Cuckold Opinions

The last Sultan of Zanzibar had 360 concubines! That’s almost one female per night of the year. Eunuchs guarded the harem not to prevent the girls escaping but to prevent men entering to service these sex starved gathering of girls who were definitely not getting their fill.  The current King of Swaziland has six wives and eight “princesses” living with him at the palace. Do those young women get sexual fulfilment? The ex-president of South Africa, has 6 wives in true Zulu tradition and many mistresses. Are they satisfied or do they look elsewhere for gratification?

Mormons the world over are allowed multiple wives. Can one husband do bedroom justice to so many sexually demanding women? Likewise, Muslims can take four wives who live in separate houses. Are they satisfied or are they dependent on lesbian sex or vibrator relief?

In contrast to the above there is a tribe in China that one woman takes two men (usually blood brothers). She lives in the village with one partner while the other man works for say two weeks of the month on the country farm then they switch so she gets the other man to join her in bed and minister to her sexual demands. Now to me this sounds highly civilised. Two men servicing the sexual requirements of one woman. I’m sure she always has a smile on her face

Before the arrival of “Christian” missionaries in the South Pacific islands the island tribes did not have marriages but bred as a tribe. After the annual harvest of the sweet potato or taro crop there was a festival. During the festival week bands of 5 young girls would seek out a young man and each girl in turn would have sex with the boy. They would then hunt down another boy and another throughout the week until all the girls had slept with all the boys. When they fell pregnant the child was a child of the tribe as they could not ascertain the biological father. It was a matriarchal society where the females were the sexual aggressors and initiators.

So my philosophy in this 21st century with much more liberated bedroom ideas is that as opposed to the male having multiple female partners the women should have multiple male partners. Can you imagine a female living with say four men? They each go out to work every day so the household income quadruples. They come back to take their turn with the woman be it one-on-one or even more exciting for the woman all four men in bed with the woman. A gangbang every night!

References to cuckolding appear in literature as early as the 13th century. Today, however, cuckolding has become a powerful sexual fantasy for some men, who get aroused by the idea of their romantic partner engaging in sexual activity with someone else. Women also share this fantasy, but less so than men. This cuckold fantasy has been around as long as marriage and sexuality but we’re hearing more and more about it these days, and more people are rejecting the social stigma against this fantasy. Men are more likely to fantasize about cuckolding, and they do it more often but there are a number of women who have these fantasies as well.

Part of what makes cuckolding arousing for heterosexual men is that they tend to view it as a taboo act. In a society or culture that idealizes monogamy, the cuckold fantasy is available to people to conceptualize their sexual fantasies. It’s a sexual desire that can be easily customized to meet a wide range of sexual needs and desires, whether it’s taboo sex, novelty, voyeurism or something else.

The emotions surrounding seeing your partner with someone else can be a huge turn-on.  It’s not cuckolding if there isn’t an element of small cock humiliation, degradation or denial. Our erotic imaginations have the ability to turn shame lemons into delicious kink lemonade.”

Overall, research found that for the most part, cuckolding tends to be a positive fantasy and behaviour. Remember that sometimes just sharing a sexy thought can be arousing enough — you don’t have to follow through. If you are thinking about acting on a cuckolding fantasy, it’s worth stepping back first and making sure your relationship is in a good place and that you have strong sexual communication skills.

For men and couples considering the issue of cuckolding, it’s important there be honesty, integrity, communication, mutuality and shared values. For couples who do decide to move forward, it’s important to take things slow. The reality of watching your spouse have sex with someone else — or knowing they’re doing it, if you’re not there — is often very different than the fantasy. It can dredge up powerful emotions, so take baby steps and keep talking and communicating. That said, the rewards can be amazing, according to couples who have successfully folded cuckold play into their relationships.

Cuckolding is often seen from the outside as a kink founded in humiliation and inadequacy of the male partner but the reality is far different and pleasurable for most couples actively involved in cuckolding. Cuckolding takes the foundation of a stable, loving marriage and extends it to include one or more males who play a specific, sexual role within the relationship. Contrary to popular myth sexual inadequacy is only a significant factor in a minority of cuckold couples. For most couples, sharing her is a loving way to expand the boundaries of their relationship and safely explore a more natural approach to human sexuality and relationships.

Cuckolding is a wife-centric rewarding experience for all involved and makes a loving cuckold marriage dynamic. Wife, husband, and boyfriend are all involved. The wife is being touched, reassured, and pleased by both men and in return, is pleasing them both – just in different ways. Inviting another male into the marriage exercises and builds the marital bonds just as physical exercise does for fitness. When practiced properly, cuckolding will bring a couple closer together & greatly increase intimacy despite of and also because of the intimacy the wife now shares with another.

The realization of a cuckold relationship is centred on sexual pleasure where the dynamics of each person’s pleasure is important but decided much differently. Though with a different man, the wife’s desire for full pleasure is easy to understand being the focus. The cuckold’s pleasure, however, is less understood in the public eye because of the desire for sexual denial by his wife, needed to intensify his own sexual arousal, along with her to be openly pleased by another bigger and better man.

Not exactly the ‘normal’ marital bedroom setting. As a minimum, the denial is a strict control of his pleasure, usually resulting in the relinquishing of sexual intercourse. Or to put it more bluntly, his penis will not be providing the full sexual pleasure needed by his wife, nor as she sees fit, letting him have his pleasure by penetration into her pussy. How this is enforced is usually left to the wife and her making an empowered statement to the cuckold about deliberate sexual needs and control, and devotion to knowing her pleasure is most important above his.

Nevertheless, it is still important that the cuckold should experience some sexual pleasure (or relief) with the occasion and manner as agreed by the wife and fitting to the intimacy of the cuckold relationship. To this, the wife can settle to only satisfy in a ‘mechanical’ manner where she is involved literally taking care of the matter ‘at hand’ and very efficiently ‘draining’ the cuckold male. The cuck is normally not allowed to masturbate. When being the dutiful wife is very apt at using her hands in assisting with the task of the cuck’s relief.

It’s a very common fantasy, actually. There is no shame in your fantasy game. In modern day, it’s become a popular fantasy. Many men are turned on by seeing their female partner pleasured by another man. It’s a form of submission for the cuckold in which he derives pleasure from being humiliated. And, its popularity is on the rise. Research found that “cuckold porn” is the second most searched heterosexual porn category on the internet. Fantasies are a great tool in any romantic relationship – especially one that has lasted. One may have to mix things up, try new things, and go outside of your comfort zone from time to time. Sharing and acting out your fantasies with a loving, committed partner is a great, safe way to do that. The first thing to keep in mind is this: There is no shame in your fantasy game. Shame causes repression, which usually leads to either acting out and infidelity or a lot of self-loathing.

Assure her that if you go down this cuckold road, it won’t threaten your relationship. Let her know that this comes from a desire for you to see her experience more pleasure, pleasure that maybe the current partner can no longer supply and to grow your fantasy sex life together. There is a need to introduce her to the concept little by little. After talking with her about it, see if she’d be open to taking baby steps by simply watching a cuckold porn film together. From there, you can bring up the idea of having a man give her a sensual massage as you watch.

