Cuckolds Anonymous Ch. 02

Brown's chest puffed out behind the mirror as his own cock exceeded the description of the young husband's embellishment.

"When I asked my wife how she felt about Greg telling Tate to back off, her mind was clearly in a different place before she answered softly that it was probably good that he did. When I asked her what she meant, her only response was, 'Take me to bed Josh.' My typically conservative wife was wilder between the sheets that night than she had ever been. I can say it was definitely some of the best sex of my life!"

"Wow that's quite a story, did you guys ever hook up with Tate?"

"No, he was only out visiting that week and he actually returned to the East Coast the following day. After that night, Taylor and I didn't talk about it much, but I couldn't help but notice she was becoming more adventurous in bed. And at the same time, my own sexual shortcomings seemed more pronounced the more porn we watched. Taylor would never admit it, but I couldn't help but think seeing all that big cock on the video screen had to make her question what it would really be like."

"Hmm, did you have any regrets about the interaction with Tate or about exposing her to the endowed porn stars?"

"No, I know it sounds weird, but my arousal outweighed my insecurities."

"It's not weird for anyone with cuckold tendencies Josh. We see these types of behaviors all the time. How long ago was this?"

"Just a few months back."

"So you said there were a couple of interactions that led you to Cuckolds Anonymous. Did something else happen?"

"Yeah, the second one was much more profound." The young husband took a sip from his water. "So just last month my company hosted our annual top-performer sales retreat at an upscale resort in Jamaica. The trip was fantastic and since I had had such a good year, Taylor and I decided to spoil ourselves and extend our stay for a few more days after all my work colleagues departed. While the semi-business portion of the trip had been phenomenal, it was a little on the tame side as all the big bosses were there too."

"But following their departure, Taylor and I decided to let our hair down and immerse ourselves in the Jamaican culture. We visited with the resort concierge and in addition to scheduling a bunch of fun excursions, we learned there was a reggae band playing in the lagoon bar that night. And since she and I have always been big fans of Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, and contemporary reggae artists like Stick Figure and Rebelution, we thought it would be fun to go."

"Me and my husband are big Bob Marley fans too! No Woman No Cry is one of my favorite songs..." Tanya's enthusiastic response encouraged Josh to continue.

"Yeah that one's a classic! Anyway, although Taylor tends to typically dress on the conservative side, we went shopping that afternoon and I convinced her to let me buy her a provocative little dress that she never would have been caught dead in back here in the Bay. As I said before, my wife has a spectacular body and the little body glove mini accentuated every curve to perfection. It was cut really low across her breasts and was so short the cheeks of her amazing butt were exposed. She kinked her thick blonde hair just the way I like it and when she exited the bathroom that night, I thought I was going to die. I couldn't remember ever seeing her look sexier to go out in public."

Brown rubbed his cock as he glanced back down at the photo of Taylor Sims on the desk next to him.

"Are you sure you want all this background Miss Lewis?" Sims asked.

"Oh definitely Josh, but please call me Tanya. As I said, the more detail the better. Feel free to be as graphic as you want—I assure you, you won't tell me anything I haven't heard before, don't be bashful!" She smiled warmly.

"Okay Tanya...well the concert was awesome! There weren't a ton of people at the resort, so it wasn't packed, but everyone there had a blast. The open air bar was amazing down near the beach with palm trees and stuff. As you might expect at a reggae concert, there was lots of smoke and a very strong scent of marijuana wafting around. We got offered plenty, but neither of us had done it since college, so we declined. Nonetheless we partied hard, sampling every exotic rum cocktail that came our way. The band was great and it wasn't long before everyone was out dancing and partying. As you might imagine, my wife was quite popular in her skimpy dress—I'm used to men checking her out, but that night, every guy in the place gawked unabashedly. I even noticed a bunch of women staring."

"Sounds like quite a party!" Tanya giggled.

"Yeah, we were having a great time! On one of our dancing breaks we met a couple from Wisconsin, Scott and Bailey, who were celebrating their fifth anniversary. He was a fireman and she was a kindergarten teacher. We hit it off and ended up spending the rest of the night partying and dancing with them. Bailey was a really cute little 5'3" brunette and after watching her and Taylor dancing together in the tropical setting, Scott and I joked that aside from my wife's blonde hair, they were like two other hot women in a tropical setting we'd watched on cable TV when we were kids. We started calling them Ginger and Mary Ann."

