Cucold the Cucolder

My eyes were fixed on the television screen as I watched another man mount my wife and fuck her until she screamed. My collection of video's of men fucking my wife were very varied. I'd been careful to avoid face shots just because I said I would. At the last count there were twenty of them. Some had average sized cocks, others porn star sized.

Molly and I were so into our careers we never wanted children. Didn't stop us having plenty of sex. After ten years of marriage things were getting a bit stale. Then one day she said about us taking lovers. I wasn't up for that but having another man fuck my wife was a real turn on.

"Why don't you try having a lover," said I "And then you can tell me all about it."

"I'm not doing that if your not."

"What if I was there?"

"What you mean me being fucked while you watched?"

"Yes."

"This is about you watching me isn't it?"

I had to admit I was getting turned on even more by the idea of Molly being fucked by other men while I watched.

We talked some more and the more we talked the more she seemed to warm to the idea. I say warmed, more like heated up.

"Who should we ask?"

"There are a few guys from work who I know would be happy to get into my knickers," she said.

"Can't have that. You imagine if they talked, we would be scuppered."

We both had high paid jobs and worked on our reputations, she as a solicitor and me as an accountant.

So we developed a plan as to how we could remain anonymous and still have some fun. The guys had to agree for us to pick them up from a rendezvous point, blindfold them and do the same on the way back.

The first guy we got was Tim and we found him on one of those contact sites. At this time we were still unsure and we chatted for maybe a fortnight before we plucked up the courage to invite him to our house. We arrange a place to pick him up which was about an hours drive away. Molly was sat in the back of the car and as he got in she slipped the blindfold over his eyes. I took a long route back home.

Tim told us this was his first time. His wife was away on a cruise with her sisters. Molly took the lead and helped him out his clothes. I could see he was quite nervous as he kept looking at me. Once Molly was naked she dropped to her knees and sucked his still limp cock. Once hard he had a fair sized cock. Molly laid back on the carpet and he went between her legs. Thankfully she was wet as he rammed his cock into her. She squealed as he buried himself ball deep in her cunt. He must have been really nervous. After Molly cumming twice he said he couldn't cum. She urged him on and started talking dirty. It seemed to do the trick and one huge thrust and he deposited his cum inside her. All the time I was filming him. I had some good shots of his arse bobbing up and down and his cock sliding inside Molly. His cock went limp and fell from her cunt. His spunk dribbled out of Molly and ran down the crack of her arse. I realised we had a stain on the carpet.

That was our first. Molly and he dressed and we took him back to the drop off point. We returned home and spent an hour cleaning the carpet and getting rid of the smell of sex.

After that we had regular visitors on a weekend. One guy fucked Molly missionary and then took her from behind. When they had finished Molly looked at me and then at him.

"Can you stay the weekend?"

I was gobsmacked. I just didn't know what to say. He answered for me. "Sure. I'd like that."

Molly led him to our bedroom and the two got into bed. "You sleep in the spare room darling." With that I was dismissed.

I could hear them fucking for about an hour. My cock was rock hard and I stroked myself. I didn't last long and cum splattered on my belly. I tried to sleep but found it difficult. I was just ready to drop off when they started again. Imagining what they were doing made my cock hard and before I knew it more cum splashed my belly. I was groggy when I got out of bed. I showered, shaved and dressed. I was ready to leave to play my Saturday game of golf when they started again. I ate lunch at the club with Jerry and Ron. The house was quiet when I returned. I changed out of my golf gear and was about to leave the bedroom when they started. I watched TV, ate some sandwiches, drank a few beers and before I knew it it was dark. "Bill can't stay any longer. We have to take him back. So off we went and dropped Bill off and then drove home.

"Promise me you won't do that again."

"No I don't think so. It was so good but I wasn't expecting him to want to fuck eight times. I'm as sore as I could be. So honey no sex until I'm better, okay?"

I had to agree, what else could I do. True to her word Molly never invite any more guys to stay the night. A relief for me as I could now fuck Molly after she had been fucked by these strangers

For about a year we found guys to come and fuck Molly. Not every weekend. Sometimes it would be a month before we found the "right" guy, sometimes we had guys on consecutive weekends. Some were good, really good, some not so. One stood out, he wasn't long but he made up for that in girth. This guy, George, had the beer can cock. The wife felt a bit unsure when I first showed her the photo of him. It was me persuaded her to give it a go. Something I was going to regret.

We brought him home and he and Molly stripped. He guided her down and onto all fours. Her rump up in the air. The pink folds of her meaty cunt were glistening with her juices. Beer Can, as I called him, came into shot and squatted down behind her. His tongue came out and he preceded to lick and suck her cunt and arse. All the while I'm moving around to get the best shot of her pussy. I was down on my knees looking to see him press his cock to her lips. She squealed as he pressed froward.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck." She said as the head of his cock opened her up. I could hear the gasps and heavy breathing as he pushed further in.

"Fuck me that's big, fucking big."