You might want to consider a few other things here. Sexuality is a spectrum and it’s broadening every day. It’s not black and white. There are, dare I say, many shades of gray. Polyamory and other forms of non-monogamy such as open marriages are not entirely taboo. Is this a way for you to expand your own sexual boundaries and experiment with bisexuality? Your sexual preferences can always evolve even if you’ve been married for 30 years.

Ultimately, this is the point of cuckolding. Whoever your wife ends up with should fuck her better than you ever have (or at the very least better than you typically do or did). It should be mind-blowing, body-shaking sex that leaves her tingling from head to toe after a powerful orgasm has washed over her body in waves. Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that ultimately what drives your desire? Don’t you want your wife to fuck someone that’s bigger and better than you? Don’t you want her to whisper into your ear how much better he felt, how much harder he made her cum?

This is pretty true for all of you cuckolds out there who are looking for your wife to become your Hotwife … it’s not that wives don’t like sex or are 100% against having sex with someone else (though some wives are) … it is mostly about you and whether or not we can trust you … trust that you won’t lose your cool when you see your wife cum … hard and often … on a bigger, better cock … and that later, you are not going to tell us we are a slut because we fulfilled your fantasy … and many other involved issues … if you want us to cuckold you … then we need to be able to trust you and the communication skills have to be excellent … if all that is true, then you can build an even more amazing relationship with your wife … but we must be able to really trust you first

Trust her … at this moment … even with her cuckold husband sitting in the corner … his little white dick painfully erect … his mouth hanging open as he watches his sexy, sweet, once innocent wife cumming over and over again on that bigger, better black cock … she doesn’t even know her husband is in the room or what his name is … she can only think about one thing … the approaching orgasm and how hard she is going to cum … again and again … all night long … all the while her cuckold husband’s little dick gently weeps … his obviously precum giving away just how excited he is watching the woman he loves having the sexual evening of her life … It is good to be the hotwife married to such a cuckold.

Once the wife has done this a few times … as much as her cuckold husband is humiliated and embarrassed … it really puts her black studs into over drive … almost like they fuck her all the harder and better … to show her and her little dick cuckold husband … what he can never give her … a win-win for everybody as it helps the cuckold husband….and remember that it is his little dick is the reason why she fucks bigger, better black guys in the first place and … it reminds her just how much she loves fucking bigger, better black guys with great big cocks …

Once he’d gotten his full nine inches inside your wife, his slightest movement sent paroxysms of intense pleasure through her. The power-ramming, headboard-banging, pillow-biting nine inch long-stroking would come later that night after he’d taken her upstairs to your bedroom. For now, he was just letting her get used to a world she didn’t even know existed and what was worse…you knew that sexually…she was already his.

The best way to start is with the wife slowly stroking your cuckold-to-be-husband…bringing him along slowly…watching some interracial porn…commenting on the bigger black cocks…remarking…innocently …how much harder girls cum on big cocks…edging him to the brink of orgasm…over and over again…until he’ll do anything you want…soon you’ll have him as your cuckold…ruining him for all other women if you do it right…

This one was a real eye opener for her … when she first came across it, she just assumed that her cuckold husband would pass this test … don’t get her wrong, she knew he was small …  but she thought he was bigger than a toilet roll … so she had him do the test while she watched … She was shocked when his whole dick fitted inside except for just the tiniest bit of the head of his dick peeking out the other end … it was then that she really started to realize just how small his dick really was …

Turns out, there exists an even more outrageous, rule-breaking scenario: one in which the cuckold in question not only knows, but heartily approves of his wife’s infidelities. This is because the term “cuckold” accurately refers a man who derives sexual enjoyment and pleasure from hearing and fantasizing about, or witnessing his female partner’s sexual encounters with other men. At the same time, the cuckold himself remains faithful.

Cuckolding is rightly considered to be a mostly male-driven fantasy. When researching cuckolding for this article it was found that in roughly 75% of cases it’s the men who first bring up the idea of cuckolding to their female partners. And while for many cuckolding forever remains an exciting but unattainable fantasy, some couples manage to put it into practice. In this way, cuckolding can be considered part of the consensual non-monogamy spectrum.

Similarly, the female partners range in their interests from simply having sex with other men with their husbands’ enthusiastic approval (in which case the term “hotwife” is most often used to describe the woman), to exerting complete sexual dominance over their cuckold partner (here, “cuckoldress” is the more frequently used term). If you are a woman whose partner has admitted to having a cuckold fantasy, it’s likely that the next step will be him asking if you’d like to put it into practice. In this, cuckolding is unique, since the power to make it happen in real life resides primarily with the female partner.

Cuckolding is as challenging as it is exciting, and making it work in real life means starting out with a foundation of a strong relationship, emotional maturity, trust, mutual compassion and respect, and continuously flowing, open communication. Just like with any consensually non-monogamous relationship, bringing in new partners means adding responsibility of expert knowledge, skill, and adherence to the governing principles of safe, sane and consensual sex.

But, for the right couple and the right relationship, cuckolding can be incredibly hot, exciting and rewarding. Here are some examples of how cuckolding can benefit you and your relationship:

  • A stronger bond between the primary couple.In research, many couples reported strong feelings of unity and connection after starting to practice cuckolding. Many also reported having more appreciation for each other and better communication in their intimate relationship. This often leads to a renewed sense of trust, closeness and togetherness, all of which are all hugely beneficial for the long-term health of a relationship.
  • More exciting sex between the cuckold and his female partner. Most couples who practice cuckolding have been together for a long time, often 10 years or longer. For them, cuckolding breathes new and exciting life into a relationship that, while loving and committed, may feel a bit boring and stale. The voyeuristic and taboo nature of cuckolding, can open endless possibilities for exciting, titillating and highly satisfying sexual experiences.
  • Greater sexual satisfaction for the female partner. In research, women who successfully engaged in cuckolding overwhelmingly reported feeling more sexually fulfilled and satisfied than ever before. Variety is the spice of life, and cuckolding offers ample opportunity for women to enjoy a selection of enthusiastic sexual partners. Some of these men (also called “bulls”) may provide particular sexual skills that these women’s primary partners do not possess; or they may fulfil additional sexual fantasies and desires, like being dominated, or having sex with a man with a substantially larger penis. No matter the specifics, women who engage in cuckolding often get access to more frequent, enthusiastic, and satisfying sex.
  • Increased empowerment and confidence.When done right, cuckolding can be incredibly empowering to a woman. While our society still struggles with the idea of women enjoying sex for its own sake, a hotwife or cuckoldress has the freedom to enjoy sexual pleasure with a variety of eager partners. The positive impact of this new-found confidence potentially extends further than the woman herself. Her cuckold partner also reaps the benefits of a woman who is assertive, voracious, and unapologetically sexy: all the qualities that make sex with her so much more exciting and pleasurable.

Cuckolding when approached and practiced thoughtfully can be a real gift to a couple who choose to bring it into their relationship. In addition to being extremely sexually satisfying, cuckolding has the power to revitalize and strengthen a relationship in new and profound ways. And even if you and your partner never put cuckolding into practice, it can become an exciting part of your sexual fantasy repertoire. With an open-minded attitude and a sense of adventure, the possibilities are endless.

