The Reluctant Cuckold

I don't usually open emails unless I know who they're from. Once burned, twice shy as they say. And boy had I been burned in the past. I opened a single email from an unknown source and had to replace my personal computer, the virus was that destructive.

Against my better judgement, the Subject "You and Cindy" compelled me to open the one I saw in my inbox at work. I didn't know it at the time but although this email would not be ruinous, it would, you can bet, change my life. Depending on your outlook, maybe for the better, maybe not.

It began"

"John:

You don't who I am yet but soon you will and you will become grateful for my entering your life. But first things first John. My name at the present is not important. That is for later. What you need to know and understand is that Cindy, that's right John, your wife asked me to write you this email. The love of your life has suffered under your pathetic attempts to perform as a man John. The fruits of her womanhood were withering on the vine so to speak. That is until I came into her life. And now John, I come into yours."

Now I'm wondering who this is and what the fuck is he talking about. I mean her fruits withering on the vine? Who says crap like that?

"Do not be alarmed at what I am about to reveal John. My presence has had a positive influence on your wife's life just as it will on your own. I suggest you keep an open mind about what I am going to tell you. Yes, your initial reaction will be anger. But John, anger serves no purpose. It will only delay the inevitable and waste time in your eventual capitulation and acceptance."

"I have been fucking your wife, your very sexy and extremely horny Cindy for the past four months. Now that I have your complete attention little man, understand this. I wish not to wreck your marriage. Nor do I wish you ill will. I only wish to enhance your life as I have Cindy's."

She is now my regular fuck toy John. I say again, my regular fuck toy. Before you get your panties in a wad John, she turned to me because she needed a man to fuck her. All women need and deserve a man John, a real man with a real cock to make them feel like a woman. It isn't your fault that you have short changed your wife with your sorry little dick. Your many failed attempts to please her with that little thing between your legs have left her wanting a real man's cock. I have filled both that need and her pussy for her, and for you."

"Through her I know that you have tasted and enjoyed the results of our sessions. In case that went over your head John, let me state it more succinctly. For the past four months you have been cleaning my cum from your wife's well and freshly fucked pussy. And through her, I know that you have come to savor and look forward to swallowing the load I have left behind."

"Don't deny it John. One must be truthful to ones' self if one desires peace in his life."

"I am writing you so that you will know that I offer you that peace John. I offer you the opportunity to spread your wings, to explore who you really are. In that regard John, it is with great anticipation that I ask you to keep that open mind of which I spoke and join your wife as my suck toy. That's right John. There was no typo. I want you to become my suck toy, my cock sucker. This was your wife's idea John, not mine. I would just as soon keep fucking her, making her my whore, my slut behind your back John. However, after careful consideration and discussion with Cindy, I feel that you coming to terms with what you are and allowing me to take you down a path of which few husbands can only dream, is the appropriate way of allowing you to thank me for fucking your wife better than you ever could."

"Cindy and I both look forward to the day when you kneel before us, asking only to please the cock your wife has come to love."

"If I am any judge of character John, by now your little boner is in need of your attention. I leave you to run to the men's room and take care of business while thinking of the day you give yourself freely and wantonly to my cock. Remember to flush your weak sperm down the toilet where it belongs."

"We will meet soon John."

Below his message was a picture of a big, black, hard cock, a pearl of pre-cum glistening enticingly at the slit.

"Enticingly? What am I thinking?" I said as I hit delete.

"Well to hell with this shit," I thought angerly. "The nerve of this son of a bitch, telling me he's fucking my wife and wants me to thank him by sucking his cock. Really motherfucker?"

But he was right. I did have an erection. Nothing like the pic on the email though. Mine is admittedly lacking.

Let me start here. My name is John. My name wasn't the only thing the anonymous emailer had right. I am 5' 7" tall and weigh somewhere around 140. Yes I have been cursed with a little dick. It is 4 1/2 inches long, as big a round as a quarter. It's a little, pink, moisture seeking missile. And no, while I don't last long, I love pussy. And I'm fair. I have given my wife many orgasms with my talented mouth after failing through intercourse.

Now finding out that she's been fucking someone else behind my back and letting me eat his cum came as a shock. No, it wasn't unpleasant tasting. But had I known then what I just found out, well, let me just say that things would have been much different.

