My Poor Cuckold Husband

I have been settled in this job for two years now so imagine my surprise when the company hired a consultant and it turned out to be my old college professor, Doulgas Marchbank. The last time I saw Douglas he was lying on his bed as I dressed. I had the brains to get the 'A' I needed but it was more fun to fuck my way there. And Doulgas had a certain reputation as the biggest dick on compass and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to find out if that was true. It was a cliché but from my experience it was also true that black men had the biggest cocks. My father's driver certainly had an enormous cock. Both mother and I could attest to that.

I headed into the tiny kitchenet for a coffee when I heard the sound of someone entering behind me.

'Hello, Doug,' I said because I knew it annoyed him to be called Doug.

'Yes,' he said without smiling. 'I thought it might be you skulking in the back corner, as usual.'

'I wasn't skulking,' I said, even though that was a pretty accurate description of what I had been doing. Back in college I had been his favourite fuck-pet for two whole semesters, and I wanted to know what his intentions were now. It was fine to be at his beck and call, back in college, but things were different now. I was married for one thing, and I liked this job for another. I didn't need the complication of this old man coming back into my life and wanting things to go back to the way they had once been.

'How long do you think you will be working here?' I asked.

'That didn't sound very welcoming,' he said, finally smiling. 'Aren't, you pleased to see me, Giselle?'

'Oh, I don't care if you work here...just so long as you don't want to fuck me!'

He gave a puzzled frown as though my words confused him. 'And why would you presume to think you could take up where you left off, two years ago?'

'I presume...? You have a cheek. I'm the one who is telling you that it ins't going to happen.' To show I was serious I turned my back on him an faced the counter.

'Yes, so you did,' he said taking hold of my wrist and placing my hand on his crotch, right over his long, slack cock.

Out of habit my fingers closed over his gorgeous cock and squeezed it. Then I shook myself. 'No.' I released his cock.

Then Doug slipped his hands around me and cupped them over my firm, little breasts. I sighed with the pleasure of it before I could stop myself. 'I'm warning you. I could have you up for sexual harassment for this!'

Doug leant closer, pressing his enormous cock against my tight ass as he whispered into my ear. 'I hear you are married now.'

'Yes, and to a very lovely man, so would you mind taking your hands off my tits?'

Doug's hot, wet tongue probed my ear as he said, 'He might be lovely, but can he stretch your pussy the way my cock can?'

A moan escaped my lips. 'No one else has ever stretched me that way!'

Doug ground his cock against my ass. 'I hope he does you anally often. I'd have to have to retrain your tight ass to take me all over again!'

'Yes,' I said in a whimper as I remembered the many sessions it took for my ass to be able to take all of his cock. 'I make sure he does me in the ass!'

'And this lovely man, does he have a big cock?'

I shrugged. 'I married him!'

'Good point, so you should be able to take me in your ass without too much retraining then.'

'I never said I was going to let you fuck me, in the ass or anywhere else!'

'You didn't need to,' he said as he released me and left the room.

I was so flustered I couldn't make a simple cup of coffee. I peeked out of the kitchenete, but he had gone completely. Now what was I going to do? I needed his cock!

I searched the building for him, but he had left completely.

He returned the following day looking as smug as he always did.

Jack Winstanley, my direct manager, called me into his office. 'Hi, Giselle, I need a faovur from you.'

I glanced at the open door. 'What, here?'

He grimaced. 'Not that sort of favour. The new hotshot is demanding an assistant. I know that it is below your paygrade...but he did ask for you and Mr Toska wants to keep this guy happy.'

Mr Toska was the CEO and I didn't really move in his circles but everyone knew that if he wanted it, it happened. 'Fine.'

Jack sighed with relief. 'Great! Thanks for your understanding.' Then he looked at the door. 'If you closed the door...'

I glared at my manager. 'I just did you a big favour. I'm not going to blow you too!'

'Yeah, your right, I'm sorry.'

I closed the door. 'Just be quick!'

*****

Doug looked at his gold watch as I entered his office. 'I do hope you aren't going to make a habit of being late.'

'Fuck you!' I said as I closed the door behind me. 'Listen to me, Doug, I'm not assistant material so suck it up.'

He actually laughed as he wrapped one of his long arms around me and pulled me in close. 'Do you know you have cum on your chin?'

I wiped the back of my hand across my chin. 'Sorry.'

'Don't be, you always did look good with a cock in your mouth, especially mine.'

