A Cuckolds Awakening

[All characters are 18 years or older.]Fpuberty

A Cuckold's Awakening

How to be a cuckold hubby and enjoy more and better sex than you ever thought possible!

Erotic Fiction

by

Casey Bea

[Author's note: The following story was brought to me by one of my loyal readers, and he claims that it is absolutely true. With no way to verify that assertion, I have changed the names, made a few literary adjustments, and am publishing it as fiction. I hope it is entertaining to many and inspirational to some. Enjoy!

Love,

Casey]

Part-1

Stud to Cuck

Hello. My name is David and I am a cuckold.

If that statement brings to mind a wimpy guy with a tiny, unsatisfying dick, and a gorgeous oversexed trophy-wife, you're half right. My wife is stunning and would probably be diagnosed as a nymphomaniac if she ever talked to a shrink.

I, on the other hand, am six-foot, a hundred and eighty pounds, in good physical shape, and have an eight-inch cock that is about an inch-and-a-quarter thick with a slightly fatter, sharply-defined knob.

So, why would I willingly subject myself--and admit--to being a cuckold? The simple answer is that it arouses the shit out of both my wife and me. This is the story of how we arrived at that startling revelation.

I met Hope while we were both in college and we fucked on the second date. Through our sophomore and junior years we dated other people but kept circling back one another.

My

reason to keep coming back to her was that I had never met another woman who was so energetic, enthusiastic, insatiable, and imaginative about sex.

Her

reason was that all of the guys she dated wanted exclusivity (not that I blame them!) but that wasn't her nature. She should have gotten a tattoo that read, "So Many Positions; So Little Time."

In high school I had joined the karate team, eventually earning my black-belt, and that probably gave me the self-confidence--mentally as well as physically--to not feel threatened by other guys dating Hope. She would later tell me that that tolerance and acceptance of her wild-oat-sowing lifestyle was one of the things that she found so attractive in me. Not only was I not possessive of her, I would actually ask her about her dates with other guys, which she loved to talk about while I stroked my stiff, drooling boner in front of her. She was a very good erotic storyteller and her narratives often became part of our foreplay.

Another attractive thing about me in her mind was my willingness to try just about anything. One night after a cum-in-her-mouth blowjob she got me to kiss her so I could taste my own jism. It was something that none of her other partners would do. After that, she would hold my splooge in her mouth so we could share it, or if I blew my load in her cunt I'd get down there and eat her hot creme-pie after which we'd share a steaming pussy-and-cum flavored kiss.

As a nympho, she naturally enjoyed anal sex--which her other boyfriends were all over!--but she couldn't get any of them to take what they were so happy to dish out. Few would even take a finger up their butt. I, on the other hand, let her rim my tight little pucker, stick her vibrator up my ass, and eventually let her fuck me with a strap-on while I jerked off.

By the end of our senior year we were engaged, and for the next six months or so we were completely monogamous. Then, a couple of weeks before the wedding, Hope's bridal party and girlfriends--knowing the nympho life she was about to leave behind--wanted to throw her a shower in one of those anything-goes venues in Vegas with male strippers who would do more than just strip.

Classy lady that she is she told me about it and asked if I was okay with it. I told her to go and have all of the final-fling fun she wanted as long as she told me about it when she came back. She did me one better by bringing back photos and videos on her phone.

Wearing a wedding dress and bridal veil that one of her girlfriends had supplied, I saw pictures of her getting her naked pussy eaten while lying across the bar; I saw her on her knees giving two different men blowjobs while her friends cheered her on; there was a video of her maid-of-honor shoving Hope's head up and down a long cock, forcing it down her throat; and another video of her getting spit-roasted by two guys while her friends held her stretched spread-eagle over a table. All of this while her wedding gown was pulled up to expose her naked ass and pulled down to free her gorgeous tits.

She fucked my brains out after we looked at the pictures and videos and she told me--in hot erotic detail--about the whole night. Before we drifted off to sleep she thanked me for allowing her one last nympho fling.

During our first year of marriage, we were completely faithful to each other and enjoyed the frequent sex of newlyweds with probably a lot more variation than most. On the weekend before our one-year anniversary, we were watching her Vegas videos streamed onto the big TV in our bedroom, and as she stroked my stiff cock, I asked, "You want to go up to Vegas for our anniversary and reenact that?"

