A Most Unconventional Marriage

Part 3

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"Kneel by the side of the bed," the man ordered as the crawling cuckold entered the bedroom behind them.

The husband did as instructed, crossing his wrists submissively at the small of his back.

The man carried the wife over to the bed and stood next to the kneeling cuckold. He gently lowered her down from his arms and on to her feet. The two lovers embraced, their naked bodies flush against one another other. They kissed deeply.

Still kissing, the couple sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, the wife's right hand already reaching for the man's cock. She stroked him slowly as they kissed, completely ignoring her kneeling husband.

Finally, she broke the kiss and stared down at the man's rock hard cock. She swallowed several times, then looked over at the man's face.

"May I," she asked, her eyes flashing with the sudden urgency of her own need.

The man nodded and gently guided the wife's face down onto his cock.

The wife took her bull in her mouth for the first time. Like her husband, she groaned at the unexpectedly large spurt of pre-cum that filled her mouth as she closed her lips around the massive head.

The husband stared up at his wife as she sucked their new bull. He felt a faint twinge of jealousy, not for his wife, but that she was the one getting to suck the man's superior cock instead of himself. He shifted restlessly on his knees as he watched her take the thick shaft deeper and deeper into her throat, her eyes closed in blissful concentration.

As if sensing the husband's discomfiture, the man smiled down at his cuckold indulgently.

"Don't worry, cucky. You're still part of the fun. Worship my balls while your wife sucks me."

The husband immediately leaned forward and nuzzled his bull's balls, then began to lick in earnest, running the flat of his tongue up and down the velvety skin of his massive scrotum.

"Hmmm. That feels good, cucky."

The husband felt a flash of elation at the words of praise from his bull and redoubled his efforts, flicking the tip of his tongue against the base of each huge testicle, then taking each ball individually into his mouth and suckling gently.

The man looked down at his new cuckold couple as they serviced him. They were off to a good start. The wife seemed fun and open to new adventures, while the husband was already completely comfortable in his docility.

They would be both be easy to train.

The man gently patted the wife's head as she bobbed up and down in his cock, gamely trying to take her new bull as deep as her husband had. She choked and sputtered, releasing a small cascade of saliva that slid down the shaft of the man's cock and scrotum only to be lapped up by her husband as he continued to worship the man's balls with undiminished alacrity.

At last, the man gently pulled the wife off his cock. She sat up next to him and came in for a deep kiss. The man responded and pulled her into his arms. For several minutes, the couple kissed as the kneeling kneeling cuckold continued to attend to his bull's balls.

Finally, the man broke the kiss and snapped his fingers in front of the kneeling cuckold's face.

"Get back on my cock, cucky. Keep me hard while I get better acquainted with your wife."

The husband quickly rose up on his knees and engulfed his bull's cock, staring up at the man, his eyes radiating submission, as his wife nuzzled their bull's neck. As the cuckold watched, the man reached over and hefted his wife's breasts with both hands, then bent his head and took each erect nipple in to his mouth.

The wife groaned and threw her head back exultingly.

The man sat up again and deftly flipped the wife on to her back, pulling her legs apart as she leaned back against him. She did not hesitate or resist, but instead spread her legs wider, offering the man unfettered access to her sex.

As the husband watched, the man's cock still hardening in his mouth, he saw his bull reach out with his left hand to fondle his wife's pussy.

The man rested the palm of his hand gently on the wife's bare sex as he tilted her head back for another kiss. Almost immediately, she began to move against him, thrusting her pelvis wantonly against the pressure of his hand. She opened her legs even wider and groaned into her bull's mouth.

The man ran two fingers along the wife's slit, pulling her labia gently apart.

"My god, you're sopping," the bull said softly into the wife's mouth as they continued their kiss.

"I need this. I need this so fucking bad," she murmured back, snaking her tongue deep into the man's mouth

"Oh, god," she breathed, her breath already coming in sharp gasps.

She began to hump herself urgently against his fingers.

"Oh, god...I'm going to cum," she breathed.

The man abruptly withdrew his fingers.

The wife yelped in frustration.

"Not yet, darling," her bull said softly, pulling her in for another kiss.

He regarded the two digits he had withdrawn from the wife's pussy. Both fingers were slick and glistening with the wife's juices.

