Cucold Club: Bob's Story

A support group for cuckolds. Yeah, right. Probably a bunch of wife-swappers. Maybe another porn site. That's what I thought when I clicked on the link. Man, was I ever surprised! That was six months ago. Tonight, I'm the first speaker.

"Hi, I'm Bob, and I'm a cuckold."

"Hi, Bob."

The nude pictures my wife and I took of each other were supposed to be just for our own enjoyment. I kept a few of Laura on a thumb drive in my desk at work. As far as I knew, she had some of me at her job. I didn't know for sure, but I thought she did. She knew I had one of her at work. When things were slow, I took the drive out and looked at her on my computer. Her big firm breasts always captivated me. She had other good qualities, like soft alabaster skin, a narrow waist, strong legs that reached up to her ass, sparkling blue eyes, shiny blonde hair, and a shaved pussy. What I loved most was her smile. It could melt an iceberg.

We had a lot of fun taking the pictures. She did a slow striptease while I shot away. I took close-ups of every part of her body from her lips to her full breasts and rigid nipples to her navel, her puffy pussy lips, her smooth legs. Then she took the camera, and I posed. At least half of her shots of me centered on my cock. Her favorite had my sperm flying through the air. We also took several of us in a hip-lock. You would think there had a been a third person taking those shots, but we just used the time-delay feature on the camera. This was a bit tough for her because when she was ready for me to mount her, I had to dash to the camera, get everything properly framed in the viewfinder, press the shutter button, then dash back to climb into the saddle. She would be frantic with lust waiting for me. We planned those shots to minimize her frustration.

One day during lunch, I was looking at a full-length nude of Laura when one of my colleagues happened to walk by and see the photo. "Is that your wife?" he asked openmouthed. I nodded my head. "She's beautiful. You should put her on one of the newsgroups."

"She'd kill me," I said. "These are just for our own enjoyment."

"Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to snoop."

"It's okay. She knows I bring them to work. She's comfortable with the idea someone might accidentally see them. If I put a single picture of her fully dressed online, I'm dead meat."

"So don't tell her, or does she look at the newsgroups?"

"No, she doesn't."

"Then why not share your good fortune with the world? How would she find out?"

So I did it. I put a close-up of her pussy on one of the groups. There was no way to identify her from that one picture. No part of her face showed. Her hands were out of the picture so her rings couldn't give her away. I sent it from my mailbox at work to keep her from finding it on my home computer.

The next day there were three emails in her mailbox complimenting her about the picture. Laura might have dismissed them as typing errors in the address line, but one had her name in the text. With all the sex groups on the Internet, it was highly improbable she would find the original posting. She did it in two minutes. "You fucking asshole!" she screamed when she saw my work email address on it. "We agreed we could not put our pictures on any damn website! Give me that thumb drive right now!" She snatched it out of my hand before I could hold it out to her. I spent the next three nights on the sofa.

We had two home computers, but only one Internet account, so we took turns checking our email and stuff. Usually, I got home first. The first night after she took the thumb drive from me, she was already online when I got home. She didn't sign off until after ten o'clock. I had to fetch my own dinner. In an attempt to mend the broken fences, I fixed hers too, but she wouldn't open the door when I knocked and announced her dinner was ready. When she finally came out of the den, she went straight to the kitchen to warm her dinner in the microwave. "Thanks," she said casually as she passed through the living room to the bedroom with her plate. I was so depressed I had no desire to check my email.

The next evening, Laura kept our Internet connection tied up again. I heard her giggling from time to time with a few oohs and aahs thrown in. Again I fixed dinner for both of us and ate mine alone. When she came out, she informed me she would be coming home late the next night.

It was midnight when she got home. She looked like she had just gotten off work and had an unusual spring in her step as she came through the living room. "It looks like you had a good time," I commented.

"I had a wonderful time," she sighed.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a sly grin. "I've been thinking about letting you come back to bed..." I started to follow her toward the bedroom. "...tomorrow." She closed the bedroom door in my face. Dejected, I curled up under my blanket and tried to sleep.

I hadn't seen her looking so happy in a couple of years. I had the impression a great weight had been taken off her shoulders. There shouldn't have been anything bothering her except for my big mistake of posting her picture online. I had only put up the one. It still baffled me she could find it so easily.

Equally puzzling was that those three guys knew how to send their comments directly to her without going through me. There had been a hundred sent to me the first day with fewer coming in with each passing day until they stopped altogether. Most of them fell into two categories -- 'nice looking pussy' and 'I'd like to fuck that.' The three she received were in the latter. Could they have been from guys she worked with? Even if they were, how did they recognize her pussy? Or were they guys I worked with? If so, they would need my password to see what I sent. The more I thought about it, the more mysterious the whole matter became.

The next day, Friday, I got home first and went straight to my computer. I was very behind on answering my email. There was one from Laura at her work. It read, "Tonight, it's my turn." What could that mean? Had she posted a nude shot of me on a gay newsgroup? I had broken our agreement about keeping those pictures private. I knew nothing about the gay lifestyle or gay newgroups, assuming they existed. It would be a great way for her to get even with me. I scanned the rest of my mail and didn't find any message from strangers. Everything was very ordinary, too ordinary. What could she have in mind?

