He Wanted To Be My Cuck Ch 02

Chapter 2 - Dave's Story

I just sat there frozen in time. This was not how it was supposed to happen. My stupid husband and his sperm war fantasy. Why couldn't we just live a normal happy life and raise our children?

I fought my husband and finally gave in. He wanted to watch me fuck another man, and I finally gave in and agreed but on my terms. I told my husband Jerry that he could not watch; he could only listen to me as I told him the stories of my nights out and the men who could please me like he couldn't.

I told him he was my cuckold bitch now.

Even when I belittled Jerry and told him how pathetic he was to jerk off while real men fuck me, he didn't give up on his fantasy. Meanwhile, I was out every other Saturday night having fun with my sister Tina or my sister and her husband Jack. Jerry thought I was out getting screwed in a motel or sucking some guy's dick in the back seat of a car like a little 18-year-old girl.

All the while, Jerry was sitting home with the girls just waiting for me to come home with a new story. And stories they were. I began to think of my husband's stupid fetish as nothing more than a game. My sister would ask me how things were going with Jerry, and I would respond, "We're still playing the cuckold game."

So, there I was sitting staring at Dave lost in thought. Dave was handsome, confident, and funny. Jerry would get along so well with Dave.

"Hello," Dave said.

I started to come out of my trance as I felt Dave touch my hand. I don't know what came over me, but I felt like a little schoolgirl. The boy I liked finally got the nerve to hold my hand. No, my pussy didn't start to tinkle and get wet. That only happens in those stupid stories my husband has me reading.

But it did feel nice, and I had a smile on my face.

"Lisa, are you with me?"

"Um, what, oh yes." I babbled.

"It's not like I was asking you to marry me, It's just an afternoon with me, family."

"Your family! I'm a married woman and you want me to meet your family!" Dave just looked at me with a smile on his face.

"Dave, why aren't you married or at least have a girlfriend?" I needed to know how a man like Dave could be single.

Once the question came out of my mouth, I wish I could have taken it back. It was like an unwritten rule, don't ask me questions and I won't ask you questions.

I could see Dave looked a little uncomfortable, "I'm sorry Dave, you don't have to tell me anything."

Dave was torn, "I've been married for 20 years, and I have a son and daughter away at college."

My jaw dropped, "married!"

"Yes married, and so are you," Dave responded, and he was correct.

"But that's different," I attacked, "I'm not hiding my wedding band and engagement ring."

"I'm not hiding mine either. It's a safety hazard in my line of work and I haven't worn my ring in years."

"What kind of work do you do that you can't wear a wedding ring?"

"I'm an electrician but I'm also an onsite welder. Metal around electricity isn't good. Also, the ring always got caught on things while I was working."

It sounded reasonable, I guess. "Well, well, if I knew you were married, I never would have talked to you let alone continue to meet you every other Saturday evening."

"Calm down Lisa. Look, let me tell you, my story."

"Okay, but it better be good. I don't like men who cheat on their wives."

Dave just looked at me with a grin, I know what he was thinking, 'Then why am I here every other Saturday night without my husband?'

Dave went on with his story, "Have you ever heard the term "Honey we need to talk? Or Honey, can I ask you a question?" Which I had many times from all those erotic stories I was reading.

"Well, Honey we need to talk is a favorite start to a conversation that involves a wife getting what she wants when it is nothing that she needs."

Dave took a breath, "The husbands usually end up having great sex and a few blowjobs without having to ask, but at what cost."

I sat waiting for Dave to continue.

"I came home from work one night; my wife could have been naked since what she was wearing wasn't covering much. I knew something was coming, but I played along because I knew the sex would be incredible.

I was thinking it was going to cost me a new car. My wife was still driving the old Tahoe and since the kids went off to college, I knew she was looking at a few two-seat convertibles."

Dave took another pause and a swig of beer. "She wanted something badly all right.

There was my meatloaf, which I love, and mashed potatoes with gravy sitting at my place at the table just waiting for me.

"Sit down and eat,"

my wife told me.

As I started eating, my wife was on her knees and my pants were unbuttoned. My wife's hand fished out my dick."

Fucking Dave took another pause just when his story was about to get good. "And! go on," I needed to hear his story.

"What do you think happened next?" Dave asked.