The man snapped his fingers again in front of his cuckold's face. The kneeling husband looked up at his bull around the cock in his mouth.

"Clean," the man said, holding the two fingers out in front of his cuckold's face.

The husband spit out the man's cock and quickly engulfed both fingers, meticulously suckling each digit clean, keeping his eyes locked on his bull's as he did so.

The man withdrew his fingers and wiped them dry on the bedspread. He snapped his fingers and patted the bed.

"Up on the bed, cucky. You're going to help."

The husband crawled up and knelt in the middle of the bed.

The man gave the wife a brief kiss, then patted the bed again.

"You too, darling. All fours. It's the only way you can take it all."

The wife giggled and sprang up on to the bed. She assumed the position facing the head of the bed, her ass to her husband. She pressed her face into the pillow, stifling another squeal of delight and thrust out her rump.

The man positioned himself behind the wife, casually shifting her into position by her haunches until she was aligned with his cock, which was now rock hard and jutting straight out from his body.

He snapped his fingers at the cuckold.

"Over here, cucky. Kneel beside your wife."

The cuckold shimmied over on his knees, keeping his hands clasped respectfully behind his back.

"Wet me," the man ordered gruffly, tilting his penis toward the husband.

The cuckold leaned in and engulfed the man's cock. He bobbed up and down several times, systematically glazing the swollen head and thick shaft with a generous coating of his saliva.

After a few seconds, the man pushed the husband roughly away.

"You ready, darling?" he asked the wife.

"Yes, sir," the wife responded eagerly, her voice muffled by the pillow. She wiggled her ass seductively.

"Guide me in, cucky."

The husband hesitated for a moment, then reached out tentatively and grasped the thick brown shaft with his right hand. He lined up the massive cock along the proper axis for penetration and began to press the large head against the slit of his wife's ripening pussy.

His wife groaned into the pillow.

The husband watched in fascination as his wife's pussy began to open for the man. The labia, now fully engorged, were thick and dewed with arousal. As he guided the head of the man's cock inward, the plump petals parted, releasing a thick runnel of clear fluid, which overspilled her vagina and descended in a glistening tendril down toward the bed.

"Oh, god!" the wife screamed into the pillow, sensing the sheer mass of the man's cock for the first time.

As the husband watched, the labia stretched and flattened circumferentially around the huge head of the man's cock, the delicate flesh tautening almost to the point of tearing.

"Oh, dear god!" his wife screamed, clutching twin fistfuls of bedspread and shaking her head back and forth against the pillow.

"Hush," the man said softly, placing a reasssuring hand on the small of her back. "Breathe. You can take it, darling."

The wife stilled and began to pant softly, then steadied her breathing, inhaling through her nose and exhaling out through her mouth, steeling herself for what was to come.

The husband watched, transfixed, as the huge shaft began to slowly disappear into his wife's pussy. It seemed to go on forever, but finally the man's massive balls came to rest against his wife's glistening perineum.

She was panting and whimpering now, still clutching the comforter with both hands.

The man paused with his cock buried to the hilt.

He looked over at the kneeling cuckold and smiled.

"Whose pussy is this?" the man asked casually.

The cuckold looked down and examined the intersection of cock and pussy before him. He was acutely conscious that he was about to cross yet another threshold into completely uncharted territory.

"It's your pussy, sir," he said softly.

"Good boy," the man said, openly patronizing the husband. "This is my pussy now and I don't want you going anywhere near it with that little nubbin of yours. You're pussy-free from now on. Understood?"

The cuckold stared longingly down at his wife's well-shaped, glistening pussy.

"Yes, sir," he replied glumly.

"Your wife is my whore now. Understood?"

The cuckold looked at the man and paused for several beats.

"Yes, sir," the husband responded softly.

"Say it, cucky. So your wife can hear."

"My wife is your whore, sir," the husband replied meekly.

The man smacked both of the wife's ass cheeks smartly.

"Is that what you want, darling? You want to be my whore?"

"Oh, god, yesssss, sir," the wife replied, grinding back against the man's huge cock for the first time.

The man smacked her ass again.

"Say it. Tell hubby what you are," the man prompted.