At seven, the front door opened, and I heard Laura come in. There was a second set of footsteps, a man's footsteps. They passed the den and went down the hall toward the bedrooms. By the time I signed off and got out into the hall, all the bedroom doors were closed. I pressed my ear to the door to our room. I couldn't hear anything. Had I imagined the second set of footsteps? I shrugged my shoulders and went to the kitchen to fix dinner.

As I finished dishing up two plates, Laura came into the kitchen and grabbed both plates. "Thanks, Honey," she said as she headed back toward the bedroom. She was naked.

"Hey!" I yelled as I hurried to follow her. Suddenly I realized she wanted me to follow her. I dashed back to the kitchen for silverware, then ran to catch up with her. The door was just inches from being fully closed when I got to it. She was sitting down on the bed when I pushed the door open and was handing my plate to a naked man sitting beside her. "Wha...." I started.

Laura took the utensils from my hand. "Thank you," she said casually. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Ah...I didn't know we had company."

"I'm sorry. I'm forgetting my manners. Mike, this is my husband, Bob. Bob, this is Mike. He saw the picture of me you put on the Internet."

He held out his hand to me. "Pleasure to meet you," he said. "I must say that photo was good, but the original is much better. I wish I could get my wife to shave her pussy."

Numb with shock, I shook his hand. "Thanks," I mumbled. "What's going on?"

"We thought we'd eat something while we waited for the others," Laura said. Suddenly it registered to me she was naked too. The unmistakable aroma of a freshly fucked cunt permeated the air. "Aren't you going to join us?"

"I only fixed enough for the two of us," I said still confused. "Who are these others you mentioned?"

"The other two guys that sent me emails," she said. "You should eat something. It's going to be a long night."

"Laura tells me I have a bigger prick than you do." The proverbial light bulb came on over my head. She was going to get her revenge by fucking those three guys. If we had been in a cartoon, steam would have whistled out of my ears.

"In my family," I said sternly, "we raise men, not pricks."

The next thing I knew I was on my knees with my arms pinned behind my back. Mike's prick was jammed into my mouth. I struggled to free my arms, but I couldn't budge them. "You didn't tell me he's a smartass," Mike said to Laura. I realized, much to my chagrin, that she was holding my arms, and that I couldn't overpower her. "Tell me, Bob. How many cocksuckers are there in your family? Or are you the first?" His hand on the back of my head kept me from pulling away. "You do a good job, and we'll let you watch. If you don't, you will be tied up and dumped in the closet where you can only hear us."

His dick grew as he fucked my mouth. It was bigger than mine. My tongue traced the rim of his glans. Laura did that often with me. It turned me on enormously. I prayed it would get Mike off quickly. My arms felt like they would be pulled from the sockets. His hips rocked back and forth thrusting his meat in and out of my wide-open jaw. Strangely, my breathing slowed as our oral copulation continued. His cock grew, and his breathing slowed too. Mike's hand left my head as I sucked his boner enthusiastically. At last I understood why Laura loved to give me blowjobs. His breath became deeper and more rapid as his shaft became even firmer. His balls tapped my chin. Sweet precum was soon replaced with spurt after spurt of his seed flooding my mouth. I swallowed what I could, but there was too much. The excess ran down my chin.

Laura released my arms, and I stood up. I took out my handkerchief and cleaned my face. The doorbell rang as I finished. "Get undressed," Laura said as she left the room, still naked.

"Why do I have to undress if I'm only supposed to watch?" I asked Mike."

"Because she told you to undress. That's why," he said forcefully. "You're in no position to argue."

Reluctantly, I sat down and started removing my shoes. Laura came back with two more men, both of them at least twice my size. One was walking in lockstep behind her and was caressing her breasts while she had her hand between them stroking his cock through his pants. The third man brought up the rear and already had his shirt off. "Honey, these are Pete and Al," she said pointing first to the man holding her tits, then to the one in back. They wasted no time getting naked. Both were finished undressing before I started taking off my shirt. "Damn, you are the slowest thing I've ever seen. You have never taken this long to get your clothes off before."

"We've never had company before," I said. "I don't understand this. I didn't sleep with anybody else."

"You had your fun at my expense," she retorted. "Now I'm having my fun at your expense. Sit down and shut up." She pointed to her vanity chair, which I pulled out and sat down. "Come on, guys." She grabbed Pete and Al by their cocks and led them to the bed. I hate to admit it, but the sight of Laura surrounded by those three studs was getting to me. As she started to lay down, she noticed me touching myself. "I forgot to explain all the rules," she said. She came over to me and pinned my arms behind my back. "You are only supposed to watch, nothing else. I need a belt." Pete handed his to her. She used it to bind my wrists together.

"This isn't fair," I protested.

"Mike, did you bring that thing you said you had?"

"I sure did," he said holding up a ball gag. She took it from his hand and stepped behind me.

