Cuck Coupling

Cuck Coupling

We were playing cards with Ava and Paul and the conversation had taken an odd turn.

Paul and I worked together at the firehouse and we were finally getting together as couples for some much needed recreation. I learned that Paul's description of his wife as a babe was a huge understatement. Of course, I would never cheat and I knew Paul wouldn't either.

The platinum blonde haired Ava was confused, "So it is or isn't something we all could do?"

My petite wife Alina tried to answer while being modest and recognizing tactfully that Ava had no clue what she was even asking, "Uh, it's really more of a three person activity."

Ava wasn't satisfied, "That's stupid. If we went bowling you wouldn't just say that it had to be three people. Tennis can be done with four, Gin Rummy is done with four, what makes cuckold a game for three?"

I tried to help, "It's not a game. It's a...relationship."

Paul didn't help, "Oh, I think it's all about games and game playing. But, no, we can't play that game." He was adamant.

Ava looked around the table. We were all shaking our heads. I agreed with Paul, "Nope, we can't play it. Definitely a three person game."

Ava was getting annoyed, "But why? What are the rules?"

Alina touched her new friend's arm to calm her, "Um, the trio makes their own rules." She giggled nervously: to be talking about cuckolding with a couple she'd just met, "Uh, two of them anyway. Depending on what, uh, activities, exactly, they wanted." She turned my way, "Help me out Hauser."

I tried, "I think you were right the second time, darling. It's the two, uh, main players, who make the rules. The third, the second guy, he has to follow the rules."

Ava slammed her drink on the table just a little too hard, "Aha! Now we're getting somewhere. So the way you're describing it there's two main players - one of them is a guy. And there's a third player who's also a guy. Is the other player a guy or a girl?"

Paul chimed in, "The other player is always female. The main players are a couple, no, the first couple is divided and there's a new couple. Then the second person in the first couple becomes the, uh, inferior player."

Ava started to cop an attitude, "There! You see it. He just described TWO couples. We COULD play the game. I'd bet anything we could."

"Sure," I added sarcastically, "You'd be one of the rule makers. If you had to be the cuck you might not be so willing to play. You wouldn't want to anyway."

The blonde Ava was getting mad over a silly misunderstanding of words. Someone was going to have to tell her more bluntly and that someone should be her own husband Paul. I nudged him to do just that. "Yea, Babe." He said, "You don't wanna play." He hadn't clarified anything.

"Don't go telling me what I want and don't want. I'll tell you what I want - I want to play cuckold and two misogynist men aren't gonna stop me!" She glared at Alina, "Are they?"

If Paul wasn't going to set her straight maybe my sensible brown-haired beauty would. I eyed my wife, urging her to do it. But she didn't get it either. Instead she turned on me, "I'm starting to see Ava's point. Not that we could play. But, if the rules were modified just a little it could work for some couples out there."

"No, it couldn't!" I blurted out. "Three people...three willing people...well two anyway, of the willing ones, ugh, no, forget it!"

Alina went on, "Just to see what would happen, with nothing ACTUALLY happening, we could rewrite the rules as a group. Talk about what they would have to be to make it a two couple game."

Paul spoke up next, "You girls are nuts. Feminine logic!"

His comment made Alina tense up in exasperation.

Then Ava was next to add to the premise, "Actually, according to the rules you've told me so far, Alina and I should be the ones to rewrite the rules." She sounded pretty authoritative for someone who didn't know what the hell she was talking about.

Alina took the bait, "Theoretically, there would be two teams. Paul and I would be one team while Hauser and Ava would be the other team. Then, Paul would be the cuck to Ava and and Hauser, while Hauser would be the cuck to me and Paul."

"Yea!" Ava exclaimed. "I call captain." I caught Paul's eye to let him know this was becoming a problem.

"Oh, you'd be captain alright. It's just too bad we're not playing." I said.

"Well, you don't have a choice." Continued Alina, "And I'm captain of my team so you better get on board before you have zero control."

"But darling. This is wrong. You can't be serious."

