After my wife Sherrie’s last fuck session with her young lover Bobby, she announced that from now on her pussy would be “for real men only”, and that she would no longer open her legs for me. Thus, we were continuing our cuckold/humiliation role-play which we have learned to enjoy. It’s very powerful, as my description of our last session will reveal.
“You will still watch us when he comes over,” she announced, “I won’t deprive you of that pleasure. I know how much you enjoy seeing me turn into a slutty whore for him. And of course, Bobby may give you attention afterward.”
She was right of course. Watching Bobby give her what she needs has always been a real turn-on for me. And Bobby is one of those alpha men who can make a wife’s panties melt. He’s six-two, handsome and muscular. He sports tattoos everywhere, has short blond hair and a large cock. Sherrie is devoted to Bobby and submits herself totally to him during his weekly visits. She acts just the opposite toward me, ordering me about and cruelly humiliating me in front of him. I must admit I find Bobby sexually attractive as much as Sherrie does, and Sherrie knows it.
“When it comes to Bobby you are as turned on as I am,” she tells me often, “Admit it!”
Sherrie is a total submissive when it comes to Bobby, and it’s amazing that a young twenty-one-year-old guy could have such power over a forty-year-old woman, but he does. He knows how to treat an unsatisfied wife. I don’t think there’s anything she wouldn’t do to keep him coming back. We meet with him once a week at our house, on Saturday evenings when our sixteen-year-old daughter is out on a date or with friends. Speaking of our daughter, Kim, the end of our last session introduced a new dimension to things, as Bobby and Sherrie begin conspiring to bring her into the fold. But I digress.
Sherrie spent an hour getting ready for Bobby’s recent visit, and her humiliation of me began then.
“Got to prepare for a real man to be in the house,” she said as I watched her dress.
I love watching Sherrie get dressed for Bobby. She takes such care getting everything just the way he likes it. Her pussy is totally smooth, and bare without panties. Her garters, black seamed stockings, and heels are all she wears except jewelry. Her lipstick and makeup are heavy. She looks like the consummate whore wife, which she is when it comes to Bobby.
When Bobby arrived for our last session, Sherrie greeted him with a big tongue kiss. He was wearing tight jeans, a leather jacket, boots, and no shirt.
No shirt!
The outline of his cock was clearly visible. As is usual, Sherrie ordered me to undress Bobby and make the two of them drinks. Bobby stood before me as I removed his boots and socks. I slid his jeans off and discovered he was going commando. With Bobby naked, I hurried to the kitchen to make the drinks.
“You’re a beautiful man, Bobby,” my wife exclaimed, “We’re going to have some fun!”
“What about cucky-boy here?” Bobby asked, gesturing at me, “Is he going to have some fun too?”
“That kinda depends on you, doesn’t it,” she answered, “but I can tell you his days of fucking my pussy are over. Only a real man like you gets my pussy, and he’s not a real man.”
“Get naked sissy boy,” Sherrie commanded me, “show us your puny cock.”
“Yes dear,” I replied meekly and began undressing.
When Bobby saw I was wearing lacy panties he laughed.
“Those really suit you,” he said, “You can keep them on for now.”
Sherrie and Bobby proceeded to go to work on each other. Bobby softly cupped her naked tits, then brought his mouth down to suck each one in turn as he squeezed. Sherrie used both hands to cradle and massage his manhood. She used her tongue to lick his chest, working her way down to the base of his cock.
“Yum,” she announced so that I would hear her, “his body is delicious.”
She began licking the shaft of his cock, glancing over at me as she did. She likes to make sure I see how she gives Bobby all the attention she withholds from me; it’s part of our kink. A moment later she took the head of his cock between her lips and began bobbing up and down.
“I love your cock, Bobby,” she moaned, “So much better than my husband’s.”
This gets me going, and I like hearing her talk this way. I’m a true cuckold. For me, the biggest turn-on I’ve ever experienced is Sherrie humiliating me sexually in front of her lover, who joins in the abuse as well.
But then it was Bobby’s turn to control things, and he pushed her down on the carpet and forced her legs apart. He brought his face down to her crotch and began licking and tonguing her cunt. He turned his body so that the two of them were in a sixty-nine position, and Sherrie once again took the head of his cock between her lips.
Bobby reached her tits and squeezed them as he ate her. This was double fun for Sherrie, and I knew her pussy was on fire.
In a minute he stopped eating her and began to finger her roughly. Her moans grow louder, and she looked at me with a lusty smile. She likes it a little rough; likes a man who knows what he wants and takes it. The first time I brought Bobby home to fuck her she was surprised and reluctant. But once he had his way with her, she became an enthusiastic participant in whoring herself for him.
Sherrie and Bobby had reached the point in the session where it was time she was fucked by Bobby’s massive cock. He placed her legs over his shoulders and lined his cock up with her slit. He teased her by rubbing it up and down without entering her, making her beg for it. He looked over at me, a superior arrogant smile on his face, and told me:
“She really loves it, doesn’t she? She worships my cock and I’m going to give her all of it.”
