I Am the Cucold

When I switched off the engine, my heart skipped and a familiar adrenaline surge heightened my arousal. I tapped the steering wheel with my head bowed and feet tapping nervously, agonising over whether I'd be invited inside or banished from his door.

I stared at Sarah, who eyeballed me back. She knew the answer but would only show, not tell. Our car filled with sexual tension and raunchy delight as her pupils dilated and I imagined her pussy doing the same.

A slight, delicious whiff of her arousal suggested I was right.

She waited for my nod, her permission to fuck another man, but I paused, cringing with shame, wrestling my soul in a syrupy taboo of my making.

They'd texted each other while I drove. She giggled and wriggled her ass cheeks, desperate for the cock he'd sent photos of. Sarah showed me the messages, reading aloud their filthy texts while my cock pressed hard against tight jeans, oozing more shame into my boxer shorts.

She curled her bottom lip downwards, begging to be unleashed.

I nodded my consent, then leapt out of the car. While opening her door, I saw Justin waiting beside his, so I kissed her goodbye, patting Sarah's backside, releasing my wife from the vows that bound us at the altar.

She skipped joyfully up the path and into his arms, desperate to sink her pussy onto his thick, long cock.

I waited.

And waited.

I didn't hear the door click or shut.

I looked towards his house and saw my gift dangling on the door handle, so I hurried to collect it. Her baby blue lace French knickers were heavy with pussy cream. When I scrunched them into my nose, enjoying her pre-fucking arousal, I was hit by the pungent aroma of a wife in sexual desperation.

I sucked gently on her gusset, extracting what flavours I could and was about to turn and leave when I noticed the door was slightly ajar.

They hadn't shut it. At last I was invited to watch him fuck my wife and on such a special occasion.

I stepped inside, admiring his home, skipping quickly across the foyer when realising he was already fucking Sarah in the kitchen. Her shouts were distinctive and directed at me.

"Come closer and watch me fuck them, husband."

Them?

I walked boldly into the kitchen where three brothers stood ready to service my beloved wife.

"Come over here, Russell, and watch my cock slide inside your wife."

I couldn't get down onto my knees fast enough, making sure I was inches away from the action. Her pussy and his cock were so close I could smell her desperation and his pre-cum.

It was hedonistic, musky, and intoxicating.

Sarah turned her head to look backwards at me, smiled, then sucked the glistening glans of a stranger's cock while he gripped her ponytail.

They'd set out two leather padded kitchen stools for Sarah to lie across while servicing her mouth and pussy holes.

When Justin's eight inch meat feast nuzzled against Sarah's cunt, I saw how stretched she'd be.

"Do you want me to fuck your wife?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Oh sorry. Yes, please."

He slid his veiny monster inside my wife and I watched the tight seal around her pussy entrance clench down hard. It was a month since any bull had fucked Sarah because we needed to choose which once suited us best after we discovered I was infertile.

Her gasp and the slight hike upwards of her ass to improve his access to her slit looked amazing from my excellent viewpoint, just below his ball sacks.

Her pussy leaked cream under pressure as he pounded his cock inside my wife. The nectar I wanted desperately, dribbled delightfully down her thighs in rivulets of my shame.

A drop of her precious pussy nectar coursed down his iron solid shaft, then drizzled across his balls, hanging tantalisingly on a fold of loose skin as if waiting for the right moment to fall.

When it dropped, I chased the liquid gold downwards because it belonged to them no longer and the marble floor below was mine. Justin chuckled when my tongue plowed into her creamy mess as I licked and devoured my just desserts.

I looked up and watched his stroke quicken and knew the gagging sound Sarah made expressed the pleasure my wife felt in both holes.

Her mouth was full, with trails of saliva marking her chin, dripping onto the floor while Justin's brother pumped Sarah's face harder with two hands clamped onto the back of her head.

Justin tiptoed higher and leaned in harder, fucking my wife's cunt to show us both who was in charge. We needed his seed and accepted the arrogance of a man with plenty of it.

Sarah was securing our future happiness with every stroke of Justin's fat, veiny cock.

I watched his balls twitch from less than two inches away and saw her stomach spasm when he filled my wife with an ocean of primal, potent seed.

"Let's hope she gets pregnant this time, eh, Simon?"

Oh god yes, please.

His cum leaked out, and I went straight for her thighs, licking her silken, sticky skin an inch from where her pussy was still full of his cock.

They both jerked, and she squeezed her cunt tightly against his shaft, milking every drop of seed.

"My seed will hunt your wife's egg down in no time."

I glanced at her face and saw Justin's brother had finished, emptying his thick, creamy load inside Sarah's mouth. He sat back, exhausted, while she gargled, grinning at me before swallowing.

"Are you ready to feed on your wife's pussy because my cock is slipping out?"

I shuffled on my knees until his ball sacks draped across my forehead.

"I'm ready now."

He slid his semi flaccid, creamy cock out of my wife's pussy while she twisted slightly, and reached back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks wide. I'd already puckered my lips tightly and when opportunity was presented, I inserted them into the gaping hole recently vacated.

I sucked hard and received a thick creamy flow that burned my mouth with its salty potency and life. Their musky flavour forced my hand to grip my cock, which I shuffled hard in the throes of my delight.

"She won't get pregnant if you suck too much sperm out."

"He doesn't care. My husband knows this is day one of my ovulation."

I wanted to be debased and ground myself in the reality of my useless infertility. I needed to relieve the yearning taboo desire for humiliation that cried out from deep within my soul.

Sarah slid off the stools to press her cunt harder into my face, wriggling from side to side to help my tongue reach deeper inside and collect more of their lovemaking cream.

I felt Justin's hand rifle my hair, before gripping me hard and pushing my face into her creamy mess.

I licked her swollen labia, sucked both delicious petals into my mouth and cleaned them, before sliding my cum soaked lips along her creamy swollen furrow until I found her pearl treasure.

I sucked gently, engorging her clitoris, flicking its tip with a hint of my tongue.

She gripped the saliva streaked cock resting nearby, peeled its foreskin until an erection returned. Sarah wanked his shaft while I tantalised her clitoris until wave after wave of orgasms shuddered through her onto my tongue.

When she came, thrashing, jerking and wanking, the flow of cream from her cunt increased, and I swallowed my prize gratefully.

I helped carry my wife to the bedroom and lay on his bed while she rested on top with her back pressed to my chest.

Justin raised my wife's legs by the ankles while a third brother took a massive syringe, licked its applicator, then inserted the nozzle deep inside Sarah's anus. He pumped the plunger, and she whimpered as her rectum filled with cold lube.

Harry pressed his glans against my wife's puckered sphincter and I cuddled her when she tensed, whispering words of encouragement. His was the first cock to break the inward seal of my wife's virgin back passage. It was the price for their seed.

Each brother would fuck Sarah's asshole for one night, rotating for six days each month until she caught pregnant.

In return, we would receive a single seed package daily from one of them, injected deep inside her womb, delivered lovingly in turn about by the brothers, night after night.

We'd repeat the entire process next month if Sarah wasn't pregnant.

While Harry fucked my wife's ass, I squirmed underneath her, delighting as she moaned like a whore, praying the tests would return negative results for at least a few months.