She blinked and said, "Seriously? Like with other guys?"

"Yeah," I said. "Frankly, I'm more than a little envious that all your girlfriends got to watch you sucking and fucking those guys and all I got was pictures and video clips." I kissed her, and went on, "And I know it can't have been easy for you to leave that wild, free-spirited sex life behind for this humdrum one."

"We're not

humdrum

!" she said. "Spanking, bondage, pegging with a strap-on, and a drawer full of other sex toys is hardly humdrum."

"True," I said, "But when you tell me some of your stories from the old days I can hear the longing in your voice. And watching this sure has your juices flowing," I added as I wiggled my finger between her pussy-lips. You miss it, don't you?"

She began to reply, "Of course not. I don't want to..."

But I cut her off by lifting her, flipping her onto her belly, and pulling her across my legs. I landed a hard slap on her ass, and demanded, "Admit it! Tell me that you miss being a nympho!" I smacked the other cheek, and said, "Admit that you miss sucking strange cocks and getting fucked by other men!" I then gently rubbed the two pink spots, and said calmly, "And tell me that I can watch the next time you do it."

"Oh, fuck, baby!" she moaned. "God, I love you!"

***

By the time our anniversary got there a week later, Hope had picked up a wedding gown at a thrift store and had reserved a bridal suite in Vegas. She had also come up with a wonderful fantasy to act out. We were going to pretend that it was our wedding night and have a thresome with my best man.

In the big, plush room--she in her gown and I in my tux--I took her in my arms, and after a long passionate kiss, I said, "Happy wedding-day, Mrs. Smith! You've made me the happiest man on the planet! I love you!"

"I love you, too!" she said. "Now, let's get out of these clothes and act like the newlyweds we are!"

I barely had my tie and cummerbund off when a knock came on the door. I opened it to find my "best man" standing there. (It was actually one of the guys that Hope had fucked during her bridal shower a little over a year ago. She had arranged for him to be part of the wedding-night fantasy she'd come up with.)

"Um, hi, Todd," I said acting my part as the surprised groom. "This isn't really a good time. We're just getting ready for bed." I chuckled, and added, "But I don't mean to sleep."

"Oh, then you haven't had your first marital fuck yet," he said as he pushed his way past me into the room. "Perfect timing on my part."

"Hey, come on, Todd. Take off," I said. "We don't need an audience."

"That's up to you," he said as he walked toward Hope. "

You're

going to be the audience, not me. I'm here to collect on that Super Bowl bet from two years ago."

"What? No!" I said. "Come on, man. We were drunk and I didn't even know Hope then. Come on, I'll give you the two-hundred-bucks I didn't have back then."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Hope said to me with well-acted suspicion. We were actually playing out the scenerio that she had mostly come up with.

"Oh, Davy didn't mention when he proposed that he had bet your pussy against my two-hundred-bucks on a football game... and lost?"

"What?" she said glaring at me.

"Oh, yeah," Todd went on with a satisfied smirk while looking at Hope. "He said that if he lost, when he got married I could fuck his bride in her wedding gown, even before he did." He then turned to me, and said, "Isn't that right, Davy?"

"Come on, man! I was drunk out of my mind," I protested. "I'll give you four-hundred to just call off the bet and leave."

Hope looked at me, and said, "I knew you had a gambling problem when I agreed to marry you, but I didn't know it was

that

bad; betting something that was wasn't even yours to lose." She looked Todd up and down, then added, "Maybe making you watch while he collects will teach you a better lesson than a whole year of gamblers anonymous meetings."

She then put her arms around him and kissed him hard, and he grabbed her ass through the snug-fitting satin gown.

When she broke the long, steaming kiss, she pulled the chair away from the desk and out into the middle of the floor. She sat down and told me, "You already took my garter off downstairs and Todd managed to catch that. Now, get down here and take my panties off and let him have those as a memento, too."

As I got down on my knees in front of her, Todd moved around behind her. As I lifted the hem of her dress, he reached down and took hold of both of her tits through the gown. He squeezed them hard and she let out a low moan.