Every sexual relationship is different. However, some sexual fetishes are very different, and this is one of them. It turns out relationships that experiment with cuckolding are very much on the rise, and psychologists can’t quite figure out why. Theories abound everywhere, but the men and women taking part in the world of cuckolding don’t really care why they like it, they just do. On top of that, more and more people are discovering cuckolding as something they like. It doesn’t matter much why people like it. There are a ton of reasons and any one of them could apply to any man who likes getting cuckolded. The important thing is that everyone is enthusiastically consenting and everyone is having fun.

In general the term interracial when used with cuckolding most often refers to single black males enjoying white wives with their husbands support and encouragement.

Interracial is a niche within the cuckolding lifestyle where the only real difference is a couple’s preference or custom of choosing black lovers. Otherwise, progression of the lifestyle extends much the same as any cuckold relationship. Due in part to the commonly accepted view of black sexual superiority blacks are expected to be dominant sexually and this is one component that many couples are looking for and one reason they sometimes gravitate to interracial.

The contrast alone between a dark lover and a white wife can be an immense thrill for both the wife and her white husband. For some couples, the taboo of interracial adds a significant element to the experience while for others taboo isn’t much of an issue. There’s no guarantee that the black suitor a wife is considering inviting inside her will have longer, thicker cock than her husband, but the combination of contrast and size can provide more than just double the thrill for many couples.

Well, size isn’t immaterial, of course, but it’s not everything. Just as all blacks aren’t exceptionally hung, whites aren’t all less than average. Most white husbands are of average size (5,5″) and many are even larger than that. Still, size alone cannot guarantee what a woman needs sexually. Even should her husband be full sized & possess the stamina needed, he still has a small white penis between his legs and can never offer the experience going black can provide his wife.

Many cuckolds to wives with a black cock preference find it easier to accept being limited or weaned from sex as it is apparent that no matter what they are capable of, they cannot offer her the cock she wants.

For nearly all husbands in this lifestyle being a direct witness to the act between his wife and another man is an ideal occurrence they want and should experience. As with many other aspects of this lifestyle, compromise is called for here. Though many wives are thrilled from the start to enjoy the cock of another man in front of their husband, not all are equally enthused. Some feel overly self-conscious about being watched during the act and therefore deny their cuckold this pleasure. Others are simply selfish. Even though husbands almost always desire to watch, it’s a double-edged sword. The cuckold wants to watch for one or more of the following reasons:

  • It’s very erotic, from a voyeur’s perspective;
  • It provides visual detail for them when they mentally visualize their wives with their lover;
  • it can be the culmination of years of fantasizing

But, as with most things, there are also elements of watching your wife offer her most intimate pleasures to another man which can be quite difficult:

  • Being in the presence of the male the wife has chosen as a sexual superior is very humbling;
  • Being present invites opportunity for the wife and/or the lover to further exercise the cuckold’s humbling;
  • The wife has the opportunity to make her husband witness the fruits of his own fantasy which can often be well beyond what he imagined.

How often should he get to watch? This is simply a guide and other factors can be taken into account, but as a general rule, for every three times the wife enjoys a sexual experience outside the marriage, one should be witnessed by her husband.

For most cuckolds, little is more precious than being able to clearly imagine in his mind, what it looks like when his wife is with her boyfriend. Of course they will imagine if that’s all they have, but it’s so much more rewarding to know for himself what it looks like when his wife has her small hands wrapped around the big cock of her boyfriend in a manner he may have never experienced himself.

Humiliation is part of cuckolding because it is a form of power exchange. In our culture it’s a submissive act to allow someone to humble you – especially for a male. I say humble because humiliation has this connotation of extreme acts when it’s simply a matter of deferring to another and nothing more.

The general stereotype of a cuckold is: he has a small penis which more resembles a wild mushroom than a potent male sex organ. Are there cuckolds like this? Absolutely. Is this the majority of men whose wives have or should be riding a much more capable organ? Hardly.  In the case of such a tiny penis it goes without question that size matters, but for husbands who are better hung and are fully capable of pleasuring their wife through intercourse, the motivation and ‘necessity’ for cuckolding becomes a bit more clouded – especially for the wife who may not perceive an issue worthy of inviting another male into the marriage.

A husband whose penis stiffens when told it’s small and ineffective as a sex organ is naturally sexually submissive. Humiliation is an integral part of cuckolding because it is an overt way for the cuckold to express submission. A non-submissive male would react aggressively to being told he is less capable sexually, so to accept that humiliation is to submit. To prove this, one need only tease a cuckold who is of average or below average size and see how they become swollen and needy to understand that it’s not really about the truth of the statement as much as it is about the effect of the statement.

The truth is that it’s the submissive role he plays that is the true source of his need to be her cuckold and not any perceived inadequacy. It’s also true that regardless of his size, stamina or ability to bring her to orgasm during intercourse, her husband can never offer her the same experience a different lover can. When you factor in the fantasy of taking a black lover to increase the contrast of both roles and race between husband and lover, you find a situation the husband could never directly provide, regardless of his size and stamina.

A husband who has 7″ will feel even more cuckolded by a man of 8″ than a husband having only 5″ simply due to the perception of having been better than average hung, yet now he is ‘small’. Though not technically true, when his wife takes a lover who is larger in any dimension, it becomes an effective verbal and visual taunt which will certainly exercise the cuckold’s submissive needs.

As stated earlier, size or performance isn’t always the best justification when proposing a cuckold lifestyle to a wife who thinks status quo is just fine. After all, her favourite flavour of ice cream isn’t the only flavour she’ll eat and it’s only her favourite until a new flavour strikes her fancy more than the last favourite! (Vanilla versus Chocolate?). To justify my argument watch the video link below.

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The first time that I show my penis to a a pair of girls

This situation happened when I was studying in high school. In that time, I was close to two girls, that I will call here Trinity and Diane. I wasn’t real friend of them, but we got along very well. One time, when we’re working in a Project at school, Diane said:

“Hey, Will, how long is your dick?”

That question took me by surprise, and I blushed. In that time, I wasn’t so open-minded about sex and sexual stuff like dick size, so that question embarrased me. Trinity giggled about the question, and seeing that I get embarrassed by the question, she asked me:

“It’s small? How small it is?”

You can imagine that if the dick size question embarrassed me, these new ones make me get real red and embarrassed. The fact that they were just assuming that my dick was small was really embarrassing. I didn’t know what or how to answer to that embarrassing question, and was looking at the floor, but when I look back at them, I also see, to my horror, that a classmate, a girl, was looking at me and the girls. My mind filled with thoughts, “Did she heard about the question? What was she thinking about it?”. I was cornered. That’s when Trinity talked again:

“See, Diane, I told you, it has to be small, if not, he just told us that his cock average or big…”

And that’s when something came out of me:

“It’s normal…”

But Diane, looking at my crotch, replied:

“I don’t see any bulge down there…you’re lying…”

And again something strange came out of my mouth:

“I can show it to you”

I didn’t know why I said that, but Diane and Trinity were surprised about my response as me. They told me:

“Well, how about now? We can go to the bathroom, we’ve finished the Project, and we can tell Mr. Sanders a lie.”

