CUCKOLDED BY AN OLD, DOMINANT MALE (Part 2) by Fourandahalf
I suppose it was inevitable that the guy would eventually take over. He was sitting listening to me giving Joan a detailed description of how he was stroking his cock and how he could see between her raised and opened knees, how he was watching my finger slide in and out of her wet slit. The fact that Joan had not removed the hat so she could pretend it wasn't happening probably added to it all. She wasn't saying yes but her legs were spread and he could see how wet she was. My voice was hoarse and cracked, I was so excited and scared. I was close to tears at the realisation of how much I wanted this big old man to fuck my very own wife and how her wet slit was proof she wanted him. I remember the arrogant look he gave me, how he looked at my small cock. My small and wrinkled ball sac looked like a set of pussy lips and my penis an oversized clit.
He still hadn't spoken and without asking me for permission or anything he moved to Joan's other side and started stroking her breasts and legs. I had always imagined seeing your wife with another man would feel like watching a blue movie, sexy but controlled. The reality was totally different. It was more like being tumbled by a huge wave and all you can do is hold your breath and hope you will survive. Here was my very proper and well behaved wife lying with her legs wide open, showing her wet pussy to a man twice her age. She still had the hat over her face but I had given her a good description of him so she knew he was probably older than her own father but it didn't seem to reduce her excitement. I was aware that I should probably try and stop it but somehow I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was caught in such a mixture of fear, excitement and humiliation that in my own way I was as wet and willing as she was.
When he started stroking her she lifted the hat from her face but kept her eyes shut. It sounds weird but I was still telling her what was happening and the scene I was now describing was me kneeling off to one side like a good little servant while he was looking down at her as he rubbed his cock against one of her nipples.
After a few minutes of him rubbing his hand over her wet pussy she opened her eyes. She smiled up at him as she opened her legs wider and put one hand on his cock. I couldn't believe it, my straight acting wife who didn't want to go to a nudist beach was now lying back fondling an old man's cock, a guy who was at least twice her age and maybe thirty years older than me. At one stage she stretched her other hand out to my cock only to discover it had retreated inside me. She gave me a sort of disappointed, resigned look before she used the hand to caress his balls while she squeezed and pulled his erection with her other hand. The feeling of humiliation, of total and utter surrender, was unbelievable. Within a period of twenty minutes and with very few words spoken I had gone from being a normal husband to someone who had no power, no rights, nothing. And both Joan and this old man knew it. But the strangest thing was how natural it felt, as if this was the way things should always have been for me, even in my first marriage. Few people will understand, but it was as if I was born for the role.
The man stood, brushed the sand off his legs then moved around and kneeled astride her head so his cock and balls were above her face. She held his erection in one hand while she kissed and licked his balls, something she had never done for me. He leaned forward and she used the opportunity to move his cock to her mouth and started sucking greedily. He remained still for a couple of minutes, enjoying the sensation while he used a hand on her pussy before he leaned even further forward and put his head between her legs. Because my view was blocked I moved around a little so I could see what she was doing.
Because he was so far forward she could no longer get his cock in her mouth and was now kissing and licking the ridge of skin behind his balls. Her eyes were closed and her hands were alternately stroking and gripping the backs of his thighs and his ass. The guy managed to edge forward another couple of inches and I wondered whether it was her pussy or her ass he was licking. Both of them were moaning and groaning and fondling each other in a way I couldn't believe. Joan had lost all control, something I had never seen before, and she shook with the occasional spasm. Her tongue was very close to his anus and from the way he was moving his body it was clear he was trying to get her to tongue it. He gave another little shuffle and I turned away and looked at the beach as her tongue and mouth moved towards it. It wasn't that I found it disgusting, he'd obviously been in the sea a few times so he would have been perfectly clean if a little salty and I was sure a tongue on an anus would feel good. The reason I refused to watch was my humiliation. An old man who hadn't spoken a word so far had turned my wife into a total slut in only twenty minutes. I'd been with her for four years, half of them married, and I hadn't got her anywhere close to the ecstasy she was in. I was certain she hadn't tongued any guy's ass before. It was a minute before the thought occurred that the four years she had spent with me had probably built up a head of steam and this guy had released it. From what I could see, she had certainly lost all control. The realisation made me both sick and exhilerated.
