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CONTENTED CUCKOLD by Throne
🕑 Added 2022-08-14 22:50:28 +0000 UTCCONTENTED CUCKOLD by Throne
My wife Mari had set up her date online. We got to the club a half hour early and sat in a booth near the back. She had on a slinky dress in electric blue that hugged her big bust. It showed off her deep cleavage and shapely legs. There was nothing underneath. I had on a sport coat, pale blue shirt, and slacks. All I had under that was my chastity device. I have an average size penis but the device compressed it to almost nothing. Mari hadn't let me ejaculate in over a week. Living with someone so sexy, especially when she flaunted her body at me every chance she got, left me with sore balls. I got almost no sex and she had all she wanted, except it was with other men. Between her liaisons she had my eager mouth to keep her satisfied. I'm a willing cuckold and approved of everything she did. Heck, I encouraged it.
Her date showed up right on time. He was tall and handsome and Black. My wife has a craving for Black men, with the requirement that they be well hung. She had shown me the photos he sent her of his long thick cock and heavy balls, which put my equipment to shame. Mari had told the hostess who seated us that a Mr. Jones would be joining our party. When he introduced himself to the woman at the front podium, she looked across the room at us. I had to wonder if she suspected what was happening. My wife had done all the talking when we arrived, almost as if she was alone, which might have given a hint about our relationship. The hostess, a cute little blond, led the well-dressed new arrival to our table. Before she departed, she eyed the big man longingly.
"Hello," he said to Mari, ignoring me. "I'm Chester. Real nice to see you in person." There was undisguised lust in his dark eyes. "Real nice."
"Please join me," she invited, patting a spot next to her.
She didn't say 'join us'. Again, it was like I wasn't there. I liked that. He slid in, close to her. Mari's hand went under the table, most likely to make a size check. Her eyes lit up.
She told him, "And it's nice to FEEL you in person."
They smiled at each other with instant understanding. His big hand went under the table, and I didn't imagine it was for hand-holding. Smiled broadly and took a deep breath. He must have found out that she wore no panties and taken advantage of it. For a long minute she sat there, transfixed, her eyelids fluttering, lips parted. Chester sat back, brought his hand up, and smoothly reached past her, took my napkin, and used it to wipe his long fingers, before tossing the square of white linen back at me. It hit my chest and I clapped both hands over it.
He told me calmly, "Sniff it."
Mari licked her lips in anticipation. An erotic thrill rushed through me. Being ordered around by my wife's lovers almost never happened. All too often then were interested only in bedding her, even if they'd said in emails that they were into the cuckold set-up. But this one instincitvely knew how to treat me. I slowly brought the used napkin up until it almost touched my nose, and inhaled deeply. The familiar scent of Mari's pussy filled my head. Chester went back to concentrating on her, again acting like I wasn't present. Inside the tight chastity, my locked up dick throbbed and tried futilly to engorge.
Chester suggested, "How about if I order us drinks?" Without waiting for an answer he offered, "I'm thinking such a classy lady likes white wine." "I do," she responded, impressed.
He signalled to the server and placed Mari's order, along with a whiskey and soda for himself. Almost as an afterthought, he added a ginger ale for me, with no ice. Very detail oriented. I had to wonder if he had been in cuckold threesomes before. My wife chatted with him about music and it turned out they had similar tastes in classical and jazz. I knew to not say anything, maintaining my submissive role, unless I was asked a direct question. It was so exciting to me to be excluded, while the obvious passion between them grew. Our drinks arrived. Chester reached out and moved mine away from me. I took that as an indication that I shouldn't touch it until I was allowed. Mari sipped her wine and he savored his mixed drink. As full of excited anticipation as I was, it was plain that they had even more of it. Chester ordered a plate of nibbles, which he and Mari only picked at, being more interested in each other. I didn't touch the food. As the level in their drinks dropped, the confident Black man pointed to my glass and nodded. He gestured toward the plate, which by then contained only whatever they didn't want. Among the remaining selections were black olives, which I hate. With my wife watching me, I picked one up and popped it between my lips. While chewing it I knew I was making a face. Mari whispered something to Chester and he smiled conspiratorially. I wondered what she had told him online and during the one phone conversation that'd had. Having her do whatever she could to facilitate her cheating and make the events more dramatic increased the depth of my involvement. Having them be two-against-one sent me into cuckold paradise.
Chester asked for the bill. When it arrived he slid it across to me and I immediately took out a charge card. He told me to include a generous tip. Mari leaned toward him to put her hands around his upper arm. The moment he turned his face toward her she gave him a warm kiss that lingered long enough for anyone nearby to notice. I gave my card to the server. When she came back with the slip to be signed, I made sure to overtip. After she saw the added amount she grinned.