Men suck at telling stories. "Well, you got me invested in your story so make it good I want details."

"You want all the details," Dave asked.

I just gave a smile and a smirk, "Um, yes!"

Well, Dave didn't do a particularly good job with the details. What I did get out of his story is that his wife could be a sword swallower and she can suck better than a Hoover Vacuum cleaner.

"I get it, Dave, she gave you a blowjob. What happens next?" I just shook my head.

"She came up and sat on my lap, took a swig from my glass of water and we started kissing. She was undressing me while kissing my neck and talking dirty in my ear."

"What was she saying Dave, details?"

"I don't know Lisa, if you were whispering into my ear after just giving me the best blowjob of your life, what would you say to me? Would you tell me that you want me to suck your nipples until they are tender and hard, or would you prefer that I gently bite them? Would you ask me to let my tongue lick every part of your body before I lick your pussy and nibble on your nub? Would you tell me to be gentle with you or do you like it rough?"

Now my pussy was getting a little wet and I felt my breathing starting to change and my heart was starting to race. I couldn't wait for Dave to tell me how he fucked his wife with his 8" cock, just like the stories I had told my husband.

Dave took another swig of his beer, "she said something along those lines."

"What the fuck Dave! You get me all worked up and that's it." I threw my napkin at him. "Fine, please just tell me what your wife asked for."

Dave continued, "After making love, my wife, her name is Trish by the way, she laid with her head on my chest, and then the words left her mouth,

"Dave, can I ask you a question?"

"Again," Dave said, "I thought she had picked out the car she wanted, but I was wrong. She had picked out the guy she wanted to fuck."

"Oh my god Dave, I'm so sorry. You don't have to say anything more if you don't want to," but Dave continued.

"So, who is it?" I asked my wife calmly.

"Who he is, doesn't matter Dave. I just think it would be exciting. A date with someone new. I know it's the same for a guy too, holding hands, the feeling of a girl wrapping her arms around those big muscles of yours, and the first kiss."

As I listened to Dave tell me his story, I could tell that he was hurting.

Dave ordered another round of drinks and then continued his story, "Trish was running her fingernails over my chest as she tried to convince me how great it would be. I was shocked at her response to my question. I said Trish, you're beautiful and sexy, you can pick up any guy you want, how am I going to find a girl to have sex with?

Dave, you have me, why would you need anyone else?

Trish asked me.

And that's when I lost it and I yelled at her. You're fucking crazy if you think I'm gonna stand by and let my wife get fucked by anyone. And I know it's your prick of a boss Carl that you want to fuck!

My wife was in tears, and I didn't care.

I see the way he looks at you and flirts with you at your company outings and parties. Are the two of you already fucking?

No, Dave, I swear I haven't. It's only been innocent flirting. I kept on telling him I would never go behind your back, that's why we're talking now. Please, Dave, I'm sorry.

It didn't end there either,

"but Dave, it's only sex."

Then why didn't you come to me and tell me you want to try swinging or swapping? I'll tell you why because it was all about you, not us.

I slept in the guest room that night.

That weekend I moved into an apartment. My friend has a rental above his detached garage."

"Did she go through with it, Dave, did she have sex with her boss?"

"Her friends say she didn't. those are her friends right there," Dave pointed at Jill, Meg, and Lynn.

"Trish knows all about you too."

"Me what did I do?"

"The three of them keep her informed. Their husbands have told them to stay out of it. They can talk to Trish and tell her whatever they want, but they are to leave you alone and never talk about Trish to you or say anything nasty to you."

"So, are you going to divorce your wife?"

"We're separated right now. She's the mother of my children and up until she told me she wants to fuck her boss; she was a great wife too."

After reading so many stories, I had to ask, "Dave, did you take any revenge on our wife or her boss?"

"I did some childish stuff, I guess. I stuck a knife in each tire on Carl's Porsche. I did it twice, eight tires for that car are a big expense.

I also ran over his golf bag breaking all his overpriced clubs." Dave let out a little laugh, "Fuck um."

After another swig of his beer, Dave continued, "I didn't have any proof that anything was going on between Carl and my wife, so I'm still deciding if I should tell his wife."

Dave paused. "The day I approached you at the bar, I figured I didn't have anything to lose, you had already turned down everyone that approached you. It was the first time in over 20 years that I tried to pick up a girl in a bar."

