Somewhere in this blogs dusty old archives I mentioned a story I had written many years ago (I’m guessing about 14 years). I believe the subject of the post was about how you can have submissive tendencies and not realize it until later. When I wrote this I did not consider myself submissive in any way and when I showed it to my wife (at that time girlfriend) she asked me if I identified with the husband in the story. I told her I could see myself as both male characters. While that is true I can now look back at our history and see that what really excited me was the husband.
Yes, this is a cuckold story, and no, I do not think I would like to be a cuckold in real life. Fantasy is fantasy and I will leave this there. However this didn’t just come out of thin air. After dating for six months my wife took an internship out of state for three months. I told her at the time that she could mess around if it came to it and that led to many steamy letters between she and I. She had also just had her first lesbian experience and before she left we had been trying to set up a threesome (with her forbidding me to have any contact with the other female).
Not too long after that she got another internship in a state even further away. At this point I wasn’t sure our relationship could last but I still wanted to make an effort. Part of this effort, in my mind, was the idea that she did not have to stay monogamous with me. In my mind trying to keep a monogamous relationship over long distance would just add stress and lead to a likely break up. If you feel like you are “cheating” than you will end the relationship you are in to relieve the guilt. If it’s “OK” to fool around then there is nothing to feel guilty about.
Well, it’s one thing to have this philosophy, but another to practice it.
Over time, as I regularly called her, she was home less and less at night. Eventually her roommate told me she was out with a guy, a guy she was usually out with. I confronted her about this over the phone. In my mind it was OK to mess around, but that meant one night stands, not dating a guy. But as we talked I got into what I now know would be a cuckold mind set. As jealous as I was I couldn’t deny the excitement. As I pressed her for answers I found out he was bigger in body and cock, was superior in sex in all ways and was a tough guy.
It didn’t take too long for me to decide to drop everything and move away to be with her. When I told her I would move to be with her we agreed that we would no longer “mess around” and would be committed to each other.
The day I got there, as we lay in bed after some hot, steamy sex, she had something to confess to me. Up until my arrival he had been in that bed, and less than 24 hours before he had been inside her having “good bye sex”.
She continued to see him off and on for a few weeks after that. I had burned many bridges in my move and had upset my family, so moving back home wouldn’t be easy. I eventually confronted her and told her how difficult it was for me to sit in an apartment in a city that I didn’t know and didn’t have any friends in while she was out with him. She told me they weren’t having sex any more, but that didn’t make it much easier.
Of course he was in her group of friends and I saw him often as we went out. I never held a grudge against him. Hell, I was flattered that he found my girlfriend as attractive as I did. I didn’t blame him for wanting to have sex with her.
I also never felt threatened by him. He was a bit of a brute, but I honestly felt superior to him in most ways… well, other than him having a bigger cock and being better at sex. But I was/am clearly far more intelligent than he was and frankly, at that point in my life I would thought my odds in a fight against him would be pretty good (I was a bit of a brawler in my younger years).
Anyway, there is the set up. I was at first excited by my girlfriend cheating on me with someone that she admitted was better at sex, but eventually I couldn’t take the jealousy and forced her to stop seeing him (except in group settings where she couldn’t avoid him).
So, as I said, this story is just fantasy, but is clearly proof that I had submissive tendencies from early on that I had not yet accepted.
Hmmm…. I scanned this story in as a PDF and pasted it here. There are clearly some problems. I’ll work on fixing them. I’m sure you can get the gist of the story, though. (Jeez. It would have been easier to retype the 11 pages than scanning it and correcting all the errors. Stupid ’90’s printer font didn’t scan so well.)
