A Most Unconventional Marriage

Part 2

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The wife looked on from the couch, entranced, as her previously straight husband bobbed up down on the man's enormous cock like a nineties porn star. In moments he was slobbering and gagging shamelessly as he tried to take the massive shaft deeper down his throat with each successive excursion.

The man looked over at the wife.

"Enjoying the show?"

The wife swallowed several times.

"I've never been more turned on in my life," she replied, her voice thick with arousal, never taking her eyes off her cock-sucking husband.

The wife finally tore her gaze away and looked over at the man's face.

"I had no idea. How did you know he'd react like this?" she asked, genuinely interested.

The man looked down at his novice cuckold, eying his fellatio technique appraisingly.

"Like I said, I'm just giving him what he wants," the man replied simply.

"He likes this?" she asked incredulously.

"Yep," the man replied.

As if on cue, the husband moaned around the man's cock as another large draught of pre-cum filled his mouth. He gulped greedily, swallowing it down, never breaking his rhythm as he continued to glide smoothly up and down on the man's shaft.

"I don't believe it," the wife replied, her tone skeptical.

The man smiled indulgently.

"There's one way to find out."

The man snapped his fingers in front of the cuckold's face.

"Enough!"

The husband reluctantly expelled the man's cock from his mouth and looked up at his bull, his lips and chin glazed with pre-cum.

"Strip," the man ordered flatly.

The husband did not hesitate. He quickly stood and disrobed, letting his clothes pool at his feet before kicking them away and kneeling back down at his bull's feet.

The husband's prompt, unquestioning obedience did not go unnoticed by his wife. Their guest had been in their home for less than a half hour and already a clear new power dynamic was emerging.

The bull was firmly in charge.

"Stand up, cucky. Hands behind your back," he ordered.

The husband quickly rose and stood before the man, his eyes downcast, his cheeks crimson.

The man leaned forward to examine the husband's crotch.

"Hmmm. Just as I suspected. I think we have our answer," the man stated evenly, addressing the wife.

She leaned forward and gasped.

"Oh, dear," the wife said awkwardly, clutching an invisible string of pearls at her throat.

The husband's modest penis was rock hard.

Even at full mast, the petit member was less than four inches long, but what it lacked in size it made up for in tumescence and turgor. Although the girth was less than that of the average male index finger, the short shaft and miniature head were completely engorged, the pale skin stretched taught and shiny around the diminutive appendage.

As the wife and the man looked on, the husband's modest erection began to throb, bobbing up and down in time with his pulse.

"Satisfied?" the man asked, addressing the wife.

The wife leaned forward and gently flicked the head of her husband's penis with her right index finger.

The stiff little shaft bounded up and down like a sprung diving board.

"He never gets hard like this anymore," she said ruefully, sitting back on the couch and crossing her legs.

"Well, I think it's safe to say that hubby is definitely enjoying our little get together so far, isn't that right, cucky?" the man asked casually.

"Yes, sir," the husband replied softly, his eyes fixed on the floor, his cheeks burning anew.

The man snapped his fingers again and pointed to the floor at his feet.

The naked husband knelt down, his hands clasped submissively behind his back.

The man sat forward on the couch and put both hands on his knees.

"Let's get comfortable, shall we?" he asked casually.

The man extended his right leg, presenting his wingtip-clad foot to his cuckold.

"Undress me, cucky," he ordered.

The husband quickly helped the man out of shoes and clothes, folding each article of clothing carefully and placing them in a neat pile on the floor. Finally, the kneeling cuckold rolled down the man's boxer-briefs, pressing them to the floor as the man stepped clear, his erect penis bobbing and dangling inches from the husband's face. He folded the underwear neatly, adding them to the pile.

The man now stood naked, his hands resting imperiously on his hips. He looked like an African god.

He crooked a finger, indicating that the husband should approach.

The cuckold stepped tentatively up to his bull and stood before him, his wrists respectfully crossed behind his back. The man towered over him, all chiseled muscles and wide shoulders. The cuckold stood a full head shorter, narrow waisted and slim, his pale skin contrasting with the man's rich brown complexion.

The man looked down at the husband's diminutive erection. It did not appear to have softened at all. If anything, the pathetic little boner was even more rigid, throbbing up and down with increasing intensity.

