The Army Cuckbyhorrorotica©
Vaniqua often thought that being married to a military man was rough with all the separations, moving from place to place and the grind of living on a base. It took her some time to come to this conclusion and after seven years of married 'bliss' she began to feel doubts about what her married life had become. There was only one 'small' problem with her husband that no one would believe her if she told them. Her husband Thomas was a proud black man, tall, handsome, strong, and very fit like most army guys are. Yet despite all this he only had a cock that was 3.5 inches hard. Can you believe it a strong black man with a pecker like white man?
Only two things made their marriage work. Firstly, he actually encouraged her to fuck other guys. As a matter of fact she often felt that he got off on it more than she did. Her husband liked watching it, he liked listening to it, he liked eating out any cum filled holes or licking another man's cum off her body, and he even ate cum out of condoms used on her! Mostly though, he liked to hear about how the other guy satisfied her so much better than he ever could. He found all the guys she had to fuck and although she enjoyed the sex, she was beginning to feel like she was nothing more than a live sex show for Thomas.
Secondly, he was very generous with his money and provided her with all the creature comforts and luxuries she ever wanted.
Is this love? Is this how a marriage is meant to be? Vaniqua wasn't too sure she really loved Thomas anymore, but maybe she loved the lifestyle she had? The money and the cute guys with huge cocks fucking her whenever she wanted wasn't the kind of marriage she had envisioned as young girl. She had dreamed of romance, of intimacy, of a soul mate who would complete her. Thomas definitely wasn't what she had hoped for.
When they moved to their latest duty assignment she got a job working in a local supermarket and was taken by an attractive white guy who flirted with her. His name was Dave and he was a tall spindly looking guy, very thin with not much noticeable muscle tone. Dave was about five years younger than her in his early twenties she guessed. The one thing that was obvious though was the large bulge in his pants that made her do a double take when she first seen it.
Dave flirted with her constantly and though it was harmless Vaniqua found herself being very attracted to the supermarket bag boy. One day her boss told her to go help out in the storeroom as the supermarket was quiet, and so she walked to the back of the store and entered through a large door. She looked around and couldn't see anyone.
"Hello?" she yelled.
Then she heard a low moan from the other side of the storeroom and started to walk towards it. Walking around the various pallets of groceries the moaning became louder until she reached the door to the employee bathroom. She raised her hand to push the door open but hesitated for a moment, feeling her stomach suddenly churn. Then she pushed it open and walked in.
Her eyes bulged and her jaw dropped as Dave sat on the toilet with the cubicle door open stroking his rather massive cock. He had his eyes closed as he stroked it and he moaned loudly. Pulling herself together she decided to retreat before he seen her and she turned to creep outside again when he said, "Where you going?"
She jumped in fright feeling her heart race in her chest. Turning around and facing him her gaze fell directly on his cock. Vaniqua began to fiddle with her coat buttons as she said, "Ummm sorry... didn't mean to... er... disturb you."
"You like it?" he asked still brazenly stroking it.
"What?" she said in a daze.
"My cock? Do you like my cock?" he smiled at her.
"Ummm yeah it's really... big!" she blinked.
"As big as your husbands?" he asked knowing the answer would be no. Not many men were bigger than him.
She laughed loudly at the absurdity of the question. He was bigger than any man she had ever seen before. It was a monster cock, not a large cock. It was the kind of cock you'd expect to see on a black man, not a white man.
"I see," Dave said understanding what her laughter meant. "At least I hope he has enough lenth to satisfy a sweet woman like you," he then said still jerking off in front of her.
She suddenly looked down at the floor feeling herself tremble and blush, not wanting to answer that question in front of a man so extraordinary. It made her husband seem so much like the sissy man he really is, and for the first time in her life she actually felt embarrassed by it. She had wanted to marry a real man, and got a girlie-man instead. Her husband was more like a girlfriend than anything, but Dave was 100% man and then some.
"My husband is a total pindick," she said feeling butterflies as she said it.
Dave screwed his nose up, "Ouch! Why did you marry him then? If you don't mind me asking."
That was the question she had often wondered deep in the night, "I thought I loved him... at the time."
"You thought? Have you changed your mind now?" he asked.
She couldn't stop looking at that cock and so she said, "It's different now, he treats me like a ho so he can get off watching other men fuck me and make me cum."
Her face went bright red as she realised she just told a virtual stranger her deepest marital secret.
Dave laughed, "Oh you've cuckolded him then? Good for you."
A tear rolled down one cheek, "No, he's cuckolded me more like it. I was never asked if I wanted this. It was just pushed on me and now he's turned me into a slut for his own pleasure."