"Why not? Paul is cute. And we're just making rules. Not actually playing the game." She was right and I trusted her. Nothing could make her unfaithful.

"You think I'm cute." He grinned devilishly. "It's a good thing Ava's not attracted to you, Hauser."

But Ava leaned up against me in mock defiance, "He's adorable. I'd partner with him any day." The other three of us couldn't help but laugh. Me more than Paul.

I turned to my wife, "Alina, how could a person be both a cuck, and co-captain? Can't be."

"Exactly," she shot back. "you would be my cuck but Ava's co-captain. While Paul would be Ava's cuck but my co-captain."

"I don't think that's gonna work." Interjected Paul, starting to look as worried as I felt.

"Paul, Honey," It was strange to hear my own wife call another man 'honey.' Though I could tell it was just innocent flirting. Come over here and snuggle with me please." She smiled sweetly at him. "And you!" She pointed her finger at me dominantly, "You rub my feet!"

I had to prove my point and this was how I was gonna do it. I Dropped to the floor and rubbed my darling's feet. "See? Ava is left out. It's a three person game."

"That's just round one," said Ava, getting into the swing of things without fully understanding where this threatened to lead - at least until common sense would prevail. She cozied up behind me. "Now I'll snuggle with you while you rub her feet... and, Paul, you rub my feet!"

He shifted so he could reach Ava's cute feet and still be close to Alina - MY wife! "This is awkward." He told us.

"Awkward for you." Ava beamed from ear to ear. Us ladies are getting our feet rubbed by two cute firemen.

She leaned into Alina conspiratorily, "What's the object of the game?"

Alina smirked, "To have fun." She snapped at me with mock tyranny, "Hauser! Do my calves too!"

Twirling her platinum locks she asked, "So it's like Truth or Dare?"

"More like Dare or Dare. Except if this were a real game the dares would get sexual." Finally! Finally she was admitting the truth so this madness would stop.

"Don't the dares get sexy in Truth or Dare?" Asked Ava. "And what's more sensual than a footrub?"

Paul looked at me in our position at the ladies feet, "This is your fault. As co-captain of my team I require you to take over rubbing Ava's feet so I can give Alina some attention - I'm gonna rub her shoulders."

"Ha. Well I've got BOTH pairs of sexy lady feet and all you have is Alina's shoulders. I win."

Shaking her brown hair over to one shoulder she gained the upper hand as she exclaimed, "Not so fast!"

"Ava, tell Paul to kiss my neck. He didn't wait to be told and both girls hooted and whooped in feigned victory over us.

"Wait a minute!" I objected. But no one listened, so I changed course. In my mind it was him against me, "Two can play at that game." I kissed Ava's pretty feet, moving higher just to see how far I could push it.

I was kissing the top of her bare thigh which was exposed by her skirt, then I shifted toward the inside of one thigh. Paul called out, "Hey, buddy! What are you doing to my wife?"

Ava stopped him, "Listen Cuck. I'm his partner and you don't get to object."

Alina yelled out, "Yea! You put him in his place. If my cuck wants to serve you then he has my permission."

Now I didn't know what to do. If I pushed this any further it could spiral out of control. Feelings could get hurt.

Not to be outdone, Paul reached over to touch Alina's legs. He traced one finger up to the hem of her skirt, then moved in front to kiss her stocking clad leg. "We'll see who does what to who's wife." He kissed up her leg until he was kissing at exactly the same height on her leg as I was kissing at on Ava's. No higher.

Then Alina tugged at the hem of her skirt revealing an additional two inches as well as the top of her thigh highs. Paul kissed the elastic band, glaring at me.

I should have jumped up to end it all. I would lose the little contest Paul and I had going. But I could've won the larger battle.

Instead, my partner pulled her skirt up a full four inches. Looking over at Alina she commented, "I like your lace. Kind of sexy for a night of cards. What do you think of mine?"

Alina and I looked at Ava's sheer black lacy panties peeking out from beneath her skirt. Alina offered, "I love the tatted pattern. Where did you get them?" Silly girls, I thought.