The man looked over at the wife who remained seated on the edge of the couch, watching in rapt fascination as the fraught tableaux unfolded before her.

The man bent at the knees until his own erection was at the same level as the cuckold's penis. He moved in closer until their cocks were aligned side-by-side.

The wife leaned in for a closer look.

The contrast was striking.

Her bull's cock, now fully erect, was over ten inches long and as thick as the her wrist, the shaft threaded with thick, ropey veins. The head alone was larger than her husband's entire penis.

In contrast, her husband's pallid appendage appeared even more diminished by comparison, as if physically shrunken by the very proximity of the bull's primal virility.

The wife leaned forward even further on the couch, her mouth hanging slightly open.

It was hard to believe the two men were even part of the same species.

"What do you think?" the man asked the wife playfully. "Are you glad you decided to invite me over?"

The wife did not reply at first. She just continued to stare hungrily at the man's cock, the tip of her tongue flicking unconsciously along the inner surface of her lips. She felt her pussy pulse.

At last she found her voice.

"It might be the best, most fundamentally sound decision I've ever made," she replied with complete sincerity.

The man smiled and turned his attention back to his novice cuckold.

"I think it's time for you to undress your wife for me, cucky."

The wife sprang up from the couch, as if propelled by a burst of compressed air.

Without a word, she executed a graceful pirouette, turning her back to her husband. She reached back and lifted her ponytail, helpfully exposing the zipper running down the back of her dress.

The husband slowly unzipped her dress and helped her step out of it. She wore nothing underneath.

The wife turned to face her new bull dressed only in her three-inch heels, completely unselfconscious in her nakedness, her entire body thrumming with anticipation.

"On your knees, cucky," the man ordered curtly.

The cuckold sank slowly to his knees beside his wife, his eyes on the floor.

The bull admired the couple for several seconds, eying his kneeling cuckold briefly, before shifting his gaze to the beautiful wife now being offered to him. He drank in her perfectly shaped breasts, flat stomach and freshly shaved pussy. Looking more closely at the vertex of the wife's thighs, the man could see that her vulva was already glistening with arousal, both inner thighs slick with her essence.

The bull looked down at the kneeling husband. The moment of truth had arrived at last.

"Ask me nicely to fuck your wife, cucky," the man ordered evenly, never taking his eyes off the woman before him.

The cuckold looked up at his wife and then down at the floor. He took a deep, steadying breath, then looked up at his new bull, his eyes glassy with submission.

"Please fuck my wife, sir," the husband asked subserviently.

The man looked down at the kneeling cuckold and crossed his arms.

"Beg me, cucky," the man ordered petulantly.

The cuckold clasped his hands in front of his face.

"Please, sir. Please fuck my wife. She deserves your superior cock. I can't satisfy her. I never could. She needs a real man like you, sir. I can see that now. Please fuck her, sir. I'm begging you."

The man smiled thinly and looked over at the wife.

"Well, if you put it that way, I'd be delighted to, cucky," the man responded.

For a few seconds the wife and her bull stared at each other across the few feet between them, like two prize fighters eying each other from their separate corners before the sound of the bell.

Then the man spread his arms wide.

The wife sprang forward and ran into his arms, melting into the big man's warm embrace.

The man looked over at the kneeling husband as his wife nuzzled his neck.

"Where's the bedroom, cucky?" he asked.

"Down the hall, sir," the kneeling husband replied, pointing over his shoulder.

The man kissed the wife's hair, then gently broke their embrace, slowly pushing his new lover away until he held her at arm's length. He gazed meaningfully into her eyes.

"Are you ready, darling?"

"Absolutely...sir," she replied demurely, draping her arms around his neck.

The man leaned in and gave the wife a brief kiss, then effortlessly lifted her up and hoisted her into his arms, literally sweeping her off her feet.

He looked down at the kneeling cuckold.

Follow us, cucky," he ordered curtly. "Crawl."

The wife squealed in delight, throwing her head back and kicking her heels as her bull carried her across the living room toward the bedroom, like a bridegroom crossing the threshold with his new bride.

Their cuckold followed, crawling silently behind them toward his destiny.