A Cuckold Made

In a trance, I wandered over to the steps of the tub, slowly entering the steaming water. John looked at me, satisfied, unworried of any reaction I might have to seeing my wife stroking his big cock, perhaps knowing a part of me wanted this to happen. Samantha slowly removed her hand from his manhood for a brief moment, upon noticing my presence. Her face was red, flush, her eyes distant, hazy. Part of her stare, however, seemed to hint at some recognition that I might want her to continue. I was horrified to realize that she was right.

The truth of the matter was that William had naturally seduced Samantha, using his easy masculinity, dominant personality, and massive cock, to put her under his spell. I don't even think it was a deliberate attempt on Williams part, any more than it was a fateful inevitability. It seemed strangely natural, even, as I sat dumbstruck in the heated water watching her.

"I can't believe how big it is." My wife's voice whispered up at him, lost to her fascination. She reached out and took his incredible penis in her hand, Samantha's fingers not even able to encircle the incredible girth of his member. I sat there, in stunned deference, heart pounding in some bizarre combination of embarrassment and arousal. I noticed my own penis, painfully erect, beneath the water's surface. How could this be happening?

I watched as her small hands cascaded up and down his towering flesh, her feminine fingers savoring the sensation of his masculinity. "What do you feed it?" She smiled up at him, slowly stroking his incredible length. I watched with a lump in my throat, as his huge balls gently flopped up and down, slapping against the plastic seat of the tub.

"Married women, mostly." He chuckled, which caused a shy smile to appear on my wife's lips. I would later learn that he wasn't necessarily joking.

We all sat there in a hazy, seductive atmosphere. The only sounds were the subtle jets of the tub, water bubbling, and the sexual noise of William's massive balls smacking up and down. The woman I loved continued to stroke this other man's cock, as if it was the only thing that existed in the world. Minutes went by, all of us entranced by the taboo act of sexuality playing out in the tub.

I looked on at Samantha, who licked her lips in desire. The red shade of her lipstick seemed tantalizing as they shimmered from the reflections of the water and our patio lights.

I realized, in horror, that she wished to take him in her mouth, to place her lips onto his naked flesh. It was a sexual act that she hadn't performed on me in many years.

I watched in slow motion, as her head slowly moved downward, her feminine lips parting as she planted her tongue across the head of his cock. It was only a few seconds until her jaw was stretching around his girth, my wife only able to take a few inches.

William arched his head back, savoring what had to be the mind blowing sensation of oral sex from another mans wife. He grunted, "Fuck, Sammie. I knew you were a naughty girl. Suck that big dick."

My heart pounded, my humiliation surged, but I was simply spellbound. Samantha continued to suck him for several minutes, kissing up and down his tower, her free hand massaging at the heavy shaft beneath her mouth, moving her fingers downward to caress and fondle his large testicles.

William looked over at me, with a thankful expression, and a smile.

I could only nod, unsure of how to respond, my mind in tatters as I watched the love of my life give him oral sex.

"Help me get her out of that bra." He suddenly demanded, not unkindly.

In a dream state, I found myself leaning forward, caressing my wife's back and eventually finding the soaking clip between her shoulder blades. I delicately unclasped the fabric, allowing it to begin to float atop the waters surface. My wife deftly snaked her arms through the straps, exposing her incredible breasts to our lodger, her pale nipples as erect as I had ever seen them.

Instinctively, my wife reached her free hand up and began pumping him with two, his incredible penis still having room to spare despite her dual stroke. Her paced quickened, her arms propping her own breasts up above the water's surface, droplets cascading down their feminine curvature as William's heavy testicles slapped perversely against the tub.

"Fuck yes." He suddenly grunted.

I watched in disbelief as a rope of semen exploded out of the his large, flaring head. An eruption of cum began launching outward and across the top of Samantha's tits, coating her jiggling breasts and hard nipples with thick splatters of ejaculate. It was impossible to describe the moment. My wife flinched as one strand caught her on her cheek, though she continued to massage his length, pumping Williams cock with her bottom lip bitten, as every last bit of him splashed across her naked body.

Finally, eventually, the large man stopped his orgasmic convulsion, grunting. My wife slowly relinquished her grasp on his tool, which bobbed powerfully in the nights air as if it was hungry for more. Samantha's eyes were still in a daze. "My- goodness. That's a lot of cum." She spoke, voice raspy, while cupping her breasts from beneath.