"Laura...." I began. She silenced my by shoving the ball into my mouth and snapping the strap snugly behind my head.

"If you make another sound, or if you attempt to get up, you are going into the closet," she said harshly. "Is that clear?" I nodded my head. Pete dove for her dripping pussy as if he were starving. Within a couple minutes, her head thrashed from side to side with a powerful orgasm. All three of their cocks were up and ready to penetrate her on command. She didn't keep them waiting long. As soon as she had her second climax, she began begging to be fucked. Pete took advantage of his position between her thighs. He scampered up over her and aimed his boner at her pussy. She took him in hand and led him to her tunnel of delights. Greedily she sucked on Al's meat and pumped Mike's with her left hand.

Meanwhile, my own meager member was standing at attention. My breathing was deep and rapid. The sight of my beloved wife being ravaged by those three hunks was driving me into a frenzy. With my hands bound behind my back, I couldn't stroke my cock. I tried rubbing myself with my thighs, but I couldn't apply the pressure necessary for the friction needed to get off. My breathing was rapid and deep. I should have been angry, but I was too turned on to think about anything but getting off. Laura met Pete thrust for thrust. I loved watching porno movies with her, but this was better. It was live, and I knew the star; I slept with the star. I knew what those guys were experiencing, and I envied them. My balls ached for relief. Laura screamed through another orgasm, and Pete kept pumping. The man's stamina was incredible. I had never lasted as long as he had, and he seemed to be just getting started. At some point she swallowed Al's seed, and Mike shot his load on her tits.

Mike came over and knelt beside me. "Man, Pete's something else," he said. "I've never seen a man last as long as he has. I bet you're wishing you'd had eaten something. This is going to be a long night. She wants each of us at least twice. The way he's going, it may be a long weekend. You'd love to kick us all out, wouldn't you?" I nodded my head vigorously. "You brought it on yourself. You posted that picture. You could have respected her wishes, but, no, you had to be the big man, show her who's the boss. Then you got all high and mighty. 'In my family, we raise men, not pricks,'" he said in a mocking tone.

"Did he really say that?" Al asked as he knelt in front of me.

"He sure did," Mike replied. "Considering the size of that teeny weenie, he may be right. Maybe they can't raise pricks." I felt my cheeks flush. Even soft, their dicks were bigger than my boner. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Pete and Laura. I was so hot I was willing to do anything for release. "I bet your jaw is pretty sore by now from having that ball in your mouth." I nodded my head. "He's a pretty good cocksucker. I hate to insult his wife, but he's better than she is. You ought to try him."

"I think I will." Al stood and placed his cock directly in front of my face.

"If you utter a single word, you'll be dumped in the closet until we are through with your wife, or until she tires of us. Understand?" Mike said as he unsnapped the strap and pulled the ball out of my mouth. I nodded my head. Al immediately shoved his flaccid cock into my mouth.

For a moment, I couldn't think of where or how I should begin. Then I remembered how Laura sucked me up. I slid my tongue along the sides of his cock. Slowly it began to grow and press against the back of my throat. I tried to pull back a bit, but he held my head firmly against his groin. I was about to choke when my throat muscles relaxed, and his meat slipped down my gullet. "Damn, he deep throats!" Al shouted. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Laura and Pete had stopped fucking and were watching me. My balls cried for release. I couldn't rub myself or do anything to make myself cum. Al's balls slapped against my chin as he fucked my face. He kept getting harder. I had to adjust my head angle to accommodate his long dick. His balls rose, and he fired shot after shot of hot semen into my stomach.

When Al's prick had gone down enough, I pulled my head back and let it slip from my mouth.

"May I have some water?" I asked just before Mike slammed the ball back into place and snapped the strap.

"I told you to keep quiet," he said angrily. He picked up another belt and lifted me by one arm while Al grabbed the other. They carried me to the closet and tossed me inside. Mike quickly secured my ankles with the belt and slammed the door shut.

The hours passed slowly. The sound of Laura's passion continued unabated. My own manhood remained rock solid. I feared I would have a permanent case of blue balls.

At long last, the closet door opened, and the belts were removed from my arms and ankles. Pale morning light shone through the bedroom window. No one attempted to help me. Fifteen minutes later, Laura returned to the bedroom. I had managed to crawl onto the bed and extend my limbs. She sat beside me and removed the gag from my mouth. Her entire body, especially her thighs, was coated with cum. She stretched out beside me and wrapped me in her arms. "That was quite a night," she said softly. "I hope you learned your lesson." Weakly, I nodded my head. "Originally, I thought about letting you join us, but you had to get smart with Mike. You got trussed up instead. I'm going to give you back your thumb drive. If you post any of my pictures online again, there will be a repeat of last night, complete with you swallowing some cocks."

"You enjoyed those guys, didn't you?" I said.

"Yes, but not nearly as much as a night alone with you."

"Would you like to do it again?"

"Is that a question or a request? I can't believe you want to suck more cocks."

I didn't answer.

I could hardly wait for the meeting to end so I could go home. There should be a couple of emails waiting.