The good looking Black man said, "I've got a room for us."
This was a crucial moment. He seemed to be all in favor of a complete Bull and hot wife experience, including the presence of her cuckold, but you can never be sure until it happens.
In a sultry voice she said, "Will it be okay if my husband comes with us?" "You said he was in a cock-lock. Is it still on him?" "Definitely." "Then he can come. The place is right up the street, so you can leave your car here, in the secured lot."
"You think of everything, Chester," she praised.
"Wait until you see what else I have in mind. And please call me Chet."
I think she shivered at those words. We left and strolled to the next block, with them holding hands and me trailing behind at a respectful distance, watching the way her rump rolled in that clinging dress. The hotel turned out to be a classy place. Chet directed me to the back door, where he said I could ask the maintenance man for a ride upstairs in the service elevator. I was to identify myself as The Loser. Being separated from Mari was unsettling but also pushed my cuckold buttons. I hurried around to the rear while they headed for the lobby. I found the door and knocked. It was opened by a tall, raw-boned Black man with white beard-stubble and a balding head. He smirked at me.
"What can I do for you... Sir?" he inquired, that last word dripping with sarcasm.
"I'm..." I almost used my real name before remembering Chester's instruction. "... The Loser." "Yeah? Losing your wife tonight?" "Um, yes, Sir."
"Well, ain't that just too bad? Chet showed me the pictures she sent him. Can't believe you'd give up those knockers and that sweet pussy. She let you touch those jugs?" "No. I'm not allowed to put my hands anywhere above her waist." "How about your mouth?"
"The same rule applies." "So you can't kiss her on the mouth. I'll bet you do it plenty down below. Right?" "Yes, Sir." Time was passing. I could picture Chester and Mari entering the room and her being shown a large bed. "Could you take me to where she is, please?" "I suppose. You know the room number?" "Well..." I hadn't been told. "No." My stomach tightened. "They didn't tell me."
"Then you better be glad I got told. And maybe you can say thanks with a little..." He held out his hand and rubbed his thumb over his fingertips, the common gesture to indicate he expected money.
"Of course." I dug out my wallet. "A tip." "Yeah. For the kindly old elevator man."
He sneered openly at me, even though I was handing him a couple of singles. When he didn't let me through the door, I quickly added a twenty. Then he stepped aside and ushered me in with an exaggerated wave of his long arm. We got into the freight elevator and he closed the door.
The Black man said, "I'll tell you up front, Loser. Once your woman gets a taste of my man Chet, she won't never want whatever you got between your legs, never again."
"I... we don't..." "What? She don't let you dip your wick?" It was shameful yet exciting to admit, "My penis is locked up."
"Like how?" "In a little cage that's made for that purpose." "Whoa. Bet you can't buy them at the local hardware store. Maybe I should make you show me." He let me sweat over that for a moment before flashing a wide toothy grin and saying, "I'm just playing with your head, Loser. No time for you to show off your dick lock-up. Got to get you to where you're going."
He started the elevator and the cage rose with very little sound. I shifted my feet nervously. This detour was a new experience. When we stopped, the indicator showed that we had reached the fifth floor. He opened the door and chortled as I stepped out. As it closed, I realized he hadn't given me the room number. I stood there, staring at the shut elevator, not sure what to do next. Then it opened, to reveal his highly amused face. Between laughs he gave me the number, and then he was gone. I hurried down the corridor with the chastity squeezing my dick down to a mere nub and my balls aching. Mari had made me shave off my pubic hair and that area was itching. When I reached the door I knocked lightly. There was no answer. I stood there nervously. At last it was opened by Chester, still fully dressed. He pointed with his thumb and I followed him to the bedroom. There was my wife, her pale body naked except for stockings, stretched out on the bed like an odalisque.
Chester told me, "You. Naked. Now."
My emotions were intense as I took off my jacket, unbuttoned my shirt, and removed it, draping everything over the back of a chair. He sat on the edge of the bed and set one hand possessively on Mari's full breast. The contrast between their skin tones was striking. He squeezed gently and her soft flesh swelled out between his fingers. She purred happily. I removed my shoes and socks, sliding those under the chair. Chester leaned down, still massaging her breast, and kissed her hard on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with fervor. I got out of my pants and stood there in only my jockey shorts, which made it plain that my penis had been reduced in size. They didn't acknowledge my presence as I peeled the last piece of clothing down my legs and set it on top of my footwear. When I straightened up there was nothing to obstruct their view of my shaved pubes and caged dick. I waited with my hands passively at my sides while Chester ran his hands all over Mari, much to her delight. It was so bizarre to have both she and I undressed while Chester still had all his clothes on.
