Aurora (a Cucolds Tale)

I sat on the couch nursing my second large scotch when I heard footsteps on the stairs. I turned my head to look away from them, staring blankly at the wall, I heard the deep snigger of my wife's lover then the door opening and closing.

I took another swig of my scotch, not something I usually drink but felt in need of as I tried to make sense of all the confusion in my mind.

"Nige?"

I looked around and saw her, she was wrapped in her red satin robe, still wearing the black stockings and fuck me heels I had seen wrapped around his body twenty minutes earlier.

God she looked so sexy, her large breasts and erect nipples pushing through the tight satin, her calves so defined in those heels. I felt such conflict, she had betrayed me and took a young black man as a lover but I looked at her and all I saw was my wife looking more sexy than she had in years, her face glowing and flushed in a way that I remembered from a long time ago when our sex life was at its peak.

"Nige?"

She said again as she sat next to me, running her hand tenderly over my cheek. I pulled away from the touch, feeling repulsed by it, knowing it had probably been wrapped around that huge cock and I didn't want it touching me.

I felt the sudden rush of anger take over and I turned to her.

"How could you... how fucking could you?" I demanded.

A slap to my face brought me up short, her eyes glaring at me as the surprise of the slap stopped me in my tracks.

"How could I?... How fucking could I? Because you haven't satisfied me in years is how could I"

Her words shook me to my core, the instant realisation that what she said was true made me feel sorry for her. Why? Why should I feel sorry for her, she had just been fucking some young black guy in our bed, under my roof.

I then realised I was feeling sorry for myself not her, I was sorry for myself because she had had to go find someone to satisfy her sexual needs because I could no longer perform well enough to.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I blurted out, my voice croaking with emotion and regret.

"I, I didn't know you were so unhappy with our sex life. I thought you had lost your sex drive after the menopause and you were just letting me have sex with you out of a sense of duty." My voice quivering.

She laughed, almost maniacally. Her laughter crushing me and any shred of male ego I held evaporated.

"Oh you silly boy." She chided.

An odd choice of word I thought at the time but I didn't protest.

"My sex drive has been off the scale since then, I need it now more than I ever have. I Certainly need more than you have ever been able to give me. I needed more and I went and found more. I, I have someone now who can give me more pleasure, more orgasms in an afternoon than you can in a year... Nay, a decade." The frustration in her voice so evident.

She laughed again as she looked me up and down. I visibly shrank in my seat, feeling less and less of a man with every cackle.

"Look at you." she said.

"Flabby, a cock that hardly works... and when it does it only takes moments to cum and go soft. No great size to it anyway and you have the nerve to ask ME! how could I? Because you and your cock are useless to me in that regard. I needed to get me someone who could satisfy me and God can he do that, we have been fucking for months and they have been the happiest of my life so that's how could I." She said with venom.

Tears were running down my cheeks, from the shock that this was not a one off, that she had been fucking him for months, that I couldn't and probably never had satisfied her in bed. That it was me, my failings that had driven her to this, that it was my fault she had found a lover.

I turned to her, my eyes bloodshot. A deep fear within me that she will ask for a divorce, leave me to be with him. I couldn't bear that, I loved her with all my heart and despite everything I couldn't lose her.*

"What happens now?" I asked.

She held my face in both hands tenderly, looking deep into my eyes which I felt peered into my soul.

"That is up to you. He makes my life complete, he gives me such pleasure that I cannot be without him. I still love you dearly, he fills a gap that you cannot hope to fill. You can accept that and we carry on as we always have. Or, you can leave. It is not a case of you or him, it's him." She said flatly.

"What he gives me I will not give up, you either accept that or go!" Her last words spoken with such finality.

The import of her words knocked me back and I just sat there, silent and still shocked. Would I, could I leave her? I should be the one kicking her out of the door, send her packing to her black stud. Let her bear the shame and scandal that would ensue. I knew straight away that I couldn't do that, I still loved her beyond measure despite what she had done to me. I hated myself at that moment, but I couldn't leave her, I couldn't live without her in my life. If this was the price I had to pay then I would have to accept it.