Dave's chin jutted out and he grinned, "Still I know deep down you like being a slut."
She suddenly looked away finding Dave's stare too confronting, "Why do you say that?"
"Because you can't stop looking at my cock. You want to touch it, feel it, suck it ,and most of all you want to ride it until you cum. Don't you?" he asked raising his eyebrows in a questioning gaze.
No one had ever asked her before, if she liked being a slut that is. It was just presumed by those involved in her sex life that she was a willing participant. Part of her, maybe it was guilt or shame that drove it, made her question herself. Yet as she now faced the question in the cold light of day the real answer took her breath away.
Vaniqua felt a tightness in her throat. "Yes," she said in a whisper.
'Say it then," Dave demanded still stroking his massive cock.
"I'm a slut, and I want you to fuck the shit outta me with your huge cock!" she gushed.
"Good! Now be a good slut and get over here," he ordered her.
Vaniqua walked over to him like she was in a trance and stood in front of him. He ordered her to hold her skirt up and as she did he ripped down her pink panties to show a shaved vagina glistening in its wetness. He had her lift each leg as he took her panties off and he sniffed the damp crotch right in front of her.
"Damn bitch your panties smell tasty. Now we don't have much time before the boss comes looking for us so why don't you just climb aboard and we can fuck," he said pulling her in to him.
"But we need a condom?" she said pushing him away.
"In my pocket...get it and put it on."
She fumbled in his pocket and pulled one out and ripped open the packet rolling it over his cock. It didn't even cover his whole dick, unlike her husband who couldn't fill even a normal size one. He rubbed her wet pussy getting his hand moist and then wiped it over the condom. She straddled him feeling the head of his cock against her vagina.
She took a deep breath and began to lower herself onto the massive cock feeling it push inside her hot cunt. Juices were already gushing out and running down his cock length as she lowered and then went up, then down a bit further, and then up, then down again taking even more of his twelve inch penis inside her.
He stretched her like she had never been stretched before and she had fucked a guy with a nine inch cock but Dave even made him feel small. It hurt too but she pushed through it and continued to get his cock deeper and deeper inside her. She wanted it all, she wanted to feel it deep inside her filling her to the core of her being.
Vaniqua rode the cock now faster as she leaned over and tongue kissed Dave as violently as they fucked. He had his hands up her blouse and had freed her tits from her bra and was squeezing them. God his cock was enormous and she moaned loudly now as pleasure and pain rippled through her body. Up and down on that pole of a cock like a mad women consumed by her lust.
Then she felt her pussy squeeze around the mammoth dick and the pain increased. Her stomach grew tight and her body now tingled all over. The urge to pee grew more and more insistent with each thrust of that mighty cock deep inside her. Dave moaned in her ear as he urged to cum all over his cock like a good slut.
That was it and suddenly she gasped loudly as all her muscles stiffened in a moment of pure ecstasy and then wave after wave of pleasure began to radiate out from her vagina engulfing her being so much that she closed her eyes as if lost to the world. She moaned a deep low guttural tone as stars flashed before her eyes.
Dave let loose too and he arched back and pushed his cock in as deep as it could go and felt his cum gush out. "Ohhhhhhhh yeah! Fuck!" he moaned as both of their bodies went into spasm's of mutual pleasure.
Eventually they lay there quiet for a moment with his cock still inside her, they panted trying to catch their breath. "Fuck that was wild," Dave said then kissed her.
Then she looked down and was blown away to see that she had taken all that massive dick inside her cunt. Part of her wanted to stay like this forever attached to this magnificent cock but reality was pressing her. "We better get back to work before the boss comes looking for us," She said turning to look towards the door.
As they both dressed in a hurry and straitened up the bathroom, she wondered for the first time about leaving her pathetic husband. Maybe what she wanted was a man like Dave who didn't come with all the baggage of having such a tiny penis. Maybe she was over it? The lifestyle her husband forced on her made her feel degraded, like his own live sex show. Even if Dave wasn't the guy she would be with she knew that things had to change.
Not long after the bathroom incident Thomas got an opportunity to volunteer for a deployment to Iraq. He really wanted the extra money that came with it so he mentioned it to Vaniqua. For her it was a dream come true. This would be her chance to explore the possibility of leaving her husband without him around. So she encouraged it and he was accepted.
As his departure approached, she kept thinking about how much she wanted him to go. He never even suspected what she was thinking, and the fact she was seeing Dave behind his back. No man had ever fucked her like Dave did with his gigantic cock, but most of all Dave was a friend too and she felt like she really could talk to him.