'On that, as you pointed out, I'm married now.'

Doug nodded thoughtfully. 'And that cum on your chin, that was his I suppose?'

'You know he doesn't work here!'

'Oh, so it wasn't your husband's cum on your chin, and this early in the moring too.

I shook my head as I broke out of his grasp and moved to a chair and sat down. 'You always were a prick!'

Doug moved to stand behind me and took hold of my little tits in his large hands. 'Are you going to invite me home for dinner soon?'

'Why would I do that?' I asked as I felt my body tingling with pleasure.

Doug slipped his hands inside my blouse. I wasn't wearing a bra and his warm hands stroked over my bare skin. 'I would like to meet this nice man you married.'

'Barry doesn't know...you know.'

'That you fuck around?'

'Well, yeah.'

'Don't worry, your secret is safe with me,' he said as he ran a hand down over my stomach and rubbed between my legs.

I parted my knees for him as I told him, 'Please, don't ruin things for me!'

'Me? Why would I want to ruin your life?'

I suddenly jumped up and bent over the workbench. 'For fucks sake, just do me and get it over with!'

Doug lifted my loose, flowing skirt and said, 'I see that you still don't believe in wearing panties.'

I gave a grunt as he forced the first three or so inches of his long twelve inches into me.

'If you are going to be my assistant, I thought I might as well start retraining your asshole.'

'God,' I cried out as he stretched my asshole to tearing point. 'I've missed your cock so much!' Luckily for me, Barry's cock was a lovely size, so my ass was able to take Doug, just. I knew it wouldn't take too many fucks from Doug for my ass to be able to take him again with ease and I knew that I would probably be taking his cock on a daily basis from now until his contract finished.

*****

It was two nights later, and I was as nervous as hell. Doug was coming for dinner. I had only worked with him for two days but already he'd spun his web over me and I could feel myself being pulled into it.

He arrived carrying a very expensive bottle of wine and a snug smile as he ran his eyes over me.

All day I'd been in a dilemma, how to look sexy without letting Bary know it wasn't for him? I rarely wore underwear so that part was easy. For the last year or so I'd taken to trimming my muff down low, but I'd stopped shaping it. Since Doug's arrival I'd gone back to waxing my pussy smooth, something that Barry had noticed but not commented on.

My dress was long and flowing and with a deep V cut front and a split on the right side that went all the way to my hip. If I was careful, not too much skin showed, unless I wanted it to.

As Barry turned to take the wine into the dining room, I twirled for Doug's benefit, giving him a show of my body.

Doug smiled as he pulled me to him and kissed me.

'Not here, not like that!' I hissed as I pulled free of his questing tongue.

Doug had his hand slipped inside the split of my dress, cupping my bare ass as he followed me into the living room.

'So, how long have you two known each other,' asked Barry entering through the other doorway.

I tried to shake Doug's hand free, but he held onto my ass as he said to my husband, 'Oh, we've known each other since college. I was Giselle's professor.'

'That long,' said Barry before asking. 'Can I get you a starter drink, Douglas?'

'A scotch would be nice.'

'Coming right up.'

As Barry left the room, Doug pushed his other hand inside my dress and stroked my wet pussy.

'What are you doing?' I hissed. 'Barry can't catch you doing this to me?'

Doug only smiled as he removed his hands and sat on the sofa as he pulled me down alongside him.

Barry's glance told me he was wondering why I was sitting so close to Doug, but he didn't ask as he handed Doug his scotch and me a glass of my favourite white wine.

'Excuse me,' said Barry with a smile. 'I'll just check on dinner.'

'Barry has cooked for us,' I said to Doug.

When my husband had gone, Doug smirked at me as he said, 'Tell me, does the little woman wear an apron when he is in the kitchen?'

'No,' I said, feeling even more annoyed because Barry did sometimes wear and apron, but only to stop his clothes getting soiled as he cooked.

Doug took my hand and placed it on his cock.

I snatched my hand back as I told him, 'Behave!'

'All is nearly ready,' said Barry as he walked back into the room.

I felt this eyes on me and I wondered what he was thinking.

Barry dashed back to the kitchen to serve. When he called us, Doug wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to the dining room as if I was his date. Barry pulled out a chair for me, but Doug guided me to the chair next to his. Silently Barry reorganised the cutlery before placing a plate of food in front of each of us and opening the wine Doug had brought and pouring three glasses.