Tanya laughed again. "What did your wives think about the Gilligan's Island reference?"

"They were so hammered by that time, they thought it was funny too! Anyway, when the show finally ended, the four of us were sitting together when the lead singer of the band came up and introduced himself. His Jamaican accent was strong but he spoke decent English. We all raved about the show and Taylor asked if they ever toured in the US. The dread-headed singer said they hadn't yet, but were hoping to in the next year."

"We drunkenly promised we would be the first people in line if they did. Damian, the singer, then said the band and a bunch of friends were heading back to their bungalow for a post concert party and invited us to come. The girls both nodded excitedly and Scott and I decided 'what the fuck'. A big grin formed on the black man's handsome face before he encouraged us to swing by our rooms and grab swim stuff as their private beachside bungalow had a huge swimming pool and hot tub. He pointed down the beach to a place five-hundred yards away with tiki torches burning around the tropical landscaping."

"We stumbled back to our room, Taylor was especially wobbly in her heels. When we got inside, I pulled her close and shoved my tongue in her mouth. When we separated I told her how much I was looking forward to tearing that dress off her as soon as we got back from the party. She giggled before biting her lower lip naughtily and reminding me I would have to tear her bikini off instead."

"My eyes widened as I pictured her amazing body in the little white two-piece. "Trust me, I won't have any trouble ripping that thing off...there isn't much there to begin with!" I drunkenly announced.

"We scooped up our stuff and headed over to the bungalow. The place was awesome and while we were definitely the minority, in addition to Scott and Bailey, there were some other white people there—most of whom were female."

"How many people were at the party?"

"Oh, I don't know, probably thirty or so, but it was pretty chill—everyone was having a great time. Damian got out his guitar and did an acoustical set on the pool deck while the booze flowed freely. Before long, the pot started making its way around also and after seeing Scott and Bailey indulge, Taylor and I decided to imbibe too. By the time the first couple of people made their way into the pool, we were all super stoned. Damian asked one of the other girls to show Taylor and Bailey where they could change. Scott and I went behind a cabana and did the same."

"The girls returned in sheer cover-ups over their tiny suits, nonetheless I could still see all the black guys checking them out as they walked across the deck. Bailey couldn't have been much more than a hundred pounds with really perky b-cup breasts and runner's legs. She looked really hot, but at 5'-5" and 120 pounds, Taylor was impossible not to watch. My wife's d-cups jiggled ever so slightly as she strode towards us. I could tell every set of eyes in the place was scoping her out."

Cedric Brown peered back at the photo of Taylor Sims and concluded from her husband's description that her hot body probably hadn't changed since her cheerleading days. He rubbed his cock again hoping to hear some dirty details about the stunning blonde wife.

"Before long, many of the party attendees made their way into the pool or the hot tub. We bellied up to the little swim-up bar, yes...they actually had a swim-up bar." Josh laughed. "Scott ordered a round of shots and we hung out with our new friends for the next hour or so as people came and went. The huge hot tub was still really crowded when we finally climbed in."

"But over the course of the next half-hour the crowd began to thin. I noticed as the other white women wandered off with black musicians or their buddies. I didn't think Taylor picked-up on it as she and Bailey were immersed in a spirited conversation with Damian and the band's bass guitarist Shug.

"Scott and I sat, watched, and listened—we had each taken more than our fair share of hits off the weed and weren't capable of adding much to the conversation. Eventually the four of us, along with Damian and Shug, were the only people remaining in the huge tub. Taylor and I had somehow separated from our friends and we were now hanging out with only Damian. Scott and Bailey were across the steam filled circle with Shug. I tried my best to stay involved in the dialogue, but Damian and Taylor were now in a deep discussion about the meaning of life, which I couldn't get my drug-warped brain around."

"We've all been there Josh. My psych friends in college used to solve all the world's problems after taking several bong loads to their heads!" Tanya joked, hoping to keep the young husband talking.

