True Story: Cuckold


David Samuel James

I met Sade in my university years. We became lovers, and shortly after graduating, we married in our mid twenties.

We have always been experimental, but we never actually entered into the swinging lifestyle. Being educated, we have read works like the Kama Sutra and it has enhanced our lovemaking. Recently we read Molière's L'École des femmes and the diaries of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch and I became intrigued with the idea of cuckoldry as a fetish. My role was not as a submissive, but more as an alpha male crafting and directing our fantasy.

After talking about it at length, we decided to seduce a man together. It took several nights of touring clubs, but eventually we found the perfect playmate in a hotel bar. He was young, intelligent, broad minded, and my wife winked at me after dancing slow with him a number of times, confirming that he was apparently well endowed. After several drinks and a late dinner, I became convinced this was the perfect man for our fantasy. Sade was a constant tease, and it was obvious he was both aroused, but appropriately, cautious. We both tortured him at the table with innuendo and suggestive glances. Finally, I decide it was time to really get things moving. At one point Sade was practically sitting in his lap, and he kept looking at me as if asking for permission. I leaned over and stared him in the eye for a moment. "Mark, would you like to fuck my wife?"

He cleared his throat and looked away. Sade grabbed a hold of his chin and forced his face back into my gaze. She leaned into him and nibbled his ear. "I want to fuck you, Mark, but you have to ask my husband for permission first."

Mark paused for a moment. I could see him trying to fight through the fog and struggle with the situation. He wasn't sure how to proceed. His lack of control was arousing me. Sade knew exactly what I wanted and I watched as her hand snaked down into his lap and began stroking his cock through his pants under the table. "Please, Mark. I need you to fuck me, really hard, but you have to get his permission first."

"Uhhm. . .Dave. . .may I. . .may I fuck. . ." He looked down at his lap and closed his eyes for a moment as Sade was now tugging at his stiff cock through the fabric of his trousers. After a moment, he regained his composure and looked at her with a frantic smile and then at me, "Dave, please let me fuck your wife."

"You may fuck my wife, Mark, but there are conditions. The first of which is that I will be in the room the entire time. I will not be acting. I will only be watching. Secondly . .."

I continued to present the rules for play that Sade and I had agreed upon. Mark agreed to all of them. By this time his brain was deprived of the blood that was now surging in his manhood. Sade left to go up to our room we had rented upstairs in hope, and Mark and I remained in the hotel bar for a moment to have a drink and give her time to get ready for us.

When we arrived in the room, she had transformed what was already an elegant hotel room into a lover's lair complete with soft red lamps, candles, and silk. Sade was dressed in my favorite lingerie. It was all black lace. She had on thigh-high black stockings and spiked, black heels that showed off her shapely legs. I saw her excitement immediately as her nipples were pushing through the mesh of her bra. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant style that hinted at sexy, but sophisticated. One curled lock dangled suggestively over her left eye. Externally I was as calm as a rock, but my mind was whirling and I was very nervous. I went over to the ice bucket and poured us each a flute of Asti Spumante and made a toast, "To new friends."

Mark barely sipped his, and licked his lips unable to take his eyes of my wife. She was fixing him with a similar dark and lusty stare and licked the tip of her glass suggestively. I took my seat at the edge of the bed in the ornately carved, wooden dining chair that I had placed there for that specific purpose. It had a plush, red-velvet cushioned seat and back. It resembled a king's throne. I liked that metaphor.

I made myself comfortable and motioned for them to begin. Sade glided over to Mark and coolly wrapped around him with a sleek and seductive kiss. It was like she was a different woman. Calm, in control, elegant, yet somehow very wanton and unleashed. She took him by the hand and led him to the bed and began to undress him from the top down taking her time. I could see him looking at her legs as she walked over to the dresser to stack his folded jacket and shirt. "Do you like what you see, Mark?" I questioned, raising my glass to my lips and lightly massaging my own cock through my pants.

That was the last thing I said as I winked at Sade to take over the scene and I settled back into the chair to enjoy the show.

Sade returned to Mark and reached up around his neck and kissed him. I could see her tongue sneaking into his mouth. His hands were stroking her back and then down to her shapely ass. I was already very excited and couldn't wait to see how this went. They continued kissing for a moment. Her hands swirled over his muscular chest and she rested her head against his shoulder looking around him to me, mouthing the words "thank you".

I watched with excitement as her hand drifted down from his bare chest to the belt of his pants. She tugged at it playfully a few times before slipping her hand further south. Soon her fingers were rubbing the rise in his trousers and she began stroking his cock through his pants. I could see the bulge already growing in there. After a short while, she knelt before him and began to unfasten his pants very slowly, fixing him with a wicked smile. He closed his eyes unable to return her look and she turned to me and winked. When his trousers fell to the floor, I could see his stiffening cock protruding from his boxers. She teased him a bit, nibbling on his cock through his boxers, and then looked at me and asked, "Are you enjoying this?" I smiled at her, feeling internally in rapture, but when he turned to me he saw only my mask of controlled calm.

She pulled his underwear down and slowly licked his balls with the tip of her tongue. I heard him take a sudden, sharp breath as soon as her tongue touched his balls. Slowly, she ran her mouth upwards to the tip of his cock. She kept her palms on his thighs the whole time, and I watched my beautiful wife worship this stranger's cock. Occasionally, she would sneak a peak at me with those enquiring, lustful eyes. I smiled at her to let her know how much she was pleasing me, but returned to my stone demeanor whenever Mark would look at me.

