CUCKOLD STORIES

Cuckold Stories

Sonia then picked me up and carried me to her bedroom. My mother in law was sitting in the room as well. Sonia told me to take my clothes off. I slowly took them off quietly in front of the two gorgeous ladies. There I was standing naked in front of my wife and MIL waiting for my cock cage to be taken off. Instead she took out my buttplug and told me,” Minny get ready to lose your virginity”. I didn't fully understand what she meant and I meekly asked “Sonia wont you open my cage tonight”. Sonia and my MIL started giggling and Sonia said” Oh my little husband, I don’t think you will need your little dick tonight”. Sonia then climbed from our bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I lay there waiting, heart pounding, nervous as a bride on her wedding night. Eventually Sonia returned wearing a leather harness and a very life-like strapon dildo. It had to be a good 6" long, almost  twice the size of my own little penis, and artfully designed with veins and testicles so that it bobbed and moved between her legs like the real thing. Sonia then said," There, there, my blushing little bride, don't look so frightened. I know it's going to hurt the first time, but I promise you that in a few weeks you will be begging me to make love to you. Now, spread your legs and lift your knees to your chest." Trembling in fear, I did as told, feeling frightfully exposed. My MIL tied my hands to the head of the bed and I was completely under their control. Sonia then climbed up onto the bed between my outstretched thighs.“ My darling Minny," she said softly as she positioned herself, looking down at me, "you look so beautiful like this, so timid, so vulnerable. Don't be frightened. It will all be over soon enough my love."

Sonia knelt between my legs, placing the well-lubricated head of her lifelike dildo at my opening. With her hands gripping my ankles, pushing them back toward the headboard, she raised my bottom to meet her phallus. I whimpered as the head pressed against my anus. Then without warning, she rammed her hips forward, taking me in one quick and painful thrust. I cried out shrilly in pain and surprise. Just one thrust, and she completely took my breath away. I lay there gasping for air in short quick gasps. I thought she was going to be gentle!? "It hurts!" I wailed. My insides were ripped apart and burning. Her penis felt like a man's fist shoved inside me. Although the butt plug had prepared me for this, but the strap on dildo was just too big for me. Sonia’s eyes flamed with lust as she watched me squirm and bleat like a slaughtered lamb upon the altar before her. She placed my ankles over her shoulders and leaned forward and kissed me passionately. "There, there, little Minny I'll give you a minute to recover. Don't worry. It hurts at first, but I promise you that you're going to enjoy this almost as much as I do." "I thought you said you were going to be gentle," I cried, tears in my eyes. "I want you to feel some pain my love. I want you to know how a real woman feels when her husband tears away her most sacred virginity. I want you to remember this; your first time and I want you to remember me. Your first time." She kissed my lips tenderly. "It's okay. I promise you, from now on, I will go slow."

Sonia rested against me for a minute, allowing me to catch my breath. A tear slid down my face. She kissed it away, covering my face with soft, fluttering kisses. Then carefully, skillfully, she began to raise and lower her hips, easing her plastic extension in and out of me in long, deep thrusts. At first it was excruciatingly painful, and I cried piteously. As she made love to me, Sonia rose and lowered my ankles, tilting my hips, and listening to cries. Finally, she found my sensitive prostate gland with the blunt knob of her phallus. When she did, I let out a surprised moan of pure pleasure. Between half closed lids, I saw her... grinning down at me. "I think I found the spot," she whispered as she and my MIL smiled. Her hips undulated like a dancer and she began to thrust faster and faster. Her strapon slid back and forth across my sensitive little cherry till I was groaning loudly and uncontrollably.

"That's it my pet, didn't I tell you this would give you some relief?"

I thrashed about beneath her like a fish on a hook, torn between pain and pleasure. My poor little peanut tried to lift his head, and was strangled by the straps of my chastity belt, such exquisite bondage. Never had I ever experienced pleasure like this before. It was mortifying to be used such a way by a woman, especially such a beautiful woman as Sonia, whom I loved and adored totally and without reservation.