I worked the dress up and she lifted her ass off the seat so I could get it all the way up around her waist. It left her sitting there in a white garter belt hooked to her white stockings, and a pair of white silk panties.

I looked up as Todd mauled her tits, and he said, "Come on, buddy, those panties aren't going to take themselves off. Let me see the two-hundred-dollar snatch that you lost!"

Hope glared at me and said, "Do it, hubby. Show him the pussy that you lost before you ever even saw it!"

In the wedding-night fantasy that Hope and I had discussed my "best man" was going to join us and we would have a three-way with him. The gambling thing and my "punishment" was something that she came up with on her own or maybe with Todd. Hope and I had never gotten into any dom/sub stuff before, but it was obvious from the look on her face, the tone in her voice, and the wetness in the crotch of her panties that she was enjoying her dom role now. And the stiff boner in my pants made it quite obvious that I found her assertiveness to be very arousing. If being her sub turned her on that much then it was a role I was happy to play.

With a make-believe forlorn look, I took hold of the waistband of her panties and as I pulled them down she lifted her ass again. A few seconds later I had them off over her high-heel shoes.

"Take a big, deep sniff of what you're missing out on and hand them to Todd," Hope said. "He can hang them from the mirror of his car so his friends will ask for the story behind them."

I sniffed, and the glorious smell only made my dick stiffer. I handed them to Todd, he took a long sniff, too, and put them in his tux jacket pocket.

"Now Todd," Holy said to me. "Take his dick out of his pants--his fat balls, too! Let's get a good look at my wedding gift!"

Todd moved around and stood in front of me as I was on my knees. I pulled down his zipper and reached inside. It didn't surprise me that he was commando, but that he didn't have a raging hard-on like I did

was

a surprise. But then I realized that he was a professional at this sort of thing and probably had far more control than I could imagine.

When I got his dick and his balls snaked out and hanging through his fly, Hope told me, "Get him hard, hubby! Get his cock ready to slide up my cunt and take the wedding-night honor that you blew two years ago!"

Todd's was the only other penis I had ever touched besides my own, but I didn't find the feel of it to be revolting or anything. I admit that I've had a bit of a curiosity about other dicks for some time. Did other men get as many hard-ons as I did? (Quite a few!) Did they jerk off as often as me? (A lot!) Were their cocks bigger or smaller than mine?

After I got my first blowjob in high school, and saw that my girlfriend actually seemed to

enjoy

sucking my cock, I made a point of watching closely when she and each successive girlfriend gave me oral sex. One of them wouldn't do it at all, a couple didn't seem to like it very much--doing it just to get me wet before we fucked or as

quid pro quo

for eating their pussy--but many appeared to enjoy sucking cock almost as much as fucking. One liked it even more. I came in her mouth far more times than in her pussy.

So, I have to say that my curiosity was well piqued when I started to pull on Todd's nearly-flaccid dick and feel it begin to grow in my hand.

"Use your mouth!" Hope commanded me.

I don't know if she had some undisclosed fetish about guy-guy sex; if she had a secret fantasy about seeing me, in particular, suck a cock; if she was just acting out her dom role; or if she was reading my mind, but the result was the same. I lifted Todd's half-hard dick and took its fat squishy knob in my mouth.

All of the mental images of my girlfriends--and of course Hope--sucking my dick flashed through my head as I got to experience what they had, and suddenly understood the attraction.

I closed my lips lightly behind the fire-helmet ridge of his cock-head, locking it in my mouth. Then, as I slid my encircling finger and thumb back and forth along the exposed part of his dick, I washed my tongue all over his knob as I sucked and pulled it out to full length. He very quickly grew to full erection and I found myself feeling a bit of pride that I got him aroused so fast. I had to guess that that feeling was also one of the things my female partners liked about giving a blowjob.

I sucked on his knob as I rubbed my tongue around under it and even up into his pee-hole. With his cock now stiff, I wrapped more fingers around it and began to jerk him off, sliding my hand from my lips to the smoothly-shaven root of his boner.

"Good boy!" Hope said. "Now suck the whole thing! Suck his dick and get it ready for the pussy you're not going to get tonight!"

