How I Became a Breeding Bull Ch. 14

Grace got this shocked look on her face.

"You can't fuck me, Jeri," Chet said. "For one thing, I still consider you my daughter, even if you aren't my blood daughter. Second of all, I promised Grace a long time ago I'd never fuck any other woman, as long as I was allowed to know about and even participate in the relationships she had with other men. Thirdly, Grace never made me do anything. She didn't make me a cuckold; I am a cuckold. I was a cuckold before she fucked my friend in front of me that first time, I just didn't know it. Everything that's happened, I wanted to happen. I've enjoyed my relationship with your mother more than you'll ever know. I love her and agreed to and encouraged everything she ever did. I married her knowing she was going to fuck other men for the rest of our lives. It gave me pleasure. It will give me pleasure as long as she continues doing it, which I hope will be until one of us is dead. You said you've been researching cuckolds. If you don't understand that, you don't know anything about cuckolds."

That brought Jeri to a standstill.

"I guess emotionally, I still don't understand that," Jeri said. "I've read it, and intellectually, get it. But knowing how much Brick hurt me, I think you must have been hurt, Dad."

"Not hurt in the way you mean it. But, the mental pain and angst a cuckold suffers is part of what makes the relationship so rewarding. I feel so much, all these delicious emotions just swirling around in my brain, but it's accompanied by intense arousal, and the sex after as I reclaim your mother is mind-blowing."

"I'm more like you, Jeri," Grace said. "When Chet cheated on me, I was devastated, even though we weren't married. I loved him, and had already decided I'd marry him if he asked. I was outraged, hurt, and angry, and I wanted to do to him, what he'd done to me, which is why I fucked his friend in front of him. But he wasn't outraged, hurt, and angry, as I was. He was aroused, excited and happy. I didn't understand why he wasn't suffering. As many other men as i've fucked in my life, I would still be devastated if Chet took another lover. I'm not him. Even now, as many years as we've been married, I don't completely understand it. I only know that it makes him happy, and I would do anything to make him happy, even have sex with other men."

"The next couple I intend to move in with, the husband is a willing cuckold, whose wife has given him two black children. He's been in chastity for eight years. Any comments?" I asked.

"Chastity for that long wouldn't be possible for me," Chet said. "I love fucking Grace too much, especially after she's been with someone else. That's half of my enjoyment of this relationship."

"I've always enjoyed having sex with Chet," Grace said. "Sex with him is always softer, more loving. Other sex is fucking. I would rather give up sex with other men, then sex with Chet. He's not a bad lover. He always ensures I orgasm. That's not to say I hate the sex with other men. It's more taboo, and therefore more exciting. It's wild and unpredictable in a ways sex with Chet will never be."

"And that's why you should understand me, Grace," I said. "Fucking other women is always wild, unpredictable, different. I didn't hate sex with Jeri. I loved fucking her. But I also love the chase, the first time with another person, the explorations, learning their sexual triggers, what they like and don't like. Making them cum, turning them into a quivering pile of jelly. It's what I want to do with you. Make you beg for my cock, beg me to fuck you, to call out my name is ecstasy, while your husband watches you surrender to me. There's the extra kick of knowing you're married, that you're Jeri's mother, that we used to be related by marriage, but most of all, because you're just different, a new conquest, someone to turn into my slut."

"You're awfully confident," Grace said. "I've fucked hundreds of men, perhaps fifteen to twenty-five every year of my marriage."

"He has every right to be confident, Mother," Jeri said. "He does that many women in a month. I couldn't keep away from his cock even being royally pissed off. The first half dozen women I saw him fuck, still pissed me off, but still I wanted him, enough I climbed into bed with him and his other paramours and learned to fuck other women. The first few times I fucked him after our marriage, I hated myself for wanting to fuck him anyway.

"But in a way, I kind of understand Daddy. Knowing he was knocking up some other bitch like Laura was kind of exciting."

"So you've had sex with Laura?" Chet asked.

"I've had sex with a least six other women, and not all of them with Brick in the bed. He was nearby. I've not sought out sex with other women, but took it if it was available. If he was fucking someone else, I wanted, needed even, sex with someone else, to prove my own desirability, and mostly, it was women. Brick has tended to convert all of the women he's around lately into bisexual sluts, and I guess I'm becoming one."

"One last question, Chet. I brought Laura along in case Grace wanted to enjoy another woman, and/or to clean up Grace after I fuck her. It sounds as if you'd like to take on that job yourself."

"Oh, yes. One of my pleasures for being a cuckold."

"Have you ever prepared another man to fuck Grace or cleaned his cock after he finished?" I asked.

"There are a few men who enjoyed the humiliation aspect of fucking a cuckold's wife. Grace never expected it of me; she's not into the most humiliating aspects of cuckoldry, out of love and respect for me, primarily. She left it up to me if I would engage in such behaviors. Most of the time, I didn't, but if I liked the man myself, not physically, as I don't find myself physically attracted to men, but as friends, I would on occasion take care of him afterwards, or preparing him beforehand. It's another way of participating in my wife's sexual adventures. Sometimes, it adds to the experience for both of us."