"I'm your whore, sir! I'm your fucking whore!" the wife screamed into the pillow.

"Good girl," the man said soothingly, caressing both ass cheeks gently now.

He looked over at the cuckold.

"Now you kneel there and watch. I'm going to show you how a real man fucks."

And that's exactly what he did.

The husband had seen his share of porn movies, so was not a complete prude, but he had never seen a man take a woman the way his bull took his wife that first time. The spectacle of carnality that unfolded before him was simply beyond the realm of his comprehension, shattering all his previously held perceptions regarding the norms and limits of human sexual intercourse.

As the husband watched, the man began to slide in and out of the wife's pussy, slowly at first, then with increased tempo as he found his rhythm. The man moved with the physicality and preternatural grace of an apex predator on the hunt, his muscles bunching under his glistening brown skin as he began to pound his wife in earnest.

Almost immediately, his wife began to respond to him in ways the cuckold had never seen before. She began to grunt in time with the man's thrusts, pushing back against him roughly along axis of his cock as her bull plumbed the depths of her most intimate anatomy, which had heretofore been untrammeled by the touch of mortal man.

The cuckold watched in silence as the man increased the tempo of his thrusts. He could now clearly hear his wife's pussy sloshing loudly around the man's cock, her juices flowing more freely with each excursion of the massive phallus.

The wife gamely did her best to keep up, steadying herself on wobbly limbs as the man continued to pick up his pace. As the husband watched, his wife began to move with the man, abandoning all inhibitions and rutting shamelessly against him, slamming herself back against his cock with increasing desperation. She began to moan into the pillow, her entire body trembling, propelled to ever higher, soaring levels of sybaritic bliss by the warm, lubricious interface of cock and cunt.

She had never felt anything like it.

In less than five minutes, the husband saw his wife's body stiffen as she buried her face deeper into the pillow. He watched in mute fascination as she arched her back, her entire body clenching, her toes curling as she pounded herself back against the man's cock.

She lifted her face from the pillow.

"Oh, god, I'm going to cum!" she shouted, batting the mattress with the flat of her right hand.

The cuckold leaned in and looked closely at his wife's pussy as her climax approached. She continued to grind herself back against the man for several more seconds, then screamed and froze as she came, her entire body convulsing with ecstasy. He watched her pussy quiver and spasm around the man's cock as she experienced the first penetrative orgasm of her life.

It was the first of many.

In their twenty years of marriage, his wife had never been able to achieve orgasm from penetration alone, always reaching for her vibrator after her husband rolled off of her. Now, his mild-mannered conservative wife couldn't seem to stop cumming on her bull's huge cock. The cuckold watched in stunned shock as each successive orgasm overtook her, each seemingly more earthshattering than the last.

As her fifth orgasm approached, the wife began to buck back even harder against the man's cock, her head thrown back, her face frozen in a rictus of primal, atavistic lust. This time as she arched her back and grabbed the comforter with both hands, she screamed out at the top of her lungs and froze, impaled to the hilt. As the cuckold watched, a gush of clear fluid suddenly erupted from her pussy and sprayed out out around the man's cock, drenching the bedspread.

She had just squirted for the first time in her life.

After the seventh orgasm, the wife had been catapulted well beyond the orbit of spoken language. All meaningful human vocalizations ceased and were replaced by a series of high pitched mewling sounds punctuated by glottal, animalistic grunts in time with the man's thrusts.

The husband could see that his wife was approaching the outer limits of her endurance, her entire body flushed, her back slick with sweat. The cuckold knew that she simply could not take much more of the pounding the man was delivering. For the first time he began to worry about her physical safety.

As if sensing her extremis, the man grabbed the wife by both haunches, pulling her roughly down on to the full length of his cock. He began to jackhammer in and out of her battered pussy. Finally, the man froze, pulling the wife against him. The cuckold saw his bull's ass cheeks clench over a dozen times as the filled his wife with spurt after spurt of his seed.

It was over.

The man leaned forward and gently kissed the nape of the wife's neck.

"You did well, kitten. I'm proud of you," he murmured softly.

The man paused for a few seconds and then slowly withdrew his cock from her pussy, the large head pulling free with an audible plop. The wife collapsed on to her stomach, her breathing coming in sharp, ragged gasps. There she continued to lay, unmoving, in a state of near catatonia as her mind and body struggled to process what she had just experienced.

