Readers might want to refer back to my Jerkboy Life series first, but this will probably work as stand-alone, jerkoff-husband cuckolding fantasy material. I guess, you weirdos. Enjoy the smut and don't take it too seriously, okay?
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The spring sun felt warm on Jerkboy's chest. He inhaled the scent of freshly mown grass in his backyard and sprawled on the patio lounger, facing the sliding glass door as his wife, Sarah, had instructed.
No one else was home. But Sarah would be returning, soon. Jerkboy let his hand drift to his crotch, habitually, as he began to doze. The absurd royal ringtone on his phone announced the text his wife sent. Jerkboy knew what it was about without looking and the familiar hollow breathlessness came again. With a sigh, he pulled down his athletic shorts and positioned himself.
It was easier when he was allowed to keep his eyes closed. When Sarah made him beat off in front of other women. The sun shone red through his eyelids but Jerkboy knew not to pull his hat down over his face. Fear and dread were familiar friends now, after what Sarah, her mother and her sister had put him through.
It was Carly, his practical work friend and confidante, who had reeled back the lunacy the Landtree women were perpetrating. Yes, he was a stupid, willing participant, but Carly and their former boss, now a important local judge, laid down the law before things got dangerously out of control.
Carly. Years together, with her knowing his secret perversions. Even living next door to each other for a few years, when he was a bachelor. She would have been a wonderful wife, but she had young children from another marriage and told him flatly that they weren't going to have a Jerkboy stepfather. The wave of shame at that memory made his cock harden in his hand.
Sarah and Carly both knew he got the most thrill from humiliating himself before a woman who hadn't seen his 'act' before. The surprise, laughter or sometimes revulsion always pierced his heart as he debased himself. Then the dissociation would come, and he wasn't a man anymore. Just a whining, heaving fuck monkey longing for enough female approval to make himself squirt.
The sound of car doors slamming from the front of the house signaled it was time for another show to begin. Jerkboy pretended to doze as he massaged his meat.
A faint tap from behind the glass door, and Jerkboy knew he was being watched. His stomach tightened involuntarily at the thought of who Sarah had brought home. She had said it would be a big surprise. But it would be "safe," she said, and Carly had approved it.
Getting Sarah and her sister, Suzette, to go along with Carly managing his perversion had required a major negotiation. Jerkboy had to tell the whole lurid story of his past to his wife once he'd explained it to Suzette one evening. And then the meeting, with Judge Barbara Carr, Carly, Sarah, Suzette and Sarah's mom Francine all in a hotel room. With Jerkboy squatting nude in the corner holding his dick, of course, while the women discussed his fate.
The thought of them all there together made him start beating off on the patio. Barbara, who had broken him into what he was now, intoned with her deep contralto how his career took precedence over whatever entertainment value his jerkshows might have.
"See? He has to be managed," Suzette had said. She, Carly and Barbara had outvoted the more craven ideas of Sarah and her lusty mother.
So he was back to just beating off when Sarah let him, or when one of the others used the 'magic command' to have him do it when they happened to be around. A snap of the fingers and a point at his crotch and Jerkboy knew what he was supposed to do.
The trade-off was that he didn't get to beat off in front of Carly at work any more. Sarah really didn't like that part of the story. And Suzette didn't help when she said, "Just beat his ass for it. You'll feel better when you make him cry."
There was a lot of whooping and bawling around the house for a while.
Jerkboy's balls tightened at that memory just as the sliding door opened. He used both hands to cover his crotch and looked to see Sarah and her boyfriend, Carl, striding toward him.
"Oh god, no," he said.
"Oh yes, husband," Sarah said firmly. "Don't stop on our account. Carl said he didn't believe it. So you're going to prove it for me."
She snapped her fingers. It would be a hellacious ass-beating if he balked. And probably in front of Carl, the guy whose cock Sarah has been riding instead of Jerkboy's. She said he had a big one, and with them standing and Jerkboy on the lounger, it was right at eye level. He stole a glance downward. That was a mistake.
"Sure, you can look at my boyfriend's big cock while you beat off," Sarah said in a snide tone. "You know you want to. Why don't you ask him?"
There wasn't an ounce of dignity left. She was completely humiliating him now, worse even than when his wife had made him masturbate in front of her mother.
"Ask."
"Please, may I beat off while I look at your cock?"
Jerkboy could hear the words coming out of his mouth, but he was down a dark hole now. The place where he did his dirty things.
Carl laughed and unzipped his slacks.
"No, you get it out for him," Sarah said.
Jerkboy looked at his hands reaching toward another man's penis and watched one fish out Carl's stupendous shlong. It's spongey feel made the bile rise in his throat.
"Balls too," Sarah said and he had to reach deeper to haul out her boyfriend's massive nutsack. After holding his own genitals these made his inadequacy feel horribly real.
"Good boy. Now show Carl what my Jerkboy husband does."
Any wisp of decency or respect dissipated with the earnest worship strokes Jerkboy performed before his wife's personal fuck tool. The shame made him harden, which just made the humiliation worse.
"He likes your cock, Carl."
"How can you tell?"
They both laughed at Jerkboy's barely average endowment. He remembered when Suzette made him beat off looking at a pic on her phone -- of Sarah's mouth being stretched by Carl's girth. Another wave of fear and dread wracked him.
"Aw, he has a pretty penis," Sarah said. "Lean back and show him, baby."
Jerkboy flopped backward onto the cushion and pulled up on his knees, fully exposing himself to Carl.
"That's my husband. So now you understand . . ."
"Why you've been needing some Carl on the side."
Jerkboy knew his wife had been fucking her work friend. She had even teased him about it. This was a whole new level, though.
"It's a pretty little baby dick, so why don't you suck your thumb for us?" Sarah said.
Jerkboy heard his wife's command and wanted to die inside as his thumb went into his mouth. He knew she liked to watch him fellate the dildo they kept in the house.
"It's like giving yourself a blowjob, sweetie. Show us with your thumb."
Jerkboy had to squeeze his eyes closed to make himself tongue and facefuck himself before them. He knew what she was going to make him do soon.
"That's nice. You know honey, I was thinking of having Carl stay over and you know, have you kind of get him ready. You know what I mean?"
Jerkboy whimpered into his hand as he sucked. He knew.
"Carl says its alright with him if you want to watch us too, and, you know. Beat off."
Jerkboy didn't say anything. It didn't matter any more. He would do whatever she wanted and love her for it.
"You can just sit up and show us if you want that," Sarah said sweetly.
And Jerkboy rolled up onto the edge of the lounger, reached for Carl's cock and put its fat head into his mouth.
"I love you so much," Sarah said as she watched her husband work on Carl as he had with their family dildo. A tear fell out of one eye when he started bobbing. He choked and gagged himself for Sarah, caressed the man's big balls for her, tickled his glans with his tongue for her and felt Carl's hardness grow.
"Oh, you'll be doing this a lot from now on," Sarah said. Jerkboy didn't care. He just wondered how long it would be before his loving wife wanted to see him fucked up the ass.
Carl was a black man, and Barbara Carr had been a black woman. It was just a coincidence, but somehow his blackness made it better for Jerkboy. Maybe it was the similarity in their pubic hair, he wondered, as he jacked Carl's long fat shaft. He had loved the times when Barbara let him shove his nose into her pubes and lap her thick-lipped cunt.