After a couple of minutes the inevitable happened and he moved, positioning himself between her raised knees. Because I was infertile, Joan wasn't on the pill, something that had been an advantage as she didn't like the idea of the side effects. The problem was we didn't have a condom and there was the risk he would make her pregnant. I remember thinking how, because I had never hidden the fact that I couldn't have kids, everyone would know it was another guy's child. I was desperate to remind her and even opened my mouth but my throat was tight and dry and I discovered I couldn't speak. He was rubbing his cock up and down her wet slit and it looked evil. It was a dark crimson, purple colour and was shaped like a spike, pointed but very thick at the base. The veins were all standing out and gave it a gnarled look. His ball sac was tight, emphasising the size of his testicles and I thought of all the seed that must be stored there. He looked like a big old bull getting ready to impregnate a young cow.
I watched Joan put a hand down and grasp his cock, holding it to her pussy as he moved over her. I expected her to yell or scream as he lowered himself on and into her, his cock was so big, but all she gave was a little grunt as she took his weight. That was another shock. His cock was at least three inches longer than mine and more than twice as thick but she was so wet and excited that it slid in without any trouble. Joan had her arms and legs wrapped around the guy and looked as if she was sucking on his tongue. They stopped kissing for a moment and I heard her groaning and gasping as his big powerful ass slowly thrust his cock in and out of her. At one point the guy turned his head and stared at me. It was a real contemptuous look, not in the least friendly, and I shrivelled inside.
I was worried by the noise they were making and stood up to check no one was near but the closest people would have been a good two hundred yards away. When I squatted down again it was by their feet. The sight was incredible. His balls were squashed tight every time he thrust his big ass and by putting my head low I could see a couple of inches of his cock going in and out. The most I had ever been able to give Joan was a single short orgasm but from the sounds I guessed she was rolling from one orgasm to another. I could hear a wet squelching sound each time he withdrew, another thing I'd never heard before and I felt like weeping. I was thirty eight years old and was only just discovering what a real man could do for a woman. And unless he pulled out of her in time, there was the risk she might become pregnant by him. I could end up as father of another man's child.
You would think I would have said something, tried to stop it, but I had no willpower left. From the moment he had turned side on and I had seen his cock outlined against the sky the result had been inevitable. Gradually the thrusting got deeper and faster and his breathing became rough and noisy. At one stage I thought he was going to have a heart attack (I thought I was going to have one myself) but his ass gave one final thrust and he held it there. I could see the little quivers he gave as he planted each spurt of cum deep inside her. I remember looking down at my own cock but there was virtually nothing there. My stomach was hollow and I was shaking from the emotions but the excitement was all internal. That was the moment I had my first doubts about myself. I had lived my life thinking I was a man but this guy had shown I wasn't anywhere close. Although I was dominant in my normal life, I was clearly the opposite when it came to sex. Wimp, sissy, submissive. I wouldn't have believed it but that's what I was.
I edged round so I could see their faces. Joan had her eyes closed and they were kissing, real tender, romantic stuff, and her hands were softly stroking his back. All of a sudden they both laughed. She grabbed his ass and pulled it to her and I guessed his cock was sliding out. They had one last long slow kiss and then he pushed himself up and off her. He stood there, his cock semi soft and glistening. I couldn't help staring, even in that condition it was bigger than mine ever gets. He looked down at me and laughed as he waggled it in front of my face. He said thanks to Joan, the first and only word he had spoken, picked up his towel and walked off.
Joan lay with her legs spread and her eyes shut for a minute. I could see a trace of his cum but the rest must have been deep inside her. His departure had broken the spell though and when she opened her eyes we were both embarrassed. She suggested a dip in the ocean and I agreed. When we were knee deep she spread her legs and used a hand to spread her pussy lips so she could scoop water onto it. The lips were dark red and swollen, almost bruised, and her hole gaped in a way I had never seen before.