Sonia impaled me deeply, grinding the soaking wet folds of her clitoris back and forth against the base of her phallus. "Oh God, I'm close," she gasped. She thrust hard against the base, eliciting from me a high-pitched cry of both joy and frustration, just enough to trigger her orgasm. Her body shook and jerked like a puppet on its strings, as she let out a loud, satisfied roar of release. After she finished shaking and twitching, as the last electric impulses faded away her gorgeous, voluptuous body fell like a mighty oak, landing on the pillow beside me. As she did so, the strapon was ripped from my body, leaving me empty and groaning in throbbing frustration. For a few minutes she lay there, catching her breath. Her breasts and belly shone in the candle light with a sheen of clean sweat.

Sonia had kept me on the edge of orgasm, but without the final release, all of which conspired to make me more horny and frustrated than ever. I turned away from her, and buried my face in my pillow, sobbing. "There, there, my little Minny," she said. She snuggled up behind me, still wearing her greasy stapon, which pressed against my bottom, a dull reminder of where it has just been. "Why are you crying?" I turned to face her, wiping away my tears. She pulled me into her arms and kissed my sweat soaked hair. My face nuzzled her neck. "I haven't cum in so long. Please Sonia, please, I'm begging you to take it off me.I will go crazy if I don’t cum!" Sonia chuckled, "But my sissy husband, you did cum. See?" Her fingers massaged my flaccid, restrained, numb penis, and played in a puddle of goo on my tummy. "You came a lot, I just milked you”. I didn't know it then, but in the days and weeks ahead, as Sonia continued to make love to me, I realized that the pressure of the strapon pressing against my prostate forced the semen out of me. But because my little penis was restrained, I was not able to experience a normal male response. It was an orgasm, without ejaculation. I quietly asked her,” Sonia wont I ever make love to you”? Sonia chuckled and replied,” Oh cmon little Minny, you must learn to put those old-fashioned notions out of your head. Your little thing down there can never give me any pleasure. Your tongue will do the work of your penis. So if you want to stay with me, you might as well just give in and get used to this. You'll never make love to me like a man. It's never going to happen. If anyone is going to penetrate anyone in this relationship, it'll be me, making love to you. But I promise you this; I'll make love to you with the strapon whenever you want. All you have to do is ask."

After this Sonia told me to lick her pussy or little flower as she called it. I immediately went down and started licking my wife’s wet pussy. I licked her hard till she came and after that she slowly drifted off to sleep. Flashes of Sonia fucking me kept on coming to my head and I slowly went off to sleep at around 4. I awoke early next morning hearing the doorbell. I put my clothes on and opened the door, it was Ramesh. I was very sore after the hard fucking I received last night and was limping. Ramesh noticed it and said,” Oh little Minny, you must have had a rough first night yesterday, I know Sonia is never gentle with her subs on the first night”. Saying this he went upstairs and instructed me to make coffee for them. After a while they went to office and I got busy with the housework. The first few weeks of marriage was the same, after coming home from office she would fuck me and then I would have to suck her off. Sonia didn’t take off my cage for the first two months of our marriage. Only after that did she take the cage off for a few minutes and gave me a handjob. I had been locked for so long that I came in less than a minute. Sonia locked me up again without any indication when she would open it up again. As the days went by Sonia made more rules for me and she became very strict. She would punish me for minor mistakes. Sonia bought many more sex toys for me, she bought gags, cuffs, dildoes and more strapons.

So this is the new life I have entered. I love Sonia very much and would do anything for her. Everyone is happy with me, my mom, dad, MIL, Ramesh and most importantly Sonia. I can now call myself a perfect househusband. This is it for now. I will write about future happenings in my next story, till then bye.