The man shifted on his knees and presented his cock to the kneeling cuckold.

"Clean me," he ordered simply.

The husband eyed the man's massive cock warily. Incredibly, it seemed even larger than before. The entire head and shaft were glazed with a thick patina of the man's semen mixed with a generous coating of the wife's effluent. As he watched, a large dime-sized drop of cum escaped the tip.

The cuckold leaned in and closed his lips around the head, suckling the tip and getting his first real taste of another man's cum. As he sucked, several more jets of semen were expelled into his mouth. He found the salty-sweet flavor oddly satisfying. His bull's semen felt warm and heavy in his mouth like molton lead. As he swallowed, the warm tide slid down his gullet and seemed to coat his entire throat.

The husband sputtered as another spurt of semen filled his mouth.

The man reached down and patted the husband's head.

"That's it. Good boy. Swallow it all down. You're doing great, cucky."

The cuckold did as instructed, staring up into his bull's eyes as he swallowed convulsively to keep up with the flow of semen, until the torrent finally ebbed and slowed down to a trickle.

The man gently jerked his cock with his right hand, milking the last drops of cum into his cuckold's open mouth.

"Now clean the shaft," his bull ordered.

The husband slid his mouth up and down on his bull's cock savoring the unique taste of semen mixed with his wife's tangy juices. When he was done, he kissed the tip of the cock in a gesture of spontaneous gratitude and looked up at the man.

"The balls too, cucky," the man said, helpfully lifting the shaft of his cock up out of the way.

The husband quickly leaned in on his hands and began to lick the man's scrotum, lapping up several gobbets of cum that had dribbled down into the folds of the sensitive skin. When he was done, he stood back up on his knees, his hands crossed behind his back.

The cuckold looked up at his bull expectantly.

"All done, sir," he reported meekly, unconsciously licking his lips.

"Good boy, cucky. I have one last job for you," the man stated flatly.

The man reached over and gently rolled the wife over on to her back, her legs spreading open lewdly.

"Clean her out, cucky. Get it all," he ordered.

The husband nodded and crawled between his wife's thighs. He paused and looked up at her face.

Her head was resting on the pillow. Stray hairs hung down across her forehead in wet, sweaty ringlets. She was slack-jawed, her mouth hanging open, her eyes unfocused and heavy-lidded. As he watched a thin trickle of drool trickled down out of the corner of her mouth.

The husband was reminded of a phrase he had heard many times before but had never truly understood until this moment.

Fucked senseless.

The man had literally fucked his wife senseless right before his eyes.

And now it was time for him to clean up the mess.

He regarded the pussy before him. The swollen labia were now red and raw, the delicate inner lips slack and stretched, lolling open obscenely. There was a thick, pearlescent rivulet of semen trickling down from her pussy to her ass crack. The cuckold leaned forward and slurped loudly, swallowing several mouthfuls of the man's salty cum.

He shouldered his wife's thighs further apart and adjusted the angle of his neck. He snaked his tongue deep inside his wife's pussy and was rewarded with several more swallows of the man's seed. He groaned into the wet folds and redoubled his efforts, suddenly craving the unique taste and texture of his bull's viscous semen.

After several minutes, his wife began to stir above him, finally beginning to emerge from her stupor. She reached down and absently tousled her husband's hair as he continued to suck and slurp, his tongue wriggling ever deeper inside her.

"That's it, cucky. Get it all," she said softly, stretching her arms languorously above her head, like a cat waking up from a long afternoon nap.

The man was now lying down beside her, watching his new cuckold attend to his wife. He lifted his left arm, allowing the wife to cradle her head against his muscular shoulder. They both watched in companionable silence as the husband completed his task.

It took the husband over twenty minutes to suck out all the cum. When he was done, he looked up at his wife, his entire face glazed with a mixture of her essence and the man's drying semen. His wife looked down at him, utterly satiated, her expression serene.

"Good boy, honey. I'm proud of you," she murmured.

The husband nodded up at his wife and planted a final kiss of devotion on her vulva.

He rose back up on his knees and looked down at the bed, his head bowed in submission.