CUCKOLD HUSBAND

Humiliated Cuckold Story

SECRETARY MADE ME A CUCKOLD, part 2

Part 3 - The Cuckolding

Despite having just cum for the second time that day, and being totally humiliated once more by my sexy secretary, Kirsty, albeit this time in front of my wife and her new black boyfriends, I found myself getting hard on the drive home as I thought of what those big black cocks would do to my petite wife, Jo.

I had a wank into my hand as soon as I got into the bedroom and, remembering Kirsty's orders, licked my cum from my hand. I felt so humiliated doing that, knowing that those two big studs would be fucking my wife like the whore she seemed to want to become. I drifted off to sleep and was only awoken by the sound of the telephone.

I squinted and looked at the clock - it was 11pm, two hours since I had returned home. "Hello?" I enquired. "Hi, wimp. It's Kirsty. Did you wank yourself off yet? Just the once, heh? I hope you sucked up the mess like I told you to, you little bitch? Good. I must say, your wife is one hot and horny little slut. We came back here a few minutes after you left and she was on her knees in the front room with a black cock in each hand, sucking from one to the other in less than two minutes, can you believe that?" I gulped - Jo had never in our three years of marriage and two years prior to that, sucked my cock. Yet, she was obliging two men she had known less than two hours with exactly that. "Anyway, they both came in her face at the same time. She really liked that. And some of the names they've been calling her? 'Adulterous slut', 'cocksucking whore', 'black stockinged bitch' - thing is, she really seems to get turned on by such abuse.

She's very vocal herself too. Loves begging those black studs to 'fuck her cunt' or 'cum in her face'. They've both fucked her now and cum in her pussy. It's well stretched. I shouldn't think your little worm will touch the sides now. Mind you, from what I can gather, she's not thinking of accommodating her husband in that way any more." "Why, what did she say?" I asked, craving the humiliation, my cock hard in my hand. "Well, just that you're a useless wimp with a pencil dick. That she's so glad she's been fucked by a real man at last. That she only wants black cock from now on and that her husband is only good for wanking himself off and becoming her slave. Yeah, that's right, 'a cuckolded slave' was what she said. At least she hasn't forgotten about you!"

I felt so horny and yet so humiliated by what my secretary was telling me, but strangely I wanted to know more - I was getting off on my sexy wife cuckolding me! "Where is she now?" I asked. "In the bedroom with Jim and John. As I came out to make this call, she was straddling Jim and was begging John to fuck her virgin arsehole at the same time. She's never let you stick it in her ass in five years and now here she is begging for it from an almost complete stranger? What a dirty fucking bitch! Would you like me to move closer to the bedroom so you can hear what they're doing to your slutty wife?"

I hoarsely moaned yes, gripping my cock to stop it from exploding. I could hear Kirsty walking up the stairs. I could hear cries getting closer and heard Jo's voice screaming out "Keep fucking my arse. Oh God, stick that big black cock all the way up my fucking arsehole!" I came instantly and let out a little groan. Kirsty picked up on the fact and immediately demanded that I eat my cum. "Suck it all up and swallow it just like your slutty wife did for her two big black studs!" She hung up after that telling me she would call back in the morning when my wife needed collecting from Kirsty's house.

It was nearly 3am when the call came. It was Kirsty again. "The bitch is ready for collection. God, she's been well fucked. She's full of their spunk in both holes, the dirty little hussy. Get here as soon as you can." I pulled up to Kirsty's drive and turned off my engine. I was about to get out of the car when the door opened and Kirsty held her hand out to tell me to stay in the car. She was still wearing the same outfit except her blouse was now open with no bra on, her tits covered in lovebites, her leather skirt was nearly round her waist exposing her lace stockings and suspenders, and almost her pussy.

She opened the front door fully and began to walk over to the car in her 6" high heeled shoes. Behind her, I saw a sight that I will never forget. In the hall, near the doorstep, my wife was in a squatting position on her 4" heels, still fully clothed but looking very bedraggled. Her hair was a mess, her blouse torn open exposing her tits, her skirt hitched round her waist and her fishnet stockings laddered. She had a black cock in each hand and was sucking Jim's cock. John's cock I noticed was maybe an inch smaller than Jim's 10" but equally as thick. I wound down the window as Kirsty approached. "Dirty little bitch just can't enough of that black meat!" she commented, leaning over to me.

I was glad it was 3am in the morning and thought it likely no one would be able to see what a slut my wife was. As Jo sucked from one cock to the other, fucking them with her mouth, Kirsty continued to tease and torment me. "See the panties she's wearing now? They're mine. She had to borrow them to stop your breakfast from leaking out of her pussy and arse! We came down 10 minutes ago to have a quick drink before she went and when she gets to the hallway after hearing your car, the dirty bitch just drops down to suck those cocks off again!" I wondered how many times Jim and John had cum that night, maybe 4 or 5? Either way the amount of spunk John was able to produce after Jim had cum in my wife's mouth, was a sight to behold.