So, before I can say anything, they asked Mr. Sanders to let us go to search some things to the project, and he let us all go to search it. So, we go to the girl’s bathroom, that fortunately was empty, since it class time. Once there, Trinity, seeing me nervous, told me:

“Just show it to us. If you have a tiny one, we will not tell anyone about it…”

Both of them swear it, but I wasn’t so sure about that, because Trinity was quite talkative, so she maybe could tell other girls about my dick size. But in the other hand, if I didn’t show my penis to them, it will be implicit that I’d a small penis, and I also didn’t want that they think that. So, I was cornered and without much option, so I decide to show them. First, I unbutton my pants, and then I pulled them down, showing my briefs to the girls, who laugh a little seeing them. At that momento, I was totally nervous, I was one cloth away from letting a pair of girls. But I want to get this over with, so I grabbed the waistband of the brief and I pulled it down, exposing my manhood to both of them. Both Trinity and Diane followed the fall of my brief to the ground, and when it hit the ground, their gaze come fastly to my crotch.

Now I was bottomless in front of Trinity and Diane, and both of them were just looking at my penis. They smiled and my mind filled with thought about why they smiled. In the first scenario, they were laughing about my penis size, and telling me how small it was, while in the other, they were amazed about how big it was. But a comment of Trinity broke my thoughts:

“It’s nice…it’s not big but neither small…it’s average” she said, smiling

But also, Diane talk about it. I was really nervous about her opinion, since she had a boyfriend at the moment. But her comment wasn’t I expected:

“It’s smaller than my boyfriend’s dick, but yes, it’s average”

I was really relieved by Diane’s comment, but also horny, just by the fact of two girls looking at my dick. So, I get an erection, which make the two girls laugh at me, and tease about getting hard by them seeing my cock. They helped me with that, giving me a handjob, and I didn’t last long until I cum. Finally, I get my underwear and pants up, and we returned to our classroom. They thanfully didn’t tell anyone about that, and fortunately, that shenanigan was the first of many sexy shenanigans with them, but that it another story…

 

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Small Cock Cuckold Part Two

This is an update on an earlier story. It is based on a true marriage experience. Obviously names and places have been changed. I have also taken the liberty of adding some fantasy fiction to this nonfiction account.

It was financial year end at the grain store and she told me that she had put together a team of local high school kids to assist with the tedious stock take in the grain warehouse. Due to the bulky weight of the stock items she only employed strong well built high school boys (or that’s what she told me). The grain warehouse owned and managed by Ryan Peters who at the age of 30 had inherited from his late father. It contained bags of hog feed, chicken corn, alfalfa pellets, cattle feed all stacked and stored in gigantic orderly peaks in the vast multi storey warehouse. She was to oversee the annual stock counting with Ryan on Saturday and she said it would probably run into late Saturday night.

Saturday morning she wore a sheer see thro halter neck top tying it at midriff that left a lot of tit on show and very little of her breasts to imagination, a cheeky pair of denim hot pants and long dangly earrings. She looked very hot. Too hot to be taking stock in a grain store I thought. But whoa she was my wife and her sexy dressing turned me on. Maybe I would get a chance to wank my little cock in the fields today I thought.

She returned home about 8:30 that evening looking very dishevelled, with her top all done up wrong her tits blatantly hanging out, nipples swollen and showing and a broad satisfied grin on her face. I could tell she had been drinking wine as she smelt of wine.

“How was your day?” I asked “You look as if you have been working hard”

“I have been working hard but most enjoyable especially this evening” she said “Do you want to hear all about it?” She was standing legs apart and looking very randy as she asked.

“Please tell me all”

She stood in the centre of the living room, her long legs slightly ajar facing me. As she began telling me her day’s events she removed her see through halter top and gave her large tits a good shake.

“Well the stock take went faster than we thought and those high school kids were a great help. We checked and double checked and everything was accounted for. It was about 5:30 when Ryan told me to go and pay the high school kids and let them out. As I walked back to my desk to pay the boys I noticed that my halter top had come loose during the stock take, fully exposing my right breast. I was going to retie it when I thought what the hell those high school boys have being working hard why not give them a visual bonus. There were six boys all strapping and muscular. Four of the six were black boys. After the exertion and hard work in the summer heat some had removed their tee shirts exposing their chiselled young chests which gave me some eye candy to admire.  They all ogled my exposed tit and I pretended not to notice other than my nipples hardening to bursting point. I enjoyed being checked out by six young school boys who were half my age. Likewise, I enjoyed checking out their half naked bodies. I noticed that some of them had pronounced hard ons as they lent over my desk to sign for their pay. Not only my nipples were at bursting point but I was sopping wet between my legs and feeling randy as ever. What amused me further was one of the boys made a complimentary wanking sign in my honour as he walked out. A bit of evening titillation for both the boys and myself.”

At this point, still standing topless in our lounge, she pushed both hands down into her very mini denim hot pants and as I watched wiggled her long fingers. The hot pants slowly and seductively slid down over her hips. My wife was giving her husband a private strip tease and my little cock was responding accordingly. In its four inch erect state it felt cramped and trapped in its confined place and urgently need liberating and attention. But despite my desires and lust I was not going to interrupt my wife’s tale. The hot pants fell to the floor. She had no panties on and stood tall and totally naked in all her seductive glory moisture glistening between her thighs.

Continuing she said “At this point Ryan and I were the only ones left in the grain store. Ryan had asked me to meet him in the basement warehouse where he wanted us to cross check and consolidating stock take sheets. I heard him locking up and the bright overhead lights were switched off leaving only the low lighting. With the lights dimmed, this created quite a rather romantic setting with the stacked grain bags looking like fantasy castles. Ryan returned with a bottle of chilled white wine and two wine glasses. I was hot and thirsty when he poured me my first glass of wine.”

“Here’s to a successful stock take and all your hard work” he said. We drunk a toast and he poured me my second glass. I was already feeling horny being locked in the warehouse with low lighting with my good looking boss who was 8 years younger than me. He then lent over to give me a big thank you kiss. As his lips touched mine we just melted into each other’s arms and the deep throating kiss seemed to last forever. I have never been kissed like that ever before.”

“Your breasts look amazing through that translucent material. I’m sure a lot of those high school stock take boys will be wanking themselves tonight remembering the sight of your amazing white tits especially the black boys. You have been tantalising me for weeks with your no-bra see through blouses. I’ve been getting a hard on every time I walk past your desk.”

“Could I see them?” he asked. I was now fully turned on and without hesitation I undid the knot to my see-through halter top to let loose my nipple hard tits.”

“You showed him your tits? “ I asked.

“Yes, how can you refuse a request from your boss? And that’s not all” She went on like a runaway train as her fingers dipped between her legs.

“He cupped my creamy white tits with his large hands and the feel was a huge turn on. His hands were bigger than yours and he was rougher, manlier in the way he played with my tits.”

“I’ve seen them, and felt them, but wonder what they taste like?” Ryan asked.

“With that I laid back on a low stack of grain bags, he poured chilled white wine on my left nipple letting it run over my ample breast then proceeded to lick the wine off having a good gnaw at my engorged nipple. He repeated this on my right nipple. By now I was ready and randy to fuck the whole high school stock take team cum boy or girl! He had removed his shirt to expose his muscled chest. I ran my wine wet tits over his skin creating a polished erotic sheen.”

