Your Inevitable Cuckolding

You were seated on the hotel room couch, listening intently for any sound that might escape the bedroom. Your attention was at a deliriously heightened state, and the knot in your stomach roiled with nervous anticipation. A feminine giggle, a lustful kiss, and the telling rummaging of clothes and bed sheets. Each sent your mind reeling, and each caused your heart to pound.

Your eyes darted open as you finally heard that impossible sound, the inevitable creaking of the hotel bed. The noise of it created a heat on your face, embarrassment and excitement both coursing through your body in erotic torment.

A chill ran down your spine as the first moan escaped her sultry lips.

It was haunting, harrowing, and most of all, impossibly sexy. It caused your mouth to run dry, as you instinctively cleared the lump in your throat.

Another cry of pleasure, somehow it was your wife's voice, her sweet, sexy voice, that squealed in delight. The creaking of the bed became louder, and another noise soon joined the chorus. You could hear it clearly, the erotic sound of two naked bodies slapping together in desire. Her moans were becoming more needful, more urgent with every collision. It was both incredible and horrifying to listen too. Your penis stiffened as your head spun in aroused confusion, unable to believe that this was finally happening.

It took years to convince her, to assure her that this is what you wanted. It took years for her walls to come down, for her to allow herself to believe that this was somehow acceptable behavior for a married woman. Luckily, though, your marriage was a good one. The love and trust you had in one another had allowed for this impossible circumstance to slowly evolve from unmentionable fantasy, into taboo reality.

"Oh!! Oh- Oh- Ohhh!! Yesss!!" You froze as you listened to her voice cry out in sexual wonder, the incredible pleasure palpable in the sound of her moans. Your hands clutched into the armrest of the sofa, seemingly bracing for the harrowing song of your wife's satisfaction. You immediately knew she was experiencing something she hadn't before, something that you weren't physically equipped to give her.

Maybe you weren't the biggest man. Maybe you were very small, or at least below average. Maybe your endowment was normal, or possibly even slightly above. Maybe you even thought yourself big, at one point or another.

Regardless of what kind of equipment you had between your legs, the harrowing fact remained. You weren't nearly as big as him.

"Oh my- god!! Fuck mee-ee-ee!!" Her squeals of pleasure echoed from within the bedroom. Each of her moans was a gut punch, gut punches that somehow stiffened your penis with every blow.

You remember the looks on her face, back when you slowly began introducing her to porn with large men. Her wide eyed expressions, her blushing cheeks, the noticeably enthusiastic love making that followed. In the same way you appreciated women with attractive, feminine features, your wife slowly discovered just how much she appreciated men with large, masculine ones. It caused you some embarrassment, knowing that she was so clearly aroused by men bigger than yourself, but deep down that same knowledge excited you. It was simply in her womanly nature, to lust for large manhood, and her willingness to embrace that desire was something that aroused you in a powerful way.

The feelings were so powerful, in fact, that you eventually worked up the courage to tease her about actually taking a bigger man to bed. Those conversations would cause her to blush, and insist you were a pervert, insist you were crazy. Still, you couldn't help but notice her excited eyes when discussing that forbidden topic.

Your encouragement persisted, but she would continue to push back, concerned for your feelings, worried about your marriage, unsure how serious you were. She was certain you would be too embarrassed, too jealous, to allow such an unthinkable act to occur between her and another man. You discussed it countless times, and with every conversation a new layer was peeled away, allowing for further visualization of the impossible fantasy. You couldn't quite explain why, but your arousal was utterly real, and completely undeniable. Whenever you imagined her in that taboo situation, you became rock hard with arousal. She would smile, blushing deep, surprised by your admissions, slowly becoming more and more turned on by the naughty idea. Perhaps the most telling of all, however, was the fact that the two of you would always have some of your best sex after talking about it.

Perhaps your wife had an ex-lover, a former fling, maybe it was even a one night stand. Maybe a man with exceptional endowment had her once, before your time together. Perhaps that experience was something that she shamefully thought back on, yearning for that feeling of fullness once again. Or maybe it was the opposite, and your wife had little sexual experience prior to marrying you. Perhaps she had girlfriends who teased her about that inexperience, or bragged about their own hung lovers. Maybe, even, it was at the furthest end of the spectrum, and you were the only man she had ever been with. Perhaps her thoughts sometimes wandered to the frightful possibility that she may have completely missed out on explosive sexual experiences. Regardless of whatever her sexual past might be, there was no denying the excitement in her eyes when you teased her about taking a very large man to bed.

You slowly began walking to the doorway, your mouth dry, heartbeat now racing at incredible pace. You paused before looking inside, your wife's moaning now reaching a fever pitch, the erotic sounds of their two naked bodies smacking together in lust, the bed springs creaking wildly as an unspeakable act occurred just beyond the threshold. Your stomach was still in knots, your penis as hard as you could ever remember it, straining against your slacks as you listened to another man fuck your wife! You began to feel momentarily dizzy, almost unable to believe this was a real moment in time.