"So, Mari," he said, taking his hands off her. "I'm betting you're already pretty wet between the legs."
"Very wet," she said breathily.
"But what I'm going to put into you is damn big. So you need some extra loosening up." He turned his head and locked eyes with me. "You're going to use your mouth on her pussy to get her ready for my cock."
It was like a mild electric shock when he said that. His dark face was serious. I moved slowly to the foot of the bed and got onto the mattress between my wife's feet. She proper herself up on one arm, reached down to grab my hair, and pulled my face toward her mound. I ended up on hands and knees, dutifully lapping her furrow. She keeps herself free of hair down there, except for a narrow landing strip. Mari laid back down. Chester put his lean body alongside her, took that pretty face between his hands, and kissed her passionately, with her returning his ardor. He stroked her and whispered in her ear, all while I was prepping her to be entered. Then he nibbled on her smooth neck. That turned into playful love-biting, which left a dark spot. He had literally put his mark on her.
The tall man stood and undressed. Mari watched him intently as he exposed his fit physique. I dared to raise my eyes. He had stripped down to just boxer shorts. When he lowered them I got my first in-person look at his cock, which hung far down and obviously weighed alot, especially the heavy head. It was even more impressive than in the photos.
He asked rhetorically, "You ready for The Hammer, girl?"
My bride nodded enthusiastically. He snapped his fingers in my direction, commanded me to go back to my former location and stand with my feet apart and my hands on my chest.
Mari eyed me and said, "I'll bet he's sorry I've got him in that cock-lock right now. He gets so turned on when he has to watch me in bed with another man, especially a stallion like you."
"Let's make it more interesting for your wimp hubby." He told me, "Play with your nipples, Loser. Start with your fingers dry and after I'm inside your wife you can wet them in your mouth."
I hesitantly began to tease my nipples. It made being caged much more trying. Chester got between my wife's thighs on his knees. He laid on top of her to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples, while I toyed with mine. When he sat up on his haunches, his cock had grown to its full length and girth. It certainly deserved to be called The Hammer. He set the head against the slit that I had so devotedly prepared and pushed in between her narrow, pink nether lips. She moaned from pleasure as inch after wide inch was slowly pushed into her. I did as I had been told and put my index fingers into my mouth to get them wet. I resumed rubbing my nipples. The enhanced sensations made me gasp. He started to piston himself in and out of the center of Mari's womanhood. Her heavy breasts rocked, eyes opened wide, and mouth formed silent words. He was in control, she was in ecstasy, and I entered The Cuckold Zone, completely involved in everything that was happening.
Chester was not a selfish lover. He altered his pace and angle of penetration to give her maximum excitement. She clutched his biceps, jerked her hips to meet his thrusts, and murmured softly. Then she began to speak.
"OMG, you're so much better than my husband ever was, back when he was allowed inside me with his dick instead of his tongue. Bigger. Way bigger. With so much self-control. And such technique. Your big Black cock is making me feel things I've never felt before and touching me in places that have never been reached."
She squealed with delight. He stepped up his tempo. I could smell perspiration and the distinctive scents of sex. Her eyes opened wide, she arched her back, and cried out as she was struck by a massive orgasm. I had never witnesses her climaxing so powerfully. She trembled and then appeared to deflate. Chester decelerated.
Mari said, "That was fantastic. I just wish we could keep going and..."
That was as far as she got before he launched into a furious assault of humping. It made her attempt to speak but she could only produce disconnected syllables. Before she knew what was happening he had driven her to a second noisy climax.
Once she had recovered enough to form words, she wanted to know, "What did you...? How did you...?" "Sorry, babe. I'm not allowed to divulge trade secrets. Wouldn't want your husband over there to know how I do it." "Ha!" She gave me a skeptical look. "As if he could. Even if I took that restrainer off his dick, he'd never be able to do what you just did." When he resumed working his hips, but without the frantic action, she wanted to know, "Why are you doing that? I already..." My wife took a deep breath. "You're not done yet," she marveled with sudden realization.
"Damn right I'm not. I plan to put you over the finish line at least once more. And don't forget that I still have to bust my nut." "To...? Of course. I'm not used to a man who can hold back like that. My husband never could." "Well, that's one more reason to keep him under lock and key. Get a load of him over there, playing with his nips, his eyes all googly, and his mouth hanging open. He'll never forget this night." "Neither will I, Chet. Neither will I."
He brought his face down so he could mouth her breasts. Then he began to bite and suck at the same time. She yelped in surprise. When he lifted his head there was a blemish on the side of her tit, like the stigmata he'd left on her neck. The spirited lover did it several more times. For the next few days, I knew, every time I lusted over my wife's generously-sized knockers when they were uncovered, I would be reminded how he had made her his.