I was going to call Cindy when my phone rang. It was her. "Now John, please don't be pissed. I know this comes as a complete surprise but please understand. I couldn't help it. I swear I had no intentions sleeping with anyone else but, well, it just happened."

"Just happened? Just happened? How the hell does him fucking you for four months just happen? What? He falls down and lands dick first in your pussy?"

"He said you'd feel that way at first John. He was right. You're angry. There's nothing I can say to you right now so I'm going to hang up. When you calm down enough to listen, we'll try this again." Click.

I starred at the phone in my hand in disbelief. What had begun as a regular work day turned to shit with an email and a single phone call.

"She said "He knew I'd get pissed", I mean what the fuck Earl? This asshole emails me that he's fucking my wife. To top that, they both want to see me suck his cock. Fuck that and fuck them."

I ordered another shot after finishing my tirade to Earl, my boss with whom I was having an after work drink.

Earl is a nice guy. He's a big man, maybe about 6' 1" and from the way his clothes fit, he must be very well built.

He smiles at what I've just confessed to him about my wife. He takes a sip of his drink as if in thought, shrugs and says nothing.

"Did you hear what I just told you man?"

"I heard John. What's the big deal?"

"What?"

"Look man. It's like this. You're my friend, right? So I can honest with you right?"

"Yeah. I hope so Earl. I mean we're friends and all and you are my boss so yeah, I hope you can be honest with me. I want you to."

It seemed to me that Earl was taking his time to be honest with me. Finally he turned to me and with a serious look says, "You married above your station John. Now don't go getting pissed but you married a fine woman. I mean Cindy is hot and she's built for sex and well... Well John, you aren't. Now I hate to break it to you like that but it is the truth. I know a hundred guys who would give up a month's pay just to hear your wife piss in a tin can, long distance over the telephone. Men with cocks John, men who know how to use them."

He took another sip before finishing, "You have a tiny dick John. Not the kind women want or need. I have no idea how come she married you knowing you lack in the dick department. But marry you she did and now she goes elsewhere to get the satisfaction you aren't able to provide. And to be completely truthful, I'm not surprised."

"Yeah. I did good marrying Cindy. And I know that she knew I had a small dick before she married me. But I never thought she'd cheat on me Earl. I have to do something, say something to her but I have nothing in me but hurt and anger."

My situation over whelmed me out of the blue and I pressed my forehead against the bar and began to weep.

Earl let me get it out of my system and when my tears finally stopped he said something that would forever change me.

"Look John. There's only a couple ways you can deal with this, well, three actually, maybe four."

I looked at him waiting while he sipped more of his drink.

"You can divorce her but then she'd get half your money. You'd have to sell the house and split the profit, and you'd be alone, back looking for another woman while she spends her portion of your money on whomever it is that's been fucking her."

"Yeah, even though she cheated the courts would screw me," I agreed.

"Number two, you can go home and tell her it's okay, that you understand that she has needs, but she cannot have him over to your house to fuck."

I winced. "You mean give her permission to keep on fucking that guy?"

"Uh huh. But not in your home. That would be hard on you, watching her get dressed and primping to go out and fuck him while you waited at home. The agony you'd go through in that scenario. Now there are some guys who like living like that. Knowing their wife is with a man with a big cock. They sit home playing with themselves waiting for her to return and feed him a cream pie."

"A cream pie? What's that?"

"That's what you've been eating since that guy started fucking Cindy."

"Yeah. I guess you're right," I said feeling trapped in the situation. "Waiting for her to come home would be agonizing."

"But John, there is another way. A way that allows you to keep your money, your house, your wife, and you won't have to wait up at night waiting for her to come home freshly fucked."

It was a ray of hope. Maybe Earl had an ace up his sleeve.

"If you can't beat them John, join them."

"Say what?"

"Join them. Do as the emailer suggests. Go home, tell Cindy to invite him over, and suck his cock."

"Fuck that shit Earl. I'm not gay. I'm not a cock sucker. I can't do that. I just can't man."

"Yes you can John. Sure you won't like it at first, or maybe you will. But sucking his cock won't make you gay. I mean not if you still like pussy I mean. But look at it this way; you won't have to wonder who he is. You won't be left alone and waiting for him to finish doing her. You'll be involved. Lots of guys not only do that, let their wives take a lover, they enjoy being part of the solution."