I leaned forward and slid my lips down the length of his cock, feeling every little ripple and vein-bulge along the way. With his dick filling my mouth as far as my gag reflex would allow, I held still and swirled my tongue around as I stroked the several inches that still remained outside. The feeling against my cheeks, my tongue, the roof of my mouth, and even the entrance to my throat; the heat of his dick; the slight musky taste; and even the moan that escaped his throat all reinforced my understanding of why many women like to give blowjobs.

I was so focused on this surprisingly-arousing new experience (my boner was drooling in my shorts) that I had forgotten that Hope was there and watching the whole thing until she upped the ante by telling Todd, "Hold onto his head and fuck his mouth! Surely there's interest that needs to be paid on a two-year-old lost wager."

He took hold of me and began to rock his hips, pushing his cock farther in than I'd been able to take it myself, and out until I was sucking on just the tip of his fat knob. As he fucked my mouth I began to pick up the taste of his pre-cum and I let out an involuntary moan around his sliding dick.

"Well, well," Hope said in a taunting tone. "I think my cuckold hubby

likes

sucking cock!"

"Most good cuckolds do!" Todd said as he continued to jab his cock in and out of my sucking mouth.

Cuckold

.

That was the first time I thought about what I was doing as being a cuckold husband. That term had always seemed so demeaning and brought to mind some wimpy guy sitting home beating off his undersized dick while his sexy wife--whom he couldn't satisfy--was out partying and getting laid by strangers. But a glance at my wife's naked pussy--wet with her sexual excitement, and then at her face--wearing an expression of total arousal that I knew very well, told me that this role-playing was turning her on a lot! And I am all over

anything

that turns my wife on, so I was sure as hell going to play along and be her cuckold hubby for the night if that's what she wanted.

"Take your dick out of your pants, hubby!" Hope commanded me. "I want to see how turned on you are to be my cuckold!"

The answer was

A lot!

and as Todd continued to feed me his stiff cock I undid my pants and then managed--with a bit of contorting--to snake my boner out through the fly of my snug boxer shorts. I then rebuttoned my pants, leaving my stiff-as-a-pipe erection sticking straight out.

I smeared my pre-cum down the length of my cock and I began to slowly stroke it as I got my mouth fucked, but Hope said, "Hey! I didn't tell you to take that thing out for

your

enjoyment! Leave it alone. If you're a good cuck and after Todd is paid in full, maybe

then

you can jerk off."

"Speaking of getting paid," Todd said, "as good as your hubby sucks cock, it's really your hot little snatch that's on the line here."

"Undress him!" Hope said to me. "I want to see his hot body while he's taking his payout."

With his dick still in my mouth and his pants already undone, I slid them off his butt and after he pried off his shoes I helped him out of them. I then stood up, and as our boners bumped one another, I undid his tie and his shirt. Half a minute later he was bare-ass naked and standing there with a hard-on that pointed slightly upward.

I'm not typically attracted to men, but Jesus, Todd was good-looking! Washboard abs, firm pecs, narrow waist and broad shoulders, and a tight, round ass. If I was going to go gay, Todd is the one I'd want to go with!

"Very nice!" Hope said agreeing with my unspoken thoughts as she looked my naked "best man" up and down. "So, why don't you come over here and take the first installment on what my cuck hubby owes you?" Hope said. "Come over here and eat my cunt!" To me, she said, "You can stand there with your dickey hanging out and watch."

With her wedding gown pulled up around her waist and her stocking-clad legs spread wide, Todd got on his knees and put his face into her naked, wet pussy. He lapped up and down, several times, no doubt savoring that wonderful taste of arousal the same way that I do when Hope is hot and horny. Then he opened his mouth and I could tell from his head motions and her moaning that he was pushing his tongue up her cunt-hole.

She put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him into her crotch even tighter as she shifted her ass on the chair to rotate her hips for him. After another soft moan, probably from a little deeper tongue penetration or maybe some clit attention, she looked up at me, smiled, gave me a wink, and silently mouthed, "

Thank you!

"

I mouthed, "

My pleasure! I love you!

" in reply and reached for my aching boner.

Right back into her dom role, Hope said to me, "Uh, uh! I told you no touching! But since you seem to need to stroke a dick, get down behind Todd like a good cuck and stroke

his

fat cock while he eats my pussy!"