Her New Tattoo

In case you missed the tags, this story contains loving cuckoldry, humiliation, and small penis humiliation. If that is not your thing, save your time.

Dave had fallen asleep on the couch's recliner again. He had been watching a documentary, or an old western, he wasn't sure. He'd had the TV for background noise while he read. As was his habit around the house, he was nude.

He had been trying to wait up for his wife, the love of his life, Katrina.

When she came in, it was very late. She regarded him for a moment, dozing peacefully. Damn she loved him. She thought about how lucky she was to actually have a soulmate. Many of her girlfriends were not so fortunate. Her husband was tall, built like a bull, kind, and intelligent.

She picked up the book laying on his chest and set it aside. The cerebral nature of what he was reading reaffirmed her thoughts about his intellect.

The couch was against the wall, so she knew it would not tip over. She pulled her panties down from under the sundress she wore and dropped them on the floor. Then, as gently as she could, she stepped up, straddling him with her feet on the couch.

Quickly, before he could wake up, she knelt down, dropping her sex onto his face.

That woke him up. Having his face in her crotch was his favorite place, and she knew it. He responded almost immediately, if groggily, tracing her shaved labia with his tongue lovingly.

Dave could smell the aroma of sex and could taste the hint of it. He noted that her nether lips, normally taut, were distended. He knew what was about to happen when she pressed the flat of her hand against her flat tummy.

He covered her entire mons with his mouth as a voluminous flow of milky fluid flowed out of her, and into him. Good grief, he thought. Between the wrecked condition of her womanhood and the amount of cum he was having to swallow, she must have found a real monster tonight.

He wanted to hear all about it, but first things first. Ladies cum first. Always. When the flow had ebbed, he began lashing her clit, gently out of respect for her tenderness, until she clutched his hair in her hands, moaned passionately, pressed herself more tightly against his face, and covered it with her orgasmic release.

She groaned, "Gawd, I love you."

"I ov u too." Muffled, but she understood.

He gently kissed the inside of her thighs, her nether lips, the space above her womanhood, until she was ready again. Then he bathed her bud softly with the flat of his tongue, then lashed it with a pointed tongue, then back again. He continued alternating as another orgasm approached.

Now his big hands grasped one of her bodacious butt cheeks, helping to support her on his face.

Since he drew it out, taking his time building her up, her orgasms were more violent this time, more prolonged. Now she was fucking his face. what little semen had still been within her was washed and expelled out by the completeness of her orgasms.

After this, she tapped his arm, to let him know she was finished.

Again, he thought, she must have really gotten it good tonight. Normally she wanted at least to have a dozen of his cunnilingus cums.

She lay on the couch facing him, resting her head on his naked thigh.

As she reached for his incredibly turgid cock, he spoke, "Wow, it must've been really good this time?"

She fondled him lackadaisically, "How could you tell?

It took him a moment to respond. He was lost in the pleasure of her touch, "Not being mean, but he tore your snatch UP, and either he did you more than once, or he came a gallon. Was he big?"

She smiled groggily. The fantastic fucking and the beautiful cunnilingus had her spent, and she was struggling to keep her eyes open, "Biggest I ever saw... he was huge, and perfectly shaped. He was really nice, too..."

"Are you... ungh... gonna see this one again?"

Her hand fell away. She was out like a light. He sighed, his penis head flaring as if wondering where she went. Dave pulled a blanket from the back of the couch to cover her. Then he picked up his book as a distraction until his dick would allow him to sleep.

He awakened to the aroma of frying bacon and brewing coffee. Two of his favorite things. Its not that she did not normally cook for him, but after she got laid, he could depend upon some pampering for awhile.

He got up and walked quietly into the kitchen. She had her back to him at the stove. She was nude now also. He watched the way her beautiful ass moved with appreciation. He noticed there were large handprints on both cheeks where someone, not him, had gripped her tightly while fucking her.

When she sensed his presence and turned to smile at him, he saw the deep purple hickies on her breasts and throat.

His cock was hard as steel again.

Her voice was sweet, "Aww, widdle Davey is happy to see me, isn't he?"

