Cuckold Potential

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Peritomin
Peritomin
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I might be a cuckold. I'm not sure. Ask my wife.

Three years ago, my wife Marilyn's affair with a coworker had just ended. Although I was responsible for suggesting she have the affair, I illogically experienced a brief spat of jealousy during their relationship which ended about four months after it had begun.

Despite that brief and unpleasant interlude, I encouraged her to continue dating other men.

Unlike the first time I'd suggested this, she now readily agreed. I realized then that once the line is crossed, there's little chance of going back to the way things were.

We met a few swingers but I found that I'd rather she be fucked by other men; I wasn't as interested in fucking another guy's wife as having a guy fuck mine.

As this lifestyle was taking shape, we joined a nudist camp about 20 miles from our home. We stay overnight on average a weekend night each month at one of their rental cottages. The camp also has a small four-room motel, but we prefer their small three-room log cabins, each of which has a kitchen and dining area.

The camp boasts a bar, pool, lunch room, a small "night club" of sorts, a lake and several recreational activities. Families make up a majority of its membership, but singles can also be found there almost any day.

One evening, we were sitting alone at a dining room table in the clubhouse. Typically on weekends, the dining area is crowded until the hours grow late.

A 19-year-old student walked up to our table and asked if he could join us. A camera bag hung by a strap on a shoulder as he gripped a cafeteria tray of food. The young guy was tall and slender. His dark hair was trimmed short, his eyes a brilliant green.

I said, "Sure." He placed his tray across from us and pulled up a chair. Most diners were naked at all meals, but he and I wore towels at our waist that night. Marilyn that night had felt more comfortable with her white towel wrapped about her body.

His name was Dave, and he was halfway through his second year at a local community college.

We learned he planned to attend a university a couple hundred miles away upon graduation. He, his younger sister and parents had been members of the camp since he was in middle school.

This weekend, his parents had paid the camp's fee for another rental. Around noon, his dad was called on his cell phone and told he was needed at his store that afternoon and the next day; two of his part-time employees had become ill and needed to go home as soon as he could get there.

Their daughter Karen left with them. The dad told Dave he could have the room for the night all for himself.

As we chatted, he told us that he was also taking a photography class for an easy credit.

Glancing to a smattering of others around the dining area, he confided he had asked a couple of married women if they might be interested in modeling. He was turned down for the reason that either woman didn't want their pics to show up on some website.

His promises that wouldn't happen didn't convince them. The photos weren't for his classroom work, but only for "experience" and an intended personal collection.

My wife's eyes rolled a fleeting look to me, as if questioning whether she should offer to be his model. I nodded a quick approval.

Turning to Dave, she said, "Sounds like you're asking me if I'd model for you."

He laughed and said, "Well, not really, but ... well, would you? You can control the nature of the photos."

We finished the meal and walked out the door toward our rental. Holding his camera bag by its strap, Dave walked behind Marilyn to our cabin.

Walking behind him, I noticed his eyes roaming over my wife's nude figure. Couldn't blame him. She is truly incredible. I later learned she was aware of his stare.

In the cabin, I removed my towel, walked to the laundry basket and threw it in. As I entered the living room, Marilyn hand was over her mouth as she gaped at David's monster cock.

I too was startled and said, "Wow! You're, like, well, huge!" He grinned, "Yeah, I know. I get a lot of looks walking around the grounds here."

My wife's eyes darted to my member, then to his. She said, "I apologize for ogling. It's like a spike!"

His dick was only semi-tumescent. Although not bi, I was getting hard just looking at it; perhaps my reaction also was my suspicion of what was racing through Marilyn's mind. She gulped and asked, "Where would you like me to do for your first picture?"

Marilyn wore only large red ear rings and a red, beaded necklace.

Dave asked her to lean against a kitchen counter.

After a couple of shots with his digital camera, he told her, "I won't need to 'direct' you. You're a natural. Do whatever you think is right for a pose."

She lay on the couch, and lay a leg atop the couch's back, the other on the floor. This position placed her just below the level of his cock. Her eyes again traveled down his body to his cock. Her voice tremored as she asked, "Is this okay for your next shot?"

Marilyn couldn't disguise her excitement. Her pale brown nipples stood out like spikes. Her groin pumped a couple of times in a subtle, lusty roll.

Neither Dave nor I was fooled by her feeble attempt to act cool. And Marilyn, gazing up at the young man's massive - and now throbbing - cock, certainly wasn't fooled by his pretense not to feel the same excitement.