"Yeah, well that's when things got interesting. We were soon interrupted by a low moan from across the tub. It was pretty dark, but I looked over through the steam and my eyes practically bugged out of my head. Shug was sitting up on the edge of the tub and Bailey's head was bobbing between his legs. I peeked over at my wife and she and Damian were staring in that direction also. I moved close to Taylor and sat down next to her on the plastered bench circling the outer edge of the tub. Damian was already on her other side."

"Bailey's behavior must have come as a big surprise, what was going through your mind Josh?"

"So many thoughts. First I couldn't believe that the sweet little married school teacher who we had partied with for much of the night was now sucking the cock of a Jamaican musician...oops I hope you don't mind me being that graphic Tanya?"

The clinical director assured him it was fine and encouraged him to continue.

"Secondly, I found myself wondering what was going through her husband's mind as he watched from just a few feet away. The scene was so surreal, I felt like the ultimate voyeur—but yet I couldn't pull my eyes away. And then when Bailey dropped down to lick Shug's balls, I felt a pang of inadequacy when I saw the size of the bass player's cock. It had to be every bit of nine inches long and thick as a cucumber."

Brown chortled as he now had a pretty good idea where this story was going. He thought to himself, "You haven't seen nothin' yet brother!" His thoughts were interrupted by Tanya's next question.

"What was Taylor doing while this was going on?"

"That was kind of the most surprising part. While I thought she might be appalled or at least embarrassed, she wore a kind of indifferent, almost displaced gaze across her face. I figured it was the pot causing her glazed eyes and heavy eye lids. I was still trying to read her emotions when the sound of Shug's deep voice distracted my attention. "Let's take this little party back to my room, shall we?"

"I watched in amazement as the tatted black man pulled the petite brunette from the tub and carried her towards the house. She was no longer wearing bikini bottoms and Shug's huge cock bounced in a semi-arc from one thigh to the other as he walked. Not long after, Scott climbed out with an obvious hard-on in his trunks and followed them inside."

"Wow, I can see why you were surprised. That kind of thing doesn't happen every day...even in Jamaica. Did you have any idea why your wife's response wasn't more incredulous...yours certainly was?" Tanya asked, sensing the real surprise was yet to come.

"I didn't know at that point but I learned later..."

"Do you mind sharing?"

"Yeah...um...Taylor admitted the following day that Damian's fingers were between her legs."

"Oh Josh I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you to say that," Tanya lied. "Taylor must have been so upset!"

"No...uh...to be honest Tanya, hearing it the next day really came as no surprise following what happened only moments after our friends went inside."

"Oh?"

"I was still trying to get my head around what I'd just witnessed when Damian moved up onto the edge of the tub much as Shug had done not long before. But unlike when the bass player did it, this time I was watching as the black reggae singer plopped his ass on the coping. It was hard not to notice his muscled physique, tattoos and body piercings, but in spite of my best attempts to avoid it, my eyes were inexplicably drawn to the thick rigid pole that angled sideways beneath the dripping boxer briefs he wore in lieu of swim trunks."

Tanya covered her mouth in mocked surprise. "Oh my, he did that right in front of your wife? Obviously she must have been able to see him too?"

"Yes...of course she could. His package was now right in front of her face. She stared at it for the longest time. Time literally stood still—I felt paralyzed watching before Taylor was inexplicably drawn to him. My wife moved tantalizingly close before one of her delicate hands emerged from the swirling water and came to rest halfway along his massive cylinder. I watched in disbelief as several inches of his thick cock now extended above and below my wife's petite fingers as the thin digits tried to encircle him. It was only then that Taylor peeked over at me."

"Oh my, what did you do Josh?" Tanya asked, now excited to hear the details but maintaining her professional facade.

"Inside, I knew it was my last chance to alter what appeared to be the inevitable course of events—to actually protect the vows Taylor and I made to one another only a half-decade previously. But instead of objecting, I stared blankly rubbing my own hard-on beneath the swirling jets, giving my previously loyal wife full discretion to determine the direction our faithful relationship would take from that day forward. Disbelievingly I watched as she turned back to him and her stretched fingers suddenly squeezed and gripped tightly before stroking purposefully along his rigid pole. Damian groaned his approval as his head fell backwards. "Yeah baby stroke that big black cock!"

"He said that to her? What emotions were you feeling Josh?"