We enjoy going to the local gay bars to watch the male review dancers from time to time. These guys are always hot, young, and buff. We went to one last night and it turned into a hotwife adventure. It is our experience that a lot (if not all) of the male dancers are bisexual. They may be there that night to dance for mostly gay men, but at some bars featuring a male dancer night, there is also a sprinkling of females or a small bachelorette group. After they dance and strip to their sheer underwear, they circulate through the patrons and flirt with both sexes, collecting tips as they move from group to group. Or should I say grope to grope. It is common at some venues that you can reach into the dancer’s skin-tight briefs and check out his package. Or he may pull out his waistband to give you a peek. As a bi man myself, I enjoy this aspect of the show and as a husband of a hotwife, I enjoy watching Beany checking out the dude’s bod up close, and seeing her get groped by him.

One thing I like to think about from time to time is Beany with another guy when I am not there. Since all our hotwife adventures have been as MFM threesomes since we met, the only times I have experienced the titillation of knowing my wife was alone with another man, has been when I have gone to the bathroom, leaving them alone for a few moments. I have always enjoyed lingering for awhile, imagining what they might be doing while I am gone. Are they in the 69 position? Is she riding him slowly? Is he grabbing her hair and sliding his cock in her mouth? My imagination starts to go wild and I just have to see. So I slowly and quietly enter the room again and savor the discovery. I have to admit the thought of her having sex with another guy when I am not around at all, and then telling me what happened, is something I find hot. I have been kind of exploring opportunities in my mind how this might happen. It seems that she may have to recruit someone that she would be comfortable with, as I provide encouragement. Last night she mentioned someone we know, a black man she used to work with who now works in a different area, who she could be comfortable with and she enjoys his company. He might be a difficult prospect because of his moral principles, but don’t ever underestimate the animal magnetism of Beany’s sensuality.

But I digress. We got there a little early and found a table near the stage. I needed to take a leak and missed the main men’s restroom, ending up in the handicap bathroom that also was being used as a storage closet. I came back to the table smiling and told her the story of the little bathroom crammed full of folding chairs, boxes, brooms, etc. She said she was going to go find the women’s restroom. At that time there were about 20-25 male patrons at the bar. She was the only female. When she came back to our table, she was also smiling broadly. I expected her to tell me of a similar cluttered bathroom that the gay bar provided for women. However, she had found the main restrooms (which were quite swanky) and after peeing and while washing her hands, the three male dancers had entered the women’s room to use as a dressing room. They all exchanged greetings and introduced themselves to her. I must say her restroom story was a lot better than mine. And the next two times she went to the restroom last night, she had another story to share about Don, one of the dancers.

Don did his first dance, revealing his fat cock straining against his tight briefs towards the end. He began circulating through the crowd, which was starting to fill the small bar. After hearing about Beany meeting the dancers in the restroom, I suggested to her that it would be hot if she cuckolded me with one of them while she was using the women’s restroom. We bantered about the idea and joked about it, entertaining ourselves. Soon the third dancer was getting up to do his dance. By this time Don had swung by our table, stopping by me first, rubbing up against me like a cat. I mentioned that I had heard he had met Beany in the restroom already. He was all smiles about it. I asked him if he could use her back there as a fluffer and he said that it sounded great. He went around to Beany’s side of the table while I told her that he would like her as a fluffer. Don was encouraging her to go back there when he would be there. He told her he "would love to slide his cock down her throat" as he pulled away his waistband, revealing to her his turgid meat. After Don left our table I started telling Beany how hot that would be. I just thought that this was an opportunity for an adventure that we couldn’t let slip by. As we watched Don finish his walk-through of the crowd and disappear back towards the women’s restroom, Beany was being a little shy and I had to tell her to go and "Do it" about five times. She slipped off the barstool and said, "What are the limits?" I said, "There are no limits." Then she disappeared to the restroom for what seemed a very long visit. Meanwhile, the second dancer, Johnny, had come by our table. I told him how I had heard that he had met Beany in the restroom, that she had offered to be a fluffer. He was amused, and I told him that she had gone to the restroom again and I thought she might be with Don. He said that would be great timing because he was next up to dance. As Johnny continued to work the crowd, Beany returned to the table and immediately gave me a deep kiss. It tasted like cum. That was so very hot!