I lifted my head, took a long swig of the whisky and looked at her.

"I'll stay, I love you Rora I can't live without you." I told her.

She broke out into a beautiful smile as she leaned in and kissed me, not a passionate kiss but one that still showed her love for me.

"Good boy." There was that word again.

I swallowed hard and looked at her again.

"So what happens now?" I asked.

She smiled at me, her voice now soft and tender, her melodious tones almost a whisper.

"We will live our normal lives, keep our routines, go out with our friends and socialise as we have always done. We will not however have intercourse again."

There was a finality in the way she said it that made me catch my breath.

"But.. but?" I exclaimed.

"No buts, Jake will be my only lover, my pussy belongs to him now and now you know about us it will be exclusively his."

"What?" I retorted

"I only let you have sex with me while Jake was my secret, to keep you happy and not arouse suspicion. Now you know about him I see no reason for you to put your dick inside me again."

I sat back, stunned. I looked at her, she looked hotter and sexier than she had done in such a long time for me. I wanted to fuck her now more than ever and she was flatly telling me our sex life was over.

She saw from my face that I was unhappy about it and she stroked it softly again.

"We will still have sex my love, just not intercourse, I will have needs and I will need you to satisfy them."

My face beamed which brought another smile to her face.

She turned to face me and lay back against the arm of the couch, untying the sash around her robe and lifted her leg up onto the seat. Her thighs parted with one foot still on the floor while the high stiletto heel on her other foot dug into the cushion beside me.

I looked at her then my eyes travelled down over her large breasts, I could see her nipples were hard and erect, I wanted to suckle them and felt my dick starting to harden as my gaze went down to her pussy. Framed by her suspender belt and garters, the dark band of her stocking tops so high up her thigh concentrated my gaze on her bare sex.

"I need your tongue my love." She purred.

I don't remember the last time she had said that to me, it was so so long ago that I had been allowed to worship her there. It was something I loved to do to her but along with all the other things we did together it eventually ceased being part of our sex life.

I did not need telling twice, I lowered until my head was between her thighs, turning my head from side to side to softly kiss the smooth soft white skin above her stocking tops. I could smell her, her arousal most evident and her scent aroused me even more. My cock was hard as my tongue started to lap at her. Each lap eliciting a soft moan from her as I licked along her vulva. The whisky was starting to take effect and I began licking and lapping her folds, pushing my tongue between her still puffed and reddened lips and started to lick with abandon.

"OOOOHHHHH HHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSSS MMHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmm" She moaned,

Her moans were getting louder as my licking and lapping got more urgent, her juices began flowing and I sucked and slurped them into my mouth, the long forgotten taste was so sweet on my tongue. Her hands gripped the back of my head as she started bucking and grinding herself on me. Suddenly I got a taste of something more bitter, salty with a thick gooey texture then globs of it came flooding from her into my mouth and I realised what it was. She was feeding me his cum as she squeezed her muscles and pushed it out of her vagina.

"YESSSSSS OHHHHH OOOOHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKK BOYYYYYYYYYYYY YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" She screamed.

Her fingers interlaced behind my head as she came harder than I had ever felt her cum before. I fought to free myself as more and more of the sticky seed smeared over my face but she held me fast to her gushing pussy as she shuddered through her climax with her thighs clamped tightly around my head.

She kept me there for a minute or two, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Despite what she had done in feeding her bull's cum to me I felt happier than I had in years, I had made my wife cum. I had given her an orgasm for the first time in years and I loved her dearly.

She lifted her hands from my head and her thighs relaxed their grip and I sat up, taking a look at her soaking wet pussy for a moment before she slid her leg off the seat and sat up. I felt a bit tipsy after all the whisky I had drunk but then the realisation of all this came back with a vengeance, I felt my anger of her betrayal rising once more.

