I sat slouched, totally naked in my overstuffed solitary chair, my legs spread slightly, testicles dangling off the edge of my seat, and my hand wrapped around my stiff cock. Blood pumped my generous erection as I gently slid from tip to base and back again, waiting with eagerness as my wife lay stationary with her back against the bed, my chair positioned toward the corner of its queen size. Her petite soft caramel nudeness, substantially round and desirable breasts, large chestnut-toned areolas, nipples erect with arousal, and her swollen pussy that trickled with horny wetness were completely visible from my location, close enough to describe the consistency of her reproductive juices spewing from her dark moist hole and its readiness for entry. Her knees were bent high and legs opened wide, her firm little ass situated close to the edge of the bed, gazing a salacious lustful stare; not in my direction, but targeted toward our acquaintance who stood at the beds end with his hard ample dick in his hand as she patiently waited for him to come near, ready for his thickness to slide into her tender snatch as I sat in my chair to observe their erotic physical encounter.
I was a cuckold. A man who was turned-on by watching his wife make love to another man, and with this instance, prohibited from conversing or partaking in anything sexual between them, instructed to sit quietly and witness their impure adulterous copulation and the intense fucking she would likely endure; only allowed to masturbate to the sounds of her sexual delight, and instructed not to ejaculate until she commanded. Being a cuckold can be an enormously obscene and humiliating position that most men would never eagerly pursue, demanding a vast amount of trust, confidence, and subservience for it to materialize into a prosperous engagement. It's regarded as a subclass form of BDSM, a dominance vs. submission fetish that directs a woman, known as the cuckoldress, to exert control over her man, ordering him to voluntarily watch her unfaithful acts and enjoy the indignity of her perverted behavior; its purpose is to increase the enjoyment of the couple's sex life.
The deviant pleasures in seeing this affair are undoubtedly geared toward the man, witnessing sex like a live pornographic movie, but the dominant sense of power and authority in forcing their partner to watch the acceptance of pleasure from another, is often a woman's enjoyment in this unusual sexual arrangement. When performed by a married couple, it presumes the nuptial pair have relinquished the standard ideas of marital singularity, or the concept that sex between husband and wife is intended for them alone, and rewards her with more than just the dominance over her spouse, but a unique sexual embrace that differs from the traditional arousal of her husband, gifting her with newly discovered sexual enjoyments while still preserving her matrimonial oath.
As mentioned, the husband is compensated with the breathtaking and unexplained joy of watching his wife, gratified that she's involved in a sexual relationship outside their marriage bed and accepting of her infidelity, stimulated in seeing a stranger's dick penetrate her pussy over and over again. He knows that what she's receiving in that moment is an original sexual experience like he once provided her the first time they made love, that delightfully awkward sensation of an unfamiliar cock sliding gently inside by a stranger. For me, a cuckold was the ultimate form of voyeurism, a viewable fornicating vulgarity on steroids; a way to admire my wife's sexual pleasures from a distance and hear her sounds of absolute serenity brought on by our "bull," or the man chosen to give her pleasure, confident that our ill-behaved exploration would deliver her a sensual nirvana of ecstasy, hoping that our cuckold would accelerate our sex life toward a more invigorating and enjoyable union.
The proximity of my chair allowed me to gain an incredible view of our bull's cock. It was massive compared to mine, pushing the span of 9 inches with a 5 ½ to 6-inch girth, a range that would definitely stretch my wife farther than she'd ever been stretched before, unsure if her pussy would be able to tolerate its totality, realizing that his size was something her vagina was not used to accepting. As I stared in awe of this man's magnitude, I peeked at my wife's face, curious to see if she understood what she was about to withstand, and to my surprise, seen a stare of hunger and preparedness, nibbling her lower lip with a thirsty glow of greed and delight, signifying that she was fully aware and eager for his enormity to be buried bottomless inside her, relishing in the fact that I would be witness to this man filling her cavity beyond its limits.
With my subpar comparison still gripped in my hand, I lingered with optimism as he stepped close to the edge of the bed, seizing his thickness at its base with two fingers and a thumb, placing its mushroom-cut curve against the entrance of her oozing honey-hole. The symmetry between them was tremendously unbalanced, his dick was much thicker than her dainty hole appeared to allow. But without hesitation he progressed, slowly pushing his swelled tip against her narrow snatch, wedging its stout circumference against her slender spread, struggling to gain any depth. Her body jerked unwillingly with each jab, a natural reaction to the anticipated discomfort she would experience once he made entry, trying hard to relax her vaginal path and accept his girthy presence, primed for the deep descent of his dick and the sensations it would trigger. Although I've never had any attraction toward men, the intense hindrance of his insertion stirred a craving to reach out and grab ahold of his manhood myself and help guide it into her snug moistness, but I knew it was against the rules to engage and waited for his persistence to win.
Completely captivated, and now stroking my dick a little faster, I leaned forward and gazed attentively at his efforts as he resituated his hand high around his cock, just below the cut of his shaft, and applied his thumb against his circumcised cap like a push bar, steering the head downward into her hole, still straining to penetrate her gash. With every delicately positioned prod, he failed repeatedly in compelling the tip to slip inside, understanding that if he could just slither the peak in, the rest would easily follow. Each press from his significant size triggered a tight curl in her toes, moans of indulgence to radiate from her lips, and a body that trembled with pleasurable pain and lustful anticipation.
After numerous ineffective attempts, her reluctant pussy finally surrendered to his admission, his round bulky crown plunged inside like a billiard ball dropping into the side pocket of a pool table. Her powerful vaginal strength clamped around his infiltrated dome, and the stretched lips of her canal sealed tightly against his thick shaft like a suction cup clinging to glass, her mouth expelling a screech of delightful thrill and overwhelming discomfort the moment his rim breached her passage. He stood stationary for only a moment, resting the tip of his dick snuggly inside her void before gently shifting his weight forward, gradually inserting the remainder of his 9 inches like a passenger train entering a station, determined to reach the bottom of her creamy cavity or die trying. Her body quivered with every inch her pussy swallowed, shooting her rich sticky love-sauce from the sides of its constriction, coating his dick and balls like water bursting from a squirt gun, angelic cries of satisfaction roaring between her yelps of felicity as her pussy spread beyond its limits of consumption and devoured the total sum of his prick.