"Mail order. I get all our sexy stuff through mail. Much more discreet." I wondered just what she was buying that needed such discretion.

Alina opened up saying more than she should have, "I wore mine so Hauser could have his way with me when we got home later." Then she joked, "But if anyone is going to ravish me it won't be a cuck. He will be lucky if I use his tool for my pleasure."

The girls laughed mirthfully. Too much.

Alina started to roll down one stocking, "Here, check out the embroidery on these, Ava."

But Paul stopped her, "No, leave them on. I like 'em." How dare he say that!

So I piped up, Ava, I like your panties too." I glared back at Paul. "They look deliciously fine."

Ava looked Alina right in the eyes, but spoke to me, "They're perfumed. You like?" Maybe she wasn't so naive after all.

I sniffed from a distance but just shrugged as I couldn't smell anything. Alina sounded mad, and I heard a sneer in her voice, "Smell closer, Cuck. I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what perfume she's wearing."

I hoped the tone she had was just her playing around. But then I concluded she was actually mad when I saw her clench a fist from the corner of my eye.

I was mad that she was mad. Was she mad at me or Ava? In retribution, I moved closer, inhaling as I closed the distance. I couldn't smell any perfume. But when I heard Alina huffing again, I let myself get even closer. My nose accidentally brushed the course lace. Then getting back at Alina I took a huge audible breath of air.

She was calm again, probably forcing herself not to show her emotion, "What did it smell like? Channel? Versace?"

I struggled to say it, "Um, it wasn't any of those."

"Then it was Estee Lauder?"

She grew impatient even as I hesitated, "No, it wasn't any store bought perfume."

She stroked Paul's hair. Surely just to irritate me, "Spit it out, Cuck!"

I couldn't hold back. The words just tumbled out, "It smelled like pussy! Delicious delightful edible pussy. That's all."

Ava sat there all smug, "Oh, that's right. That's the perfume I was referring to."

If looks could kill... Alina stomped her feet down on the floor on either side of Paul, and grabbing his head, pulled him forcefully toward her crotch. I was more shocked than jealous.

But I didn't have much time to process it as Ava suddenly wrapped her legs around my head, "Kiss me there lover!" My face was mashed against the black lace. My nose was crushed. And it smelled fantastic. The odor of another man's woman gave me a tingling in my cock.

Meanwhile I heard Paul exclaim from two feet away, "Hmm, no panties."

That was it! If he was going to eat my wife I was going to eat his. He did it first. But I would show him up!

I slipped one finger under her lingerie, I could feel that, unlike Alina, she was shaved clean even as I did it. Hastily I pulled the stretchy fabric to one side. With no hair, her obvious pussy lips were meaty and folded about and even more aromatically alluring.

I took several long aggressive swipes with my tongue. She tasted forbidden and satisfying. When I turned to watch Paul licking out my wife's cunt I found instead that he had resisted and was watching me and Ava with a sour look on his face.

Ava acted sheepish, "I had panties on. It was a barrier... he was the one who moved them."

Paul stammered and looked hurt, "How much did you feel? Did you, did you taste her?" I nodded, embarrassed. I'd crossed a line.

Meanwhile hot-headed Alina was still angry and... turned on? "They're winning. Time to score some points, partner."

He followed a direct line of attack going straight for my wife's gash. I witnessed his hand stroke her thighs, spreading them wider. I saw her caress his head. I saw her finger idly touch her nipple, and lastly, I heard the wet lapping.

Ava drew me back and us two guys dove in to our respective partners, to compete, to make our spouses angry, and to enjoy each other's wive's pussies.

After a while everything had been licked thoroughly and the women had had orgasms. There was only one more thing I could do to prove myself the Alpha male.

Right there on the vinyl kitchen floor, I knelt upright, undid my pants, and brought my greatest weapon to bear.

My naked cock plunged into Ava's bare box in one easy go. She pulled on my hips helping me establish a rhythm. How exciting to see our juncture with no hair to obscure the erotic sight.