“He dug his thumbs into my denim hot pants and in one sweep he had removed my hot pants and my thong exposing my very moist, dripping-with-lust cunt. I fought at his belt buckle, undid his zip. My adrenalin was pumping to see what he had in stall for me. I dragged out his cock. It was still half flaccid, thick as a car’s radiator hose and very enticing. Very much longer and thicker than your as you can imagine.” She stated.

By now standing naked in front of her husband and confessing her adulterous behaviour had not only aroused me but she was getting very re-aroused by the retelling in her wine induced condition. Her fully exposed cunt was flared open, labia swollen and was oozing cunt fluid down both her inner thighs.

“You played with his cock? I asked in mock horror.

“Yes there was at least something to play with and even half soft his ebony cock was twice as long and at least three times as thick as your pathetic white 4 inch erect weeny! My intention was just to see what it would be like to suck such a massive cock; to experience the thrill and girl power to bring it to full erection; to be able to wrap both my hands around a cock shaft; to devour and wank and watch creamy cum squirt from such a monster penis. My lust and wanton sex starved cunt got the better of me and in no time he was pushing that thick long cock into me. It was huge compared to your thin short cock. It went deeper, where no cock had ever been in my cunt. It stretched all sides of my love hole in that I wanted to orgasm with every stroke of his massive manhood hammering away inside my willing cunt. And boy did he have staying power. He just went on and on fucking me on those sacks, occasionally giving us each a sip of wine from the bottle then pouring some over our connected genitals.”

“So you let him fuck you?” As her husband I was really cross now and she realised she had overstepped the mark. Pouting she justified as only she could.

“He is everything that you are not:

  • He is young and beautiful, you are …..;
  • He is tall dark and handsome, you are…..
  • He has a six pack and you have a beer paunch;
  • He is captain of the golf team;
  • A successful business man;
  • Serves as chairman on a charity;
  • He has a 9 inch thick cock that can get erect;
  • You have a measly 4 inch thumb-thick cock that gets erect occasionally.
  • Shall I go on?” she asked.

She thought I would get cross, throw her out or divorce her for what she had just done and told me. To my surprise I was not angry or jealous but realised that this is what she really wanted. She enjoyed it and if anything I was highly turned on seeing my sexy wife recently ravaged and satisfied by her well endowed and handsome young boss, standing in front of me.

To her surprise I pulled her naked waist towards me. Her white thighs were still crusted with his cum. She dipped her finger into her cum soaked cunt and presented it to my lips as a sort of peace offering. I licked it clean and then fucked her cum soaked hole with my miniature white cock.

“Can you taste Ryan’s cum?” She asked “There should be plenty of it and it’s still very fresh.”

It was then that we had a relationship understanding in place. I, her husband, with my small inadequate 4 inch white cock had become a cuckold for my beautiful young wife to be fucked at will by her young successful macho boss with his super sized cock to satisfy her.

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Small Cock Cuckold Part One

 

This is a rework of an earlier story It is based on a true marriage experience. Obviously names and places have been changed. I have also taken the liberty of adding some fantasy fiction to this nonfiction account.

The stream of pre cum, translucent and shiny glistened in the sunshine as it hung from the tip of my very erect cock.

Every now and then my over stimulated penis would jerk and a strand of pre cum would fling off falling to the ground. I was standing naked outside in the early morning sunshine in our farm garden. I gently touched my cock again fearful of ejaculating and spoiling the moment. Another blob of pre cum gushed from my cock tip adding to the string of pearls already dangling there.

Taking my finger I wrapped it around the precum as one would use a fork to gather up spaghetti. I put the coated finger into my mouth to taste my body fluid. Sucking it clean my palate registered: slimy, not much taste, not as salty with that distinctive chlorine taste of cum but still kind of erotic to consume your own freshly harvested pre cum. My short, white uncut cock jerked in anticipation of cumming again.

What had caused this early morning arousal? Being young and newly married I was used to waking with a morning glory (a stiff cock). I usually woke alone as my wife left the martial bed very early every morning to attend her swimming training. Normally I took my erection in hand giving it a leisurely wank at my own pace knowing how to satisfy myself from years of practice. This would end in me cumming on the sheets a practice my wife took exception to.

“I’d rather that your small, erect cock came inside my cunt than you masturbating and messing on the sheets.” She would say. Being summer I had now taken to taking my morning pleasure outside and standing in the sun would take my time to wank my cock in the a la naturel enjoying the arc of cum shooting off into the garden. But before you think I’m a solo wanker let me tell you about my wife and how our marriage has developed over the last five years. It’s these memories that have me so aroused this morning.

So here’s the background to this morning’s raging hard on:

My wife knew what she was letting herself in for when she married me. Yes, I am tall (six foot three inches), dark and some say handsome. Maybe the attraction was that I was well endowed. There is a perception among women that all tall, large statured men are well endowed. Well yes I had inherited a bundle so was financially, but not physically well endowed. For you see I have a small cock.

I have a small cock!” Saying that must be as liberating as an alcoholic declaring “I am an alcoholic.” My uncut cock is 4 inches long when fully erect and 4 inches around.

I supposed one could call it a 4X4 cock. A “4X4” cock has a volume of 75 cubic centimetres (cm3) which is 43% smaller by volume than the average Caucasian cock. This means that my wife gets 56cmless cock for her money than she would from an average sized cock. Less filling. Likewise, my 4X4 is 25% shorter than the average Caucasian cock. Less length. So what is considered the average dimensions of a Caucasian cock. Its 5.5 inches erect length with a girth of 5.5 inches. This gives a volume of 131cm3, which is 75% bigger by volume than mine and 33% longer. So you can see what my wife is missing out on. Sorry about all the numbers but being an accountant I’m a numbers man.

When my pathetic phallus is erect it easily fits inside a toilet roll tube. Bear in mind that only 0.2% (that’s 1 in 1000) of Caucasian men have small cocks, defined as between three and half to four and half inches long when fully erect. So I have given you a few of my vital statistics, let me tell you about my wife.

She is 5 foot 9 inches tall, has a blonde bob haircut, a full athletic figure and her crowning glory are her firm 38 B cup breasts. An absolute looker ! I’m sure without my bank balance I would not even been considered by her. She has long legs and is a competitive swimmer which keeps her figure in trim and gives her the excuse to train at the local country club pool every day. With her natural blonde hair she has a natural Mediterranean olive coloured skin that gives her a year round all over tan to compliment her blonde hair. Yes, she is a natural blonde and although she shaves down below she always keeps a blonde “landing strip” of pubic hair. She is out going and extremely flirtatious with other men.

Although she came from a very conservative part of the country with her competitive swimming (or should this read swinging?) she had had many premarital sex encounters both with male and female swim team members and the ever lecherous life guards.

Our married sex life was very vanilla. I thought unadventurously tame. For as a young married couple we only had sex once a week and this was dictated by whether she had a swim meet or not the next day. We had regular sex, her allowing me to play with and oil her tits and dip my four inch cock into her cunt. With my excitement, I normally came very quickly often apologising to her for not getting her to orgasm.

In our post sex state, me satisfied, her frustrated, she would continue to play with my cum sticky wilting cock and tell me about all the cocks that had fucked her before we got married and elaborate on how they all were much bigger than mine. She mentioned that she had five lovers prior to our marriage but I’m sure she was being most conservative. Based on the above phallic statistics the law of averages will tell you that probably all the other cocks that she has had were all longer and thicker  than mine. Being in her thirties she was now in her prime and sexual prowness peak.