Part three to follow.
I suppose it was inevitable that the guy would eventually take over. He was sitting listening to me giving Joan a detailed description of how he was stroking his cock and how he could see between her raised and opened knees, how he was watching my finger slide in and out of her wet slit. The fact that Joan had not removed the hat so she could pretend it wasn't happening probably added to it all. She wasn't saying yes but her legs were spread and he could see how wet she was. My voice was hoarse and cracked, I was so excited and scared. I was close to tears at the realisation of how much I wanted this big old man to fuck my very own wife and how her wet slit was proof she wanted him. I remember the arrogant look he gave me, how he looked at my small cock. My small and wrinkled ball sac looked like a set of pussy lips and my penis an oversized clit.
He still hadn't spoken and without asking me for permission or anything he moved to Joan's other side and started stroking her breasts and legs. I had always imagined seeing your wife with another man would feel like watching a blue movie, sexy but controlled. The reality was totally different. It was more like being tumbled by a huge wave and all you can do is hold your breath and hope you will survive. Here was my very proper and well behaved wife lying with her legs wide open, showing her wet pussy to a man twice her age. She still had the hat over her face but I had given her a good description of him so she knew he was probably older than her own father but it didn't seem to reduce her excitement. I was aware that I should probably try and stop it but somehow I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was caught in such a mixture of fear, excitement and humiliation that in my own way I was as wet and willing as she was.
When he started stroking her she lifted the hat from her face but kept her eyes shut. It sounds weird but I was still telling her what was happening and the scene I was now describing was me kneeling off to one side like a good little servant while he was looking down at her as he rubbed his cock against one of her nipples.
After a few minutes of him rubbing his hand over her wet pussy she opened her eyes. She smiled up at him as she opened her legs wider and put one hand on his cock. I couldn't believe it, my straight acting wife who didn't want to go to a nudist beach was now lying back fondling an old man's cock, a guy who was at least twice her age and maybe thirty years older than me. At one stage she stretched her other hand out to my cock only to discover it had retreated inside me. She gave me a sort of disappointed, resigned look before she used the hand to caress his balls while she squeezed and pulled his erection with her other hand. The feeling of humiliation, of total and utter surrender, was unbelievable. Within a period of twenty minutes and with very few words spoken I had gone from being a normal husband to someone who had no power, no rights, nothing. And both Joan and this old man knew it. But the strangest thing was how natural it felt, as if this was the way things should always have been for me, even in my first marriage. Few people will understand, but it was as if I was born for the role.
The man stood, brushed the sand off his legs then moved around and kneeled astride her head so his cock and balls were above her face. She held his erection in one hand while she kissed and licked his balls, something she had never done for me. He leaned forward and she used the opportunity to move his cock to her mouth and started sucking greedily. He remained still for a couple of minutes, enjoying the sensation while he used a hand on her pussy before he leaned even further forward and put his head between her legs. Because my view was blocked I moved around a little so I could see what she was doing.
Because he was so far forward she could no longer get his cock in her mouth and was now kissing and licking the ridge of skin behind his balls. Her eyes were closed and her hands were alternately stroking and gripping the backs of his thighs and his ass. The guy managed to edge forward another couple of inches and I wondered whether it was her pussy or her ass he was licking. Both of them were moaning and groaning and fondling each other in a way I couldn't believe. Joan had lost all control, something I had never seen before, and she shook with the occasional spasm. Her tongue was very close to his anus and from the way he was moving his body it was clear he was trying to get her to tongue it. He gave another little shuffle and I turned away and looked at the beach as her tongue and mouth moved towards it. It wasn't that I found it disgusting, he'd obviously been in the sea a few times so he would have been perfectly clean if a little salty and I was sure a tongue on an anus would feel good. The reason I refused to watch was my humiliation. An old man who hadn't spoken a word so far had turned my wife into a total slut in only twenty minutes. I'd been with her for four years, half of them married, and I hadn't got her anywhere close to the ecstasy she was in. I was certain she hadn't tongued any guy's ass before. It was a minute before the thought occurred that the four years she had spent with me had probably built up a head of steam and this guy had released it. From what I could see, she had certainly lost all control. The realisation made me both sick and exhilerated.