"Damn. I needed that." William chuckled, leaning back and bracing himself with his large arms, adding, "Thank you both." Again, to him, it seemed as if this scenario was the most normal thing in the world, like it should have been expected.

Samantha turned away from him, slowly striding up the stairs and onto the deck, "I need to clean up." She offered, dazed, her senses still not fully returned. I watched in a stupor as she escaped into the house, water falling from her half naked body.

I slowly stood, wanting to follow, wanting to speak with her. I realized that my dick was still rock solid, my own soaked boxers jutting outwards in less than impressive fashion. It was such a confusing moment in time.

William was matter of fact upon noticing, "First time letting her do something like that?" He asked.

I nodded, "Absolutely." It was bizarre how something could seem like both the strangest and most normal thing in the world, all at once.

He was strangely kind, though his undercurrent of authority was not lost either, "Don't beat yourself up about it John. It's common."

"You've done this sort of thing before?" I managed.

He nodded, casually.

I was unsure of how to respond. I took another step out of the tub and onto our deck. I finally managed, "I should go see how she's doing. This is new to us."

"Understandable. I'm sure she's fine." William replied, shuffling his large frame into the hot tub. He looked up at me, adding, with absurd ease, "I'd like to take her to bed John. I think I could show her a great time, and her eyes are telling me that she wants it, bad." He sort of nodded towards his penis, making it clear as to what it was exactly that my wife wanted.

There it was, the nuclear bomb detonated at my feet. Despite that, I felt somehow comfortable with his impossible remark, as if I sensed it was coming. Against all our years together, and my deep love for her, I knew that deep down, I wanted it to happen. I heard my own voice, somehow, "I think she'd like that, William."

He nodded again, and gave another quick glance at my crotch, once again seeing all the evidence he needed to know that I was clearly not in opposition. William spoke, his words soaked in an undeniable sense of fate, "Send her to my room, when you're ready. I'll leave the door open if you want to watch."

It was an impossible comment, no way had he said it. In a fog of confused eroticism, I found myself nodding. His words echoed in my mind as I walked down the hallway and into our bedroom. My recurring dream seemed as if it had forced it's way into reality, my wife's faceless lover was William, and I knew at my very core the two of them would find themselves locked in the throes of passion on this evening.

As I walked up to our bed I saw her. Samantha was lying there in the visage of a goddess, fully nude, her chest heaving up and down from excitement, worry, and who knows what else.

I ran my hand delicately along her beautiful legs, realizing that she had rinsed her body of Williams mark. Her eyes were wild, and she looked up at me with an apologetic stare, "I'm sorry. I don't know what's come over me."

"Don't apologize." I replied, squeezing at her nipples and causing her to arch backwards atop the bed, moaning, "Ohh! John!" She hissed, adding, "I really need to cum."

Samantha squirmed, her body alive with lust, enraptured by sexuality.

My mind raced, my dick as hard as I could ever remember it being, as I teetered on the edge of no return. She reached out and caressed my member through my wet boxers, and I heard myself say, "William is waiting for you in the guest room."

Her eyes darted open, her face contorting in a mix of pleasure and horror as I continued to tease her breasts. "W-What do you mean?"

I leaned down and kissed her, not caring that mere minutes ago her lips ran along the naked flesh of another man. I added, "William told me to send you to his room."

Two weeks ago those words would have sounded impossible, but William had naturally asserted himself as a man who desired to cuckold me. Absurdly, I quietly acknowledged that he was worthy of such an unspeakable act. With his easy masculinity and incredible specimen of manhood, along with my dangerous prodding, he had made my wife desire him, sexually. The flimsy walls of social conditioning and societal norms had no real power in the situation, despite our deeply rooted and loving marriage. My wife had instinctively and biologically acknowledged Williams status as the Alpha male in our home, and she was going to let him have her.

"Why?" My wife pleaded, attempting in vain to tip-toe around destiny.

My hand roamed down her torso and across her stomach, my fingers slipping between the soaked folds of her intimacy. I nearly gasped, when I realized how wet she was.

I was lost to arousal, replying, "You know why." I caused her to shudder with a delicate massage of her clit, adding, "We both know why."

