Erotic stories, cuckold, I love my job. I’m one of those lucky ones who gets paid for something they enjoy doing. Nice work if you can get it… and believe me… I can.
Take this as a case in point…
It was just a neat, respectable suburban street, neatly lined with acacia trees, but nothing out the ordinary in stockbroker belt land. The cars in the drives of the mainly detached houses were Beamers, Mercs, the odd Lexus and the ubiquitous 4×4.
The couple let me in. After a few pleasantries and a brief chat about what they wanted and what I did and what it was going to cost them, we had a drink to loosen us all up. I didn’t come cheap neither — or maybe that should be “cum” cheap. Well I’ve got one of those nice little Porsche Boxter jobs to maintain. Well, I’m a good-looking guy on the up, so I like to treat myself now and again. I’m only 28 so I’ve got time on my side, you know, like I figured on making a few bob at this lark then maybe move into property (yeah, I know it’s a fucking pun!) in a couple of years.
Perhaps I ought to explain. I suppose you might call me a gigolo of sorts, but my speciality is cuckolding the husband. Don’t ask me? Why this should get the rocks off some couples and blokes in particular beats me. The bloke seems to enjoy being humiliated, seeing some other guy fuck his wife, and the wife seems to enjoy ramming it right down his throat (yeah, I know), you know, like they seem to be really turned on by being fucked in front of their pathetic little hubbies.
Anyways up, there was nothing spectacular about these two, other than that they were loaded. But then everyone in this street was. The guy was a bit of a mouse, kind of scared of his own bleedin’ shadow. His missus was taller than he was, good-looking, blonde, nice legs too. Bit on the flat side, but hey..! I was getting paid, right? A job’s a job. She had class though, what you might call sophisticated. But I kind of got the impression she was more up for it than he was. Well, it happens occasionally.
“So Mrs Hunt, you’d like to be ravished in front of your husband, would you?”
“Please, call me Melanie.”
They looked at each other and smiled. Well, that was okay then. I reckon we were on for a good night.
Now what they were after was dressing hubby up in women’s clothes and tying him to a chair. Then me and his missus was meant to humiliate him, you know, like calling him ‘limp dick’, ‘useless fucking wanker’, that sort of thing. Then I was to fuck the arse off his beloved right in front of him. As I said, don’t ask me, right? I’m only here to do the job.
So we dressed him up in ladies clothes – hers, including her frilly underwear, all bleedin’ Janet Raeger stuff too. We made him wear a bra complete with falsies. Once we’d put the lippy on and the make-up and the blonde wig he looked quite fetching, a nice-looking sissy. I tell you, he looked real good once we finished with him, almost gave me a hard-on. No… only joking. We tied him to a straight-back chair in the centre of the room using some old pairs of tights. Then Melanie took her drawers off, stepping out of them with a nice little shimmy, and started teasing him, making him sniff them (that really made me laugh) and then gagging him with them. We gave him some shit about his little cock, not that he was too badly off in that department, it’s just that he wanted us to. So we told him his useless little dick was only good for pee-holes, plus we start making fun of his crap performances in the bedroom. Melanie really lays into him… “You useless prick, Mike. You can never get it right up and when you do, I can’t feel anything. You’ve never made me cum. I always have to do it myself.”
I gave her a little clap, cos it was such a good performance. I tell you, she was a right little actress, old Melanie. Poor chap, it was such a shame. But it kind of turned me on as well hearing her give him shit while he squirmed about in that chair.
I started undressing Melanie slowly and methodically in front of him. This was one thing I was really good at, undressing a woman. No fumble fingers. No way! I made sure he watched me taking liberties with her body, feeling her tits and arse, fingering her lovely cunny which was all lovely and sticky by now, starting to get nice and slick. I made her lie back on the floor in front of him, and to draw her knees up towards her waist with her legs apart. I arranged a cushion under her arse so that with the extra angle of elevation we could both see her lovely hairy pussy (not a real blonde though) and arsehole at the same time. Lovely! I parted her lips and moved to the side so that her husband could get a good view of me fingering her wet pussy. He squirmed around again and I felt my knob twitch. I swear it.
Then it was my turn to undress and show him what a real cock was like… eight and a half inches of blue-veined, ivory gristle. I posed in front of him, tormenting him with it, squeezing it to make it look bigger.
After a while I tucked my hand inside his panties and played with his cock, teasing him, continually ridiculing him about his lack of manhood. He became fully erect in my hand. He was visibly embarrassed about it, but he couldn’t help his hard-on while I played with him. That pleased me greatly. I considered wanking him off in front of Melanie, but after only a couple of playful strokes, decided to leave him to his own devices and invention, which wasn’t much.
If I’m in the right mood and I like the look of a bloke I sometimes suck him off in front of his missus, particularly if he’s got an aversion to gays, just to increase his humiliation. The ladies love it. You’d be amazed how many women fantasize about their husband getting blown by another man. No matter how much the man is against it, I can always make him cum in the end. Sometimes I’ll share his cum with his missus in a big French kiss. But as I said, I got to be in the right mood.
She laughed and started fingering herself. I ordered her to kneel in front of me and suck me off. She didn’t need any encouragement to come to heel.
“You see, Mr Hunt,” I taunted, cruelly, “how your wife prefers a real man, not a sissy with a tiny prick like yours. She loves my cock, don’t you, honey?” She looked at me, all wide-eyed and cheeks bulging and nodded her approval.”
I would love to have cum in her mouth but I really wanted to save myself for her slippery pussy and her snug arsehole, so I stopped her and ordered her onto all fours facing hubby. Now I gave her a real good ball-slapping fuck, alternating between her cunt and arsehole.
“Look at us, Mr Hunt,” I gasped, trying to get my breath. “We’re having such a lovely time at your expense (money out of his wallet). Aren’t you pleased for us? Huff! I guess we feel sorry for you, but not enough to ruin our enjoyment. Your wife is a (puff!) sumptuous fuck, I promise you. It’s a shame for you, you can’t do (huff!) anything to stop us. Ah well, I suppose you’ll just have to grin and bare it. Watch carefully, though, you still might learn something. (huff, fucking puff!)”
And soon I was shooting my white pearls right up her arse while I masturbated her to a superb climax and hubby looked on. You know, something, I swear I saw tears in his eyes. Either that, or he was a bleedin’ good actor.
When it was all over he thanked me for giving Melanie such a good fucking… well, he did after Melanie squeezed his balls to remind him. Then we untied him.
“Let that be a lesson to you, old chum.” I said. “That’s how you should treat a lady. Now you really must try to be a good little sissy-boy in future, or we’ll have to do this all over again! Next time I may have to cane you. Six of the best if you don’t buck up!”
It never ceases to amaze me what a husband/wife will pay me to humiliate and cuckold him in his own home. What is it with these guys? Lucky I enjoy my work. I love fucking their wives in front of them, that’s the best part, while they look on all helpless and pathetic, it such a turn-on. And they always pay up, that’s another best part. Actually that’s even better than the other best part. “I’ve fucked your missus, now pay up, you bastard!” Be seeing you. Ho-hum!