1. How I Learned To Please My Wife - Part 2


    Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Cuckold, Author: allfours, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    would be doing with a complete stranger. And no doubt she would tell him about her pathetic husband, home alone while she fucked anything in trousers. She always came home so shattered she could hardly stand. Once or twice she had me collect her and would make me wait in the car while she kissed them passionately on the doorstep, her clothes hardly covering her. She would reek of sex, and often leave a damp patch of the guy's cum on the leather car seat. And yes, I was always made to clean it off afterwards. More and more, however, she would bring her lovers home, to have sex with them in our bed. Often she would let me watch for a while and then send me to my room to sleep, often handcuffing me to the bed rail so I couldn't play with myself. I would lie awake, listening to their wild fucking, the sounds driving me crazy as I imagined what they were doing. My poor cock would strain for hours and I sometimes actually cried with frustration. The really strange thing is that, the more Vanessa teased me, the more she became a depraved slut, the more I loved her. It was almost as if, in my eyes, she was becoming an unreachable Goddess, with a strange kind of purity and an expectation that I could never live up to. Every humiliation, every sarcastic remark, every snigger at my ignominy only served to deepen my love, my adoration of her. I had soon become an acolyte to her, and every waking minute became a moment of rapture as I knew I served her needs. And then I found Rick. I ...
    came across his profile on a regular website I trawled for prospective lovers, and then sent him a message to ask if I could chat to him in one of the chat rooms. The message I sent to him made it very clear that I was a willing cuckold, and that I was looking for a new lover for my wife. I got a message back within twenty minutes, and not long after that we met up. The first thing that struck me about him was his swaggering confidence. He asked the usual questions, and as we chatted, he started to make derogatory remarks about me, calling me a useless wimp and pathetic. He demanded that I send him some photos of Vanessa naked (we had several taken by some of her previous lovers, and they were very explicit), and when he saw them, his language became very crude and sexual. In return, he sent some pictures of himself. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw them, and for the first time, I really feared for my wife. The guy was around six feet tall, male-model handsome with long blond hair and had a really well-defined torso. But what was so worrying was between his legs. I am totally heterosexual, but even I couldn't be amazed and slightly aroused at the huge cock he had swinging between his muscled thighs. Limp, it must have been seven or so inches long. Fully erect, it must have been at least nine inches, and really quite thick. With a shock, I felt my own cock stir in my underwear, despite myself. I chatted to him a little longer, telling him how magnificent his body ...