Samantha looked up at me, her body toiling, her eyes set aflame. "Do you really want William to take me to bed?" She suddenly asked, her voice tinged with a sultry confidence that nearly made me cum on the spot.

"God Samantha, I love you more than the world, but yes. I want that to happen." I finally admitted. The shame boiled upwards, but I felt strangely at peace despite it.

My wife slowly shimmied to the edge of the bed, arising to her feet. She leaned in and kissed me passionately. "This is insane."

She looked into my eyes, the alcohol, their lust, our love, all driving an impossible conversation. Her words were honest, scathing, and the hottest thing I had ever heard. "I want it to happen too."

I had heard more than my mind could process. I found myself in a delirious state, and grabbed her by the hand to lead her out of our room. It was surreal, walking my naked wife across my own home, over to our lodger who awaited her. The atmosphere in our house was familiar, seductive, and hazy, as if the very walls of our home were able to sense what was about to occur, as if our home wanted it to happen.

My heart was pounding when we approached the guest room doorway. Samantha squeezed my hand when we saw him on the bed, lying naked, his towering erection once again stirring my sense of inadequacy. It was hard to process the cocktail of powerful emotions swirling within me, as I reconciled the idea that I had delivered my wife to this other man. It was deeply humiliating, but somehow even more powerful in arousing me.

"Hi Samantha." He spoke, his voice deep, his tone confident and unsurprised by our arrival.

"Hi." Her sweet voice replied.

William patted the bed cushion next to his body, "Come here."

I delicately let go of my wife's hand, gently nudging her lower back towards his direction.

William looked up at me, and pointed to our chair in the corner. "John why don't you have a seat over there? Your wife and I are going to get to know each other a little better."

I was in a trance, penis erect, embarrassment coursing through me, as I acquiesced to this hung man. I sat slowly, watching with bulging eyes as my wife slipped into bed next to him, her hand immediately reaching out and grasping at his incredible penis, the object of her sexual fascination, and her desire. My heart nearly exploded when they kissed.

"I can't wait to fuck you Samantha." William stared into her eyes as their lips smacked together. My mind began to melt, unable to process the harrowing visual that lay before me.

He added, "Is that why you're here? Do you want me to fuck you?"

The woman I loved replied, her voice a whisper, "Yes."

William clutched at her plump ass, pulling her naked body close to his as they continued to explore one another. My mouth ran dry. I couldn't believe what I was sitting in witness of. My jealousy surged, but was somehow stifled by an incomprehensible level of eroticism.

Sammie pumped his huge cock with urgency, her modest wedding ring taunting me as her delicate hands once again failed to encircle his fat shaft. I watched as Williams huge balls bounced and jostled in response to the motion of her sexual caress, brushing against her naked skin.

I heard her whisper, faintly, delirious, "Your cock is so incredible."

William suddenly grabbed at her waist, pulling her body atop his and into a straddle position. I stared on in awe as I noticed his behemoth cock nestling between the crack of her plump ass, his large hands clutching strongly into her cheeks, exploring up her back as he pulled her down to kiss him.

He slapped her rear, causing her right cheek to jiggle perversely. "Are you ready for it?" He asked.

Samantha moaned, "I think so."

She scooted up as William grabbed into the base of her thighs, aligning his powerful cock with her wanting pussy. I cleared the lump in my throat, unable to blink, as I considered the gravity of the moment. To watch another man plunge himself into the woman I loved, would be an image that would be burned into my mind for the rest of my life.

I held my breath as his engorged head penetrated her beautiful body, my wife's head arching back in wonder. "Ohhh!" Her gasp was silent, a whisper of disbelief.

I was stunned to see how easily she was accommodating his hulking member, given her unfamiliarity with such size. Inch by inch, William breached a place that only I had been before, his manly length driving deeper into my wife than I ever had, to places that I would never be able to reach. Her pussy stretched, her ass squirming as she experienced a new world of sensations.

"Ohhh! M-My! Wil-" Samantha gasped as she shuddered, in disbelief of the feelings she was experiencing. She clutched downward into his muscled chest, bracing herself.

My dick bobbed beneath my wet boxers, my heart pounding so hard I could feel the beats echoing out of my rib cage. William was only half way inside her.

