My wife Deanna and I had both been into the Dominant/submissive scene for as long as we could remember. We had in fact met on a fetish personals site after both of our vanilla first marriages had ended. What had started out as just as playful, fun get together to explore our kinks had evolved into something much more, and after living together for a few years, we made the leap and got married. We were the perfect compliment to each other - a sexy, controlling Domina and her submissive, loving hubby. Our kinks meshed well, and we explored many new ones. I introduced her to electro-play - and she took my anal cherry with her strap-on. I got to watch her play with others, men and women, and she'd let me join in.
Lately, I had taken an interest in cuckolding, but due to our pasts - both of our spouses had cheated on us - taking on another lover was a hard limit for her. And it's not that I was under-endowed. Whenever I'd bring it up, she'd just smile, grab hold of my thick, 7 inch cock and say "This is the only cock I ever want inside of me, slut!"
I had sucked cock before - did I mention we entertained other men? - and I knew how hot that made her to watch two guys pleasuring each other and ending up covered in cum. Her issue wasn't with the bisexual aspect of it. Her entire concern was with having someone else fuck her. Actually, it was another man. She had no problem exploring her fantasies of being DP'd with a strap-on wearing woman and my cock in her mouth. If there was one thing about this wonderful woman I'd given everything to, though, she knew how to make my fantasies come true.
One night as we lay in bed after a particularly intense scene, both basking in orgasmic afterglow, she turned to me and said "So, you want to be cuckolded?"
"Yes, but I know it's something you're really not into, and I respect why."
She got a Mischievous smile on her face, "Well, what if I told you I have a way we can do it. And you'll get to live out your fantasy of being cuckolded, and I can get off on mine...watching you fluff a cock, be used, lick up a cream pie. You know how much I like to watch!" She was understating it a bit. One of her biggest turn-ons was 'catching" me jerking off. It really wasn't catching me doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing. She'd say "I want you to masturbate sometime today, and let's see if I can stumble upon you!" I'd even made videos, which I'd uploaded to a private folder that she'd watch over and over again whenever she was in the mood. When we went to a club, she'd spend hours watching other people play. She was particularly voyeuristic.
Intrigued, I asked, "And just how are we going to do this?"
"You know my friend Karen?" I did, although I was usually directed to call her Miss Karen. We had played a few times before. Karen was usually a switch and bottomed to Deanna, but I'd been submissive to both of them. I nodded, and Deanna continued, "Well, Karen is quite the size queen. She loves big, black cock. We were talking the other day, and she said she'd love to do a cuckold scene - and I told her I had just the guy for her. So, you up for it, sweetie?"
"And you'll be there to watch?"
"Of course. And I'm sure while they're fucking, you'll need something to occupy your time..."
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A week later, all the preparations had been made. Mistress Deanna spent the entire week teasing me with little tidbits of information. Every night ended with a prolonged teasing session - with my denied cock put away after an hour or more of near orgasmic edges. By the time the night for the cuckolding scene rolled around, I was constantly horny, hard and dripping pre-cum.
A few hours before we were set to leave, my Mistress wife had me run her a bath. As she luxuriated in the bubbles, I washed her from head to toe, lingering on her breasts, pussy and ass. After I dried her off, I gave her a sensuous massage, then she had me go back in the bathroom, and lay in the tub while she shaved off every piece of hair below my neck. I helped her get dressed. She picked out her pair of black mesh, crotchless panties, and a black leather bra. I slid black fishnet hose up her smooth sexy legs. She pulled my head into her crotch and simply said "Lick," and I brought her off quickly to two orgasms before she pushed me away. Her look was completed with a leather miniskirt and a white halter top, and then she slid her feet into a pair of 4-inch stilettos. She looked like the one about to get fucked!
My outfit was much simpler. She told me Miss Karen had wanted me to show up in a pair of panties, but Mistress Deanna had explained that I wasn't the sissy type. So they settled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. As my wife explained, it would be quicker, since I was going to be naked most of the time anyway.
We drove over there. From the passenger seat Mistress Deanna snaked her hand up my shorts and squeezed and stroked my hard dripping cock. I'm amazed I made it there without crashing - or shooting a huge steamy load of cum. Once we arrived, we walked into the attached garage. As soon as the door had closed, my Mistress looked at me, "Strip, slut. Naked from now until we leave." Once I was naked, she reached into her purse, and pulled out my collar and snapped it around my neck. "Now, kneel." I did as ordered. She grabbed me under the chin, and turned my face up to look at her. "Karen is your Mistress, tonight, pet. Do everything she tells you, and make me proud." With that she rang the doorbell.