The Story
I tried again at the restraints. I couldn’t budge. She had tied me down to the chair very well. Four nylon stockings tied my wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of a chair in our hotel room. She had left me with an adult movie on the television a hard-on that wouldn’t quit and quite a buzz from all the liquor we’d been drinking all day. Although I was gagged with a pair of her panties and a nylon stocking I wasn’t too uncomfortable and I was incredibly turned on in anticipation of her return. It was just like the fantasies I’d written about in my computer journal. She’d been gone about half an hour but I was still rock hard in anticipation. She’d left in the sexy new bikini I’d bought her for our honeymoon which we’d been on for 3 days now. The sex had been magnificent and we’d started getting really kinky. I barely remembeled the drunken sex we’d been having at 5 am this morning. It was now 8 pm and the sun was down and the weather in the Caribbean never seemed to change, so her bikini wouldn’t be too cold. I thought back to the fantasies we’d shared last night. I couldn’t remember exactly what I’d told her, but I did remember it included being dominated which is what led to my current situation. By 45 minutes I was wondering where she was and was losing my buzz and my hardon. The porn had become annoying as I couldn’t even mastubate to it. After an hour I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable in the chair and the air conditioning was making me cold. I became briefly aroused again after an hour and a half thinking she would be back at any minute. I waited in anticipation but after two bours was almost shivering in the coolness of the AC which seemed to be blowing directly on my back. At this point I became worried. Not about myself, but about my wife, Anne. I was worried that something had happened to her. We were in a foreign country after all. After she had been gone two and a half hours I heard a key in the door. I breathed a huge sigh of relief through my gag which by this point had completely dried out my mouth. Anne walked through the door, almost staggering. Her eyes were heavy as she focused on me.
“Get ready for the night of your life, motherfucker!”
I tried to smile through the gag. I was a little disappointed to see her still drunk, as I had lost my buzz. As I looked closer at her I realized her lipstick was smeared around her lips. “You are going to get what you’ve been wanting! And I don’t want to here a word out of you, you understand me little boy?” She grabbed me by my balls and squeezed enough to make me wince. I let out a muffled cry. “None of that or it will just be more difficult for you.” She didn’t seem quite as drunk as I’d first suspected but something was different. She smiled wickedly as she removed her bikini.
“I bet you’ve been wondering where I was for so long”, she said as she strutted toward the TV and shut it off. She then moved to the wet bar and poured herself a vodka tonic.
“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret”. I’ve been off at the pool bar. For a honeymoon spot this place has a lot of single men hanging around”. My cock raised as I realized she’d been flirting. I remembered telling her about that last night in our fantasy session although it was mostly still a blur.
“Oh, look at how hard that little cock of yous is getting.” This was strange coming from Anne. I knew I didn’t have a small cock. It may not be excepionally large, but I knew my 6 inches wasn’t small, at least it was average. Yet her referring to my cock as small made me even harder. For the first time ever she seamed to be embracing the dominant role I’d fantasized about all through our relationship. I’d played the dom role most often, yet I’d let her know recently that I really wanted to be completely dominated, at least once in a while. That’s what I told her, at least. In my fantasies I wanted even more than that, but that’s why we call them fantasies, right?
She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke in my face making my eyes water. By this time the cold was again getting to me and I’d lost my hardon, despite the intense eroticism of the moment. She was now laying across from me on the bed and began sroking her pussy. When she noticed my shrunken prick she lauged.
“Look at that pathetic cock! How do you expect to please me with that?” My cock slightly twitched at the tone of her voice, but by this point I was so uncomfortable and cold it continued to shrink to a mere mushroom head. Her nipples, and mine for that matter were hard and pointed from the chill.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, you know. It’s what you’ve wanted and I really want t0 give it to you. You
may be a lide uncomfortable at first, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Well, I will at least”,she said with a wicked laugh. She rose from the bed and approached me. Once again she puffed smoke in my face before putting her cigarette out. She again walked to the bar and refilled her drink. She then turned to face me again.
“Remember what we talked about last night?”
I shrugged and looked away. I didn’t want her to know that I really didn’t remember all that much.
“‘Well, that’s ok, I do. And I want yor to know that it really wasn’t a surprise”. She gave me an evil look that I’d only seen a few times in our seven year relationship. She only gave me that look when I really fucked up. I began to get very nervous and my cock shrunk even more, if that was possible.
“You know I found your little ‘diary’.”
I looked at her in shock and embarrassment . It wasn’t so much a diary as much as all my kinky fantasies I wrote late at night. I could feel myself blushing. I couldn’t even remember half of what I wrote in there, but most of it involved being dominated and cuckolded. She approached me and reached out and twisted one of my nipples. This got a brief and very
small rise out of my cock.