Sade continued mouth-fucking Mark relentlessly. He looked several times like he was about to explode as she picked up the pace, licking, stroking, and nibbling his scrotum. I enjoyed looking at his face, and watching him try to summon his control as my wife had him completely in her power. Mark was shuddering and his eyes were clamped shut. He was attempting to breath deeply to relax, but with each lick Sade took of his cock and balls his breath whistled in and out sharply. I doubted that he even remembered that I was in the room at the moment.

Sade looked over at me and I knew she wanted to deep throat him. I gave her a reassuring smile to continue and she opened her mouth and took him in. He was very large and at first she struggled with his thick length. He pushed a little and I knew it had finally hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly and he started to apologize and back out of her mouth. I smiled as Sade slapped his ass and grabbed and pulled him again deep into her mouth gurgling on his thick cock. It actually excited her to choke while giving head, and I knew how good it felt to receive. Before long, her jaw opened and gullet accommodated his size and soon she was not only deepthroating him, but doing it in long and rapid drafts. Soon he was rocking and thrusting into her mouth, losing control. He began fucking her mouth and she moaned with excitement loving every moment of it. She never lost a beat and continued to suck in everything he could give her. A long trail of spit and pre-cum was hanging off of her chin.

She gurgled and hummed around his meat and he finally began to give the tell tale signs of impending orgasm. He was holding his breath, and his face was turning red. Sade grabbed his cock at the base and gave one last fierce suck and he came right into her mouth. We had talked about this as a mutual fantasy, and here it was happening. Mark did not disappoint us. His load was copious. Ropes and ropes of cum erupted from his cock and her lipstick was streaking from the onslaught. Soon a mixture of make-up, spit and cum was all over her chin and smiling face. It was better than any pornographic film I have ever watched.

She excused herself to the bathroom and Mark fell to the bed, exhausted. She returned and gently wiped him clean with a steamy towel. I could see that she cleaned herself up before returning as well. I took great pride in seeing him laying there on the bed, completely spent after having the most amazing blow job of his life.

Playtime had only started. Sade finished making him fresh and removed the rest of his clothing. What I found amusing was that this time she didn't undress him gently. She removed a shoe, and tossed it over her back. The other one followed slapping against the wall of the hotel room. His shirt came off next and then his socks were pulled from his feet and flung in different directions, then she stripped her lingerie off and tossed the pile of lace across the room as if they were obstacles to be dashed. She started in kissing him deeply and pushed both of their bodies roughly to the pillows. She broke the kiss abruptly and sprung like a cat to his lap and started stroking and teasing his cock again. Once again she teased him, kissing, sucking, nibbling on his body. It did not take long for him to respond. Sade was a rabid lover with an insatiable lust and knew how to stoke a man even beyond human limits. After a while, he began to get hard again. Sade then returned his stiff cock to her hot mouth. I was seated at the foot of the bed, and she was going down on him, so all I could see was her face framed by her long wild hair and his cock disappearing into her hungry mouth. She was bent over him in a sixty-nine position, but facing me. Her sexy eyes gazed at me as she sucked his cock and I almost came sitting there in the chair watching her.

It took a while, but he finally got rock hard again. She slid her leg over him and with a nudge, sat down on his cock. I could see it going into her pussy. She even arched her back so I had a better view. Sade does not ride a cock--she dances on it. She does not merely hump up and down, but rather slides, twists, and grinds along the length of a cock in a powerful tango. While I knew this from personal experience, my knowledge was only tactile. Now I saw it for the visual beauty that it also was. This was everything I had hoped it would be. She truly is a work of art in motion. I could tell she was going to cum. She sat straight up and began deeply grinding on him. She rocked back and forth cooing and murmuring and her face grew flushed with excitement and pink blotches rose on skin of her arms as she grabbed onto Mark and plunged down and against him.

Watching her cum with this stranger's cock inside her made me hard and I had to stop from muttering about my excitement. This was part of the game from my end.

After she came, he rolled her over and took her from behind. I moved my chair to the side so that I could watch her face as he pounded into her. His cock jumped in and out of her and she fucked him back with reckless abandon telling us how much she loved it. Sade's lips formed a shuddering "O" as she bent down for leverage and fucked back at his thrusting hips. I could tell they were getting tired from the furious fucking.

Eventually, his pace quickened, his thrusts grew shorter, and he closed his eyes, and his body shuddered. Sade sensed it too and pulled away from him. She wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and rubbed the tip against her lips, chin and cheek. She licked it several times and Mark shouted that he couldn't take any more. Sade released his red cock from her tight fingers and cum exploded out in a lava river that splashed on her neck and chest. She caught the second and third ropes inside her mouth.

Before he could object, I watched as Sade enveloped him with a deep, lusty french kiss and deposited his own cum back into his mouth, twirling his tongue with hers so he could not spit it out, then she sucked the it back into her own mouth. She turned to me and showed me what was left and then threw her head back and swallowed it.

I stood and handed Mark his clothes and told him to get dressed. It was time for him to leave. He had only gotten my wife started and now it was my turn to finish the show with this woman I loved.