After a moment the door swung wide, and Mistress Karen was standing there "Hello," she said, smiling. She pulled Deanna to her and they shared a deep tongue kiss. Then, breaking away, she looked at me. Her eyes roamed down my naked body. "Honestly, Deanna, I don't know how you deal with that small cock!"
"I'm like Goldilocks, honey," Deanna said, reaching out and stroking it a couple of times, "It's just right for me."
Karen was ready for our time together. She wore a short, flowered kimono robe. It was loosely tied and I could see her naked breasts and her mound, with it's short strip of hair. Her legs were in a pair of black thigh highs, and she was wearing short 3-inch heeled slippers. "Well, come on in. Tom isn't here yet, but we can get started without him." As I started to walk in, following me wife, she looked at me, "No, cuck, you crawl. In fact, right behind us. I want you staring at our beautiful asses the whole way."
I crawled, watching their bottoms sway in front of me, until we got to the bedroom. In one corner was a very comfortable armchair, and Karen directed my sexy wife to make herself comfortable. Mistress Karen sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and beckoned me over. "While we wait, why don't you get me wet, slut? Maybe you can get me to cum and take the edge off." As I leaned forward, and my tongue grazed her pussy, she let out a sigh.
I started by running my tongue up one lip, across the top of her mound, just above her clit, and back down the other side. I did that for a few minutes, slowly building her up, guided by her sighs and moans. Then I began to lick all the way up her slit, flicking her clit at the top. "Oh that mouth is just as good as I remember. Tell me you get this every night, Deanna."
"Oh, I do." my Mistress answered as she watched.
"I hope he's as good with a cock. I should tell you, Jeff, Tom's cock is 10 1/2 inches long when he's fully hard - and I expect you to make him as hard as possible. And thick - like the size of a soda can!" she moaned as I began to focus on her clit, circling my tongue around it. "Now...oh, fuck!...when he gets here, I hope you can...mmmmmm...fit it all in your mouth. He likes deep throating." She leaned back on the bed, and began moaning, panting and muttering "Oh, fuck!" over and over again. As she climaxed, she wrapped her legs around my head, and grabbed onto my hair, pulling me in deep as she flooded me with her juices. She collapsed back onto the bed. "My God, honey how can you not just have that mouth clamped to your pussy 24/7?"
Deanna giggled, "Some days, I do." was all she said.
Just then the doorbell rang. As Karen got up lazily, she ordered me to crawl over and kneel next to my wife. Deanna slowly ran her hands through my hair as we waited. I could hear Karen in the other room, and a deep male voice, then the unmistakable sounds of kissing. After a few moments, she walked back into the bedroom, her robe askew, with a pair of large black hands massaging her tits. Then he came into view. He was a large, well muscled, black man.
"Let me introduce you. Tom, this is my friend Deanna. And the slut kneeling next to her is our cuckold for the evening, Jeff."
Tom leaned over, smiled, took Deanna's hand and kissed it. "Very nice to meet you." Then he turned his attention to me. He pointed at my hard, straining cock, "Is that all he brought to the party? I mean, bigger than most white cock, but still..."
Mistress Karen dragged him over to the bed, while she crooked her finger, beckoning me to follow. "Why don't we show him what a real cock looks like?" When I was kneeling in front of Tom, Mistress Karen said, "Fish that monster cock out of his jeans for me."
I reached up, unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. He was going commando, so his cock, semi-flaccid and as big as mine was hard, flopped out. "I tried out his mouth earlier, baby," she said, as she rubbed his chest, "He got me off so hard! I'll bet he sucks cock just as well." Then she looked at me, "Go ahead, bitch, show him what a good cocksucker you are."
I took hold of the base of his cock with one hand, and licked the shaft, then ran my tongue around the head. Above me, the two of them began kissing, and Tom began squeezing and pinching Karen's tits. I opened my mouth wide, and popped Tom's cock into my mouth. It began getting harder as I sucked it, running my tongue over the head, and jacking his cock with my hand, bobbing my head up and down.It made me feel like a slut - I love it when a soft cock gets harder and harder, filling my mouth. I remembered Ms. Karen's comment to me about how Tom liked to be deep throated, and I began to wonder how I was ever going to take that monster rod all the way in.