There was no chance of early morning sex as she was up at 4:30am every morning to go to swim training. So many a morning as a newlywed I had to entertain myself by using both my imagination and right hand to wank my 4 inch endowment to ejaculation.

Now anyone who has been married knows from experience that all marriages go through rough periods, all marriages have ups and downs and hopefully ins and outs. Our marriage was no exception.

With our extravagant lifestyle we soon went through the financial endowment. I lost my job as I was drinking too much. Our marriage was in a desperate situation both at the bank and in bed. At about this time I inherited a small farm left in a family estate. It was a chance of a new start. We moved to the small remote farming town isolated in the rural country side.

I managed to get a low paying job in sales which meant being on the road a lot, hotel night’s away, achieving budgets and reaching targets leaving my fit young randy wife alone on the farm. My wife, she, got a job as a bookkeeper at the local grain merchant. It was the biggest business in town. I normally got home late and too tired to satisfy her bedroom demands or was away on business hotel nights.

As summer approached she stopped wearing a bra and started wearing very see through blouses. I couldn’t help notice that her firm 38B cup tits had transformed from a young girl’s size to a more robust 38C cup woman’s sized firm tits. I noticed but never commented. Perhaps she was looking for attention from her husband or elsewhere? The outfits became more daring with short skirts and cut off denim hot pants that exposed as much of her butt cheeks as her brief bikini pants did. My wife was purposefully revealing/flaunting more and more of her female assets and she was wearing these skimpy outfits to work every day. Should I have been a bit circumspect?

Starting at sunrise working on the farm then onto my daytime sales job and then back to the farm until sunset, this coupled with my drinking did not help the bedroom situation. Despite the skimpy clothes that she wore to work she always stripped naked while around the house and by fondling her breasts and fingering her cunt while wandering around the house or out in the garden she was telling me aloud that she desperately needed sexual servicing. I would normally get into bed and before anything could be initiated I would be fast asleep. Often I would awake in the night, with my wife’s naked body next to me and feel her fondling my limp flaccid small cock in vain. And then hearing her moans of orgasm as she had to pleasure herself using her trusty large dildo.

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The Taming of the Shrew Ch. 01 (6 favorites) – new Top 250 story – Literotica.com

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Captured (5 favorites) – new Top 250 story – Literotica.com

Her feminine ankles matched her wrists, bound in coarse rope, harsh against her skin. As the soldier carried her delicate body, the tight ropes twisted; rubbing her flesh and creating sores with every movement. It might have been painful, had she been conscious to feel it.

Sunk into the soldiers broad arms like a child being carried, her braid of smooth russet hair nearly scraped at the cold stone floor beneath them, her feminine helmet of armor still in tact on her head, where a thin line of dried blood seeped from her hairline onto her soft face. Her peach plump lips parted slightly, taking in small breaths below the thin curve of her nose. Her olive eyes were closed ever so lightly, in her sound and forced sleep. Her long boots had already been stripped from her small bare feet, and the sleeve of her dark leather top had been cut at the shoulder, leaving her neckline slightly visible under the thin metal weaves of chain that vested around her top, and in another layer wrapped around the waist of her dark pants like a skirt.

Another soldier waited alongside opened doors down the corridor of this dark, cold, stone castle. He stared at the unconscious girl with a small smile before they proceeded in, where a third man looked over opened scrolls, placed over the cold table surrounded by dancing torchlight. He did not look like a soldier, wearing soft silk robes over his long body, clinging to his undulated torso, hugging the tone of his muscle. His hair was dark to his shoulders, curving around his strong handsome face, where he hid part of himself under a small mask that only covered the left potion of his face, curving to leave his nose and chin visible, and under the thin but tight fitting mask there was a dark cloth patch over his left eye, completely aligned with the dark right eye on the other side of his face.

“Lord Talos.” One of the guards addressed him, causing him to silently look up.

Talos’s cold stare rested on the girl, and his eyes grew with anxiety and excitement, in a way that made it seem he was surprised by her sudden appearance as he rose to his feet. He had been waiting for her, this girl.

Talos pushed some of his scrolls aside and motioned for the soldiers to place her on the stone table, and he looked over her cautiously as the soldiers stepped aside, but then Talos too, suddenly stepped back away from her, as if he felt even unconscious, she was unapproachable.

“Remove her armor.” Talos ordered.

The soldiers quickly complied, unhooking the chain that surrounded her body and the helmet protecting her already injured delicate head.

“How did you manage this?” Talos asked excitedly as he went back to her, running his hand over the tight lumps within her shirt that were her breasts.

“We ambushed her party while they were on their way to Isinflo castle.” One of the soldiers explained proudly, “When we discovered she was among them, we knew you would want her.” “You’ve done well.” Talos replied, “collect your reward from Lady Mara.”

“Thank you Lord Talos.” One of the soldiers said happily.

Talos stared down at the girl as he listened to the sounds of the guards exiting. Excitement filled him as he looked over his quarry with cold eyes, she looked so helpless now, without her armor, but he knew better, she was not helpless, he would have to be careful with her, he would have to ensure she stay helpless.

He leaned over her face and felt her soft breathing against his chin, taking in her aroma, even through the faint scent of blood she smelled sweet and alluring, and as he came up he tapped her face with firm strikes of his palm, wanting to wake her now, wanting her to know where she was, but much to his chagrin, she lay still, without flinching once.

But Talos was not deterred by her lack of movement, he had been waiting for this, for a long time, and he swore he would enjoy every moment he had to torment his newest prisoner. He withdrew a sharp blade, hanging off the wall near many others, and he ran the sharp end over the lines of her clothing, wondering where he wanted to start. Noticing the tear in her shirt he found it just as good as any place, and with ease and care he cut her shirt from her body, watching in amusement as he revealed her round breasts and pointed nipples that had been hiding, tucked tightly away in the tight leather, so tightly it almost appeared she didn’t possess such wonderful breasts, and now he wondered just how she was able to breath as he took one firmly into his head and felt the gentle weight of it, rolling her perky nipple in his fingers, delighted at how it became a hard ball against his touch. She would like his touch, and if she didn’t, she would tolerate it, this he was certain of.

He moved on to remove the scraps of her top completely, and raised her already bound hands over her head, wanting to see the slant of her ribs against her thin waist and stretch of her breasts. He ran his hands over her chest again, and touched her neck, looking for a response in her, but other than the stiffened peaks of her peach nipples there was little sign that she was coherent, even in her unconscious mind.

Talos carefully cut her pants away, beginning with her leggings, revealing the slender length of her feminine form, and then the narrow curve of her hips, and when he found the soft place between her thighs and found it smooth, with the small patch of hair stripped from it, a slight laughter escaped him and he felt a throbbing in his groin, aroused by the discovery. He had heard of women who wore the breasts of their cunt so smooth but he had never actually encountered one.

“You vixen.” He remarked, deciding to cut the ropes from her ankles, the sensations moving through his own body daring him to spread her legs, and he did, just enough to see the lips of her smooth pussy, still closed before him, but a simple touch of his thumb parted the pink swells, and from there he wanted more.

