My Cuckold Life

I didn’t sleep at all. I stared at the ceiling all night till the first rays of sunlight crept into the room. Then I made my way to the kitchen and started drinking coffee like it was life giving elixir. I was on my fourth cup when I heard a car in the driveway. I hid behind the blinds in the living room and peeked outside to watch my wife’s return.

A Cadillac Escalade, of course, and it looked brand new. I could see the happy couple talking in the front seat then both laughing at some private joke. My wife then leaned over and made out with Albert for several minutes before exiting the car and heading toward the house. Fuck, I hope no one saw her. Albert honked his horn as he drove away just to be an asshole I guess, and Sue laughed and said, “You’re so bad!” as she waved him away.

I tried to play it cool when Sue came in and sat down at the table. She asked, “Would you be a dear and get me a cup of coffee Petey? I’m exhausted.”

I mumbled “Sure” and went about preparing her a cup.

She sighed contentedly and said, “What a night. I’m so glad you had this idea sweetie. I never realized how badly I needed a good fuck.”

I sat down across from her and said, “Listen Sue, I don’t want to be the jealous, angry husband here, but I thought we had an agreement as to how last night would go.”

She looked annoyed when she said, “Yes, I know that, but you must allow for spontaneity, in a situation like that. I mean, sex is a mercurial thing, it has a certain flow to it. It’s like a game where both sides play equally. I was afraid of ruining everything if I didn’t play the game the way it needed to be played. We were already committed to doing this, right? So, what difference does it make if I moved up the timetable?”

“But this is more than just about the timing.” I said. “You didn’t tell me anything. You just left with him and never even bothered to answer your phone. I had to hear from Albert. Do you know how embarrassed I was? He sent me a picture of you sucking his dick for fuck’s sake!”

Sue laughed and said, “Oh I know, I saw that. Oh, my poor hubby, were you jealous because I never suck your little peepee?”

“No, I mean yes, I mean, I don’t know. This all happened so fast. One minute we’re having drinks and the next minute I’m lying in bed looking at a picture of my wife with another man’s dick in her mouth.”

Sue’s eyes widened as she said, “Oh? You were in bed looking at the pic? Did you touch yourself? Did my little hubby jerk his tiny pecker at the thought of the big, black, hunk fucking his wife’s mouth?” She saw the look on my face and burst out laughing, saying, “Oh my god! You did! You jerked off to the thought of me sucking him. Tell the truth Petey, how quickly did you shoot your weak load?”

“That doesn’t matter,” I started angrily.

“Of course, it does,” Sue said, becoming more amused. “Did you last longer than usual or were you a two-pump chump with your own hand the way you are with me?”

“That’s not fair!” I answered. “I’ve never been in that situation before; it was difficult to stay focused. The thought of you doing that, with him, was too much.”

“So, it was two strokes then?” My wife asked. “It’s ok sweetie, I know you. I mean isn’t that why we’re doing this? Because you can’t perform? You got to squirt your meager load, and I got to have so many orgasms that I lost count. That’s the point of our meeting Albert in the first place.”

I had tears starting to well up in my eyes as I said, “I know all that Sue, I just, well I don’t want to lose you is all. I’m scared that after your night with Albert, you’ll not want to be with me any longer.”

“Oh darling, that will never happen. Albert isn’t husband material. He’s an Alpha Male, that’s a different species than a dependable, loving, committed hubby like you. You fulfill all my other needs, while Albert is there for my carnal needs. He can fuck like you never could, but you are my sweet companion for every other aspect of life.” The way she explained it sounded so logical but still made me feel more like her friend than her soulmate.

“You make me sound like one of your girlfriends instead of your husband.” I said pouting.

“Well, is that so bad? That bonds us and makes us even closer than other couples. It means I can talk to you and share things that other husbands never get to hear. Now, would you like me to prove that by telling you all about last night? Come with me to the bedroom if you want to hear, if not, stay down here and sulk. Either way, I’m going to bed, I’m beat.” Sue said as she stood up and made her way to the stairs.

I sat there for a few minutes trying to be defiant. I wanted to prove myself a man. But the longer I sat, the more I began to succumb to my baser instincts. I needed to hear about my wife’s dalliance. I needed to feel the crushing humiliation of knowing she’d cheated on me and how it all happened. As I climbed the stairs, my little penis began to stiffen, and I knew I was lost. There was no fight in me, I was a cuckold.

By the time I reached the bedroom, Sue had already changed into her pajamas and under the covers of our king-sized bed. She said she’d showered at Albert’s place and just wanted to sleep.

I started to crawl under the covers with her, but she stopped me with, “No, you just stand there and let me tell you all about it.” I was a bit put off by that, but I did as I was told.

“So, that picture Albert sent you was taken in his car. I’d put my phone in the center counsel, and he used it to snap a pic. I was shocked at first but then I started to see the humor in it. I mean, I could just see your poor little face when you opened that text. We both got a good laugh out of that. Oh, now don’t pout Petey, I can stop the story any time if I think you aren’t enjoying it.”

I fidgeted in place and said, “No, please. I’ll be good. I want to hear this.”

Sue giggled at my submission and continued, “I was pretty buzzed by that time but Albert, being the big man he is, wasn’t feeling the booze at all. He was sober. I found out later that he hadn’t been drinking as he wanted to stay clear headed. He’s so intelligent.”

I began to feel like the girlfriend she was treating me as while she told her story. Her admiration of Albert was obviously overwhelming.

Sue said, “Anyway, I felt compelled to touch his cock the second we got in the car, so I reached over and started rubbing it through his pants. He was smiling and obviously enjoying the attention when it started to grow. By the time it was fully hard, it stretched almost the entire way to his knee. It looked like a third leg pushing against the material of his pants. I was literally stunned.”