“You are far more kinky than I ever realized. But that’s ok, because I’ve had fantasies very similar to yours. I think this will work out very nicely.”
With that she walked to the phone and dialed a number. “You can come up now”, she said and hung up. My eyes shot wide open in panic for a moment, but I calmed down quickly. I was out of view of the door and she must bave been calling room service. I recalled mentioning a food fantasy to her recently and figured that was what this was all about. Anne gently smacked me on the face as she walked past me to the bathroom. When she emerged she had fixed her hair and her makeup. She smirked at me as she entered the room again. She poured another vodka tonic in a new glass.
“She must be getting pretty drunk to pour herself a second drink”, I thought. That is when there was a knock on the door.
“It’s time for your deepest, darkest fantasy to come true”, she said nastily as she passed me on the wayto the door with both drinks in her hand.
“What took you so long?” I heard after the door opened. Although I was out of sight I was nervous and self conscious. Then I heard Anne give a slight moan and what sounded like a kiss. My mind reeled as I strained my neck to see around the corner. I didn’t have to wait long as she came back in the room and I heard the door close. Behind her walked another man.
I wanted to scream through the gag but nothing came out. He seemed cliche. Tall, dark and handsome. Muscularly built without being out of proportion. His hair was shoulder length and he wore tight shorts and a tight, silky shirt.
“I couldn’t bear another minute without you”, he said to Anne without even glancing at me. He approached her from behind and grabbed her large breasts with his hands. “I’ve missed you in the short time we’ve been apart.”
I couldn’t place the accent but I hated it from the first word he said. It was then that he seemed to notice me. “So this is the little freak you told me about”. I wanted nothing more at this point than to get up and kick his ass but realized that even if I was free he was big enough to probabty kick my ass. I had never felt so jealous and humiliated in my life. But this was just the beginning.
“You weren’t lylng about his small cock either,” he laughed. “It’s not right to spend your honeymoon with such a worthless cock.”
“Mike, I watt you to meet…” Anne turned to the man.
“You can call me whatever you want. He has to call me Sir,” he laughed. Anne laughed too and
said, “Come here baby. Let’s show him that big cock I felt in the bar.”
Anne backed up to the bed and sat down as ‘Sir’ approached. He removed his shirt as she lifted his feet to remove his sandals. Then she slowly unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the floor. I stared in disbelief at his cock. It must have been at least 8″ flaccid.
“Your boy seems to be impressed”. Anne saw the stunned look on my face and fell back on the bed laughing.
“You know,” she told him, “I said he had a big cock when we first started dating, just because he was so shy I wanted to make him feel good about himself, and he has strutted around ever since thinking he really had a big dick”. This caused them both to laugh even harder. Sir approached me with his now semi-hard cock and looked at my shrunken tool and said, “You thought you had a big cock”? He waved his dick in my face as it startd to grow. “‘This is a cock, my litte boy. Yours is just a little toy, isn’t it?”
Anne and Sir both began laughing again. I struggld to get free from my bonds which made them laugh even harder. The worst part was knowing that even if I got free, I didn’t know what I could do. I stopped struggling and looked away. Anne got up and approached me and grabbing my chin so I faced her said, “It’s what you’ve always wanted little boy. I read yor stories and you told me your fantasies and it’s time you got what you wanted.”
I shook my head and pleaded to her with my eyes. “Please don’t do this”, is what I wanted to say.
“No. no, no,” she replied. “I’ve read your naughty stories about what you want. And tonight you are going to get it. You know there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you”, she said in a condescending tone as she once again squeezed my nipple, this time hard enough to make me wince.
That is when Sir smacked me. “Don’t be such a pusy, litle boy. You should feel lucky that you have a wife who wants to give you your fantasy. You are such a little pansy and you should feel privileged to have a woman as beautiful as she is”.
He turned his head to Anne and smiled and said, “although she is mine for tonight.” Sir and Anne embraced and kissed. I could hear moans of passion escape Anne’s lips. Sir ran his hand up her side and cupped one of her big, beautiful breasts. His thumb brushed her hardening nipple as his tongue probed deeper into her mouth.
I began shaking and struggling and trid to scream through the gag. Anne broke off the kiss, turned to me and smacked me.