She loved him dearly and could never do anything to really hurt him. But she had learned long ago, when they had first begun dating, that he LIKED to be humiliated. When she had made some innocently sarcastic remark at his expense, he would blush furiously... but his dick would get hard, and his breath would become ragged.

If they were making love, he would ask if he was pleasing her. If she said yes, trying to boost his ego, there was no change. He kept asking, and one night on a whim, frustrated with the questions, she had spouted off, "Well, it'd be better if you knew how to fuck."

She had been surprised when he had cum immediately, even sooner than his usual two minutes. She loved him so much that his inability to make her cum with his dick was something she could live with. She would have accepted it anyway... but the fact that he absolutely loved eating her out, and always made her cum that way, was an incredible plus. She had been shocked the first time he had dropped down and licked her to orgasm after filling her with his sloppy jizz. He refused to let her go unsated. She knew how lucky he was.

As she placed his breakfast in front of him, she reflected. His being a cuckold was his fault. It had been his idea.

She wanted to drop to her knees and take his manhood in her mouth... she wanted to blow him while he ate to thank him for how much he loved her.

But she resisted. She had learned that after she had gotten laid, he had an innate desire to be punished. He wanted her to deny him any relief because she'd had to go outside their marriage to get fucked properly. So, she would wait. In a week or so, she would either go down on him or mount him and ride him to an all too quick orgasm. Then feed it to him.

For that week, he would be insatiable. Every opportunity he got, anytime she would let him, he would devour her til SHE came.

And she could be safe in the knowledge that he was not masturbating to get relief. He did not want relief, no matter how much he NEEDED it... he wanted to be punished for his sexual ineptitude.

It had been after a failed intercourse session that he had fallen beside her and groaned, "We need to talk... I cannot do this anymore."

Tears had welled up in her eyes. She was incredibly frustrated... to top off her sacrifice of her own sexual needs, he was going to leave her??

"D-do what?"

He had spoken in a whisper, "I cannot keep letting you do without for my sake. Damnit, you are a young woman, Kat. You deserve to be made love to properly, and I obviously cannot do it. I love you and will always be here for you. But you deserve better."

He struggled to explain, but in the end, he gave her a hall pass. A permanent hall pass, as long as she came home to him, and made him hear every detail as punishment.

It had taken a long time, and many conversations, for her to understand that he really, honestly wanted this for HER. That he wanted her to experience what he could not do, and he would not leave.

The first time she had gone out with the girls and let herself be "picked up" clandestinely and fucked silly by a guy with stamina, she had felt incredible guilt. And she always would, every time. But it was assuaged by the response of her loving husband. He never got mad... he was obviously humiliated, but also obviously elated that she had "gotten what she deserved"... and he was getting what he deserved for not being equal to the task.

She eventually stopped trying to soothe his self flagellation over it, realizing that was just part of it for him. He was not depressed or beating himself up... he liked the humiliation. And he truly wanted her to be happy and satisfied.

So it was that as he ate his breakfast, she sat across from him so that he could see her well fucked body, and described in intimate detail all that Aiden had done to her... repeatedly and for a long time each time. How incredible it had felt to be filled beyond what she had believed possible, and how often he had made her cum. How he had never subjugated himself to licking her pussy... he didn't have to, because he gave her multiple orgasms with his huge, long-lasting, man-sized cock.

She was not being hateful or cruel, at least not intentionally. It was as if she were sharing the experience with a trusted girlfriend.

But it was her husband. And his incredibly turgid dick was leaking a pool of pre-cum on the seat beneath him.

By the time she had finished telling the story, reliving it, she was horny too. When she and Dave had first gotten together, she would never have dreamed of being selfish. But he had worn her down over time and made her understand she deserved pampering and should feel free to "take hers" while denying him.

So, when she backed her chair away from the table, scooted her butt forward, spread her legs and pointed downward with one regal finger, he did not hesitate. He was on his knees enjoying his favorite dessert and giving her several orgasms.

Later that night as they lay in bed it occurred to him to ask again, "So. Do you plan to see this one again?"