The expert cocksman got back to his main task. He took his time and built her gradually toward yet another trip over the top. She wrapped her legs around his midsection and held on tightly. He continued his deep pile-driving, at the same time licking her neck. Mari let out a barely suppressed cry that stretched out and rose and fell. It ended by turning into a scream as she was launched into still another shattering finale. At the same time, Chester let himself finish. As they came together I was seized by pangs of insecurity, which fed directly into my cuckold fantasies. I had just watched her taken by a man who was superior to me in so many ways. We had reached a new level in our sex life. All I could do was stand by impotently as she was carried off on rushing currents of pleasure. Her elevated condition finally subsided. She lay under him, trying to catch her breath. He whispered into her ear. I couldn't hear what he was saying but it made her smile. She took his face between her hands and kissed him soulfully.
His voice rose to a conversational level as he asked her, "You okay, sexy lady?" "Well," she said and took a deep breath. "You certainly gave me a pounding." "And you loved it. But if you're sore down there..." "I am. That monster cock of your really did a job on my girly parts." "So your kitty needs some TLC?" "Sure, but you've done enough already." "I didn't mean me. I was thinking of your so-called better half." "Larry?" "Loser," he corrected.
I had an inkling of what he might be leading up to. It was something I'd seen online when I checked out cuckold pictures and stories, but had never experienced. I wasn't sure I wanted to take that next step but it didn't seem like I would have any choice with Chester in control.
"So..." Maybe she was getting the same idea. "... what were you thinking of?" "Loser is going to give you some pussy pampering with his lips and tongue. He's going to kiss your pussy and lick up that mess I made down there." Her face brightened. "Yes. That... big... creamy... runny... mess." She peered at me and chewed her bottom lip with happy anticipation. "That would be the perfect end to a perfect evening."
Soon I was back in my previous position. Getting my first taste of another man's semen, directly from my wife's body, was both unnerving and highly erotic. As I dutifully lapped it up and gagged it down, Chester began talking to her.
"So, up to now what have you been doing for Loser, sex wise? Not letting him put it into you, right?" "Not for a long time." "And never getting your mouth near his dingus." "No way. Though I like to remind him of how good it was when I used to do that for him, and how much my lovers enjoy it now." The Black man laughed. "Yeah. I like the way you think. So, how often do you unlock him. And do you do anything to help him empty his balls?"
"You know," she said, sounding modest, "I use my hand on him. Not too often." "Hold up now. You stroke his stick? Not anymore. From now on that's off the menu." "How will he be able to finish?" "He can stroke it for himself, like a naughty boy who none of the girls will put out for. That's pretty much what he is anyway. He tugs it and you supervise. He'll be a loser who jerks off when you tell him to. If he gives you any backtalk, or if you're just in a bitchy mood, you can stop him before he makes it squirt. Lock him back up for another week or ten days or however long you feel like. He has to learn that it's all about you."
"Wow," she enthused. "That's really something."
"And it's getting you hot just hearing about it." "It is," she admitted.
"Good. And if he does shoot, make him do it on a plate. Like one of those little ones. If you don't have a dark one, get something like that. You want his spunk to show up real clear. Make him look at it, remind him that he's never going to fire his tool anywhere inside you... and then make him slurp up what came out of his balls. He eats my white sauce and his own too. That's how it's going to be."
"OMG." She was noticeably more aroused.
I had to listen to all that while I was committing my degrading act. Her passion kept mounting.
Chester told me, "Suck on her love button, Loser. Help her to cross the finish line while she's thinking about how bad she's going to treat you from now on. How much worse than before. And the fact that it's going to be because of me."
As he talked and I applied suction to her clitoris, Mira moaned loudly and flew into a quaking climax. Despite how many times she had gone to the limit already, she still produced plenty of juice. I had to lick that up, along with more of his plentiful cream. It was so humiliating but my dick was incredibly turned on inside its uncomfortably tight cage. He told her the next time she saw him it would be in our home, so he could screw her in the marital bed. Chester didn't asked. He simply stated how it was going to be. She had no objections.
Since then it's been a month. Mari spends lots of time anticipating Chester's next appearance. When he's there he makes her describe my masturbation sessions, rare though they are. Sometimes they go out and leave me home, naked. When they return I have to turn down the bed and fluff the pillows. I always have to prep her with my mouth and eat cream pie after they've had more of their energetic sex. My cuckold dreams have been fulfilled and more. Chester has taken everything into new life-changing territory. I can only wonder where he might lead us next.
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