He slapped her large ass yet again, slowly yielding and thrusting back, his massive cock coated in a sheen of her wetness.

"Take it baby." He grunted, clutching into her rear, stuffing more of his member into my wife. This couldn't be happening, could it?

"It's s-so- It's so biggg!" Samantha moaned, gasping loudly, her toes curling as her feet twitched, ler legs spread outwards of his own. The hung lodger soon began to find his stroke.

He plunged upward, his heavy testicles slapping into my wife's ass. I couldn't believe my eyes as I realized that she had taken all of him with an ease and welcoming that stunned me.

They started to fuck with passion, both of them lost to their desire. I could only imagine the ego stoking sensations that William was experiencing, as he took my wife right in front of me. My wife was squealing, her vocal pleasure hitting octaves that I didn't know existed within her, all while she rode and bucked atop the conquering male. My mouth was dry, my palms sweaty, my dick ready to burst.

"Myyy- Oh-h. F-Fuckkk! Oh m-y goddd!!" Samantha moaned, as her naked ass smacked loudly down onto Williams crotch.

"You like that big cock, don't you Sammie." William grunted, his muscles rippling as he wrapped his large arms around her lower back, increasing the tempo of his thrusting.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh-hh! Ohh-h! Fuc-kkk!! Wil-liammm!!" Samantha was consumed, my mind scrambled as I witnessed her reaching heights of satisfaction I had never come close to giving her. She was moaning, squealing, screaming, gasping, as she savored this new experience.

His big testicles thwacked into the clammy skin of her ass, creating a chorus of slapping that joined along with the creaking of our guest room bed. My wife was getting the fucking of her life, and my dick was diamond hard in aroused horror as I realized I was not the man giving it to her.

Samantha continued to moan, her sexy rump bouncing up and down with vigor, as she gave herself to our endowed house guest. "I'm gon- I'm- Oh!!-"

"Do it Samantha!" William grunted, still thrusting with an expertise and capability that made me both respect and envy the man, "Cum on my big cock baby."

"Mmm- Fuuu- John!" My wife squealed in primal release, her thoughts considering me as the profound orgasm exploded across her body, perhaps out of guilt, perhaps out of love, or perhaps for reasons I'd never be able to comprehend. "I'm c-cumminggg!! Ohhh- goddd- Johnnn! I'm cumming for him!!" She raised her hand up to cover her own mouth, her arm shaking as she struggled to comprehend the intensity of the waves of pleasure that ran through her. It was almost as if she couldn't believe that her body had produced such a feeling.

My own penis nearly burst from the sensory overload, my eyes frozen on my wife as she convulsed, shuddering hard atop Williams massive member. She collapsed forward, smashing her heavy breasts into his muscled chest as she continued to squeal and squirm, "I'm c-c-cumminggg so harddd!!"

I gazed upon the perverse sexual collision, my wife's labia taut and clinging to the base of Williams girthy shaft as I watched the micro-spasms of her pussy clench and release along his cock. It was a miracle that he didn't cum in response to it, though his huge balls hung there, imposing and fearsome, waiting for the opportunity.

Eventually, the room quieted for a moment. Her voice was delicate as she navigated the immensity of what had just occurred. I heard Samantha smack her lips together in recovery, brushing her hair out of her eyes, "I've never cum like that before."

It was deeply erotic to hear my wife offer those words to another man, all while his massive penis was still embedded deep inside her. They kissed again, a passionate, appreciative kiss that nearly caused me to faint.

"Ready for more?" William asked, slowly releasing his manhood from Samantha's pussy, my eyes bulging as I noticed her cream coated along his massive shaft.

She nodded, rolling off of him.

"Get on your knees and face your husband." He demanded, voice deep, his authority completely earned in my wife's mind. How could it not have been?

Samantha turned to me, her eyes wild with sex, her gaze thankful, shy, embarrassed, and deeply feminine.

William gently pushed her forward so that she rested on her forearms, her heavy tits swinging above the cushion of the mattress. He moved behind her, laying his heavy cock along the curvature of her ass. He smacked it against her cheeks, the thwack hitting her skin heavy from his weight. "Tell me what you want Samantha." He requested, now slapping her rump with his large hand.

My wife looked back at him, and I saw her bite her bottom lip in a way that sent my mind into overdrive. "I want you to fuck me with your big dick."