Pinkys Lament

It was the Friday from hell, and I kept checking my watch as the hands turned to 2pm. My boss had been on my ass all day and I had a splitting headache and just wanted to get out of there, go home and relax for the weekend. Email after email filled my inbox from my boss as fast as I could delete them. And then my phone sounded its familiar text tone signaling it was from my domineering wife Deidre. The text tone she had chosen was called Duck and quacked like a duck whenever she sent me a text, but the real reason she chose it was because it sounded like cuck which is what I was, her loving cuckold.

I tapped my phone and read the message: pinky, my hunny bunny got back from his Texas business trip early and surprised me by stopping by to see me! He's going to stay the weekend, so on your way home, stop and pick up some steaks for us and those scallops wrapped in bacon we love! I hated reading messages like those, it only reinforced my lowly station in life as Deidre's cuckold. Her hunny bunny as she referred to him was her lover, Marcus. Quack, quack, my phone sounded again, and I glanced down at it as my head pulsed. Oh, yea and don't forget to stop and get some Hennessy for Marcus and Tito's for me, we're running low! Now I my head pounded even more with this headache I could not shake. My inbox exploded again with yet another email from my boss. I wanted to cry and then, quack, quack again! I picked up my phone and looked at it, the message read: Oh, and pick up some fresh cut flowers! I'm so excited!!!

My cuckolding officially began when after 10 years of marriage I had one small indiscretion in our marriage. Deidre and I were on vacation in the Bahamas, and we had all had a little too much to drink and an engaging black man joined us in the hot tub at our resort and with the drinks flowing we all got to know each other a little better. My cock was aroused as I watched this large black man eye my wife's cleavage in her skimpy bikini. Deidre is what most would consider a MILF or trophy wife, bleached blonde hair, big tits, full hips and thighs and an ass that never went anywhere without a male somewhere staring at it. She resembled Ice-T's wife, Coco and I felt blessed to have married her. When we first married, I had just inherited a successful business from an aging uncle of mine. The business flourished for the first ten years of our marriage and right before the trip to the Bahamas things started going south. We still had millions in the bank and Deidre had plenty of money from her daddy who was in oil during the boom years. But the business was going south, and I was trying to save it and feeling the pressure the situation reared its ugly head in our bedroom. I had trouble getting it up and when I did, I seemed to ejaculate much quicker than I ever had before. I thought the trip to the Bahamas would reinvigorate our relationship.

Deidre, feeling the effects of the liquor and the day we spent in the sun excused herself and went back to our room. I stayed in the hot tub with Andre the black man who had joined us. Once he saw my wife leave, he slipped off his bathing trunks and stood throwing them on the ground. My eyes widened and my mouth gaped. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life, hanging limp he was at least three times the size of mine erect and was so thick I gasped. He smiled down at me. "I thought your wife might like this, but I see you're hungry for it." Before I could utter a word, he made his way towards me holding the long, black snake in his hand shoving it in my mouth. I didn't know what was happening but for some reason began to suck furiously on his cock. I could feel him growing harder in my mouth and as he pumped it in and out, I began massaging his balls. Suddenly, I heard a click behind me and turned around to see Deidre standing there iPhone in hand snapping a picture of me sucking this huge black man's cock. I jumped up and ran after her, pleading for her to wait and to let me explain. Needless to say, the rest of the night was not pleasant as it involved a large argument and resulted with me sleeping on the sofa in our suite.

The next morning at breakfast Deidre seemed strangely resolved. She spread jam on her toast like a queen, took a bite, sipped her coffee and spoke. "I want you to sit there and listen to me. Do not interrupt and do not speak until I have finished. You can blame what happened last night on the alcohol, the fact that your business is going downhill, or the fact that you've been experiencing difficulties in the bedroom. I've come to realize, none of that matters. What matters to me from this moment out is my happiness. I spent a great deal of time last night thinking this matter over and I've come to a conclusion. There are two ways we can handle this; one is to divorce which would be messy for you as you would end up penniless.

The second, is for us to stay married, but our relationship will dramatically change. By that I mean what's good for the goose is good for the gander. I've decided I'm going to take a lover. You on the other hand will not. You will accept my terms and support me and the minute you don't I will file for divorce and send that lovely photo of you sucking a black man's cock to your family and shareholders. Your choice. So, we are going to have a good time on the rest of this vacation and pretend nothing happened. Sex between us as you know it is over. From now on your sexual release will come only with my permission and you will be my sexual slave. You now have the rest of breakfast to think it over and give me an answer; divorce and defeat or continuing our marriage on my terms."