From the age of 14, my wife had sex with several guys before we met and was still fucking another when we had begun dating.

Almost all her dates from high school on included oral sex at the end of the evenings; intercourse was saved only for those she considered longer-term prospects.

At the time she and I were in school, most students didn't consider oral sex to be "real" sex. One of the most often asked questions among girls was, "Should I suck a cock on the first date or the second?"

She had informed me about her past experiences only because I'd asked. She also had told me that the dicks of all but perhaps one were larger and/or longer than my slender four-and-a-half inches. Dave's oversized pole, though, was easily more than twice my length.

I felt pitiful at the moment.

Although Dave's skin is pale, not tanned as are most nudists, his stiff member was darker and purple veined. The dickhead was broad, an oversized walnut atop the expansive, curved stalk.

And, although certainly not as substantial, I was now as hard as that young guy standing over my wife.

He reached into his camera bag and pulled out a pack rolling papers and a plastic baggie of green weed. He devised a joint, lit it and passed it around. This was our first experience with the stuff.

His dick was horizontally straight, not curved upward like my small member.

He shot more pics on the couch. Soon, the redness in our eyes glowed like cherries in milk. My numbed body felt as I was moving through gelatin.

My wife's breasts rose and fell as she stared at his generous dimensions. His hands now trembled. He opened his mouth as if to ask her something but didn't.

Marilyn opened her mouth like she was imagining sucking his length down her throat. In our intoxicated state, nothing any longer seemed real to my wife or I.

Her voice quavering, she said, "Would you rather have me on the bed?" and then, realizing the unintentional double meaning of her remark, restated, "I mean, you know, like me to pose on our bed?"

Dave caught sight of my stiff shaft and nodded affirmatively, saying, "Sounds good to me."

Lying on her back, my wife suggested to him, "Want to kneel over me and take a pic from above?" She spread her legs. He kneeled between her knees and pointed the camera at her face and breasts.

As she reached to push her hair back, her fingers brushed "accidentally" across his dick.

Her hand lingered there for a moment, and then enwrapped his extensive girth. He laid aside his camera, leaning his hands against the headboard. She stroked his cock with unhurried, steady pulls.

He glanced to me as if to ask whether I was upset over this.

I licked my upper lip nodded approvingly. Amid curious effects from the few hits off Dave's joint, my mind felt as if I were on another planet where reality no longer ruled.

My wife moaned and wrapped her long legs about his hips.

I sat in a chair in the bedroom's corner to watch.

She said, "I've been at this nudist camp for more than two years and I've never seen anyone so big."

He responded, "Probably because you haven't seen them hard before."

She knew I liked watching but said to him, "I don't want my husband feeling any jealousy later. So, would you mind if I asked him to guide you in?"

He agreed, perhaps somewhat reluctantly, "Okay." She waved me to the bed.

I sat alongside them at the bed's edge. Marilyn seized my forearm, leading my hand to grasp his member.

His rigid rod throbbed beneath its yielding outer flesh. My wife's yearning cunt was creaming. She whimpered, her hips rolling in anticipation of this colossus sinking deeply inside her.

My fist lingered a moment, lightly pumping his baton. I was surprised at my joy, firmly holding his enviable length.

My wife's fervent plea rocked me from the reverie as she cried, "Put it inside me. Now!" She tightened her long legs around his buttocks, pulling her groin to his.

I guided the dickhead until it rested just inside the mouth of her slick cunt.

Her head rolled, her hair flailing in the warm air. Sobbing, she licked the fullness of her lips. Her eyes were widened as he pressed deeper.

Dave groaned in pleasure.

I moved away and again plopped into the corner chair. Curling my fist around my cock, I masturbated as his baton descended into her pussy.

Now fully united, both moaned as they fucked madly.

His broad pole rammed into her. Her hips rolled, meeting his every thrust. She wailed as the young guy's cock thrust into her hot cunt like a battering ram. The rocky beads of her red necklace and ear rings rattled as their bodies writhed and shuddered in wild abandoned.

Dark recesses of her mind roiled in remembrance of the first two young guys who had fucked her more than a decade before.

"I'm gonna cum," he groaned.

"Me too," she said. "Fuck meeee!" She thrashed madly beneath him.

He grunted as his seed flooded her cunt. She whimpered, and then wailed, "It's so good! I'm a'cummin!" They exploded together. My eyes closed. I pumped my cock until erupting in creamy gobs.

Exhausted, they walked to the shower together. I watched from the doorway as she kneeled on the tile and took as much length as possible into her mouth.

