South Beach Cuckold

"Now her top. Pull the straps off of her shoulder and pull it all the way down her body," commanded Max. "I don't want her mouth to come off of my cock."

It was awkward, and a tight fit to make it work, but Roger was able to succeed as instructed. His wife was now naked and still lost in the lust of her cock worship. Max had two hands on her head, and he spoke gently to Leigh Ann, encouraging her. Roger positioned himself in a chair near the window so that he could see better. His hand moved to his own crotch, and he rubbed his cock through his slacks.

"I don't want you masturbating. Her pleasure will be physical, but your pleasure will be mental. In many ways it will be more intense, but it will all be in the mind. Do you know what a cuckold is, Roger?"

Roger shook his head. It sounded familiar, but he wasn't sure.

"A cuckold is a man that allows his wife to be taken by another man. It is an act of great love. You know she will be pleasured by me in ways that you can never pleasure her. But Roger, it's also an act of great submission. You surrender to her and you surrender to me. Have you noticed how easily you obey me?"

Roger said nothing.

"Answer me, Roger."

"Yes."

"When you speak to me, call me 'Sir'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Ok. Now help your wife stand up." Max pulled Leigh Ann away from his cock, and Roger helped her stand. "You may kiss your wife." Roger embraced Leigh Ann and kissed her passionately. There was the unspoken indignity stemming from the fact that she had just been worshipping Max's cock, but it was still wonderful to re-establish a sense of intimacy with his wife.

"Where is her wedding ring?" asked Max.

"Her wedding rings... wedding and engagement are in my pocket."

"I think you meant to say 'in my pocket, Sir."

"Yes, Sir."

"This is your new wedding night, cuckold. Take the rings from your pocket and kneel in front of your bride. From here out, you will never be her equal again. You will serve her, and you will obey her. She will be the head of the household, and you will submit to her authority."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now give her the rings." Roger handed Leigh Ann the rings and helped her put them on her finger. He remained kneeling.

Max stepped between them and embraced Leigh Ann. He lifted her off the ground and placed her gently back onto the bed. Leigh Ann opened her legs to him, and he placed the head of his massive cock at the opening of her pussy. He stroked it slowly up and down her labia before finally pushing its mushroom head inside of her. Her arms flailed out and against the bed, she lifted her neck and she clenched her teeth.

There was a dizzying, slow motion serios of images before Rogers eyes. He watched Max stroke in an out of her with only the first couple inches of his manhood. It was happening, and each subsequent moment was another where Roger silently watched his wife taken by this stranger. When Max finally buried himself in her body, her ecstasy was uncontrollable. The slow motion stopped, and the world moved at double speed.

"Fuck me, pleeeeease fuck me, Master," moaned Leigh Ann. While Roger would submit to her, she would apparently submit to Max.

He pounded her body with the full force of his own. Leigh Ann yelped with orgasm after orgasm.

His cock still inside her, he lifted her off the bed and in this position rocked her effortlessly. Leigh Ann moaned rhythmically as he penetrated her more deeply than she had ever experienced before. He then lay her at the foot of his bed, her legs hanging off the edge, and he thrust hard a final time before his own face grimaced, and he exploded inside of her.

As he pulled out of her, he held her legs spread apart, and motioned for Roger to kneel in front of her. "I want you to taste my seed from her pussy, cuckold."

Surprising himself, Roger knelt before his wife and worshipfully placed his lips on her swollen opening. The slightly salty, acrid taste was not what he was expecting, but he worshipfully obeyed, sucking the cum from his wife while she stroked his hair affectionately.

"You can leave now, cuckold. You won't be needed any longer this evening, and I have further plans for your wife."

"Yes, Sir," replied Roger.

He stood and stared into the flushed face of Leigh Ann, her hair sweaty and matted against the blankets.

"Roger," said Leigh Ann as he turned to leave. Roger stopped and turned around, anxious for any sign of reassurance from his wife. "Please keep your phone close to your bed tonight. I will call you in the morning to bring my clothes and some coffee for my Master and I."

"Yes, Ma'am," answered Roger. His new life had begun.