After a couple of minutes the inevitable happened and he moved, positioning himself between her raised knees. Because I was infertile, Joan wasn't on the pill, something that had been an advantage as she didn't like the idea of the side effects. The problem was we didn't have a condom and there was the risk he would make her pregnant. I remember thinking how, because I had never hidden the fact that I couldn't have kids, everyone would know it was another guy's child. I was desperate to remind her and even opened my mouth but my throat was tight and dry and I discovered I couldn't speak. He was rubbing his cock up and down her wet slit and it looked evil. It was a dark crimson, purple colour and was shaped like a spike, pointed but very thick at the base. The veins were all standing out and gave it a gnarled look. His ball sac was tight, emphasising the size of his testicles and I thought of all the seed that must be stored there. He looked like a big old bull getting ready to impregnate a young cow.
I watched Joan put a hand down and grasp his cock, holding it to her pussy as he moved over her. I expected her to yell or scream as he lowered himself on and into her, his cock was so big, but all she gave was a little grunt as she took his weight. That was another shock. His cock was at least three inches longer than mine and more than twice as thick but she was so wet and excited that it slid in without any trouble. Joan had her arms and legs wrapped around the guy and looked as if she was sucking on his tongue. They stopped kissing for a moment and I heard her groaning and gasping as his big powerful ass slowly thrust his cock in and out of her. At one point the guy turned his head and stared at me. It was a real contemptuous look, not in the least friendly, and I shrivelled inside.
I was worried by the noise they were making and stood up to check no one was near but the closest people would have been a good two hundred yards away. When I squatted down again it was by their feet. The sight was incredible. His balls were squashed tight every time he thrust his big ass and by putting my head low I could see a couple of inches of his cock going in and out. The most I had ever been able to give Joan was a single short orgasm but from the sounds I guessed she was rolling from one orgasm to another. I could hear a wet squelching sound each time he withdrew, another thing I'd never heard before and I felt like weeping. I was thirty eight years old and was only just discovering what a real man could do for a woman. And unless he pulled out of her in time, there was the risk she might become pregnant by him. I could end up as father of another man's child.
You would think I would have said something, tried to stop it, but I had no willpower left. From the moment he had turned side on and I had seen his cock outlined against the sky the result had been inevitable. Gradually the thrusting got deeper and faster and his breathing became rough and noisy. At one stage I thought he was going to have a heart attack (I thought I was going to have one myself) but his ass gave one final thrust and he held it there. I could see the little quivers he gave as he planted each spurt of cum deep inside her. I remember looking down at my own cock but there was virtually nothing there. My stomach was hollow and I was shaking from the emotions but the excitement was all internal. That was the moment I had my first doubts about myself. I had lived my life thinking I was a man but this guy had shown I wasn't anywhere close. Although I was dominant in my normal life, I was clearly the opposite when it came to sex. Wimp, sissy, submissive. I wouldn't have believed it but that's what I was.
I edged round so I could see their faces. Joan had her eyes closed and they were kissing, real tender, romantic stuff, and her hands were softly stroking his back. All of a sudden they both laughed. She grabbed his ass and pulled it to her and I guessed his cock was sliding out. They had one last long slow kiss and then he pushed himself up and off her. He stood there, his cock semi soft and glistening. I couldn't help staring, even in that condition it was bigger than mine ever gets. He looked down at me and laughed as he waggled it in front of my face. He said thanks to Joan, the first and only word he had spoken, picked up his towel and walked off.
Joan lay with her legs spread and her eyes shut for a minute. I could see a trace of his cum but the rest must have been deep inside her. His departure had broken the spell though and when she opened her eyes we were both embarrassed. She suggested a dip in the ocean and I agreed. When we were knee deep she spread her legs and used a hand to spread her pussy lips so she could scoop water onto it. The lips were dark red and swollen, almost bruised, and her hole gaped in a way I had never seen before.
Part three to follow.