Returning to the bed, her lips encircled his cock and he lapped her clitoris. He rolled her to her stomach.

She kneeled, gripping the headboard, and swiveled her head around to watch his big dick entering her pussy from the rear. His hips rolled invitingly. She howled as the torpedo submerged to full depth.

His flesh slapped forcefully against her buttocks. He groaned as hot sperm spewed through her cuntal walls. My wife was cumming in multiple orgasms, and finally they climaxed simultaneously in ear shattering cries.

Dave and his family lives less than ten miles from our home. At that time, the proximity allowed my wife and him to fuck often thereafter while I was on the road during the week.

On a few weekends, Marilyn and Dave attended the nudist camp overnight without me. I approved. I think, but can't recall with certainty, that originally might have been at my suggestion.

He often fucked her at our home. Sometimes I watched, but most often they hooked up alone. At the end of that semester, he moved away to school as planned.

Marilyn and Dave still get together occasionally whenever he's home. They go out for movies, dinner, dancing -- and whatever sexual thrills they can imagine - when he's home and I'm out of town on business.

Who pays, you ask? Well, she does. Students typically don't have a lot of disposable cash.

All of this must seem somewhat weird to most straight couples. Yet, the strangest event of all occurred only recently.

A few weeks ago, Dave's younger sister Ashley somehow discovered he's dating a married woman. He admitted to her that the relationship is with the husband's permission.

After some badgering, Dave went on to identify us. We had since met her and her parents at the nudist camp and had chatted with the family perhaps a half-dozen times. She said, "Wow. She's a knockout. You lucky dog!"

That may not seem a logical conversation between most brothers and sisters, but their family always seemed more accepting of different lifestyles.

The kids believe their parents might have an open marriage. Because of several incidents they have noticed among their parents and their parents' friends over the past few years, Dave and his sister suspect their parents are swingers. It's clear to me, though, that they aren't really sure. I'm not convinced either.

Their parents own a profitable retail store. Ashley is a first year student at the community college where David formerly attended.

Later during the weekend Dave had told Ashley about us, she followed up their conversation. She began this unexpected discussion by asking her brother, "Will you promise not to tell our parents if I ask a personal favor?"

She must have known, though, that his confidence would be unquestioned; after all, she didn't tell them about that "married woman" thing.

She went on, "I've been thinking about what you told me. I know this will sound weird, but would you ask the married couple what they would think about the husband and me dating, sort of like you and his wife? I don't mean any 'regular thing.' Sort of, like, now and then, you know?"

I told him to tell Ashley that that I thought it would be great. I wasn't sure at that moment whether Dave approved of the idea, but he went on to insist he thought it was a great idea.

Admittedly, Ashley is a bit young, but ... she's, well, hot!

Dave just left for his next semester. He and his sister have discussed our "dating" a couple of times since at home and by phone; and that's a definite possibility when Dave is home for winter break. He said his sis has admitted having fucked three guys and told him she didn't mind if he told us that.

Marilyn asked him whether he'd considered a foursome in bed with his sister and me alongside them. He said, "Wow, sounds hot! I guess that would be up to Ashley."

Also, my wife has found I sort of enjoy it -- strange as this may seem -- when she pretends to humiliate me in his presence. Dave knows it's a put-on too and laughs as he goes along with it.

She often will look at me while holding up his cock proudly, with a mock put-down, and say, "Yours is sooo tiny by comparison. You're my 'little boy' dick when the 'real' one isn't around."

Another phrase she uses is, "I'm so glad you're my 'cuckyboy'."

I'm not sure how many readers here will understand what that means. (And I'm not really sure I actually am a cuckyboy.

Maybe I am, but I like it.

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26thNC26thNCover 4 years ago
Peritoneum

To write something like this you have to be more asshole than dick. Cucks suck, literaly.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 12 years ago
ashole!

I hate candyass wimp cuck assholes! I have more respect for pieces if shit.

desperate1desperate1about 12 years ago
cuckyboys rule (not)

I have been a cuck for most of my marriage and I loved it. If you dont like the story go somewhere else. I just think that knowing your wife has been fucked by something you will never have is sooooo exciting. My 4" has never satisfied her or any other woman so if my wife wants to get her satisfaction somewhere else its more than fine by me. In fact some of the things shes done get me to the edge of cumming without my hand

newuser1newuser1over 12 years ago
Very nicely done

I really liked this story. Good job and continue the story. The sister and the husband thing was very hot at the end. Only topped by the fake humiliation.

AnonymousAnonymousover 14 years ago
Cuckold story?

Double ZERO.

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