Diane and Her Hubby
This is a true story. It's not intended for the faint of heart. The dynamics between Diane and her husband were really messed up. I didn't see it until she and I made him our cuck. At one point I even found myself feeling sorry for the guy. But you'll see what I'm talking about when we get there.
I've never considered myself a "Bull." I know that's the term used within the cuckold community. If you'd of told me early in my life I'd be taking a woman as her husband watched, I'd have told you you were nuts. I found the thought intimidating and repulsive. But it is funny how things evolve as we get older. I've had more than my share of women over the years. All ages, sizes and kinks. But of all the women I've enjoyed, Diane was the one I had the longest. I think what brought us together at the time was our mutual need for what each of us offered the other.
Diane and I became acquaintances at the place we both worked. From day one I thought she was an attractive woman. She was a little on the heavy side. But she carried it well, and she was well endowed, which only added to my initial attraction to her. I readily admit I'm a breast man. The bigger the better. But don't get me wrong. As I said before, I've played with all shapes and sizes. And I've enjoyed everyone of them. And most of them came back for more. So I'm guessing they enjoyed it too.
Diane was in her mid 40s when we first met. She was married with three teenage children. At first we were just co-workers. Then I helped her out with a couple of personal items. I always wondered where her husband was in all these situations. I found out soon enough, which I'll tell you about shortly. Our friendship slowly developed into more than just friends. We began having lunch together several times a week.
As our relationship deepened, she began to open up to me about life at home. Her husband hadn't touched her sexually for years. She genuinely couldn't remember the last time he'd touched her in anyway sexually. They even had separate bedrooms. She finally opened up one day completely and told me about him. He was gay with a strong desire to become a woman. He was even taking some type of hormone treatment to help him grow breasts. He flat out told her one day he had no interest in her at all.
When I asked why she stayed married to him, her response was, and I'm sure you've already guessed it, "the kids." She was going to wait till they were out of school before leaving him. The kids had no idea what he was like. She protected them from him as best she could. What she desperately needed was a man to take her like a man, and enjoy her for who and what she was.
That's exactly what I did. I wasn't getting any at home either. That's another story. I don't remember all the details of our first time together. But what I do remember was that she had great difficulty climaxing. I think her hubby had messed with her mind for so long she couldn't remember how to respond to a man. But I worked at it with her until she was completely relaxed with me, and knew I had no expectations of her. I just wanted her to know she was cared for and accepted for who and what she was. When I finally brought her to climax, OMG, the floodgates opened and she let loose.
We met as frequently as we could. Many times we would both take a day off and just stay in a hotel room fucking our brains out. Neither of us could get enough of the other. At one point she began to express an interest in me taking greater control of her and dominating her. I wasn't that familiar with the BDSM lifestyle, or the Dom/sub relationship. So I began reading up on it and studying it. The more I took control of her, the more she was drawn to it. Over the next few years she became my sub and I took control of her as her Dom. We were limited with what we could do, and how much time we could spend together. But when we were together she was my willing "nymphoslut". That's what she enjoyed calling herself.
We had many times together. Probably in the hundreds. I'll recount two of them. The second one being the time we made her hubby our cuck.
One of the most memorable times together was the first time I took her in her own bed at her house. She knew the kids were going to be gone all day, and her hubby was on a road trip. I gave her strict orders before I got there of what I expected. When I got to her house she was to be kneeling on the floor with her back to the door and a blindfold on. I saw that she had obeyed me completely when I walked in the front door. I locked the door behind me and set my backpack down next to her. I walked up to her, knelt behind her and cuffed her hands behind her back. Then I made sure the blindfold was secure. The whole time telling her what a dirty slut she is and what I was going to do to her.
I then pulled out my pocketknife, which was really too long to be a pocket knife, and opened the blade with a 'click.' She knew somewhat what was coming. I stroked her neck and collar bones with the backside of the blade. She gasped softly when the cold steel touched her skin. I could see her beginning to shake. I told her I was going to use her like she'd never been used before. Then I ripped her blouse apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. I used my knife to cut the blouse off her shoulders. Then I slipped the blade under the straps of her bra and sliced them off. Then I slid the blade down the valley between her tits slice the thin material holding the cups together. Her 38DDDs flopped out.
By now she was panting and moaning with every touch of her body. I let her remain kneeling there momentarily as I retrieved a flogger from my backpack. I began a slow and steady flogging of her tits, telling her the whole time this is what they were good for. My entertainment and pleasure. I had her tell me several times what she was and how she was going to serve me. (She confessed to me later that was the most erotic thing that had ever been done to her. She loved every minute of it. Needless to say, we did it again.)
After I had flogged her tits for about 15 minutes, I grabbed a handful of her hair and helped her stand up. I then used my knife again to cut off her shorts and panties. I was prepared to shave her pussy if it was in need of a shaving. I had shaved her before. I led her back to her bedroom, still blindfolded. When we got to the bedroom I sat her in a chair in the corner while I prepared her bed.
I had brought four lengths of rope with me, as well as various paddles, floggers and a riding crop. I tied a length of rope to each of the four corners of the bed frame. Then I helped her get on the bed with her feet up at the headboard. I spread her legs apart, allowing for enough slack to slide her down till her head was hanging over the edge. I then uncuffed her hands and tied them off to the other corners of the bed. When she was spread eagle the way I wanted her, with her head hanging over the edge, I grabbed a few items from my backpack and laid them next to her. Then I pulled off her blindfold.
When her eyes were adjusted I bent down and kissed her, holding her head. "Now I'm going to throat fuck you." I grumbled with lust. "Something I've wanted to do for a long time." I stripped out of my clothes in record time. Then I laid my cock and balls over her mouth and face. I grabbed the riding crop laying next to her and leaned over her body. I began spanking her pussy. "Come one baby. Suck those balls and cock. Show me what a good cock sucker you are." I increased the intensity of my spanking her pussy with each strike of the crop.
She began to squeal and grunt with each slap of her pussy. But she obediently kept her mouth full of my balls, bathing them with her tongue and saliva. I lost track of how many times I spanked her pussy. I finally stopped when I decided it was time for the main event. Those sweet tits of hers were directly beneath me. I grabbed each of them and began kneading and mauling them like they were two pieces of meat. At the same time I laid the head of my cock on her lips. "Open your mouth baby. Time to drain me."
She opened her mouth. I slid my cock into her mouth till I heard her gagging. There has only been a few times in my life that I lost all control because of the lust that overwhelmed me. I heard her gagging, but I didn't care. I had her tits in my hands, kneading them mercilessly. I had my cock buried in her mouth and throat. And she was sucking it like the obedient sub she had become. I fucked her mouth harder than I've ever fucked a woman before or since. My fingers dug into her soft tit flesh as I humped and humped.
I thought my legs were going to collapse under me when my orgasm finally slammed into me. That was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever enjoyed. I continued to pump her mouth long after my orgasm subsided. I didn't want it to end. I finally pulled out and fell back. Her face and hair were covered in my cum and her saliva. She continued to cough and spit, trying to regain her breathing.
I walked around the bed and released her arms and legs from the restraints. When she was completely free from the restraints, she sat up in the bed and threw her arms around me. "Can we do that again?" She asked with a raspy voice.