He sprayed in her face, before wanking it off all over her tits. I could see bits in her hair and on her chin as she got up, said goodbye and thanked her studs for 'the best night of my life', and walked towards the car. She got in and the smell of cum hit me straight away. Without a second thought, she looked at me sternly and ordered: "Clean my face and tits of John's spunk. You've eaten your own worthless cum, now taste a real man's, cuckold!" She leaned over and pulled my head to hers.

I licked thick globs of sticky hot cum from her cheek and chin, before she pushed me down to her neck and tits to clean any residue she had there. "That's a good cuckold," she laughed, "plenty more of that for you when we get home!" We said goodbye to Kirsty who laughingly said to my wife that with her out of the way, she might be able to get some black cock herself! "She's a greedy little whore your wife. Mind you, after what she's had to put up with for the last 5 years, I think she's entitled to make up for lost time!"

When we arrived home we went straight to the bedroom. Jo made me strip off and laughed at my hard-on. "Fuck, you're not even half the man of Jim or John are you?" she ridiculed. She discarded her blouse and skirt, and ordered me to lie down on the bed. She straddled my face and slowly, very carefully, began to pull her silk panties to one side. A torrent of pungent creamy white spunk flowed from her cunt and she hurriedly sat on my face. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" she shouted. "Get down there wimp and clean up a real man's mess!" I was nearly choked on the flood of cum from her pussy but my cock was harder than ever as she berated me for being a pathetic cuckold clean-up boy.

Her pussy lips were red from the fucking she had been given and her hole was so much bigger than before. Kirsty was right - my little dick would never touch the sides! I licked and sucked her dry and then she raised herself slightly, chuckled and told me it was now time to do her arse. She turned round, facing my cock, digging her 4" heels into the bed and, telling me to keep my tongue out, brought her well fucked and spunk filled arsehole down onto my face. "Lick it, cuckold. Suck all that lovely spunk from your slutty wife's asshole!"

After a few minutes of frantic licking and sucking so that my face was covered in her lover's cum, she got onto all fours, brought her hands behind her to pull her ass cheeks apart, presenting me with a perfect view of her well fucked ringpiece. "Ream it, faggot. You will never put your cock in there, but you can use your tongue. Show me what a good little arselicker you are!" I was there for a good 20 minutes, till she was satisfied I had cleaned her properly.

She sat on the side of the bed, her fishnet stockinged legs over the side, her high heeled shoes on the floor and ordered me to kneel at her feet. "Things will be changing round here from now on. I will be fucking lots of big black cocks whenever I choose, whilst you will become my slave and that of anyone else I tell you to. You can start showing me right now of your new submissive position by calling me Mistress Jo. Any of my lovers will be called Sir, and you are to address your secretary as Mistress Kirsty, even at work. Got that wimp?"

"Yes Mistress Jo." I replied meekly. "Good. Now, I want you to worship the high heels I've been wearing whilst getting fucked tonight and my sweaty fishnet stockinged feet. If you show sufficient devotion, I will allow you to wank off on my fishnets." I lifted her right shoe to my mouth and sucked the black leather tip, my tongue caressing the scuffed leather soles at the same time. I had always had a fetish for high heels and I think Jo knew this.

She ordered me onto my back beneath her and covered my face with her size 4. "Lick the soles, and make a good job of it or else!" she commanded. She moved the shoe down my face, and presented the 4" heel to my mouth. "Suck it. Suck it like a cock. Think of how your wife sucked those big black cocks earlier - give my stiletto heel the same level of devotion and show me what a good cuckolded slave you are."

I sucked my wife's heel with her fucking it in and out of my mouth, calling me a cocksucking faggot as she did. She made me kneel up again after that and told me to remove her shoe so I could lick her stockinged feet. She forced her toes in my mouth and when satisfied, had me repeat the whole operation on her other shoe and foot. "Now, prove to me what a little wanker you are. Yank your tiny little worm off over my fishnet stockings and high heels. Show me how pathetic you really are." Despite all the orgasms I had already, another flowed out in less than 20 seconds. "God, you really are a useless little wanker, aren't you?" "Yes Mistress Jo."

"Is that all you've got, that measly little load? Fucking wimp. Anyway, lick it up from my fishnet stockings. The ones you bought me for our anniversary - the ones I've been wearing all night whilst being fucked by two big black studs. Suck up all your lousy spunk, cuckold!"

Things would never be the same again.

STORY CONTINUES:

Secretary Made Me A Slut by Sissy Cuckold 

background: My secretary Kirsty had teased me to the extent that I came in my trousers and on her stockinged foot in my office. She had made me lick her foot clean before getting in contact with my wife and persuading her to go out on a date with her and two black men, one of whom worked at my office. They had turned my wife into a slut that night and she had come home and began to dominate me herself. This is what happened next...

Part 1 - In My Wife's Underwear

I woke, a bit later than usual after all the previous night's activity, in the spare bedroom, my wife Jo having banished me there saying she only wanted to sleep with 'real men' in her marital bed from thereon.

After showering and changing I went into the bedroom to say goodbye to 'Mistress Jo'. She was still pretty drowsy and tired from the severe fucking she had received from her two black lovers just hours before. However, she did manage to sit up and rub her eyes as I got to the bedroom door. "Wait, there's something I want you to do for me today." she told me. "I'm going to be late Mistress Jo." I whimpered. She ignored me and ordered me to come closer to her. "Take off your shoes. And your socks. And your trousers. Now your boxers."