I watched Paul bring out his weapon too. It was the same size as mine and sunk in just as easily. Alina was holding onto the ends of his belt, pulling and screaming, "Fuck me Paul! Fuck me in front of my cuck!"

Paul murmured to himself, "Your auburn bush is such a natural turn on."

Ava tried to scream louder than Alina, "Kiss me while you make love to me. It's more intimate. Better than a mere fuck."

Paul looked over his shoulders at me but was talking to MY Alina, "You like mine better than Hauser's, don't you? You know it's all how you use it." Biting her lip she nodded, twisting the knife.

But Ava was a master: she never took her eyes off Paul's as she told me, "You're thicker than Paul." I'm not. "It stretches me in new ways." I doubted her. "It's better than last week when you fucked me in our bed." Of course, we never had. I'd just met her.

Paul picked up Alina, dropping her right on top of the table and sending cards and chips flying. I heard his cock pound her cunt, I heard the slapping of his balls on her ass. She clawed at his back. For show? Or for real?

I did the same to Ava, dropping her right next to Alina. We were so close my legs brushed against Paul's.

The women looked into each other's eyes. My dark beauty whispered "He's better than mine." Ava whispered back, "Yours is too."

Next I wanted to cum before Paul did. Surely that would score imaginary points. I picked up my tempo, grunting with each frantic thrust. Ava pulled on me with her legs while massaging my nuts. She was great in the sack and did things Alina never thought to do.

Paul did the same as me. But Alina started grunting with him. That was new for her.

With a roar we unloaded into each other's wives simultaneously. No points.

I used my signature move, circling my cock in the gooey mess. "I gave you a huge load, Ava." One point?

Paul, jabbed Alina even as he lost his erection. "My load was bigger."

"Well, I dropped gallons."

"I gave tens of gallons."

Then the girls joined in, Ava announced, "It fills me like never before."

Then Alina countered, "It's filled me and it's leaking out, it's getting EVERYWHERE."

Ava turned her attention to Paul, "I quit the pill last week."

Then Alina surprised me, "Well, I quit last month."

Paul and I stared at each other dumbfounded, "What have we done?"

Laying there with their hair strewn across their faces, sweaty bodies, and sloppy pussies, the girls told us not to worry. Everything would work out alright if we just did one thing.

Alina had a wicked glint in her eyes, "Clean out my mess cuckold! Unless you want me to get pregnant with Paul's baby."

"Uh, you didn't really go off the pill, did you?"

Playfully and coy she winked, "Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. Do you really want to take that chance? Besides," Then she gave me a smile I didn't quite know how to read, but that I liked anyway, "you're my Cuck."

When Paul pushed me aside so he could dine between the legs of the light skinned woman I'd just filled, I knew we had lost.

I moved in front of my tainted wife. She wasn't wrong: the area was covered with cum and rivulets were in fact spilling out.

Paul was the lucky one: his wifes snatch was bald. But Alinas bush was matted and speckled with white glistening stars of semen. I dabbed one with my finger. Did I expect it to feel otherwise?

Next to me he was going to town. The energy with which he applied himself to his task was impressive if not sick. I literally heard him slurping at her leaky hole. And she was gasping from his exertions, shuddering from the feelings he was gifting her.

I heard Paul's wife tell him, "You know this is only the beginning of cuckold adventures, right Paul?" I swear he agreed.

I watched Ava writhing while my wife just layed there. I could be a better cuck than Paul. I could make Alina gasp and shudder more than he could make Ava.

I threw myself into her twat with a vengeance. If he was going to lap, so was I. If he was going to slurp, so was I. But I spread her labia, getting the frothy cum from within the folds. I pushed gently on her tummy, expelling cum from the depths for me to ingest in a spectacle of wanton depravity.

I looked down at Paul's cock and he was hard. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself at the plight of a guy who would get turned on licking another man's spooge from his wife.

"It was at that very moment that Ava looked at my dick, "I didn't get to see it before, Hauser, but your stiffy looks as good as it felt." My hand confirmed that what she was saying was true. Surely it was the pussy making me hard and not Paul's slime. At worst it was the cucking. That's what I told myself.

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