“Oh calm down and grow up. This is what you’ve always wanted. This is what you think about when you play with that little cock of yours. Even last night you were telling me how you wanted to watch me fuck another man. Well now you’re getting what you want.. . what you deserve. It’s been my fantasy for some time now too, at least since I started reading those stories of yours. You are a very good writer, you know”.
I shook with rage and strained to get free. This time Anne raised her foot and placed it on my cock and balls. I tried to squirm out of the way, but the arms of the chair held me down. Slowly she pressed down on my balls. I shook my head and begged her with my eyes.
“Will you be a good boy”, she asked pressing harder? I moaned in pain and nodded terrified and sat still. Despite the AC sweat was now pouring down my body. “That’s my good” little boy”, said Anne.
“If you are really good you may even get to play. But if you are a naughty boy you’ll be punished. Maybe I should tell my sweet Honey over there how you love to have your ass played with…”.
She walked back to Sir who was sitting on the bed. She knelt between his legs as he leaned back. She sucked his growing cock and softly licked the underside of the shaft. Sir leaned on one elbow and pulled her head closer with his other hand. He looked into my eyes and smiled. I closed my eyes and began to cry. How could this be happening? Why was she doing this to me? I lowered my head and heard her begin to suck in earnest.
“God, it’s so big and beautiful”, she said. “Look at it Mike. I said look”!
I gently shook my lowered head back and forth.
“Mike, you will play nice or I will make this much rnore difficult for you. Now raise your head and look at a real man’s cock little boy”!
I raised my head and looked through tear filled eyes at his monster. It seemed to be about the length of her forearm and almost as thick. It must have beer at least 10 inches.
“Look, the poor baby has been crying”, mocked Sir. I again turned my head away. Sir rose from the bed and approched me, his enormous dick swinging like a club in front of my face. He grabbed my head with both hands and held it in place as his dick swayed before me. “I think he is jealous that you are having all the fun. Would you like to have some fun too?”
I tried to shake my head but he held it firm.
He leaned in closer and smacked my face repeatedly with his cock leaving trails of pre-cum across my face.
“Now you will keep your eyes open and watch us or I will have to get mean”, he said sternly. I stayed perfectly still and looked up at him. “That’s better”. He struck me one more in my face with his cock making a loud slapping sound and leaving a large splatter of pre-cum on my cheek. This caused Anne to laugh hysterically. She was lying on the bed watching us.
“Come here lover. Let me put that magnificent tool of yours to better use”. Sir lay next to her on the bed and she knelt beside him and began sucking his cock in earnest. She couldn’t get much more than the tip into her mouth. She used one hand to caress his enormous prick and tickle his balls as the other stroked up and down the shaft of his cock. It was so thick her fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around it. She sucked louder and louder and raised her head completely making a popping noise as his cock was released. She began licking it all over. She seemed lost to the world as she made love to that cock. She even seemed to forget that I was there. She moved her head lower and began to lick and suck his balls. I glanced at Sir and saw he was staring at me and smiling.
“Your wife gives great head”.
Anne stopped long enough to took at Sir and smile before returning to her work. She continued stroking his cock as he spread his legs and her head moved lower. He shifted his hips up and she begnn to lick below his balls. Her tongue traced a path down to his ass hole. She circled it several times before licking straight up and down the crevice. Her head moved in slow circles as she tongued him, faster and faster as she went deeper inside. I again glanced at Sir as he
moaned in pleasure. His hips began to buck and he grabbed the back of her head Anne slowed as Sir drew her head up to his cock again. She licked all the way.
“I think your pathetic husbad really enjoyed that”, Sir said to Anne laughing. Anne turned to me and burst out laughing herself. I looked down and realized that my cock was rock hard.
“How could you ever expect to please a woman with that little thing?’ he mocked. Anne ran her hands over his chest and licked and sucked at a nipple. “After I’m done with her, your wife will never be satisfied with that little peter of yours… if she ever was.. .” he laughed. “I’ve got an idea.” Sir got off the bed and approched me. “What are you going to do”, Anne asked?