"You did a hell of a good job, Dave. You were creative and funny. I think you could have picked up any girl in this bar and still can."

"Well, when I saw the rings and knew you were married."

"So, if you knew I was married, why did you continue to hit on me, flirting with me and asking me to join you and your friends?"

I saw the look on his face, he didn't want to say it, but I knew, "You were using me to make your wife jealous, weren't you? You knew your wife's friends would go back to your wife and tell her that you met someone."

"But I like you too," Dave added. "And anyway, what's the story with you and your husband?"

I was on the spot now do I lie or tell the truth? Do I tell Dave my husband is a cuckold bitch that wants to watch me get fucked? Do I tell him that I go home after our Saturday nights at the bar and tell my husband that Dave pounded my pussy with his 8-inch cock? Or do I lie and tell Dave my husband is impotent and told me I could find a lover? I read a few stories like that.

"Well," Dave asked waiting for my story.

I paused for a minute to gather the courage to continue. "No story, I love my husband, he trusts me and lets me go out and enjoy myself after having to take care of our daughters while he is at work."

"I don't believe that story for one minute. But hey, if you don't want to tell me, I won't push you."

"Thank you, Dave." No, this was nothing I wanted to share, it was my and Jerry's game to play alone. Well except for Tina and Jack who also know.

"So, what's next for you and your wife?"

"My family loves my wife, and they all want me to take her back." Dave took a breath, "they told me I would never find anyone like my wife again, and I should just forgive her."

"Dave, she technically didn't cheat on you, and she did talk to you before it went too far."

"Well, not exactly. See Jill over there, Jill is on a very, very, very short leash with her husband. Most times we don't talk to each other."

"Why what happened?" I asked.

"Jill is Trish's cousin, and they work together. Jill knew that her boss was hitting on Trish, and it was getting out of control. Trish and her boss were going to lunch at least three days a week and everyone in the office thought they were having an affair.

Jill says she doesn't know if they were fucking, but she said she never encouraged Trish to go for it, but she also didn't tell Brian or me what was happening."

"Maybe counseling," I suggested.

"You're enough counseling, she understands the mistake she made every Saturday night that I am with you."

"Okay, Dave, tell me about this birthday party, what do you want from me? It already sounds like I'm not going to be welcomed."

"Well, it's next Saturday. I know you are very secretive so I can pick you up here at the bar if you like. Also, my grandma, grandpa, and my grandma's sister don't have any filters. They say whatever they want, and my family just accept that it is what it is."

"Any other surprises waiting for me?"

"Well, I mean my wife might show up."

"So, you want me to help you rub it in everyone's face that you found a girlfriend to replace your wife?"

"Pretty much," Dave said with a smile.

I said my goodbyes, and Dave stayed by my side as always until the Uber driver picked me up. On the drive home, all I could think of was Dave's wife wanting to fuck another man and my husband wanting me to fuck another man.

This whole party thing gave me more ideas to fuck with Jerry, my little cuckold bitch. I'll break him out of this fantasy if it's the last thing I do.

"How was your night with Dave?" Jerry asked as I walked into our bedroom.

I just looked at my husband and shook my head. "I'm sleeping in the guest room tonight," I grabbed a few things and walked down the hall.

I woke up Sunday morning to the twins helping Jerry make pancakes, there was pancake mix everywhere.

"I'm sorry," Jerry said, "I'll clean it up I promise. And then I was attacked by my girls.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy."

"Let's let Daddy finish cooking breakfast while you two go watch some cartoons."

I had forgotten that Saturday afternoon I locked Jerry's dick in its cage. Jerry shrunk my nice silk tops. He mixed my tops with colored clothes. Three of my tops are now belly shirts and my white top is now tie-dye.

I made sure the girls were playing out in the backyard when I yelled at Jerry. "I gave you one job; do the laundry and you can't even do that right."

To be honest, it's not Jerry's fault he was born a man and can't grasp the concept of doing the laundry. But he had to learn his lesson.

Playfully, I told Jerry he was in trouble and locked his dick away for the rest of the day and evening. I planned on having a little fun with him last night, but I decided to let him suffer a little longer.

After getting the girls set with their favorite Disney show I went to check in on Jerry. I walked up behind Jerry while he was flipping pancakes and whispered into his ear, "Did you leave the cage on all night?" I bit his earlobe hard.

