My name is Bob. I'm in my mid-forties with hair already starting to grow bald, and I paunchy mid-riff. I work as an executive for a food packaging company, I have my own home, and I'm happily married to my second wife of ten years, Stella. I am also a cuckold, and I enjoy being one. If there was a photo in the dictionary that introduces that word, my face would probably be emblazoned beside it. However I know I'm the world's only cuckold, neither will I be its last, but that's me.
My former wife, Monica, couldn't agree with my lifestyle, and I guess that accounts for why we got divorced. My second wife however is so well into it, and takes so much pleasure deriding me in front of her boyfriend.
Tee, my wife's boyfriend, is a hunk of a man. He's got the body of an NBA player and a ten inches cock like that of a porn star. My wife and I stumbled upon him in some interracial online dating site about a couple of weeks ago. We had dinner with him one night, and I found him to be a reasonable gentleman. That same night, he'd had my wife in the backseat while I sat in the front. Even I too had gasped as the sight of his cock – it was huge, I tell you. Unlike any I'd ever seen before, and that same night when he first came in my wife, I thought he was never going to stop cumming. Semen just kept oozing out of his prick like wine pouring off the mouth of a champagne bottle; I too was tempted to suck him, but had to hold myself back. I did live up to my duty however of lapping the cum out of my wife's pussy, and his semen sure tasted good.
Stella couldn't stop reliving it while both of us were in bed. Every time she'd order me to lick her pussy to make her cum, and she'd grown wild with expletives and throw curse words at me.
"Go ahead, lick that pussy!" she forced my head down between her legs. "Ohh ... yeah, lick it up. That's what you'll be doing from now on. You're not like Tee – you ain't man enough to fuck my pussy anymore. I'll bet if Tee was here, he wouldn't need to go down on me. No, his big black cock would do the trick just fine ..."
She'd press my head down on her pussy and I'd wax and polish every part of her clitoris with my tongue and lips till it was chrome. Eventually when she climaxed, she'd still tell me to remain there with my face stuck between her legs till she fell asleep.
"What you talking about, Bob?" Tee asked me.
"I said I'd like it very much if you'd come move in with us for a couple days," I said to him.
It was my lunch break hour, and prior to my leaving the office, I'd called Tee on the phone and asked him to meet me at a bar not too far from my place of work. Tee worked as a clerk in law firm and since he didn't have much to do that day told me he would. He was smoking a cigarette and sipping a gin and tonic, while I had myself a Bud when I slipped the question to him. This was a week and a half after that night we first shook hands. He and Stella had met occasionally, though I figured it about time we took things to a higher level. Besides, it was something myself and Stella had already discussed and I know she was just as anxious for it come through as I was too.
Tee puffed on his cigarette and thought about things before asking: "Is the old lady alright with this?"
I nodded. "She very much is. I wouldn't be bringing it up with you if we hadn't talked it through."
I was dying to become the ultimate cuckold – it's always been a dream of mine – and I didn't want the chance to pass me by. Finally, Tee smiled at me and we shook hands on it.
Thus was how Tee became my wife's live-in lover.
Tee moved into the master bedroom, the bed which naturally he shared with my wife, whereas I stay down the hall from them in the guest bedroom.
They usually call me to come over and be present anytime they want to fuck.
I went in one time, wearing only my boxer shorts, and there was Stella seated by the bed's edge wearing black lace thigh stockings and high heels that made her look so sexy, while her mouth was choked with swallowing Tee's cock who stood before her, his arms akimbo like a true black master.