He pushed the mushroom head of his tool into the folds of her cunt, and she let out a loud moan.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, “Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy…”
She looked at me with a lusty smile, the kind of smile a woman has on her face when she’s doing something whorish and doesn’t care who knows it.
Bobby shoved his cock in all the way and Sherrie gasped.
“Mmmm, cock, cock, cock,” she moaned, “So good, just what I need.”
Bobby picked up speed, his thrusts coming harder and faster. I could tell he was about to cum.
“Give it to me big boy, give me your man-juice in my cunt,” she told him, “You know I love it, want it, need it.”
Bobby erupted and Sherrie let out a long moan.
“You fuck me so good,” she told him, “not like my sissy-boy here.”
A few seconds later Bobby pulled out and turned over next to her. I knew what was coming next, as we repeat this ritual at every session.
“You need to lick and suck Bobby’s cock now and get it nice and clean, then you can clean my pussy.”
I crawled over to Bobby and took his softening cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked, tasting the mixture of his cum and Sherrie’s cream. I know just how to make it good for Bobby, and his cock began to harden.
“You love it, don’t you sissy-boy,” Bobby told me, “You’re a good little cock-sucker.”
“Oh yeah,” Sherrie chimed in, “He’s learned to love your cock, just as I have.”
I paused just long enough to agree.
“Yes, Bobby,” I told him, “I love your manly body. You really turn me on.”
Bobby was fully hard again, and I knew what both Bobby and Sherrie wanted to happen next. I moved over to begin licking Sherrie’s cum-covered pussy. The mix of her pussy juice and Bobby’s cum was like a delicious tonic, and there was a lot of it. Bobby is a heavy cummer, as one would expect from such a stud man.
“Would you like some sissy-pussy,” she asked Bobby as I tongued away at her cunt, “I think I know someone who would like a man-cock in his ass.”
“Oh yeah baby, you know I like to fuck a sissy,” Bobby replied, as I expected him to.
“Okay honey,” Sherrie told me, “Take those girly panties off so a real man can fuck your pussy.”
I stood and slid my panties off, then immediately lay face down on the floor next to Bobby. I spread my legs apart in anticipation of the fucking I was about to receive from Bobby.
“He’s very fuckable,” Sherrie said, “As you already know.”
“Yes, he’s got a very sexy ass,” Bobby replied, “I’m going to enjoy this.”
“You’re a lucky little sissy,” Sherrie told me, “You’re about to get a real man’s cock where you really need it.”
Bobby used the lube to liberally coat his tool. He crawled between my outstretched legs and used his hands to spread my butt cheeks apart. I felt his warm cock press against my hole as he gently pushed, painful at first. Then the pain turned to pleasure as the head of his cock pushed past my sphincter. It took him four strokes to bottom out, and I felt his balls slapping my butt.
With Sherrie’s encouragement, he fucked me good! I lay there as he pounded me, unable to move. Sherrie was rubbing it in about what a sissy I was, only good for being fucked by a real man.
“Take that cock, sissy-boy,” Sherrie told me, “It’s all you deserve.”
When Bobby emptied his load in my pussy, I knew we were done for the evening. He pulled out and stood waiting for me to help dress him. His attention turned to the photograph on the mantel of our daughter, Kim, dressed in her cheerleading outfit.
“I’d like to meet her,” he told Sherrie, “She looks like she’d be fun.”
“Whoa,” I thought, but Sherrie was more sanguine.
“That can certainly be arranged,” Sherrie replied with a big smile, “I think she’d enjoy getting to know you, if you catch my drift. She’s sixteen, very innocent, and just at the right age to make friends with a sophisticated gentleman like you. You could help her explore certain things.”
The way she said ‘know’ and ‘friends’ along with her knowing smile made her meaning clear. She was offering our daughter to Bobby, and surprisingly the offer appealed to me as well, though I wasn’t sure why. This was an idea that needed further discussion.
We wished Bobby a pleasant evening as he left.
“Where did that come from?” I asked when we were alone, “Do you really want Bobby hooking up with Kim?”
“Don’t act shocked, it’s just sex,” Sherrie replied, “It’s certain she’s going to be having sex soon if she hasn’t already. It’s why one of her birthday presents was birth control pills. Better it should with a man like Bobby, than some gangly ignorant teenage boy.”
I had to admit this made sense.
“Besides, if you enjoy watching Bobby fucking me you know you’d love to watch him fuck our sweet little daughter. You’d like it even if you couldn’t watch him do it.”
“He might turn her into a cock-loving little whore,” she continued, “and wouldn’t that be fun for you?”
There was the crux of the matter. I realized the thought of Bobby fucking Kim was a similar pleasure to Bobby fucking Sherrie, but even hotter. I would be cucked by both my wife and my daughter. My cock reacted to this scenario by twitching, growing a little hard.
“Okay, I’m on board,” I replied, “Tell me how we’re going to do it.”
“Leave it to me,” she answered, “Right now it’s bedtime.”