We talked, argued, shouted and cried for the next couple of hours as we tried to find some sort of solution and compromise to all this. She maintained that she had only done this because of my failings in the bedroom and if I could satisfy her she would not have had to go find someone who could. My resentment of that fact was not helping matters but her assertions that she still loved me and that her fling with this guy just filled the only gap in her life slowly sank in and a compromise was made.

We agreed that while I was at work and she was still on the summer break from school that she would see him during the day while I was not here. Of course it was always on my mind that she was taking a lover but I found some comfort in that she was now getting the sex that she needed that I was too inadequate to give her. I found an uneasy acceptance of it as it did have some benefits for me. I was now allowed to eat her pussy two or three times a week, not once was his cum inside her as she would shower and douche after they had finished. She wore sexier clothes more often, the hemline of her skirts and dresses got shorter, she always wore stockings but for some reason she had stopped wearing panties and always went commando.

True to her word though she would not let me fuck her, each time she had me go down on her she would then send me off to the bathroom to 'sort myself out' where a few strokes of my semi hard cock would be enough to make me cum. This enforced my feelings of inadequacy and inferiority to her, she had a natural authority which came from so many years as a successful lecturer and she began to exert this over me.

Starting with little things like making her coffees in the mornings and her margaritas in the evenings, this slowly ramped up. I started doing more chores even though she was at home all day, most of the routine jobs were left for me to complete. Sometimes she would tell me the dusting or the ironing was not up to standard and told me to do it again and I didn't argue, I just did as I was told.

A subservience to her was growing inside me and she was taking full advantage of it, often by deliberately teasing me sexually, showing a glimpse of her stocking tops which I loved, having me give her feet a massage and parting her legs so I could see her shaven pussy under her skirt, knowing I was looking and getting aroused by it but she ignored my frustration and the tent in my pants and she would read her book or watch TV as if she hadn't noticed.

September came around and she had to start back at the school, and within a couple of days after I had made her a margarita, she patted the seat of the couch indicating for me to sit.

"My darling boy." The term she always used for me now.

"I am needy for Jake and his cock so I have invited him over tomorrow evening." She said quite matter of factly.

I looked at her stunned, taken aback by how she so calmly told me, as if one of her friends were coming over for a coffee.

"What will I do? Do you want me to go out for the evening?" I replied not quite so calmly.

"I would like you to stay, I want you to be here and I want you to watch. Do you think you could sit quietly while he fucks me?" She asked.

I looked at her, I could see from her voice and her expression that she really wanted me to be there but I felt unsure if I could bear to watch.

"I don't know Rora, honestly I don't. I'm not sure I could sit and watch you with him." I replied.

"Oh my darling boy. I know how difficult it will be for you but I want you to be involved. I want you to see what he does to me, how he makes me feel and I want you to be happy and comfortable with it. Yes you will probably hate to watch us together, I show him a side of myself I have never shown to anyone before and you will be shocked by it I'm sure." She said.

She took my hand in hers and stroked it as she looked me directly in the eye.

"I'll give you a little time to think it through but I mean it when I say I really want you with me when he comes here next." She said looking me directly in the eyes.

She didn't mention it again that night. I spent the evening debating in my mind the conflicting emotions I was feeling, I reached the conclusion that to show my love for her that I would stay and that she had my blessing to get what she needed from him.

That evening I was feeling so nervous, I was going to watch this young black man give my wife a good fucking and I was still unsure that I would be able to see it through.

She went and showered and got herself ready, she came down the stairs in a short skirt and blouse with her black stockings and fuck me heels, looking so hot and sexy. Her face heavily made up to give her an almost slutty look but she still looked so beautiful.

"Go put a chair in the corner my boy, he will be here soon and I want you to sit there and remain silent until he leaves. Okay?" she said.

I just nodded, took a dining chair from the table and sat in the corner, my mouth going dry as I tried to sit as comfortably as I could.

I heard a car pull up on the drive, she stood and paced back and forth until the bell rang then she walked to the door and opened it, ushering him in.

He walked in wearing a singlet and sweat pants, a giant of a man who took one look at me and then at Rora.

"He agreed?" He asked.