'I hear Giselle is acting as your assistant,' said Barry.

'Yes, and she is very accommodating.'

'I'm sure she is.'

I wanted to ask what my husband meant by that, but I was too afraid to ask.

Annoyingly Bary and Doug continued to chat as we ate. I felt Doug's hand on my thigh and did my best not to show anything was happening as he stroked his little finger over my pussy.

At the end of the meal Barry collected our empty plates and topped up our wine as Doug continued to toy with my pussy under the table.

'Would you please stop that!' I hissed the moment my husband was out of the room.

'Stop what?' asked Doug.

'You know exactly what I mean!'

'I think my wife is referring to the way you are playing with her under the table.'

I looked up to find Barry standing in the doorway.

'You are quite right,' said Doug. 'As a guest, I shouldn't be sneaking around behind your back. So, I am going to be honest and simply tell you that your wife and I have been fuck-buddies for years.'

Barry surprised me by shrugging as he said. 'I guessed that much.'

'Did you?' I asked.

'Yeah, you told me you fucked one of your professors back in college and I'm guessing it was Douglas, right.'

'Yes, but I'm not referring to then,' said Doug. 'I have been fucking your wife since the moment she laid eyes on me again.'

'I figured that much out for myself.'

'Did you?' I asked.

Barry looked at me. 'The waxed pussy wasn't for me, was it?'

I was forced to look down at the table as I shook my head.

'And this dress, it's for him, isn't it?'

'Yes.'

'And a delightful dress it is,' said Doug as he eased it down over my shoulders to expose my small breasts. He cupped the closest tit as he told my husband. 'Would you be a good fellow and pour me some more wine?'

I felt so sorry for Barry as he picked up the bottle and refilled Doug's glass.

'And you?' Barry asked, looking at me as Doug played with my tits.

'Err no, I'm good.'

'I'd say you were more than good,' said Doug. 'I'd say you were great, especially in bed!' He smirked as he said to my husband. 'Wouldn't you agree, Barry?'

'Yeah, Giselle is great in bed!'

Doug stood up and led me into the living room where, in front of my husband, he undressed me completely. 'Now, why don't you be a good little host and fetch me my wine, while your wife takes my cock out and blows me.'

Barry returned from the dining room with Doug's glass of wine just as I placed the tip Doug's cock in my mouth and started to suck on it.

'Good, boy,' said Doug as he took the offered glass from my husband's hand. 'Now, sit down there and watch how your wife likes to be handled.'

Doug rocked his hips back and forth, driving his monstrous cock deep into my throat making me gag and choke as drool ran from between my lips to dribble down onto my breasts.

'I was only telling your wife the other day how pretty she looks with my cock in her mouth. Don't you agree, Barry?'

'Yes, I think she looks very lovely.'

Doug chuckled. 'God, I think you really do like to look of my big, black cock in Giselle's mouth, don't you?'

Barry looked into my eyes as he told me, 'Yes, I do.'

'Imagine how pretty you'll think she is when you see the slut with my cock up her ass.'

'Please, don't call her that,' said Barry.

'What slut? What else would you call a woman who sucks another man's cock in front of her husband and who regularly has sex with her manager, and I'm not referring to me.'

I wanted to stop Doug talking, but it was difficult with his cock jammed down my throat.

'You do know that your slut wife fucks Jack, don't you?'

'I know,' said Barry in such a defeated voice my heart went out to him.

I had no idea he knew about me and Jack, and it hurt me that he had been suffering in silence all this time.

As I worked on Doug's monstrous cock I continued to glance over at my husband. It felt so wrong, but Barry seemed content to watch me blow Doug in our living room. Eventually all good things must end and Doug dumped a huge load of cum down my throat. I drank it greedily but some spilt to run down my chin and onto my tits.

Doug took and handful of my hair and pulled me back to my feet. 'I think that Barry has been a wonderful husband about this, don't you agree, Giselle?'

'I do,' I said as I wondered where Doug was going with this.

'I believe he deserves a great big wet kiss from his loving wife as his reward.'

Doug have me a gentle shove and I trotted obediently to my husband. Barry pulled me down onto his lap and we kissed, with my lips coated in Doug's thick cum. I felt so sorry for my husband. What must it be like, kissing me, knowing that my lips were coated in another man's cum. But Barry didn't seem to mind. In fact, if anything his kiss was even more passionate that usual, which both surprised and scared me. It scared me because I was unsure of Doug's intentions. And, if Barry wasn't going to put up a fight, Doug would walk all over him.