"And you think this is the best solution, letting them continue fucking while I suck his cock and jack off?"

"I do John. And don't forget about you cleaning both parties with your mouth after they finished fucking. Honestly, there's no other way I can see you winning. This way would have the least impact on your psyche, your finances, and your marriage. Look John, she's gonna keep on fucking him or someone else. You may as well get onboard with the program."

"You may be right Earl but I have t think on it first. Letting them fuck is bad enough but sucking his cock, and eating his cum while he's there too? I just don't know man. I don't know if I could do that."

"Okay, there's one last option for you to consider. Buy a gun and shoot the motherfucker."

"I can't do that. I couldn't kill anyone, not even him. Besides, just because he's fucking my wife doesn't mean he deserves to be killed. I mean he didn't rape her. No, that's not a realistic option."

"Then think about going with option three John. What do you have to lose? Swallow your pride, along with his cock. And there may be a plus side. You might find you enjoy watching them fuck and you may find sucking him pleasant too."

If Earl thought I didn't see the smirk come over his face, he would be wrong.

I downed my drink and had to get away to think. "See you tomorrow Earl. Thanks for listening."

"See ya John."

I did think about it but was still undecided when I arrived home. Ignoring Cindy's worried expression, I went directly to the guest bedroom without speaking to my her. I locked the door, took off my clothes and went to bed.

It was a sleepless night. I tossed and turned and tried to get that picture of his cock out of my brain. It was futile.

In the morning I showered, shaved, went to the master bedroom and dressed. Cindy woke up but said nothing. She was watching me, gauging, probably waiting for me to go off on her. I didn't.

"John," she said as I was leaving.

"Not now Cin. I'll call you later."

And I went to the office.

I was trying to wrap my head around my problem. I booted up and opened my email account. There was another email from the mysterious guy.

"Good morning John. First let me commend you for not losing your cool with Cindy last night or this morning. A real man might have tossed her out on her ass, maybe even come looking for me. But we both know that isn't you, don't we?"

"Yes John. She told me you spent the night in the guest bedroom. Yes John, she also told me how you said you'd talk with her later. Good boy. We're off to a good start."

Now I want you to open the photos attached and study them. We took these specifically for you to see what you're missing out on John. Look at them. See how happy your wife is. See how she enjoys my cock in her cunt, in her mouth. Look at them and think about what little you have to offer her besides your mouth. You have my permission to beat off because I know you will."

I opened the attached pics. There they were in different poses. Cindy sucking his big black cock. Cindy smiling at the camera while rubbing that cock all over her face. A close up of his cock in her pussy. There was a shot of her laying with legs akimbo, thick cum oozing from her red raw pussy, a satisfied look on her face. There was one more pic of that big cock being held in my wife's left hand, her wedding rings shining against the blackness, her brightly painted lips kissing it. But there were no identifying photos of him. No facial shots at all.

He remained a stranger to me.

My dick was hurting, it was so hard. "Fuck!" I'd never been so pissed about being so turned on.

I went down the hall to the men's room. Checking the stalls, when I found it was empty, I entered the last stall and pulled my pants open. It took me less than 2 minutes to fill the wad of toilet tissue with my spooge. As I flushed the evidence remembering with shame the first email saying that it is exactly where my weak ass sperm belongs.

Back at my desk, I forwarded that email to my personal account. Then I retrieved the first one from the recycling bin and did the same. Then I deleted both and emptied the recycling bin.

I called home just before noon. "Cin, I'm going to make this short before I chicken out. Call your friend. Invite him over tonight. Ask if he'd arrive at about 7. That gives me a chance to chill for a minute. Bye."

I hung up without hearing anything she tried to get in.

I spent the remainder of the day in absolute trepidation. Wishing the day would end soon and hoping it never would at the same time. My stomach was in knots.

As I was leaving Earl got in the elevator with me. It was just he and I and he asked what I was going to do.

"Option three Earl. You were right. It appears to be the lesser of evils."

As we parted company on the sidewalk outside, Earl said as he walked away, "See you tomorrow... cock sucker."

"Fuck you Earl," I shouted over his laughter.

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