Now he was ball deep inside her. He held it there for a time and then started to move. She "oohed" and "arrred" while he was taking it slow. All the while I was filming I remember I was rock hard and had one hand on my cock. I tell you its hard to keep the camera still and wank. It did"t take long for me to shoot my load onto the rubber mat we had down in the living room. My wife was now moaning and squealing as Beer Can fucked her good and hard. She was wet and her juices ran down her legs. This guy had some stamina and kept on pounding into her. By this time her head was down and she was being held up by his hands on her hips. He must have been ramming into her for twenty minutes before he came to a halt. A long slow thrust and he held her hips against him. Another and another followed until he let go. She fell forward and a gush of cum came from her wide open slit. I was still filming as Beer Can turned. His still hard cock filled the screen. He moved out of shot to dress. Kept on filming my wife's open cunt. I turned off the camera and helped her stand. More of his cum flowed down her legs. By this time Beer Can was dressed and ready to leave. I helped Molly up the stairs and into the shower. She was so weak I had to wash her and dry her then put her to bed.

"Quite a tool you have there," I said as I drove him back to the pick up point.

"Once the girls get used to it they really love it. Trouble is I don't get many blow jobs."

We laughed, I understood why.

"You're wondering if you could take it aren't you."

It was a good job it was dark or he would have seen me blush.

"You want to hold it?" I looked at him, still with his blind fold on. He must have been reading my thoughts.

"Find a place to pull over."

I drove on, neither of us talking. A sign pointed off the main road. I knew this way. I slowed the car and turned off into a darkened road. As I slowed at a wide part of the road I could hear his belt buckle being undone. I watched in semidarkness as he lifted his arse off the seat and pull his pants down. He was hard and I took hold. For a moment I pondered whether I should or not. I licked my lips and ducked my head. I opened wide to take him in. My jaw ached as I bobbed up and down. This must have been such a thrill for him as in no time his cock swelled and my mouth was full of his hot cum. My first blow job. Neither of us spoke as I started the car and got back on the main road. His hand came over and rubbed my still hard cock. I felt him fumbling in the dark then his head went between me and the steering wheel as he returned the favour.

That wasn't the last time we met with Beer Can. He came over twice more. Molly had recovered from her fucking and seemed to want to talk about it. I didn't want to tell her I'd blown him and he had returned the favour. "I'm sure if we did it again he wouldn't hurt me. I bet you got some great shots of me taking his cock." I had to admit Molly was right on that count.

Beer Can came over on two weekends. Molly as she had predicted took him much easier both times. I remember licking my lips when I saw his hard cock each time. I was sorely tempted to jump in a suck him after his cock fell from Molly's cunt. I resisted thinking that would be too much for Molly to take in. I told Molly to rest up and I would take George back. Each time I would stop and suck him off I swallowed his cum as it blasted intro my throat. He would return the favour before I reached the drop off point.

Molly lost interest in the same big cock and we looked around for more men to satisfy her desires. It was her that was driving the whole thing now. She was making all the contacts and arranging the meetings. I would come home from work and she would tell me what she had arranged and when. All I had to do was pick them up and then drop them off.

There were only another three after Beer Can's last visit. A guy called Rob who was well endowed, must have been eight inches long but nowhere near as thick as George. He was good and managed to fuck Molly for nearly an hour before he shot his load. Molly, she came three times. Once face to face, once doggy style and again when he had her ride him. I shot my cream but it didn't take me nearly as long.

The last two came together, brothers and identical twins. They said they were twenty two but we thought afterwards they can't have been more than nineteen. They stayed the longest and it was two in the morning before I drove them back. One would fuck her in the missionary position while his brother stood by. Once he emptied his load the second brother took over. Molly came seven times. They each had her three times. When they finished she lay on the mat while they dressed and demanded to be taken home. By the time I got back Molly had gone and I found her in bed. She was fast asleep. I cleaned up and followed.

Molly lost interest after that and stopped me from even talking about it. I still had my video recordings and any time Molly said she wasn't in the mood I would stay up and have myself a picture show. She was spending more time at the office and worked late sometimes twice a week. She was off sex and we only ever fucked about once a fortnight. Then it happened. I came home one evening to an empty house. The note on the kitchen table told me all I needed to know. Molly had left me. She said she had found someone else to love. I looked around the house. She had taken all her clothes, make-up and jewellery. I tried calling her on her mobile but the voice told me the phone had been disconnected. I rang her office the next day to be told that Molly had moved on. She had moved to a firm a hundred miles away.

So here I was beating off to videos of men fucking my wife or should I say soon to be ex-wife. Most of them I recall vividly, there were are one or two that I deleted as being no good. I kept going back to Beer Can and the three times he came and fucked Molly. Somehow I knew there was a connection between her leaving me and him.

A gentle wrap on the door knocker and I looked away from the tv. Just for a moment I was hoping Molly had come back to me. I switched off the tv and got up from the sofa. I smoothed out my erection, hoping it would die down before I got to the door. I opened the door to be greeted by a pretty young lady, smartly dressed and with a smile on her face.