“Since your little freak husbad is enjoying the show so much, I thought we should let him get a better view”. His large hand encircled my neck and tilted my head up to look him in the eyes. “Now I’m going to untie you for a minute. You try anything stupid and you’ll be very sorry”. He reachd down with his free and grasped me by the balls. “Do you understand”, he asked squeezing? I again began to sweat and nodded my head. “That’s a good boy”. He quickly untied my hands as Anne untied my feet. “Lay on the bed with yor head at the foot. Now give me your hands.” They retied me spread eagle on the bed. “Now”, ‘ he began, once more grabbing me by the balls, “I’m going to take off the gag. You are not to make a sound unless spoken to. Do you understand”? Again he roughly squeezed my balls as I nodded.
“Very good”. Anne pulled ths nylon down around my neck and removed the panties fum my mouth. I stretched my jaw and tried to lick my lips.
“I think I should put that tongue to work”, Anne said as she climbed onto the bed and straddled my face. She lowered her pussy to my lips. “Get to work”, she demanded. I tried to lick but my mouth was dry. Sir again squeezed my balls.
“You heard her! Get that pussy nice and wet for me”! I opened my mouth wide to gasp in pain as Anne groud her pussy into my face. I stuck mt tongue out as far as I could as she rode me.
“That’s it ” she said. “Get my pussy nice and wet for that big beautiful cock”. My cock began to
throb to life again as I pleasured her.
“Look at that little tool grow,” laughed Sir. “He really loves to use his mouth doesn’t he? You love eating pussy, don’t you”? I moaned my agreement. Anne slid forward. I tried to raise me head to keep my tongue in her pussy, but was instead rewarded with her ass hole. She fingered herself as I stuck my tongue in her back door.
“Ohhhhh…”, she moaned. “Lick my ass, you little sissy boy. Work that mouth of yours”! She began to shake and quiver and I knew she was close to orgasm. She again covered my mouth with her pussy as she came, covering my face with her juices. My cock jumped vainly as she dismounted and I gasped for air.
“Thank yor for getting her ready for me. But you aren’t done yet”. I raised my head up and looked fearfully at Sir. Anne moved down to the end of the bed and ran her nails gently up and down the inside of my thigh. Sir straddled my chest.
“You know what I want, don’t you”?
“No”, I gasped. I had a hard time breathing with all that weight on my chest. Anne dug her nails into my balls. “Ahhh” was all I could manage as pain raced through me, again causing me t0 lose my erection.
“First of all”, began Anne, “the word ‘no’ is not allowed. Second, your response was not phrased correctly. And third, you know exactty what he wants, don’t you? Now, let’s try again. Lover, ask him again”.
“You know what I want, don’t you”? He gave me a wicked smile.
“Yes…”, I said hesitantly, although I wasn’t exactly sure. The way things were going he could want anything. I cringed as Anne began to squeeze my balls again.
“Yes, what”, she demanded?
“Yes, Sir”.
“Much better, little boy. Now open your mouth for my lover and get to work on that gorgeous cock of his”. Anne got up from the bed and stood at the foot behind my head. “I’ve got to see this,” she laughed.
“Please don’t make me do this”, I said looking into her eyes. I clamped my lips shut. Anne laughed and held my nose until my mouth opened. They both laughed at this.
“If I so much as feel one tooth scrape against my cock I’ll crush those worthless nuts of yours. Do you understand”? Once again he slapped me in the face with his cock.
“Yes, Sir”.
“Open wide”, he laughed. I gagged as he thrust his cock into my mouth. Tears again filled my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. “Use your tongue, boy”. It felt like my mouth was going to rip open. How did Anne take this into her mouth I wondered, and how was she going to take it in her pussy?
“Lick it all over”, said Sir as he pulled out and rubbed his cock all ovet my face. “I see you are a natural cocksucker”.
“Look at that “, said Anne with a wicked grin. “His tiny little pecker is getting hard again”. I could feel myself blush as I knew it was true. It was at this point that I broke down and accepted my role in this relationship.
“Get it good and wet so i can fuck your wife with it”. I raised my head as far as I could off the bed and took the tip in my mouth. I bobbed up and down until my neck tired and my head fell back. I gasped for air as they both laughed at me.