Since that first time, over the period of a couple of years, she had bedded maybe ten different guys, but never more than once. From her condition when she came home, and her demeanor, he suspected that might change.

She blushed, "I had not given it serious thought, but now that you mention it, would it bother you if I did?"

He snuggled her in close, "I don't think so. I would be okay with it." What he did not say was that he would be okay with it because it was safer for her.

She kissed him, suddenly a little giddy, "Goody. He really does seem like a nice guy; I think you would like him. And, well, the rest is obvious."

Katrina ambushed him the following Saturday morning. Waking before him, she mounted his morning wood and waited until he was fully awake. When he was, she began gyrating upon him slowly, trying to make it last as long as possible for him. She had no illusion that he would get her off. Her skills managed three minutes before her beloved husband groaned in orgasmic agony and filled her with his hot cum.

She stayed in place to allow him to savor the sensations. He knew the rules, he had made them. She swung around and planted her sloppy womanhood on his mouth. He was required to clean himself out of her and then make her cum at least twice. She knew it was humiliating for him, and that was part of why he liked it. Not that he ever minded her pussy on his face.

What she demanded occasionally she did now. She took his manhood in HER mouth and gently brought him back to tumescence. Due to his lack of stamina and his near continuous state of arousal, she would make him cum twice more before she was sated herself.

There seemed to be a natural progression in the months to come. At first, Katrina kept going out to the bar with her friends but met up with Aiden after. After Aiden fucked her silly, she always returned home to her husband, sharing the story and the proceeds.

Then she was going out with her friends less often and going to see Aiden more frequently. Then always home to Dave.

Of course, it occurred to Dave that he may be losing her to this other man. Struggling with it, he gave it a lot lf thought. In the end, he chose her happiness over his own... if he lost her, so be it. Besides, she no longer had to vet random guys at bars, which always made him nervous. Everything she shared about Aiden indicated he was not only a great lover, but he was also a good guy. Safe.

Then one night after she had fed her husband the other man's leavings, she fell next to him in bed and casually stroked his turgid phallus.

She worked up the courage, "Can I ask you something? Can we talk?"

Dave figured this was THE talk. He stammered, "Of course, I understand."

She didn't like the sound of that, "You understand WHAT?"

There was silence for quite awhile. "I cannot hold a candle to him. I figured this was coming, and I just want you to be happy. I won't fight the divorce."

She suddenly gripped his cock in a death grip. Not quite angry, but aghast, "You get that the FUCK outta your head right fucking now. I ain't fucking leaving you!"

He squirmed under the pain of her grip. He couldn't say he did not like it. "Thank God. Wh-what do you want to talk about then?"

She released his member, "Sorry, I hope I didn't hurt him."

Dave turned red, "For future reference... he liked it."

She shook her head and smiled, "I love you; ya perv."

She sat up, sitting Indian style next to him so she could look him in the eyes. She was not submissive, but lacked the confidence she normally displayed, "I, um... I want you to meet him, maybe have dinner to get to know each other..."

He was a little perplexed, but not averse to the idea, "Okay. Can I ask why?"

It took her a moment to formulate her answer, even though it had been on her mind for awhile. "Well, first, let me tell you some stuff. One is that I have gotten really tired of the bar scene. I don't want to do that anymore; I don't want to 'date' like that."

"Okay, I can understand that. I would feel the same way."

She touched his arm, to increase their connection, "At the same time... you were right. I cannot go back to not having good dick..."

She stopped when he flushed with embarrassment, but then continued, "With penetrative sex type orgasms. You have always taken care of me. But you WERE right."

He laughed lightly, "Thank you for explaining, but you could have left it at good dick. You know I like it when you're honest and a little heartless about it."

She grew more confident with that, "Okay, I need the incredible fucking Aiden gives me, that you obviously can't."

She watched his cock pulse, even though he turned beet red.

"But at the same time... I miss YOU every time I am over there. I miss you terribly. So, I was hoping if ya'll hit it off, maybe he could start coming here when we get together. Do you think that is possible?"

He pulled her to him. That had made him feel very loved. "Well, let's find out."