"Yes," was all Jerry said.

I reached into his boxers and started playing with his balls, "I'm sorry about last night, I was in a mood." We can drop the girls off at my sister's and play for a while or we can wait until tonight."

"Do I have to stay locked up until tonight?" Jerry asked as I waited for his response.

He took too long so I decided for him, "Your dick stays locked in its cage until tonight. Also, we need to go shopping to replace the clothes you ruined." The look on Jerry's face. He hadn't gone out wearing his cage since the incident at the bar.

"Don't worry Jerry, no one but us will know."

After we went shopping for new clothes, most of the day was spent with the girls. Daddy spoiled the girls by getting them ice cream for lunch while I was shopping. I looked at Jerry and just shook my head. He knew he was in trouble, again.

I don't know where Jerry gets all his energy from, but he was running around with the girls and playing in the backyard with them all day. Which was good, they were exhausted and would be in bed early tonight. I had plans for Jerry.

I made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner and those girls we exhausted. I gave them their baths and were in bed by 7:00.

As Jerry and I said good night to the girls and walked out of their bedroom, I unzipped Jerry's shorts and grabbed him by his cage. He followed me like a lost puppy, down the stairs around the corner, down the hall, and into our master bedroom.

"Get undressed Jerry and lay on the bed." I had attached Velcro straps to the bed posts, the same straps Jerry used to lock me to the bedpost when we used to play. That was before Jerry suddenly became submissive.

I strapped Jerry nice and tight and started undressing in front of him. I saw his dick twitching in its cage. I lay next to Jerry running my nails over his chest, squeezing his nipples.

"I went to Dave's house last night. He has a nice house. It's big and has a pool and a jacuzzi. His house sits on the water and has a dock and a big boat. You'd like it." I had his balls in my hand as I played with them.

"Jerry, we need to get a jacuzzi. I sat on the edge of the jacuzzi with my legs spread and it was the right height for Dave to kneel on the jacuzzi seating and lick my pussy. You're good at licking my pussy, but nothing like Dave. You need more practice, Jerry."

I straddled Jerry's face as his magic tongue went to work pleasing me. "Oh Jerry, that feels so good. Stick that tongue in deeper like Dave does." I thought Jerry's dick was going to bust out of its cage.

"Jerry, I need to feel your little dick in my pussy. Do you want to reclaim my pussy or at least try?"

I slid off Jerry's face and started playing with his balls and cage. I started sucking on his metal-caged dick, "Do you like that, Jerry? Can you cum in your cage? You better not cum Jerry!"

With that, I released his dick and it stood tall and firm. "Here's a little treat for you for being so good with the girls." I started sucking Jerry's dick and deepthroating him, so he hit the back of my throat. I heard him moaning and had to slow down.

"You better not cum Jerry." I grabbed him by the base of his dick, tugging his balls down. Relax Jerry, I want to feel your dick in me."

I was sliding up and down on Jerry's dick, "You like that don't you Jerry? Dave loves it when I ride him like this." By the time I was done with Jerry's dick, he was out of breath, and I thought I would have to call for an ambulance.

"Where did that come from?" Jerry asked.

"I just wanted to see if you could stay hard longer than Dave, but you failed. Oh, it was good, and I enjoyed myself, but Dave is bigger, better, and lasts longer."

That was all Jerry needed to hear and his sperm war defense took over. "Please unstrap me, Lisa."

"Why Jerry, do you think you can get hard again?" Jerry was stroking his dick until it was hard, and he made sure to show me how long he could last this time. He was incredible and brought me to orgasm over and over.

We were both exhausted. I licked Jerry's dick clean and then I locked Jerry's dick away for another day.

"Hey," Jerry was surprised, "why are you locking me away again?"

"Dave said I could have sex with you tonight, but that was it for the rest of the week. But don't worry Jerry, I'll let you out Saturday night after the party."

"What party," Jerry asked.

"Dave asked me to go to his grandmother's 90th birthday party with him. He wants me to meet his family."

"What, we never talked about anything like this," Jerry was getting mad, and I was getting happy. I was hoping this would push him over the edge.

"Jerry, if you want to stop, we can stop right now and I'll release you from your prison, but that's it, we go back to the way it used to be.