"Yes," she replied. "He will sit there and just watch."

He grunted his acknowledgement then walked over to her. He put his hand under her skirt and her hem rose up until I could see his huge black hand rubbing her pussy. I heard her gasp as he must have found her clit and I could see his hand rubbing roughly over it.

"Good girl for not wearing panties my slut," his deep voice booming around the room.

She grunted as he pushed one then two fingers inside her.

"This white married pussy is so tight," he growled

She wriggled on his fingers, her arousal showing on her face already.

"OOOOOHHHHHHH Jake, you always know what I want," she moaned as she held onto his broad shoulders.

He slipped his fingers from her pussy and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her feet.

I looked at them both, surprised at myself as I felt no malice towards this man, It was quite evident that she was enjoying him and I felt myself becoming aroused watching them. "Are you insane," I thought to myself. "He's going to fuck Rora in front of your face. Be a man, kick his arse out of the door before it goes too far."

I just sat there unmoving, we knew we loved each other, he was no threat to our marriage, he was a cock for her to get her carnal pleasures with that's all. Let her have her fun.

He held her and walked her backwards to the table, sat her on it and told her to spread her legs. She complied and spread her legs wide for him, I could see her pussy as she faced me, her stockings and garters framing it, concentrating my gaze onto it. She was soaking wet already, her juices glistening on her lips.

He pushed his sweat pants down and stepped out of them, his cock, to me, looked massive as it started to harden and grow. He was at least nine inches long and the girth was considerable, his cockhead a huge mushroom shaped with a big flare around the crown. I watched in amazement, wondering how the hell he would get it inside Rora's pussy.

He held her legs open and rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy lips.

"Hmm. Did you miss having this cock in your married pussy Rora?" his voice rumbled it was so deep.

"Oh God YESS. My little dicked husband does nothing for me now since you stretched me". Spitting out the words with a hint of contempt which cut me to the quick.

He looked over his shoulder at me and grinned then without warning he shoved his huge thick cock into her pussy, pushing in until he was balls deep inside her.

He held her hips and pulled them towards him, a roll of his muscular buttocks ground his cock into her.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," She squealed out as he filled her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locked her hands behind his neck and started humping against him.

I watched motionless, well apart from squirming my hips on the chair, as I became so turned on by what I was watching. My dear wife so wantonly fucking this huge black cock, her moans and grunts as she impaled herself on the thick rod made me moan along with her. I could feel my cock had hardened inside my jeans, making an obvious tent. But she was right, I was a small dicked husband, and she was getting fucked by the biggest cock I had seen in my life. I felt so happy for her, seeing what this young bull was doing to her, how he could make her feel, the look on her face as she took pleasure from him.

I saw him put his hand to her pussy.

"Yess yess rub my clit.. GGHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnn." She implored him.

I was just an ornament as they totally forgot about my presence and fucked each other.

He pulled his cock from her, and then slammed it back inside, hard and deep, forcing her body to jerk wildly.

"Yes yes that's it, show him how slutty you are,.. that you are a black cock whore baby," His deep voice growled.

She was rocking against him like a rag doll "UGH UHHH UGHH UHHH," she grunted as he pounded into her.

I could see his arm moving as he rubbed her clit harder as he kept sawing his cock in and out of her pussy, fucking her with abandon.

I could see the juices running from her, puddling on the table top as he kept up the relentless pace, slamming into her again and again.

Her huge tits were bouncing up and down inside her blouse as he fucked her, spilling over the cup of her bra and I could plainly see her hard nipples moving as they pushed against the blue satin.

Suddenly he pulled out of her, slid her off the table and walked her to the other side of it and pushed her down over the tableover table top.

I could see her face change as he plunged his cock back into her pussy and fucked her, her feet lifting off the floor from the force and power he used to fuck her.

"NNNGGGGGGGGGG YESSSSSSSSSSSS," she screamed. I could see the rapture and need on her face as he fucked her. Above her he looked at me and grinned, the arrogant look of a victor over his conquest as he kept driving that huge cock into my wife.