Now it is her turn to tell the story in details that only she knows. On our way home she surprised me with a few details of the third time she went to the bathroom. But now, the evening from Beany’s perspective…

Seeing the guys in the ladies room wasn’t the first time I’d seen guys in ladies rooms at gay bars. Usually, it’s the drag queens that often host the shows though. There weren’t any of them at the place we went to last night. We had seen Don arriving earlier with a small suitcase, and I saw it sitting near the door on the floor when I went in to go pee. I was a bit surprised though that less than a minute after he’d walked in and introduced himself that the other two popped in the door as well. As Cecil said, I am a bit shy, but not too much. I smiled and shook hands all around, and after commenting that this was indeed the most private place in the bar, said, "Well, I’ll see you guys soon."

Yes, it was a lot better than Cecil’s trip to the broom closet.

But the second trip was much more interesting.

I didn’t see Don when I first walked in, and kind of had to pee again (caffeine in the drinks), so went into one of the stalls. Soon, I heard a voice asking where I was. After I was done, and had washed my hands, Don directed me to the large handicapped stall. We went to the back corner, and I got down to my knees. He pulled down his black cotton boxer briefs, and his mostly hard cock sprung out in front of my face. I grasped it loosely with one hand, and looked up at him and smiled. Then I licked my lips, and licked the side of the head of his cock slowly. After swirling my tongue to get it wet, I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked it in. My other hand came up to cup his balls and feel them while the other stroked his shaft. Slowly, I began sucking more and more of him into my mouth as he rapidly got harder and harder. He stroked my hair as I blew him, and fondled one of my breasts, commenting on how he liked them. It didn’t seem long to me before he asked if he could cum in my mouth, and then not long after I mumbled my assent around him that I began to feel his cock spasm as he pumped out his load. I let it run out onto my chest, coating my lips heavily. We exited the stall, and he got dressed for his next dance, while I went to join Cecil.

Coming back to the table, I went up to Cecil with Don’s cum still on my lips and kissed him deeply, making sure that he was tasting the treat I’d gathered for him…

Now again from Cecil... Beany was giving me an unusually deep kiss. I knew something was up because such hetero passion is not usually approriate in a gay bar. I detected a taste that was somewhat different than the Bacardi and Red Bulls we had been drinking. I asked her if that was cum and she smiled and nodded yes. Then Beany told me some had dripped on her chest when she let it run over her lips. She said I could lick it off later. I asked,"Your chest?" Beany said, "I took my shirt off and had one of my breasts out of my bra." (The next day telltale cum spray was found on one cup of her sheer bra.) The third stripper, Evan, was now making the rounds in the crowd and soon stopped by our table. He stopped by Beany first, and she told me later that she’d told him that we are both bi. After groping her for a bit, he came over to me and groped me all over and rubbing himself on me, getting slightly crazy like he was going to pull my legs in the air. We all laughed and I told him that Beany had been working as a fluffer for Don. He slipped over to her side of the table and gave her another feel up while she checked out his cut musculature and nice bulge.

It would soon be time to leave and I went back to the restroom again, passing the women’s restroom and imagining the action that had been taking place. When I returned to our table, Beany said she needed to go to the restroom, also. Johnny was taking his turn to dance again, and I didn’t notice that Don had finished circulating about, and he probably was keeping an eye out for Beany.

Now again from Beany…

I wasn’t really expecting to see Don in the restroom this time, but there he was. I used the facilities again, and Don was waiting by the sink. After I washed my hands, he handed me a towel to dry off, and took me down to the big handicap stall again. He wanted to see my pussy, so I slid my jeans and panties down. Don guided me to bend over so he could see from behind, and then he slipped a finger inside for a moment. There were a couple of other women who had arrived over the course of the evening, and I think he was just a little nervous about someone else coming into the bathroom. He commented on how nice he found my pretty privates, and I pulled my jeans up and left while he dressed for his next set.

When Don came out of the bathroom, he pressed a piece of paper with his phone number on it into my hand, and said, "Use it." Hmmm…… yes….. I think we will.