My cock began to stiffen as I could not help but think, quite erroneously, that maybe she was going to suck me off because she felt guilty about her adultery. "I want you to wear the black fishnet stockings, suspenders and panties I came home in last night. You know, the ones I was very well fucked in. They might be a bit sweaty and spunk sodden, but I'm sure you'll enjoy that - it will remind you what a slut your wife is and let you know who now wears the trousers in this marriage." I began to panic, realising she was serious, and tried to get out of it. She cut me short with a more threatening scenario. "Shut the fuck up and do it or I will make you wear a black bra as well underneath your white shirt. If you refuse I will tell Kirsty, to let all the office know what's happened since yesterday!"

I was faced with no choice and pulled on the worn black fishnet stockings and suspenders before pulling on the skimpy knickers that Jo had borrowed from Kirsty to stop her lovers cum from dripping out of her fuckholes. Despite the fact the panties were very skimpy, my tiny prick was able to fit snugly into the silk - a fact that did not go unmentioned by my wife. The feel of the black silk got me hard and I wondered how I was going to be able to walk.

My wife looked at me with a big grin on her face. "It suits you, feminine underwear, so much more so than pretending to be a man. It's just a shame I can't send you to work in a skirt and high heels so that everyone would know what a tart you are!" I put my trousers and shoes back on over the top but my wife refused to allow me to wear socks. "If anyone sees your fishnets, they'll just know what a little tart and pervert you are, won't they?"

When I got to work I managed to compose myself enough to soften my cock, but the feel of the black silk panties, and the pull of the suspenders on my fishnet stockings made it very difficult. I stopped to have a chat with Dave from Accounts on my way past as is the norm with some usual chit-chat about nothing, when Jim, the black guy who had very expertly fucked my wife the previous night with the help of his equally well endowed friend Jim, came past.

"Heh, Jim, how you doing? Where were you last night? We were one short for five-a- side?" Jim smiled broadly. "I was fucking some married white slut with my mate. Apparently, her husband's a bit of a wimp and, believe me, was she hot for it!" Dave's jaw dropped. "Yeah? Did you skewer her?" "Hell, yes, the bitch could not get enough. Said she'd been fed with a little boy's cock for 5 years and wanted to make up for lost time. Took it up the ass as well. It was like fucking a whore off the street!" "Wow. Will you be doing her again?" I asked meekly. "You bet. The dirty bitch has already invited us both round tonight to do her again. Says she wants to be fucked properly in her marital bed for the first time! See you two later." He left grinning from ear to ear. I headed off to my office knowing it was going to be a busy night and, with my cock straining in my secretary's silk panties, an uncomfortable day.

Kirsty arrived bang on 9am as usual. She came into the office without knocking. "Good morning cuckold. How did it go last night? Was there enough cum for you in your wife's pussy and ass?" "Good morning. Yes there was thank you, Mistress Kirsty." I said, stating the last two words hesitantly, wondering if Jo had told Kirsty that she was going to order me to address her in that manner. From the look on Kirsty's face, evidently that was not the case. She burst out laughing. "Mistress Kirsty, uh? I like that. Let's you know your place, who your superiors are. Was that Jo's suggestion?" I replied in the affirmative.

She sat on the edge of my desk and leant over and dialled my home number. She left the phone on loudspeaker. "Hello?" "Hi, Jo. You recovered yet, you horny bitch?" Kirsty laughed. "Still pretty sore, but what a great night. I feel like a woman at last - well, a slut anyway! Are you with the cuckold?" "Yeah. Did he clean you well last night?" "Oh yes. He had no choice really, having his face rubbed in it. He makes a better arselicker than a husband, I'll say that. I hope he's been addressing you correctly?" she enquired. "Mistress Kirsty." she mimiced, humiliating me. "Very appropriate, I think." "Has he told you what he's wearing yet?" Jo asked. She knew that I would not have done, so carried on her sentence. "I made him wear my fishnet stockings and suspenders, as well as the silk panties you lent me, underneath his trousers!"

Kirsty put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from bursting out. "A sissy and a cuckold? That's fantastic." she said. "Stand up and take your trousers down, let me see what a little tart you look." she demanded. It was so humiliating and frightening, pulling my trousers down to reveal myself to my secretary, dressed in her panties and my wife's used stockings and suspenders. Kirsty clapped her hands when she saw. "Very nice. Very tarty. Now you really do deserve to be called a little bitch!" "It suits him, doesn't it Kirsty?" Jo asked. "I think he should wear women's underwear all the time and other things at home, don't you?" Kirsty confirmed my wife's thoughts and told Jo that she would take me out at lunch-time to buy me some things for my 'new special wardrobe'. They said their goodbyes and I was allowed to pull my trousers back up.

I found it difficult to concentrate that morning, images of my wife squatting with each hand holding a monster black cock and her lipsticked lips working each of them in turn, kept appearing in my head, making me hard in my silk panties, which in turn fuelled my humiliation and made me harder still.

Humiliated Cuckold Story, part 3