I bowed my head and drank my coffee, my stomach, churning acid up into my throat. I tried to envision both scenarios and which I should choose. Deidre was correct that divorce would ruin me. She would get everything once she showed a judge that photo and with my business on the verge of dissolving, I would have no source of income. I wasn't sure what she meant by her taking on a lover, but I thought it might be cool if it aroused me like the thought of Andre and her aroused me the prior evening. I cleared my throat and spoke in a hoarse whisper. "I would like to say I am extremely sorry for what happened last night." She held up her hand for me to stop. "I don't want a sob sister story, I want an answer divorce or marriage, which is it?" Tears filled my eyes, "marriage."

And so started our road to cuckolding. My business did indeed go under. I was forced to take a mid-level job in a company owned by a friend of Deidre's father. Deidre transferred all our assets into her name. And then, Marcus appeared on the scene. Marcus is a corporate lawyer who worked for another of Deidre's father's companies. He was tall, masculine, alpha, well hung, and black. Everything I was not. They began with phone calls, texts, chats and before long, Marcus was coming over to our house to fuck Deidre whenever the two of them were in the mood. It was during this time Deidre asserted more and more dominance over me forcing me shave my body, dress in ridiculous outfits depending on her mood and clean her pussy out after Marcus left his gooey deposit there. She made all the decisions, period. Next, she instituted what would become my de rigueur outfit whenever I am home; pink flip flops with big plastic sunflowers between the big toe and middle toe, pink satin women's gym shorts which are way too short and barely cover my ass cheeks, and a pink t-shirt emblazoned with my wife is the Queen of Spades across the front.

I shut the screen off on my phone, responded to my boss's latest email and took two more Excedrin for my splitting headache. Finally, four o'clock arrived and I exited the building raced to the supermarket, florist, and liquor store. Trudging into the house which used to belong to me, but which now belongs to Deidre I put all the bags on the island counter in the kitchen and immediately caught sight of Deidre and Marcus sitting on the couch in the living room. She wore black sheer thigh highs, with knee high leather boots, a sheer purple top through which Marcus was pawing her big tits. He was naked except for his leather briefs which I had become accustomed to kneeling before when I released his magnificent cock. His tongue darted in and out of my wife's mouth like a python. They ignored me.

I scurried into bathroom and changed into my outfit, hurried back to the kitchen began to prepare dinner, put the flowers in a vase and poured them both a drink and reported to them in the living room. I stood there with the silver tray with their drinks on it waiting for them to break their embrace. Both Deidre and Marcus like to imbibe with high quality cannabis to relax and I could tell they had more than their fair share. Finally, they came up for air and took their drinks. Clinking their glasses, they cheered each other and drank.

"Isn't it wonderful pinky that hunny bunny came home early and decided to come stay for the weekend?" My heart sank. I hated the nickname, pinky they had given me. It was not because I always dressed in pink but rather because Marcus remarked once that my cock was almost as big as my pinky, and bingo, it stuck. I cleared my throat and responded. "Yes dear, it is wonderful. If you'll excuse me now, I need to go look after dinner." They both laughed and Marcus said in his arrogant lawyer tone, "Pinky you go do that, and I'll attend to your wife!" They embraced and engaged in a deep romantic kiss.

As the two lovers feasted on the delicious dinner I made, I scampered off to the bedroom to make sure things were in order. I lit scented candles, put fresh silk sheets on the bed, laid out the assortment of lubes and toys they like to have at the bedside, put on some low romantic music and sighed as I took in the sight in front of me. I remembered the last time I had been in that bed making a futile attempt to make love to my wife, my business burdens crushing my psyche and unable to get an erection, her cajoling me and finally giving up in frustration and offering me a solicitous hand job. I went back to the kitchen, my tiny cock straining against the tight pink fabric of my shorts a wet spot growing in an ever widening circle.

"Awe look! Pinky's all excited and his little pinky is leaking all over his shorts," Deidre said, pointing to me and they both burst into laughter as my face turned crimson. Dutifully, I refilled their glasses and began clearing away plates. I knew from past experience they both had enough alcohol and cannabis in them that it would be a very long night of sex play coupled with lovemaking. When this first started I didn't mind the sex so much, but the intimacy ripped my heart out; watching my wife romantically kiss Marcus and fawn over him like a school girl in heat was torture.

