Being Cuckolded #65 Cucking Resumed
I could hear bulls car pulling onto the drive, it was early and he was eager to fuck my wife. 6 weeks had passed since he last visited, through an unfortunate circumstance my wife put cucking on hold until it was sorted. Finally, Friday evening I phoned him to inform him my wife was available again. He was here the following morning, he couldn't wait apparently.
I sat at the kitchen table with my coffee, I didn't need to look, I knew the familiar sound of his car by now. I shouted up to my wife that he was here. Moments later he was banging on the door, there was a doorbell but he never seemed to use it. My wife came down the stairs in her bathrobe, a thin peach silky thing.
I had barely opened the door a crack when his hand appeared on the door pushing it faster. Within seconds he was inside, he didn't acknowledge me save to push past me and take hold of my wife as she came to greet him. They kissed passionately as his hands pawed over her body. I closed the door to the sounds of him growling into her mouth.
I followed them into the lounge as they kissed and bull continued groping her body. His hands sliding over the soft silk, squeezing her beautiful curves. My wife giggled "miss me?" she asks rubbing the obvious bulge in his trousers. "Oh my, you did!" she speaks coyly. I shaved her smooth last night before bed, knowing bulls requirements, my wife was no doubt wet for him.
It was strange how it had been 6 weeks and I was feeling sorry for both of them. While I throbbed within my steel cage, almost two years for me. A strange numb ache, I had leaked in my sleep a few times but had no conscious relief for so long. Without waiting for instruction I pulled my cage out and let it hang limp and lifeless between my legs, a symbol of my inferiority, a way to remind everyone I was no competition.
Bull had positioned my wife in front of him, facing toward where I sat on the carpet. He stood behind her, then undone the thin silk ribbon holding my wife's robe together. His hands now touching her soft exposed body, her nipples being pinched between his fingers as he cupped her breasts and nibbled at my wife's bare neck.She gently sighed in appreciation at his touch, rubbing her bottom against his crotch and letting him have her how he wanted.
Then he forced her down over the arm of the sofa, pressing his bulging crotch against her exposed pussy. He growled again before unzipping his flies, his thick, hard dick bobbing up proudly above my wife's buttocks. Brushing her robe up over her back, he caressed her bottom with a few playful slaps. "Been too long" he lamented.
How I longed to be in his position right now, I watched him thrust deeply into my wife's soft, warm wetness. There was a momentary discomfort on my wife's face as he sank all the way inside. Perhaps she was unused to his size after so long untouched. Bull took her forcefully, trapping her against the arm of the sofa, she could only take him. It was lustful eagerness, a determination to fill my wife.
My gaze drifted from her rippling buttocks responding to his thrusts, over the curve of her spine to bulls hands pressing firmly on her back, down to her face, mouth gaping open, brow furrowed in strain as Bull pounded into her. He was fucking my wife so aggressively, determined to be deep inside her, determined to make her his.
It was over quicker than usual, perhaps the eagerness and the time spent apart. With a grunt of satisfaction bull pumped deep inside my wife. It was delivered with force, his hips smacked against my wife's bottom again and again until he was sated. Still gasping he looked over at me, his face turned to a look of approval. He was still the man, his woman was still my wife and I was still his cuck.
Shortly after Bull and my wife went up to our bedroom, now that he had resumed his role he took his time to satisfy my wife with a slower, more intimate fucking. I wasn't invited to that though, I was a lucky cuck to witness the first time, now I sat quietly downstairs on the floor, desperately listening for every satisfied moan.
I sat at the kitchen table with my coffee, I didn't need to look, I knew the familiar sound of his car by now. I shouted up to my wife that he was here. Moments later he was banging on the door, there was a doorbell but he never seemed to use it. My wife came down the stairs in her bathrobe, a thin peach silky thing.
I had barely opened the door a crack when his hand appeared on the door pushing it faster. Within seconds he was inside, he didn't acknowledge me save to push past me and take hold of my wife as she came to greet him. They kissed passionately as his hands pawed over her body. I closed the door to the sounds of him growling into her mouth.
I followed them into the lounge as they kissed and bull continued groping her body. His hands sliding over the soft silk, squeezing her beautiful curves. My wife giggled "miss me?" she asks rubbing the obvious bulge in his trousers. "Oh my, you did!" she speaks coyly. I shaved her smooth last night before bed, knowing bulls requirements, my wife was no doubt wet for him.
It was strange how it had been 6 weeks and I was feeling sorry for both of them. While I throbbed within my steel cage, almost two years for me. A strange numb ache, I had leaked in my sleep a few times but had no conscious relief for so long. Without waiting for instruction I pulled my cage out and let it hang limp and lifeless between my legs, a symbol of my inferiority, a way to remind everyone I was no competition.
Bull had positioned my wife in front of him, facing toward where I sat on the carpet. He stood behind her, then undone the thin silk ribbon holding my wife's robe together. His hands now touching her soft exposed body, her nipples being pinched between his fingers as he cupped her breasts and nibbled at my wife's bare neck.She gently sighed in appreciation at his touch, rubbing her bottom against his crotch and letting him have her how he wanted.
Then he forced her down over the arm of the sofa, pressing his bulging crotch against her exposed pussy. He growled again before unzipping his flies, his thick, hard dick bobbing up proudly above my wife's buttocks. Brushing her robe up over her back, he caressed her bottom with a few playful slaps. "Been too long" he lamented.
How I longed to be in his position right now, I watched him thrust deeply into my wife's soft, warm wetness. There was a momentary discomfort on my wife's face as he sank all the way inside. Perhaps she was unused to his size after so long untouched. Bull took her forcefully, trapping her against the arm of the sofa, she could only take him. It was lustful eagerness, a determination to fill my wife.
My gaze drifted from her rippling buttocks responding to his thrusts, over the curve of her spine to bulls hands pressing firmly on her back, down to her face, mouth gaping open, brow furrowed in strain as Bull pounded into her. He was fucking my wife so aggressively, determined to be deep inside her, determined to make her his.
It was over quicker than usual, perhaps the eagerness and the time spent apart. With a grunt of satisfaction bull pumped deep inside my wife. It was delivered with force, his hips smacked against my wife's bottom again and again until he was sated. Still gasping he looked over at me, his face turned to a look of approval. He was still the man, his woman was still my wife and I was still his cuck.
Shortly after Bull and my wife went up to our bedroom, now that he had resumed his role he took his time to satisfy my wife with a slower, more intimate fucking. I wasn't invited to that though, I was a lucky cuck to witness the first time, now I sat quietly downstairs on the floor, desperately listening for every satisfied moan.
8 years ago