His hands began to wander her smooth flesh hungrily, other than the abrasion within her hairline she seemed so entirely perfect and unscarred, could this really be the dangerous woman he had been waiting for? It didn’t seem to matter now, not while he was moving his strong tongue over the crevice of her rounded, inward belly button, working his way over her breasts, making her nipples even tighter as he tasted and took in the sweet ways of her skin. He ran his tongue over her neck and rested his mouth over hers, forcing her lips apart and pushing his tongue deep within her waiting mouth.

Talos felt her take in a deep breath through her nose and felt her chest heave against his hand. Was she waking up? He certainly hoped so. He pulled his face from hers and watched intently, but she still showed no sign of waking even with the troubled crease developing in her perfect brow. He began to touch her hair, running his hand through it, loosening the long braid and removing the tie that held it, and as he did this, his free hand instinctively stretched the length of her body, his fingers tickling her inner thighs, her legs still open for him. He traced his fingers over the soft openings of her center, opening her more, moving his hand down the center of her swelling lips, waiting for that pleasant moisture he desired to bathe his wandering fingers in.

He felt her hips move ever so slightly on his hand, her body knowing his touch even as she did not. He moved the hand from her hair and then over her breasts, wanting them to swell with passion, her nipples to tighten until they ached, and while he waited he pressed his mouth over hers again, forcing in his deep kiss, massaging her tongue that lightly reacted under the pressure.

Her body jolted somewhat when he forced one finger into her moistening pussy, exploring the chamber within her, he studied her face again, and she was more expressive now, as if lost in a deep dream. Soon he would make her dream of him, and he hoped they might be terrible dreams.

A second finger slipped through the tight gap, oh how very deliciously tight she was, and the ever growing liquid cream surrounded his finger, urging him to force a second finger through, and he did, exploring her more widely, opening her to his touch until… yet another discovery, a barrier, just hidden within her chamber, a barrier not yet broken. His dangerous little vixen was a virgin! The excitement overwhelmed him and he forced himself to ease away from her boundary, refusing to break it with his hand, and he fought the urge to remove his throbbing erection from the soft silk it moved against for the sole purpose of shoving it through her barrier and riding her like a rabid stallion.

His excitement was overwhelming, he thought of calling upon one of the many willing women within his fortress to relieve him, save the prize before him for later, savoring her, but he quickly found his desire was unmanageable, and as he continued to touch the moistening place between her thighs, controlling himself from pushing forward. A small moan escaped her. The sound brought him to reach under his wide, loosely fitting pants, exposing his own throbbing organ.

He excitedly moved onto the table, looming over her as he continued to touch her growing dampness, she was wet now, he wanted her body to feel the pleasure he could bring. He pressed his aching erection carefully between the lips of her center, letting her juices coat the hot muscle he so terribly wished to relieve. He ran the head between the open fold of her pussy, continuously using his fingers, wanting to open her. His body shook in fits as he controlled himself, and for a moment he feared his own body would turn itself against him, defying his wishes, just the same as he imagined his young captive’s body was responding now. Talos kissed her again, attempting to relive some of the mounding tension as the weight of his strong erection pressed further against her opening hole.

He used both hands now to hold her breasts, squeezing them tightly as her body began to shift beneath him, he watched her face intently as he slid his organ against her, more and more, waiting for any sign that she would awaken, how wonderful it would be if she were to regain consciousness now, he imagined the look on her delicate face, if she were to open her eyes just in time to feel him push inside of her, filling her, to a place no one has ever reached. The excitement of his thoughts ran over him as he squeezed her breasts even tighter, becoming lost in the feeling in the peaks of her nipples hard between his fingers, and he was lost in his own pleasures, exploring this creature.

When her body arched again, the liquid cream flowing from her, over his erection in a magnificent way, he was entirely taken off guard over the excitement and without hesitation the sensitive head of his noble organ slipped inside her, luckily he thought, not to far, but the new sensation of her chasm tightly holding him there, was tantalizing. He refused to remove from his newfound comfort, edging the head in and out so smoothly, feeling the gracefully tight space. She moaned beneath him as he suddenly ejaculated, barely within her walls, her own body responding, reaching another soft climax.

He found it so desirable the way her body had welcomed him, so perfect he thought, and he watched her, holding her tightly as he felt the shift in her hips against him, following the soft moan. He watched her bright eyes pierce him as they snapped open under the sensations of her body and the weight of his, and he watched as her pupils dilated momentarily before her eyes rolled back and she had consciously left him again.

It didn’t matter. She had looked upon him, he decided she knew where she was, and he hoped her dark dreams would torment her as she thought of all the things he was capable of doing to her. Her naked body his to use how he wanted, when he wanted. He wondered if she would understand, why he wanted to torment her so, of course she would; it would be unacceptable if she didn’t remember him. The way he had thought of her, for long years now, she must remember him.

It was not difficult for Talos to know this was his prize; this girl was his prize for waiting so long. He had burned the image of her face into his memory, her beautiful face, and now that she was older and her fine features had matured it gave him so many filthy ideas. A year before he might have taken her life quickly, but now he fully appreciated himself for deciding to keep her for a while. Even in her forced sleep from the blow to her head he could still smell her scent, her sweet scent that told him she was already his, in any form he pleased, and he lusted after the idea of training her, making her know she had no choice, her body would never allow her defiance and neither would he.

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Much Needed Relief Ch. 3 (5 favorites) – new Top 250 story – Literotica.com

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So there I sat, Stephanie on my lap, my dick still buried deep inside of her, and my mom walking over to us. I was too nervous to say anything. Mom nonchalantly approached us, Stephanie not saying anything either. But she didn’t seem too bothered by the fact that mom was seeing her naked and in mid-fuck. My cock twitched in Stephanie’s belly when mom came right up to us.

“You must be the nurse,” mom said to Stephanie. “I wanted to thank you for coming over to take care of my son.”

“My pleasure,” Stephanie said, squeezing her vagina around me tightly before standing up. “I, uh…hope you don’t mind that I added some extra therapy.”

Mom smiled, glancing down at me. I remembered to breath finally, still not quite sure what mom’s reaction would be.

“Actually, I’m glad. I was so worried that he might have another attack of pain while I was gone. That’s why I came home early.”

“Mom, I…” I tried to say something. “You’re not mad, are you?”

“Of course not. I already knew she was giving you handjobs, didn’t I?”

Stephanie held out her hand. “I’m Stephanie, by the way.”

There was something strange about watching mom shake Stephanie’s hand, since she was completely naked and had just fucked me. It was as if this was a casual meeting. Stephanie glanced down at me.

“I should clean you up.”

Stephanie took some wipes from the supplies she brought and wiped my dick clean. She also cleaned her inner thighs where my cum had leaked out of her cunt.

“Well, since you’re here,” mom said, “would you like to stay for dinner? I thought we’d order a pizza.”

Stephanie hesitated. “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude, especially under these odd circumstances.”

“Nonsense, I think I should get to know the woman who’s having sex with my son.”

They both kind of laughed, but I was still stunned by everything that was happening. I had fucked my mom and a hot nurse and now we were all going to have dinner together. Stephanie helped me to the dining room table, since I was still in my casts, and then started to dress.

“Your shirt is all wet,” mom said, seeing her smock with my cum stains. She smiled a bit devilishly. “Why don’t we have some fun?”

Even after everything, those words still turned me on.

