Stories by Wayne C. Rogers

Cuckold Story: The Essence of Love, part 2

I knocked on the partially closed door and heard the sound of Carolyn's voice telling me to come in. Pushing the door open with my foot, I entered the room and saw my wife sitting on the end of her bed. She sat there in her slip, leaning back with legs crossed, as a naked Jonathan knelt in front of her and passionately kissed her left foot. I caught a brief glimpse of her stocking tops as I walked across the room and put everything down on her dresser bureau.

"Pour me a glass of wine, darling," Carolyn said to me.

I took the bottle out of the bucket and poured my wife a glass of wine. Replacing the bottle back inside the bucket of ice, I carried the glass over to her. She took the glass from me and sipped at the chilled wine, her eyes never leaving my face.

"Kiss me," she ordered.

I bent down, put my hand behind her head, and pulled her close to me. I kissed her softly on the lips. To my surprise, the kiss quickly turned into something more passionate and erotic. I heard Carolyn moan with pleasure as our tongues probed each other's mouths. I could feel myself becoming sexually aroused and wondered what my wife was up to.

When Carolyn finally broke off the kiss, she stared up at me for a moment with a smile of delight on her face. She then glanced down at Jonathan and the smile grew bigger. I turned to see what she was looking at. Her lover was still on his knees, kissing her foot like a true submissive. What I hadn't noticed before was that he had a huge erection jutting out before him. I found myself both impressed and intimidated by the sheer size of his sexual organ, suddenly understanding why my wife was hoping for a long-term relationship with this gentleman. I also understood why she'd ordered me to kiss her in front of her nude lover. Carolyn had wanted me to see the size of Jonathan's erection, knowing the psychological affect it would have. She knew, as only a woman can, that when I returned to my bedroom, it would be impossible for me not to picture his large penis penetrating her vulva, filling her completely, carrying her to a new level of sexual abandonment that I'd only dreamed about. There were few things that could make me feel more submissive or insecure than knowing just how much sexual pleasure another man was giving my wife. As her husband and slave, it was a humiliation that I was required to bear.

"You may go," Carolyn said.

I looked at her and saw the recognition of my plight in her eyes. She offered me a gentle smile to lighten the pain I was experiencing as a cuckolded husband. Standing back up, I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me.

I went back downstairs and got a glass of milk and a box of Famous Amos cookies. I carried the snack back up to my room and sat down in front of the computer to start on the rewrite. I wrote for nearly thirty minutes, smoothing out the sentence structure and making corrections as I came across them.

It was the sound of my wife and Jonathan making love that finally caused me to stop writing. Carolyn's bedroom was only twenty feet down the hall from mine and the walls were thin. I'd also left my bedroom door open. Since my wife was extremely passionate and vocal during sex, it came as no surprise that I'd be able to hear her from my room. I got up from the desk and stepped out into the hallway where the sounds of their lovemaking were more audible. I could actually hear Jonathan grunting with effort as he drove his manhood repeatedly into my wife. It wasn't long before she had her first orgasm. Her voice rose to a fever pitch as she cried out in wild ecstasy. I couldn't stop myself from picturing Jonathan on top of my wife, driving into her with long, deep thrusts as his buttocks pumped up and down. I could see Carolyn's stocking-covered legs wrapped tightly around his lower back. I could hear her voice as she whispered to him not to hold back…to let it happen…to cum inside of her. Jonathan's ejaculation would be hard and powerful. His sperm would fill my wife's womb to capacity.

It put me in an acute state of sexual heat.

Turning around, I left the door open as I went back into my room. I switched off the light and lay down on the bed. I could still hear them quite vividly from where I was.

The hours passed.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning when Jonathan finally left. I was a little surprised by his departure. I'd actually expected him to spend the night with my wife. I listened as they walked down the staircase, talking softly to one another. The front door was opened, then a minute of silence followed before it was closed. I pictured them kissing and saying goodnight…their hands lingering for a few seconds on the body of the other. I held my breath as Carolyn came back up the steps. I was filled with avid anticipation. She entered my bedroom and stood just inside the doorway, looking quietly at me. I could see that she had a robe on.

"Do you want to sleep with me?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

As I got off the bed and began to remove my clothes, Carolyn turned around and went back to her room. I followed her a minute later. The lights were off in the master bedroom. Still, I could see my wife snuggled up under the covers of her bed. I climbed into the bed beside her, feeling the wet sheets beneath me, and placed my left arm around her stomach. She quickly turned over and pressed up against my body. I could sense the urgency in her as she kissed me hard on the mouth. Jonathan had brought my wife to a number of orgasms, but she still wasn't completely satisfied. There was a need in her that only I could fulfill and I knew exactly what it was.

Pulling the covers aside, Carolyn took my head and slowly pushed it down to the junction of her body. Her legs parted for me. She guided me to the source of her power, arching her pelvis upward as I lowered my mouth to her mons veneris. I could smell the muskiness of recent sex. I kissed her pelvic bone and ran my tongue lightly over the pubic area. I unexpectedly felt her hand pressing down on my head, urging me to go lower, to please her in a way that only a slave could. I moved downward and pressed my mouth to the lips of her labia, spreading them apart with my tongue, pushing inward as I searched for her clitoris. I could already taste the semen of her lover.

There was a lot of it.

I located Carolyn's tiny bud of rapture and began to focus all of my attention on stimulating her with the tip of my tongue. She loved having me go down on her after making love with another man. My willingness to do it strengthened her position as Mistress of the house. It also demonstrated my eagerness to please her in whatever way was demanded, proving that I not only loved her, but that I wanted to be her slave in every sense of the word.

"Can you taste him?" Carolyn asked as she pressed her body hard against my face.

"Yes," I muttered.

"Good," she said.

Burying my face back into the wet vortex of her womanhood, I began to once again lick her clitoris. I could feel her thighs gripping the sides of my head, holding me firmly in place so that I couldn't escape. The hand on the back of my head increased its pressure. Her pelvis began to grind against my mouth with an insistence that demanded total satisfaction.

"Yes," she moaned. "That's it!" 

I needed no encouragement with what I was doing. I knew Carolyn and what she enjoyed. Jonathan might be well endowed, but I was an expert in orally servicing my wife, pleasing her for hours at a time with my tongue, causing her to have numerous orgasms that were as powerful as the ones she had during intercourse. I did this with no thought toward my own gratification. I was a slave to my Mistress and this was one of the ways that I showed my devotion to her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," she cried out, now gripping my head with both hands, holding me solidly in position so that I couldn't move until the ecstatic waves of pleasure coursing through her body ended their shivering journey.

When the first orgasm gradually faded away, she rolled me over onto my back and straddled my face, riding my tongue to a second orgasm of hot intensity. We stared into each other's eyes as her pelvis ground into my mouth with a force that was almost frightening. For the next hour, I continued to service Carolyn with my tongue, bringing her to several more explosive orgasms. When she was finally satisfied with my performance as a slave, not to mention worn out, we snuggled into each other's arms and waited for sleep to overtake us.

"You know that I'll never love another man as much I do you," she whispered to me in the darkness of the bedroom.

"Yes," I said.

"I can see us growing old together."

"So can I."

"Don't ever worry about one of my lovers taking me away from you," Carolyn stated with utter conviction. "It will never happen. You're the most important person in my life and no matter how badly I treat you, it's always done with love."

"I know," I said.

Carolyn turned over with her back to me, and I pressed up against her like a spoon, gently wrapping my arm around her body and kissing her tenderly on the bare shoulder. Sleep finally arrived and we drifted slowly into the realm of dreamtime, conscious only of our pure love for each other.

Cuckold Story, part 3