Marcus stood and took my wife by the hand. They kissed, a deep romantic kiss, him running his hands all over her body and she running hers down his black back and over his perfect ass cheeks with the wedding ring emblazoned with a huge diamond on it I had given her. It was torture, but what choice did I have. "Finish the dishes and meet us in the bedroom pinky," Marcus commanded. I wiped my eyes and retorted, "Yes, Sir." That was another thing that burned me, having to address Marcus as Sir in my own home and even when we were in public. It was humiliating, degrading, emasculating, and I must admit somewhere deep down inside a huge turn on for me.

Upon entering the bedroom, I saw Marcus sprawled out on his back on the king-sized bed which used to belong to me, his massive cock standing upright on its own and Deidre feasting on it like a chocolate ice cream cone. Marcus motioned toward the iPad laying on the table without saying a word to me and I knew this was my cue. My job is to always film their encounters, never showing their faces and at the same time they always film me sucking cock in my outfit and cleaning out Deidre's pussy with my face in full view. It's their way of keeping me right where they want me, in their servitude.

I picked up the iPad and began filming and taking pictures. Marcus and Deidre suck his cock and lick his balls and then he had her sit on the edge of the bed while he stood in front of her sliding his huge cock into my wife's pretty white mouth with bright red lipstick. As always, I was required to lay on my back on the floor and film it all. As he slid his cock in and out of her mouth she moaned in ecstasy, and Marcus moaned, "that's it, take it all bitch!" Every now and then he would pull out of her lily white mouth and a long drip of saliva and precum would cascade its way down onto my face where I was required to leave it.

Marcus, ever the king of the castle, had Deidre mount his magnificent cock and ride it. As I filmed from behind, I was amazed that she could accommodate such a big cock and watched it as it slid in and out of my wife's pussy with ease sadly realizing she most likely could never have felt mine or that I could give her that much pleasure. While she rode his cock looking at herself in the full-length mirror, her head tilted back and she moaned with pleasure. Marcus reached up manhandled her beautiful white tits with his big, black hands looking over at me filming, a wet bump in my pink shorts. "Pinky, you like watching me fuck your wife like you never could and getting to play with these big, beautiful tits you never get to touch?" Watching the scene unfold in front of me on the iPad I muttered, "Yes Sir." Inside, I was dying.

She bent over and they kissed. My heart was crushed. I heard them whispering to each other and giggling in the inebriated state. She climbed off his and lay next to him on the bed, kissing him and rubbing her hand over his massive black chest. Marcus patted the bed next to him signaling for me to put the iPad down and sit next to him on the bed. I did as instructed. "Since you like to suck black cock so much, why don't you suck mine." My wife and her lover roared with gaiety. I bowed my head to his massive black shaft covered in their coital love juices. Gently I kissed the tip circling my tongue around the massive mushroom head and darting my tongue in and out of the slit. Finally, I took a deep breath and impaled my mouth and throat on his huge, black truncheon. Marcus placed his massive black hand on my bald white head and coaxed me on. "That's it pinky, take it all the way down. Right down to the root. Come on, I know you can do it. After all, if your wife can do it, you can too!" They both giggled and I could hear a deep kiss manifesting itself above me. I choked on his cock, gagging and fighting the need to spit up. I widened my mouth trying to relax my throat and take as much of his cock as I could. I licked, sucked, kissed, teased and praised his cock all the time my eyes watering and nose running from gagging so much. Finally, having had me suffer enough emasculation at their expense, Marcus pushed me away and knelt on the bed as Deidre lay on her back, he took his cock and jerked it hard running his had up and down the long, sleek shaft and she lay with her mouth open. I was once again filming and saw his ass cheeks tighten and immediately moved around to the front where I caught him shooting a massive load all over Deidre's tits and face.

Marcus lay back on the bed exhausted and Deidre told me to clean her up. I immediately began licking her lover's cum off her tits and throat while she wiped the cum from her face as I'm not allowed to lick or kiss her face. When she was adequately satisfied, she snuggled up next to Marcus nesting her head in the crook of his neck. He again patted the bed next to him and I crawled between his legs and began the laborious process of cleaning his cock. The two lovers drifted off to sleep in each other's arms while I slithered off the bed, retreated to my tiny bathroom in the basement which has only a toilet and sink and masturbated furiously at what had just transpired. Release was sweet and swift, but alas, the love life of a cuckold!