“Come on you pathetic piece of crap. Keep licking. You know you love it”, mocked Anne. I stuck my tongue out as Sir continued to rub his cock over my face.
“You know, I think he is really enjoying this,” laughed Sir. With that he got off me and moved over to Anne. They kissed deeply as I lay panting on the bed, my cock harder then it’s ever been in my life. I felt like it would explode at any moment. I looked back at them as I heard Anne moan. Sir was sucking on her neck. When he moved his mouth down to her breasts I saw he left a large hickey. Anne continued to moan as he sucked first one, than the other nipple. He moved her over to the bed and had her kneel over my face.
“Little boy”, he said, “I want you to have the best view in the house”.
Anne tooked back over her shoulder. “Fuck me with that magnificent cock. I need it now. Show this pathetic boy how a real man satisfies a women”. Sir approached her from behind and placed one hand on her hip while the other rubbed his cock over her pussy. “Don’t tease me”, she begged.
Sir slowly inserted the large head of his cock into her pussy. Anne let out a long deep groan. He stayed still for a moment letting her pussy adjust to his girth. Slowly Anne began to rock back. She took another inch or so and let out a long hiss.
“Oh, God! You are so fucking huge”! Gently, Sir began to pull Anne further onto his cock. I couldn’t believe how he stretched her pussy. In and out he went, each time filling her more. When half his shaft was buried he stopped. Anne quivered above me. Her hips began to jerk, but he held her back in his strong hands.
“Oh, God… I’m… unghh… cumming”! Her body shook in orgasm and her juices dripped to my already covered face.
“You see that”, Sir said. “I’m not even halfway in and I’ve already pleased your wife more than you ever could”. He heald her until she recovered. When she was still he quickly thrust all the way into her, his balls smacking against her clit and my face.
Anne let out a scream and collapsed on top of me. Sirbegan fucking her slowly. He pulled all out until only the head of his cock was inside her. His cock shined with her juices. He again buried himself to the hilt, causing Anne to again scream. It was a scream mixed with pleasure and pain. She again raised herself above me as he began to speed up.
“Fuck me”, she panted. “Yeah, fuck me good with that fat cock”. She moaned in pleasure. My cock throbbed in rhythm to their fucking. I tilted my head back and licked at Anne’s clit causing her to moan louder. “That’s it my little cuckold. Suck my clit while a real man fucks your wife.”
Anne came three more times while Sir fucked her. I had lost all sense of time. It may have been hours. I couldn’t believe his stamina. Anne’s big tits rubbed against my stomach and Sir’s balls smacked my face. My tongue was sore and my cock rock hard. Finally Sir broke his rhythm. I knew he was ready to cum. So did Anne.
“Yes, baby! Oh,YES! Fill me up with that hot cum. Give it to me! AHHHHH”! Anne came again as Sir thrust deep one last time and came with a groan. As they both parted Anne began to laugh.
“Ha, ha. The little boy shot his cum without my even touching his cock!” With that they both laughed. Sir removed his cock making sure to drag it across my face. Anne’s pussy gaped wide open and Sir’s cum dripped onto my face.
“You aren’t done yet little boy”, she said as she lowered her pussy to my mouth. “Now it’s time to get me all cleaned up”.
At first I gagged on the bitter taste of his cum, but I knew better than to protest and eagerly sucked her dry.
“I see you really enjoyed that”, mocked Anne. “His pathetic little boy cock is hard again. Now, time to clean up my lover”. Anne rolled off me and was replaced by Sir, whose cock was still rock hard. “Go ahead, boy. I saw how much you loved sucking his cock last time. Get it nice and clean. And for being such a good boy I’ll even untie you”.
Once I was untied Sir lay back on the bed and pointed to his cock. “Get to work”. I crawled over to him and licked him clean. “You aren’t done yet”, he said as I began to pull away. “I’ve got another load in there and I want you to help me with it”, he laughed. I again began sucking as Anne stroked his shaft. My head bobbed up down as my saliva covered his cock. Sir sat up and pushed me back. He knelt above me and jacked off while Anne sucked one of his nipples. “This is your place, boy. This is where you belong”. With that he came all over my face. They laughed mercilessly as I realized
that I too had cum.
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All For Her 