I started sweating and fidgeting in place as Sue talked about touching Albert’s penis. I was having a hard time believing it was that big.

As if reading my mind, Sue said, “I know what you’re thinking Petey, but yes, it’s really that big. I found that out when Albert told me to take it out for some air. That’s how he phrased it. So funny. Anyway, I did. I unfastened his pants, and he lifted slightly so I could pull them down a bit, and his cock sprang out like a kick stand. I know, I never use the word cock, but that’s the only way to describe that monster. I mean you have a penis, but he has a cock.”

I reached down and pulled my sweats away from my stiffening penis as Sue was talking and she stopped to smirk at me and say, “Pull your pants down honey. I want to see how my story is really affecting you.” She grinned evilly as I stared at her in shock. “Do it Petey, do it now or I’m finished talking.”

I slowly slipped my sweatpants and underwear down to my ankles and Sue snorted with a short laugh at the spectacle of my miniature penis.

“Oh my god! I mean I’ve seen it many times before, but after handling a real cock, your penis just looks so, sad. I’d feel bad for you but it’s so tragic, it’s laughable. It looks like the model they’d use before building the real thing, like in architecture. I’m sorry sweetie, don’t get upset. It’s cute! Really.” My loving wife told me.

I stood there in abject shame as she continued her story and my penis stiffened to its laughable full size of just under five inches.

“I couldn’t help myself and I leaned over and put the head of Albert’s cock in my mouth as I started stroking it with both hands. Yes, both hands. It felt so hot, so powerful. It was throbbing with force and heat, making my hands sweat and my mouth water. I could barely fit the head of that beast in my mouth and the taste of his precum was making me swoon. I’ve never been so taken by a man as I was with Albert. Sexually I mean. He placed one hand on my head and began pushing me up and down on his cock while he drove. I was moaning in pleasure from the taste, feeling, and smell of his huge organ. I didn’t even notice when the twenty-minute drive was over, but suddenly we were in hid driveway, and he was lifting my mouth from his cock. I tucked him back in his pants and we went inside. I was giggling like a young girl at the prospect of what was to come.”

Sue could see I was struggling and with a wicked grin she said, “You can touch yourself if you want darling. I don’t mind. Go ahead and stroke your peepee.”

I held my penis between my thumb and forefinger and gently began to stroke it, not wanting to cum to quickly. Sue laughed at how I only needed two fingers to pleasure myself and I blushed from head to toe in embarrassment.

She went on with, “Albert led me through his tastefully decorated, beautiful home, and into the bedroom. We were like two sex starved animals, shrugging off our clothes and pawing at one another. It was so hot; I was soaking wet by the time we were naked. My pussy has never been that wet with you Petey, sorry but it’s true. I love you dearly Peter, but this was raw, animalistic sex. Something you just aren’t capable of hubby.”

At those words I nearly exploded, so I had to let go of my little dick and calm myself. Sue saw this and laughed. She knew she had me.

“Albert bent me over his bed and took me from behind like I was his property. It was amazing! He fucked into me, and my pussy gripped him like a fist. I’ve never felt so full, so stretched out. It made me cry out in both pain and pleasure. You know I’ve always felt embarrassed by how big my breasts are, right? Well not last night. I felt them swinging under me, my nipples scraping against the bed, and it sent me into an orgasm just seconds after he entered me. Albert bent down and grabbed my tits, squeezing and kneading them forcefully, like he owned them. I was thrashing around in heaven over his touch. I’d never felt so used, and I loved every second of it.”

Sue paused when she heard me whimpering. Fresh tears filled my eyes and I felt overwhelming shame, humiliation, and arousal all at once. My penis had never been so hard. It was throbbing painfully, and I was afraid to touch it for fear of cumming.

Sue had a false look of concern on her face as she smiled and said, “Oh, maybe I should stop. You look upset hubby.”

I blurted out, “No! I mean, no, don’t stop, please.” Making my wife grin sadistically.

“Albert rammed into me like that for, I don’t know how long, an hour? It was so hard to keep track since I was cumming repeatedly and couldn’t catch my breath. Then he pulled out and I heard a wet squelching sound as my pussy gripped him like it didn’t want to let go. I guess that happens when a real cock fucks you. He pushed me down on the bed, rolled me onto my back, pressed my knees up near my head, and began fucking me again, harder this time. I was nearly folded in half by this beast of a man, his thick, black cock ramming me, owning me, like I was an extension of it. My mind was blank. All I could think of was how wonderful his cock felt. It was making me into a woman in ways I’d never known. His muscular arms held my legs while he pounded me over and over. Our sweaty bodies slid across each other, and the wet, humid sounds and smells sent me over the edge. I came so hard it made me cry.”

I came. Just like that, my little penis twitched and squirted its watery load onto the floor. And I never even touched it. I’d never experienced a hands-free orgasm before, but I’d heard about them on all the sissy websites. They all say that’s how a sissy should cum, without ever touching his little clitty. My god, what was happening to me?

Sue laughed again and said, “Uh oh, someone got excited. Well, I guess that’s all for now. I’m tired. She reached onto the floor where the clothes she’d worn last night lay and tossed her panties to me. They were still damp.

“Use those to wipe up your little mess honey, then leave me alone, I need sleep. You can pick up my clothes and take them down to the laundry. Be a doll and wash them for me? Oh, and please hand wash those panties. I don’t want your weak cummies staining them.”

That was it. She simply rolled over and went to sleep with a contented smile on her face. I picked up her clothes after wiping up my mess with her panties. Somehow that made the whole experience so much worse. I went downstairs and started the laundry, taking time to gently hand wash my wife’s delicates. As I worked, fresh tears welled in my eyes and ran dual trails down my cheeks while I pondered what was in store for me next.