She hoped that Thomas wouldn't find out before he left for Iraq but that proposition proved too difficult as army friends are fiercely loyal to each other. It just needed someone to see her or hear about her affair from one of the local civilians, and Thomas would learn about it in an instance. Another drawback of living on an army base, and being married to a soldier.
A week before Thomas shipped out it finally happened and he came home from work in a fury yelling, "You're fucking another guy, aren't you?"
"Yes," she said backing away not sure what he'd do.
"Why didn't you tell me? You know how much I like that kind of stuff," he swallowed hard.
Her face went red and she scowled at him. "I... I didn't want to tell you. I am sick of all this cuckold crap. In fact I think I am in love with him."
He drew a deep breath as his hands went to his mouth and eyes widened. "But sweety I need you. You're my world!"
"Do you love me?" she asked leaning into his face.
He looked sullen, "I... I... need you!"
"That's not what I asked," she yelled spittle building in the corners of her mouth.
Thomas backed away from her trying to say 'it' but finding himself tongue-tied. He needed her true, but love? All that kinky shit he had made her do somehow changed how he felt about her. He had to admit he thought of her more as a possession to play with, with than as a soul mate.
The silence hung in the air like an accusing finger until Vaniqua could take no more. "See! You don't love me. I don't love you. So when you get back from Iraq I will be gone."
Thomas fell to his knees, "Please, please don't leave me! How can a man like me find a wife like you again? You can see this guy as much as you like I wont interfere. I promise!"
"Maybe I want more than to provide a live sex show for my baby dick husband to jerk off too. Maybe I want a family and to do shit that respectable couples do!" she yelled her fists hitting her thighs.
"We can have a family sweety. Shit you can even have his kids if you want. Just don't cut me off. It took me years to find a woman like you and I don't want to lose that now!" he huddled at her feet looking up like a beaten dog.
Now Vaniqua was conflicted because she suddenly felt genuinely sorry for Thomas who was kneeling before her with tears running down his cheeks. He was such a wimp. If a real man found out his wife was cheating there'd be hell to pay. Not Thomas, he just wanted to hold onto what he had no matter what it cost him. If only his army buddies could see the real Thomas right here, and not the phoney bravado he puts on around the base.
"You're pathetic Thomas. What am I going to do with you?" she sighed.
"I'll do anything you want just please don't dump me," his body shook violently as he dropped his head to the floor in total submission.
"Ok then here are my terms. Remember that chastity cage you tried and didn't like?" she asked.
"Uh yeah," he said looking up at her shaking.
"Well you're gonna wear it the whole time you're in Iraq," she smiled.
"But that's six fucking months!" he gasped.
"Oh and to prove it I expect you to email me a picture of it everyday with you holding a card with date on it next to it, so you don't cheat," she said.
"But sweety how...." he began.
"These are my terms for now," she folded her arms and looked away.
There was a moment's silence as Thomas digested what she wanted him to do and then said, "OK I'll do it. But what are you gonna do while I'm away?"
She smiled, "Well, I am going to get a place for us to live off base. Just far enough away to discourage any of your buddies just dropping by anytime they choose. Then I am going to ask Dave to move in with me and share my bed."
"What about me?" Thomas whimpered.
"If you get home having obeyed and kept your cage on, you can stay in the spare room and be our little dick pet we can push around. If you remove the cage while in Iraq I will divorce you. If you disagree to anything I say from now on I will divorce you. Is that clear?" she looked at him with furious intensity.
"Yes dear, I understand," he said lowering his head.
"Good boy, now go and get your cock cage as there is no time like the present to get you started," she said gesturing him to leave.
He walked out of the room with his head bowed and returned with the chastity cage, lock, and key and handed it to her. "Pull your pants down," she ordered.
He pulled them down and she found his tiny dick was hard which was good because it made it easier to cage him, as when it was soft she would have to dig around for it. She put the cage on and then admired her handiwork.
He went to pull his pants up but she yelled, "Don't do that! Take them off completely. In fact take all your clothes off and then meet me in the living room with a drink, and I want a foot massage."
"Yes dear," was all he said and he began to unbutton his shirt.
She left him and went into the living room and sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV. Then after about ten minutes her buff husband walked in with a margaritas in one hand and some lotion in the other. It made her feel this new arrangement might be OK after all. Thomas my have a tiny dick but his body was still nice to look at.
Yes maybe it could work if Dave was willing to play along and who knows she may let Thomas cum when he got home in 6 months, or she may not. The power was now hers and maybe in the end that was all she wanted. To be the one in control.
Interesting times ahead.