They agreed that she would invite Aiden over the next weekend for dinner. Dave would grill some steaks, and they could sit on the deck by the pool and chat. It was Katrina's idea to establish up front there would be no sex that day. It should only be about getting to know each other.

Aiden of course had known she was married; she never hid the fact. She had told him that her husband had given her a hall pass and was fully aware of their tryst. He was still nervous about meeting her hubby, making the question of whether she had been completely honest about his consent to another man fucking his wife much more real.

When the doorbell rang, Katrina was in the kitchen prepping the food for the grill. Without thinking, she hollered, "Babe, will you get the door?"

Dave swung the door open and immediately saw the panic in their visitor's eyes.

Aiden wanted to turn and run. Kat had told him her husband was a big guy. But considering the fact the man could not please his wife, and was willingly being cuckolded, he was expecting someone maybe taller, but out of shape and a doofus. What loomed over him was at least half a foot taller, muscle bound, very fit, with intellect in his eyes. Certainly not a fool. This guy could easily break his 5'8", medium build frame in half.

Dave intuited all of those thoughts and extended his huge hand for a handshake. "Hello, I'm Dave. Welcome. Katrina is in the kitchen, come on in."

Aiden walked in, wondering if the big man was going to cave his skull in from behind. He did not do so. When he saw Kat smiling at them both, he relaxed a bit. Maybe he would not die tonight.

They shared a beer or two as Dave grilled their dinner. Dave came to believe Aiden was not an obnoxious prick, and Aiden realized Dave was not a homicidally jealous husband.

Their discussions revealed that they had similar interests... history, travel, golf... and Katrina. They actually liked each other.

In the next few weeks, Dave and Aiden texted jokes back and forth, got together for lunch or a round of golf, they were becoming fast friends.

So, it was not long until Katrina was planning an evening at Aiden's apartment, and it was Dave who said, "I think we are past that now, aren't we? You may as well just invite him over here. We have the guest room. That way neither of you has to get up and drive home in the middle of the night."

She was giddy, "Are you sure? Now I'm as concerned about messing up ya'll's friendship as messing with mine with him..."

He held her close, "Not saying I'm not a little discombobulated about ya'll being in the next room, but yes, I am sure. Its kind of exciting."

She fondled his erection, "I can see that!"

The "date" was set for the following Friday evening. It was a strange dynamic, but it worked for our trio. Katrina finished cooking dinner while her men watched a game, drank a beer and chatted.

After dinner they all watched an action movie. Katrina insisted they all three sit on a couch, where she sat in the middle. She alternated cuddling with both of the men, casually caressing them both. They returned the favor, but she resisted too personal of a touch. For now, she did not want it to seem like a threesome. She was not sure she would ever get to that point.

After the movie, she took both their hands and dragged them to their bedrooms. At the guest room, she kissed Aiden, saying, "I'll be back... be ready, baby."

Then she returned to her husband and dragged him into the master bedroom. She kissed him also, as she was pulling his clothes off. Then she disrobed completely herself.

She pushed him forcefully onto his back on the bed, then quickly climbed onto his face.

She was already soaked with her arousal, but Dave took his time, nuzzling her labia, delving his tongue deeply into her, then sucking her swollen clit into his mouth where he tongue lashed it.

He placed his hands on both her swaying breasts and caressed them, flicking her erect nipples.

Before long she was thrusting her sex onto his face and crying out as her orgasm coursed through her.

Dave's cock was hard as granite and flexing needily. He loved feeling, hearing, sensing, tasting her orgasms. Nothing turned him on more.

She caught her breath. Looking down into his eyes from between her breasts, she toyed with his hair, "You are so good to me, my love. I absolutely love you giving me a good orgasm on your tongue before fucking. Thank you."

Then she was gone. Up off the bed and walking out of the room without looking back. He watched her magnificent ass swaying back and forth, and a dollop of pre-cum leaked from his straining shaft. The conflict of feelings was immense.

Katrina had to work to make leaving him seem easy. She did not look back because he would have seen the doubt in her eyes. She knew him well enough to know that the humiliation of his wife being so eager for another man was a huge turn on for him.