Cuckolding For Beginners Ch 10

Chapter X

Spreading wings

The adventures in cuckolding dominated our sex life for the following three or four weeks. I had become a regular panty wearer and she refused to allow me to wear anything other than skimpy, lacy or racy underwear. It was humiliating but she loved to tease and taunt me about it, and I always blushed.

It was a constant reminder of the smooth fabric against my skin that I was in a submissive role and even though I had some hair and did nothing to look "good" in panties, the feel of them always brought my sexual status to the front of my mind.

Her older panties often stretched to accommodate my bulk, but we used a small part of my bonus to go shopping and I bought a dozen pairs of underwear with her that were risqué and feminine. She teased me at the cashier of the lingerie store in Manchester, coming up to me as I paying and asking if I had got the "right size as they looked a bit small for me." I blushed as the checkout girl sniggered.

And thus, my underwear drawer became two-thirds women's underwear and one-third male. And I had to ask permission to wear men's underwear that I never got.

While, the impact play and BDSM hadn't been forgotten, my wife was enjoying regular and fantastic sex with random men so much that there scarcely seemed much time for it.

Christina and Bryn were regular visitors to our house and as our cuckold lifestyle drifted from being "new" to being "the norm," Erin's attention turned back to the BDSM and kinky journey we had started on.

Christina was a willing partner-in-crime: the women loved teasing and humiliating their men and there became many times when we were made to wear or do embarrassing things for their entertainment.

I began to enjoy the abuse I received from their hands, and Christina loved making me eat her out as Bryn plowed my wife's cunt with a big strap-on. They taunted us. Intercourse and release was becoming rarer and the use of my horniness to control me was obvious and apparent.

But I was enjoying it. I longed to have my wife dominate me, and her cute innocent eyes offering sadistic taunts always sent my blood racing to my cock.

It was on her "25th cock-versary" that the next stage in my sexual awakening happened; my wife had fucked twenty-five cocks since our journey into cuckoldry and a party was arranged. Christina baked her a cake in the shape of a big prick, and invited us to her "adult party" at the weekend, a few days away. Bryn and I were naked, as we poured champagne into glasses for them and my sluttily dressed wife savoured the attention.

"It's just a pity," my wife muttered. "That I'm on 25 in six weeks and my husband has none!"

"I have my own."

Her eyes met mine and her lips swelled into a smile. "Try it ... for me!"

I was slow to realise what she meant; her lips kissed mine and I tasted the acidic drink on her mouth. "Try what?"

"Try doing this ..." She fell into her knees, running her tongue down the length of my cock until I gasped. "You're heteroflexible, aren't you?"

"Yes, but ..."

"Yes, but what?" Her self-assurance was scarily erotic, her demands unequivocal. She stared up at me with wide eyes, waiting for me to make my next move.

What was I? Sure, I had played with Bryn's cock and brought him to orgasm, and I was open-minded about my sexuality, but Erin was demanding something much further than I had ever gone before.

Yet, something stirred inside of me. The very thought of sliding a man's cock between my lips was strangely enthralling. It scratched an itch, it excited me and it scared me. I shouldn't have those thoughts.

"Who?" I knew the answer to that very question before the word had left my lips. I wasn't concentrating on the present, but my mind was whirring towards the thoughts of my mouth kneeling in front of another man. Of Bryn.

He glanced at me, taking in the scene in front of him, standing prominently in his birthday suit. I stared at him, looking at his bare belly and thick thighs. Never before I had I studied him in such detail noticing every bump and imperfection in his pale skin.

And never before had another cock held my attention for so long; the six inches of erect manhood waiting for a slutty mouth to encircle the uncircumcised head of his pale white dick. His eyes met mine briefly, a wry smile.

They were waiting for me.

Erin slipped her hand into my palm, her warming touch was soothing as I steadied myself, drunk on lust. Scared and excited, nervous and desperate. I slipped to my knees in front of my fellow submissive, as my wife, still kneeling, put her hand on my shoulder.

"Good," she gestured, sliding a single finger under Bryn's erect cock. "Take it in your lips." I did. My mouth moved in to the steely erection, licking my lips as the thick cock slid into my mouth.

His glans was smooth, gliding effortlessly over my lips and onto my tongue as my eyes focused on his mass of thin pubic hair overgrown at the base of his cock.

But my senses were alive. I inhaled his masculine scent, I savoured his taste of sex and my cock throbbed for attention as my head bobbed over his cock-head.

And from a few moments I had gone from shy submissive to cocksucker, gently squeezing his sensitive cock between my lips as I impaled my mouth deeper and deeper onto his manhood.

It was dirty; I felt degraded and disgusting as Erin instructed me to go "deeper" and "faster." Her fingers traced the length of my cock. His manhood speared my lips and every twitch of his delightful organ was enjoyed by the cocksucking cuckold, spreading his wings.

My right hand gripped his shaft, my left hand squeezed his buttocks, idly pressing against his perineum as I pumped him, jerking the millionaire into a frenzied groaning state. My tongue swirled against his smooth cock-head and my lips massaged the smooth shaft.

He was so close.

So was I. Every movement felt so taboo and exhilarating. My wife was transfixed by the sight of her until-now straight husband sucking a man towards orgasm.

And he was. Perilously close.

I allowed my lips to fall from his cock and jerked him passionately, staring up at his screwed-up face closed eyes. He grunted and groaned, gasped and squealed as this cock tightened and shuddered before the first wave of cum landed across my chest.

I felt my own cock twitch; the warm goo landing across my bare hairless torso was scintillating. My thoughts spun; my lust and sexual confusion melting together as I held his squirting cock still to feel wave after wave of semen jettisoned onto my pale skin.

There was near silence; nothing but the heavy breathing of lust-crazed adults disturbed the quiet. I waited for someone to say something, I waited for my wife to do anything.

I waited for my mind to recover: my taste-buds full of sex and my nostrils dancing to the smell of male arousal.

"I better get cleaned up," I muttered, but Christina stopped me from leaving the room, pulling my hand back.

"Bryn, clean up!" She ordered. Her husband smiled; without thinking his tongue swirled over my chest and my pectorals, hoovering his semen from my body.

It tickled. I giggled.

Until he found my nipple: moist warmth massaging my point and sending fiery lust to my cock. He glanced up at me, fidgeting against the cool wall as his hands pinned me to the brickwork and his mouth teased and aroused me.

I gasped as his fingers spread pre-cum over the head of my dick, watching as my sexually submissive friend lowered his mouth, dancing over my belly and pubis to take my cock in his mouth.

And he didn't hesitate, plunging his experienced mouth over my manhood and sucking, running his tongue over my glans as he bobbed quickly and effortlessly over my cock.

I groaned; it was unlike any blow-job I had ever had, the warm pressure was incredibly intense and I was on the edge of the cliff for ages, savouring every twitch and flick of this seasoned cocksucker.

I was oblivious to being centre of attention; I was lost in the moment, feeling the pressure well inside of me. I closed my eyes, groaned, held onto my orgasm for as long as I could, squeezing my buttocks and feeling the intense rush of ecstasy as I reached my peak and spewed streaks of cum into the mouth of my neighbour.

And he just gobbled at it, swallowing my cum as if it was a glass of fine wine. I panted, recovering from my shuddering orgasm and he looked directly at me.

Smiling.

He knew.

They all did.

I had enjoyed it.

Suddenly, my sexuality felt different.