"After reading about cuckoldry after fucking Laura for the first time, I let Phillip try both things. Turns out, neither one of us enjoyed it, so it went by the wayside, but I have to admit, having my former father-in-law sucking me off after fucking my former mother-in-law, kind of raises the bar for me."

Chet smiled at me. "I think we understand one another well enough. Why don't we get started with what you're here for."

"I want you to know, Chet, that I intend to make love to your wife. While I'll also fuck her, I will love her as tenderly as I've ever loved Jeri, including kissing her. Grace will beg for my cock. If that's something you don't want to see happen, you might not want to be there."

"I will never not want to be there, no matter how much Grace enjoys it. Watching her enjoy sex is another benefit of my cuckoldry."

"Compersion," Jeri said.

"What's that, honey," Chet asked.

"It's like the opposite of jealousy. Instead of being upset Mother is taking lovers, you take enjoyment from the pleasure she receives."

"I didn't know it had a name, but yes, I very much enjoy her pleasure as she fucks."

We adjourned to the bedroom, hugely spacious, king size bed, with a chair conveniently placed for Chet's viewing pleasure. Laura took Grace's vanity chair and sat beside Chet. Since Jeri was more interested in watching Chet, than watching me fuck her mother, she sat on the floor where she could observe him, and not the bed.

I seduced Grace much the same as I'd seduced most women in the last two months, with one important difference. I didn't undress her, I let Chet undress her, kissing each inch of skin as he exposed her to me. Her breasts, while not huge, had sagged some over time. She kept her pubic hair trimmed, but not shaved, and there were gray hairs in amongst the dark auburn curls she'd bequeathed her daughter. I suckled her nipples, kissed my way down to her crotch and licked my way to her first orgasm, all before we entered the bed.

"Undress me now. Show your husband the cock you intend to let inside of your married pussy."

Grace undressed me. As she'd said, she'd fucked a lot of men over the course of her marriage. She wasn't shocked by my length, she'd had longer. My girth and heft still managed to surprise her. It was a big slab of meat. She looked at Chet, then sank to her knees to suck my cock. She was old enough, I didn't want her on her knees for long. I picked her up, kissing her, and carried her to the bed, slowly setting her down.

Spreading her legs wide, I ate her out until she begged me to fuck her, to fill her with my cock. I put the tip of my cock in her sheath, but left it there, teasing her, while kissing her, until she moaned and thrust off the bed, driving herself onto my cock. I didn't know how limber she was, so didn't crank her legs up to her ears, but she wrapped them around my waist, encouraging me to fuck her deeper. I was long stroking her, using every inch of my cock. Due to the way my cock was built, it stretched her wide at the head, relaxed a bit right in the middle, and stretched her again as I bottomed out inside of her, my heavy balls smacking her ass. She was going nuts.

"Fuck me, you big dicked fucker. Faster. I can take it. I'm so fucking full, Chet. No one's ever stretched me like he has. No one. Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again. Damn, Jeri, no wonder you couldn't stay away from this cock. It feels so good. Fuck me, I'm cumming some more."

I fucked her for a half hour in that position, then fifteen more minutes in doggy, though her arms gave out on her and her head rested on the bed as I held onto her hips, holding them up so I could keep rocking into her cunt. I lost track of Grace's orgasms, some of those I thought were short fast ones, might have been one longer multiple orgasm. She was loving her fucking and letting everyone know how much she was loving it. There was no question in anyone's mind.

"Cum in me. Fill me with your cum. Give Chet a reason to lick me. Oh, God, can you fuck a long time. You need to cum soon. Fuck! I'm cumming. Oh, Chet, even without his cum, you'll have so much to clean. My pussy is one hot mess. Fucking cum already."

I gave it another five minutes, then hosed down her pussy with a lot of cum. It had been a long time since I fucked Karen this morning, and I'd fucked Grace for fifty minutes, building up a substantial quantity of cum. I pulsed ten or twelve times to fill her pussy with my seed.

When I pulled out, a long string of mixed cum clung to my cock until I was a foot away, before it finally snapped. Her ravaged cunt was leaking a huge creampie.

I rolled off to the side. "Grace is all yours, Chet. I hope that worked out for you?"

"Oh, yes. Exquisite."

He climbed between his wife's legs and began licking the cream drooling from her pussy. I didn't know if Jeri would want to lick her mother's cum off my cock, so I had Laura do it.

"We need to go, Mom, Dad. I've got something Brick needs to take care of," Jeri said.

"Like he took care of me, I imagine," Grace said. "What a great fucking. Run along and let Brick take care of that 'need' for you."

We shot on over to Jeri's townhouse. She was naked before we got five feet from the door and I was plowing her on her living room couch. I gave her every bit as good as I gave her Mother.

She rolled over when I was done, and Laura cleaned both of us off.

"Now, get out of here," Jeri said. "I need to shower and get ready for bed."

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