After we had kissed for some time, Barry dipped his mouth lower and cleaned my tits too.

Doug wore his usual smirk as he took hold of my wrist and pulled me from my husband's lap as if he owned me, which he probably did now. 'I think that is enough reward for the moment. I might allow you two some time together again later, but for now, I want my slut back.'

I waited but this time Barry didn't object to Doug describing me as his slut.

Doug pulled me to the sofa, and we sat with his cock still hanging free from the front of his trousers.

'My contract is for six months, at this stage, and I think it would be easier if I simply moved in here.' Doug smiled at my husband as he added, 'As there is no longer a need to sneak around behind your back, I assume you won't mind me fucking your wife whenever the mood takes me?'

'No, I won't mind.'

'That is very accommodating of you, Barry. So, I guess there is a guest bedroom?'

'Yes, there is,' said Barry.

'Good. I'll give you until tomorrow to move your things into it. I will be sharing your bedroom with Giselle after that.'

I searched Barry's face hoping to find a glimmer of defiance, but I didn't.

'I can be ready by then.'

'Good boy,' said Doug, a wide smile across his full lips. 'Now, as I'll be the man of the house for the next six months I may from time to time invite guests over. I assume you would have no objections to me sharing your wife with them.'

'I have no objections,' said Barry.

'Oh, it's not an important thing, but that scotch you offered me was terrible. I'll give you the name of my preferred drink. It would be nice if you could purchase some before I come with my things tomorrow.'

'I'll see to it.'

'Good. Now I think it's time I fucked this gorgeous, sexy creature, don't you?'

'Be my guest.'

'Oh, I will,' said Doug. 'And anytime the urge takes me.

I wanted to resist but who would I be kidding and Barry didn't seem to be interested in trying to stop Doug and me having sex, right here in the living room.

Doug pulled me back to my feet and bend me over the padded arm of the sofa and slipped his magnificent cock deep into my ass as my husband watched from no more than five feet away.

'Giselle tells me that she has ensured that you kept her ass well trained, so I thank you Barry. It can be quite tiresome retraining an ass as tight as your wife's, to take my cock. And I do so enjoy making this bitch squirm as I fuck her in the ass.' Doug gave my buttock a firm slap before adding, 'I'm sure Jack thanks you too and any other man your wife has fucked recently.' Doug laughed. 'I'm sure she allowed them to use her ass too. It does seem to be your wife's favourite place to take a cock, not that her mouth and her pussy aren't lovely too. But her ass is just too gorgeous to ignore. Once I've done her several more times, I'll probably get around to doing her pussy, but for now, I think I'll stick with her asshole. What do you think Barry? Does that sound like a plan to you?'

I glanced at my husband to find him entranced with the view of this older black man reaming out my asshole.

'It sounds a great plan to me.'

Doug laughed as he told my husband, 'I don't want you thinking that I will allow you to watch every time I fuck your wife. This is a special treat because you have behaved so well today. But I will send her to you when I'm done with her so you can eat my cum out of whatever hole I've used. You'll like that, won't you Barry?'

Poor Barry, he blushed quite brightly as he said, 'Yes, sir, I would.'

'Yes, I thought you might. I have discovered that there is something in a good cuckold's nature that makes them eager to eat cum out of their wife's holes.'

Doug finally shut-up and got down to the business of fucking me. He was balls deep in my tight little ass now, making me squirm as he said he would. I dipped my hand down between my legs and worked my clit as he reamed my ass. I hated myself, but I think the fact that I as enjoying this fuck so much was partly because Barry was watching me, so meekly. I couldn't resist the urge to tell my husband, 'God, I love Doug's cock so much!'

Doug chuckled.

Now that I'd started, I looked my husband in the eye as I told him, 'He fucks me like a real man. Doug doesn't care what I want, he does what makes him happy. To him, I'm just a piece of meat he can stick his cock into anytime he wants, and I love him for it. I love his cock, and I love the way he makes me feel!'

When I finally orgasmed, it was magnificently earth-shattering in intensity. My whole body shook and trembled as Doug filled my asshole to overflowing with this thick creamy cum.

Doug pulled out of me and then clicked his fingers in the general direction of my husband. 'The slut is ready for you.'

Barry rose to his feet, but Doug told him, 'Oh no, a good cuckold always crawls to his wife on his knees when she needs cleaning.'