Mom ordered the pizza, and we all decided that Stephanie should answer the door naked when the pizza delivery guy came. So we sat around the table, me and Stephanie naked. Mom got us some drinks and unbuttoned her blouse to get more comfortable.

“You know, it’s not fair that I have to answer the door naked,” Stephanie said. “I think we should all be naked if I’m going to do that.”

Mom nodded. “Okay, that’s fair.”

Mom stripped and sat naked with us at the table. Being at the table naked with two naked women was starting to get me hard again. Of course, when they saw this they first thought maybe I was going to have a pain attack. Honestly, I didn’t think that would happen again, but I did enjoy the constant sex.

Just as Stephanie moved to my crotch, the doorbell rang. She stood and took a deep breath, and then excitedly hurried to the door with the money for the pizza. She glanced back at us, and then opened the door.

She gave a quick scream of embarrassment, and then hid behind the door. It wasn’t the pizza guy, it was the paperboy collecting money. We all had a good laugh, and the paperboy, who couldn’t be more than thirteen, froze at seeing a naked woman. Mom hurried to find her checkbook, and quickly wrote the paperboy a check, still in the nude. When she handed the check to him, she paused to give him a quick glance at her and then shut the door. She came back to the table laughing, Stephanie too, and they had to hold onto each other to keep from falling over. I thought I saw a hint of “friendly” touching between them, but I could have imagined it.

Just when we all calmed down, the doorbell rang again, and this time Stephanie looked through the peephole. She opened the door and bared herself fully to the pizza guy. He was dumbfounded, but had gone through the routine of delivering a pizza so many times that he took the pizza out of that big heating pouch they keep them in, handed it to Stephanie, and took the money all in one motion, still not saying anything. Stephanie winked at him and closed the door.

As we ate, we laughed about the expressions of the paperboy and the pizza guy. I myself was only eighteen, and we talked about how different I was now that I had fucked two women.

“You’ve gotten more pussy in these last few days than you know what to do with,” mom joked.

She knew she had slipped up when she mentioned these last few days. Who else could I have fucked since my accident other than her or Stephanie? There was an odd silence for a while.

“I guess you know now,” mom said finally to Stephanie.

“Actually,” Stephanie said, “I already knew. He told me.”

Mom glanced at me, and then realized that if Stephanie knew then she was obviously okay with it.

“So you don’t think I’m…?”

“Of course not. Besides, you did it for the good of your son. He was in pain.”

“I can’t justify the other times though. That was purely for the sex.”

Stephanie shrugged. “Who says you have to justify it? I mean, for fuck’s sake, a cock that big desperately needs attention.”

Mom smiled. “Yeah, it is pretty great.”

I blushed. As we were finishing the pizza, mom and Stephanie kept hinting at sex, and I figured that somehow I was going to get some tonight with both of them involved. Finally, Stephanie spoke up.

“You know, since you got to see me fuck your son,” she said, “I think I should get to see you two.”

Mom paused for a brief moment, but she was getting turned on by the thought, and she couldn’t help smiling.

“I suppose that’s fair,” she said. “You really want to watch us?”

“Yeah!” Stephanie said excitedly. “Fuck, I might join in.”

All of this talk was really getting me off, and the next thing I knew mom and Stephanie were helping me to mom’s bedroom. They laid me down on the bed after mom stripped the blankets off. I guess she didn’t want them soiled, and I had a feeling we were going to be doing a lot of soiling.

Mom immediately went for my cock with her hands. Her energy took me by surprise, especially when she started playing with my balls. She knew she was a little rough, but she never made it hurt. She stroked me while licking her lips, and I knew I was going to get her warm, wet mouth. She bent down and stuck her ass in the air while she went down on me. Stephanie got a great show of mom’s ass and pussy.

Stephanie herself was playing with herself, jilling off to the sight of mother and son playing. I couldn’t decide who to watch while mom sucked me. The sight of two hot women got me off quickly, and I grunted loudly, so Stephanie knew I was cumming.

Mom firmly gripped my shaft, and aimed my cock at Stephanie, who was sitting at the edge of the bed. My heavy spurts shot through the air and landed on her breasts and face. I released quite a bit of sperm, and Stephanie loved it. She rubbed it into her breasts, and then took my cock from my mom’s hand and licked me clean. Sucking my cock right after my mom seemed a bit intimate, which turned me on immensely. Mom reached out and touched Stephanie’s sperm-coated breast. Stephanie moaned and smiled.

Just when I couldn’t be any more aroused, my mom and my nurse were going to lez out right in front of me. At least I hoped.

“Hey, Stephanie,” I said. “Maybe you should show mom how you love snatch.”

Stephanie grinned wickedly, but mom was a bit embarrassed. But the situation eased her nerves, and after all she was already naked with Stephanie and they had both sucked me off.

“Do you want to do that?” mom asked her.

Stephanie answered by hungrily flipping mom over on her back and diving into her crotch. Seeing Stephanie’s tongue slide out of her mouth and slowly lick up mom’s pussy lips made my cock twitch. I started stroking my length while watching Stephanie eat mom out. I had already cum quite a bit today, but I was confident in my virility and I wanted to surprise them with another cumshot. I really began jerking my meat, hoping that I could cum right as mom did.

But Stephanie was too good, and mom came in about two minutes. And Stephanie didn’t give up there, she kept going. I touched mom’s tits and gently fondled them, which sent her off again. Mom’s orgasms were helping my own orgasm along, and finally I felt the orgasmic tingling in my dick. I aimed for Stephanie’s hair, where I fired two strong shots. I watched my cum run down her head while I shot the rest of my cum over the two of them.

Stephanie stopped eating mom and gave her a long french kiss.

“Now I want to see you two fuck,” she said.

Mom obliged by having my lay on my back, which I was glad to do after cumming twice. She hovered over me and aimed my cock for her pussy. She rubbed the head on her pussy lips, and slowly sunk down on me. I savored the feeling of her warm body enveloping me. I could actually go all the way in her, which I didn’t think was possible. Stephanie was frigging her pussy while she watched. She gently stroked my balls while I fucked mom, then she would rub mom’s clit. Mom had an orgasm not long after she started humping me. I wasn’t going to cum for a long time, so Stephanie and mom alternated fucking me, each having an orgasm and then switching. They each must have cum about five times before I felt even close to cumming.

Eventually they were getting tired, but I had to cum just one last time. Mom was riding me when it hit. I help her hips tightly, pressing her against me as hard as I could. I felt the tip of my cock touch her womb, and realized I had filled her up completely. Stephanie could tell by my face I was going to cum, and the gently held my balls while she passionately kissed mom.

I cried out and came. I came hard, especially considering how many orgasms I just had. And the volume of my sperm did not decrease with each orgasm. I fired the first spurt like a rocket inside of her. I felt it bounce off her walls and trail down my cock. As I kept filling mom with cum, it started to leak out of her pussy. The more I came, the more it squirted out of her. Stephanie gently touched my chest while I finished. Cum was everywhere, all over us and the bed. Stephanie took my dick in her hand as I withdrew from mom and sucked it clean once again.

The three of us lay there in bed and eventually fell asleep. When I woke up mom and Stephanie were talking and touching each other in a very “friendly” way. Apparently this was not the end of our fucking.

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