"Too many to say—if the whole experience wasn't enough to blow my mind, replaying what Damian had just uttered took me to another realm. Not only was my stunning wife now stroking the huge cock of another man, she was stroking the huge cock of a black man. In all of our porn watching escapades, interracial sex was not something we'd ever considered. At least I hadn't..."

"Did seeing your wife with a black man make you feel more uncomfortable?" The counselor asked, stealing another glance at the mirror behind him.

Brown waited anxiously for Josh's response.

"No...I mean I don't know. Everything was so surreal. The contrast between his dark muscular torso and her blonde hair and light skin was captivating. It became even more incredulous when Taylor's other hand raised from the water and her small trembling fingers slipped into the elastic band of his boxer briefs. I gulped as she stretched the fabric away from his skin with both hands and peeked inside. From my angle I couldn't see what she could, but her breathy response gave away her thoughts. "...oh jesus."

"Take it out baby," Damian's Jamaican accent validated the moment, "show your hubby what those pretty lips are gonna be suckin' on!" My heart nearly beat out of my chest as my wife slowly did as directed and slid the reggae singer's shorts down revealing the biggest cock I had ever seen. I guessed it was every bit of ten inches long with a head so swollen it looked top heavy. With all my senses on overdrive, my ears picked up a faint approving resonance from somewhere deep in my wife's throat. "Mmmm..."

Josh hesitated, "Are you sure you want me to continue Tanya, I know this sounds really graphic?"

The clinical director did her best to keep a professional outward façade, but inside she was getting as aroused listening to the husband's erotic story as Cedric Brown was behind the mirror. "Uh...um...yes Josh, I think it's important I understand all the thoughts and emotions you were feeling at the time."

"Okay. Well at that point I didn't have a lot of time to process my thoughts as Taylor reached for him quickly, dropped her head and planted a wet sloppy kiss on the head of his bulging cock. I was stunned. My wife, who had always been a much more enthusiastic receiver than giver when it came to oral sex, appeared desperate to taste him."

"Why do you think she acted that way Josh?" Tanya asked, obviously already knowing the answer but wanting to hear his cuckold-reactive response.

"I don't know exactly. So many things had brought us to that point—my previous urgings, the setting...including the booze and drugs, or maybe it was seeing what Bailey had just done."

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but do you think it's possible your wife just wanted to experience a really large penis?"

"I suppose, especially after all the porn we'd watched and the incident with the marine just a few months before, but it still came as a surprise to me."

Tanya chimed again. "Oh that's right. You said Taylor was insatiable later that night following the party where you met the marine and has become more adventurous in bed since. It sounds possible she may have some infatuation with large penises, but we can uncover more about that over the next ten weeks. I apologize again for interrupting, but as I mentioned before, for me to provide the best assistance moving forward, I need to understand as much as I can about how you both felt when the infidelity took place."

"Yeah, I get it doc. Where was I? Oh yeah, things really heated up at that point. Taylor gripped his pole with both hands and licked sloppily around the exposed portion. Saliva spilled from her lips and oozed down his rutted shaft. The scene was incredible—my wife's copious dribble intensifying the shimmering blackness of his veiny cock in the flickering light cast by the tiki torches. I sat in bewilderment at what was happening right in front of me. One of Damian's large hands entwined in her thick hair as he grunted, "Take it in your mouth baby, I'll teach you how to suck a big black cock!"

"Oh my." Tanya answered unconsciously.

"My wife's wet lips parted and she took him inside. The contrast of his angry-looking cock and Taylor's flawless skin took on a more noticeable appearance as he pushed it deeper, bulging her cheeks. Damian urged, "That a girl, swirl your tongue underneath the head just like that. Yeah baby...you might not need a lot of training after all! Suck it!"

"What was going through your mind while Taylor copulated him?"

"I knew I should have felt anger or betrayal, but arousal was all I was feeling. I was amazed at the fervor by which she pleasured him. As I said, my wife was never enthusiastic when it came to fellatio, but at that moment she looked like a junkie desperate for another hit as her tongue chased the reggae singer's swollen cap while he teasingly smeared his oozing pre-cum around her beautiful face. Finally when she recaptured it in her mouth, she took him as deeply as she could as if to ensure she didn't lose him again."