"Hi I'm Dawn Butler and I believe you know my former husband Richard Blake."

I stood for a moment a little bemused by the question.

"Don't think I do Mrs Butler. Is there something wrong?"

"Miss now, I divorced the bastard last week."

She pulled a photo from her pocket and held it up.

"This is my former husband. Do you know him now?"

I took the photo.

"Beer Can." I said with out thinking. She smiled.

"Best I come in, we need to talk."

I stepped aside. Interested in a discussion with such a pretty lady.

"So you are familiar with his distinctive feature?"

"Yes I said, my wife took a shine to that part of his anatomy. My wife is no longer with me so I'm not sure why you are here."

"It 's almost certain your wife and my husband are now together."

"I might have guessed as much," I said.

"So tell me Miss Butler what can I do for you and how did you find me?"

She started to speak and I stopped her.

"Sorry, I've forgotten my manners. Would you like a drink, tea, coffee, I have some wine if you prefer or something stronger?"

"Whisky, a large one if you have it and call me Dawn."

I scooted off and poured two very large whisky's.

For the next hour or so she told me her story. How she met her former husband. How they dated and he asked her to marry him. It was only then she discovered what lay in his pants. She found it very painful having sex. She said he was so loving and kind she convinced herself that the more she had sex with him the easier it would be to take him in. They married but the sex didn't improve. She knew it never would. She also said that they didn't have sex very often because of his size. She went on to tell me they had no children. A discussion they had made early in their marriage.

She called him Simon but I told her we knew him as George. Simon started a new job and travelled a lot. Sometimes he said he was meeting clients in the evening and would be away until passed midnight, sometimes over night. This went on for a few years until she became suspicious. She took to following him and he would turn up at any number of addresses. Never visiting the same house twice. Quite often she would wait an he would leave giving the woman of the house a passionate kiss. Dawn wondered why the husband was always present. The the penny dropped and she realised her husband was a serial adulterer.

"I kept notes of each of the houses he visited. Over the past months I've been trying to find who the woman he ran off with, now I know."

Her glass was empty and I offered her another, which she gladly accepted. When I came back with our drinks she moved closer to me. I went on the tell her about our lifestyle and how we met Simon and how my wife insisted he be invited back. I told her it wasn't until after she had left me that I discovered they had been meeting in secret. My wife must have been infatuated with his cock.

"She will soon find it's more pain than pleasure. I thought I would get to love being fucked by him but it never happened. Many a night I would lay awake and wish for a man with a normal cock, someone who could enter me and not make me cry." She had her hand on my leg and I was becoming aroused. She must have seen my face.

"You want another drink?"

She nodded. I stood up and had to adjust my trousers before I could walk. She smiled at me when I came back with the drinks. She took it,

"One more of these and I'll be tipsy."

As I sat her hand went back onto my thigh, this time a lot higher up.

"We should seek revenge on those two."

"Why," I asked.

"Well they deceived us, betrayed our trust," she said.

"I know we should but aren't we better of with them out of our lives?"

She looked straight int my eyes.

"Do you find me attractive?" I had to admit she was quite a stunner, slim, nice tits and a lovely face. "I do find you very attractive." She leaned over and kissed me on the lips as her hand found the bulge in my pants.

"Oh God," she said, "A normal sized cock."

In truth it wasn't quite normal, seven inches erect but not so fat.

"Take me to bed, I need you in me."

Thing happened fast, we almost ran up the stairs and into the bedroom. There was no seductive foreplay. Our clothing was dropped on the floor in a hurry. We were under the covers and in each others arms, her wet cunt lips were rubbing my erect cock. I was inside her and she orgasmed before I had touched bottom. This wasn't making love we were rutting. My sole objective was to get my cock as far into her as I could. She took my whole length all the time calling for me to fuck her hard and fill her with my spunk. It can't have been more than ten minutes before we both came. I didn't realise how much I was holding back as it must have been a heavy load I shot into her. I rolled over and she thanked me. She lay nestled into my shoulder, her hand holding my limp cock.

"I could suck you back to full hard and then we could make love, long and slow."

The next morning after we had spent the whole night having sex I set up my camera and took some shots of us. First one was a photo taken from behind. You could see my ball sack against her arse and just make out my cock in her cunt. The next one was just our bodies with her arse in the air and my cock deep inside her. The last one was of us in a sixty nine. You could see the top of her head and my cock in her mouth. We sent the photo's to our former partners phones and waited. It was a day later when Molly replied. A photo of her with Beer Can inside her and the message,

"Glad it's him and not you!!!!"

Dawn moved in with me and we were happy. I couldn't wish for a better partner. We enjoyed sex and did it at least four times a week. Dawn wouldn't entertain other men and that suited me fine. I was a happy man. I found out a year later Molly and George had separated. Dawn and I went out to celebrate. We never heard from them again.