Slowly, you managed to regain your composure, and swallow your pride. The embarrassment you were suffering somehow only fueled the swirling, perverted arousal that you were experiencing. You managed to peak inside, and the profoundly intense sight would be forever imprinted in your mind. You knew, almost immediately, that your marriage would never be quite the same.

Your beautiful wife was sprawled sexually on her back, her legs raised high in the air in feminine fashion. You caught a glimpse of her beautiful face, contorting in wonder as another man plunged in and out of her willing and wanting body. You blinked, once, twice, unable to truly grasp the magnitude of the moment. Your eyes trailed to her delicate feet, her toes locked in a curl from the bombardment of pleasure she was receiving, bouncing up and down with the movement of his thrusts. Her new anklet was shining visibly, hanging sexily down her calve as a perverse symbol of what was happening in that bed.

"It feels- so good! It's so goo-ood!" Your wife gasped, pulling the hung man deeper inside her.

Absurdly, you noticed his ass, thrusting back and forth, and below it, his obscenely large testicles. Your mouth went dry as you witnessed his impressive length plunging in and out of her pussy. The gut punches came heavier now, the visual confirmation that your wife's lover was significantly larger than you now sending you reeling. He was thicker and longer, heavier and harder, and she seemed to crave every inch of him. Your wife was taking his huge manhood with delicious ease, engulfing his size almost as if her pussy was designed for it.

"Fuck m-ee-eee!!" She suddenly screamed, his stroke inflaming her to an extreme degree. His big balls slapped erotically into her plump ass, creating a taboo noise that taunted you with every smack of their skin. You watched as his pendulous scrotum smacked into her cheeks, each collision causing her ass to jiggle ever so slightly. You grasped the doorway, to steady yourself. You looked on in horror as her delicate hands clutched into his muscled back, her fingers clawing into him for support. You glanced back down at their colliding sexes, his huge penis commandingly plunging in and out of your wife. Your mind continued to melt away into surreal wonder, watching as her taut labia clung to him, perversely soaking and gripping his thick shaft, seemingly desperate to keep him inside her.

"I love the way you fuck me." Your wife moaned, kissing her lover, now wrapping her legs around his back in instinctual submission.

"You like that big cock?" The bull asked, his deep voice already knowing the answer. He continued to thrust, perpetually filling her with every inch of himself.

"I love your- big cock! It feels- Ohh! So- fucking amazing!!" Your wife screamed, grasping into his back with one hand, and clutching his ass with her other.

It was admittedly brutal, listening to her inflamed admissions of lust, listening to the passionate smacking of their lips. Somehow, though, your own arousal conquered any feelings of inadequacy, of shame, of embarrassment. This was beyond comprehension, the image of your wife having sex with another man was simply on another plane of eroticism.

Your mouth was dry as you continued to watch his immense organ stuff in and out of the woman you loved, stretching her in a way that looked utterly primal. It was hard to accept just how much larger he was than you, and even harder to accept that no matter how much you might try, you would never be able to fill her like he was. His cock plunged in and out, almost in slow motion, her screams echoing in your ears as he satisfied her deeply. It was utterly depraved and absurd. Yet it was also somehow deeply human, and it was also the exact reason the three of you were in this hotel room together.

You remembered back to her excited, embarrassed smile, when she first saw the pictures of his manhood. He was an experienced lover of married women, coming with verified recommendations on the adult site you had used. After so many years, you and your wife had finally relented to fantasy, using wine and arousal to finally take that impossible step in searching for a potential bull. You still remember the raw electricity in the car as you and your wife drove out to to meet him for the first time. Both of you smiled the entire way there, almost delirious over the prospect at hand.

It was to be a casual encounter, initially, with the intent to get a sense of the man, an impression of him. It needed to be a great one, to be sure. If he was to be someone who would have the honor of taking your wife to bed, he needed to be utterly worthy of the right. The conversation flowed freely, somehow, and he was very respectful of the dynamic that you and your wife were exploring. He spoke with confidence, and had an air of calmness about him, which put both you and your wife at ease. He was familiar with the cuckold and hotwife lifestyle, and knew exactly why the fantasy was so powerful, for so many. He took his time to engage you, specifically, to make sure he understood what you wanted out of the situation. He smiled, knowingly, when you told him that you wanted to see your wife satisfied in a big way. You took note of your wife's captivation with the man, causing both a strange excitement and pangs of jealously to course through your body. It was bizarre, embarrassing, and profoundly arousing to watch him openly flirt with her, and her with him, knowing where the intent led. It was clear that she found him attractive, and their chemistry was readily apparent right from your first meeting.

You made love that night, upon the return from the dinner. It was powerful, erotic, and a telling moment in your budding exploration. She looked into your eyes, staring at you with passion, with longing, letting you know that she loved you completely. You kissed, and explored one another with familiarity and care. You prodded her for her thoughts, her feelings on what might come to be. During an intimate moment, your wife admitted the powerful truth, the impossible truth, the truth that you had been waiting to hear. The man you had both met earlier in the evening, the man who had captivated her, and flirted with her, the man who had complimented her, and excited her. She wanted that man, sexually. She told you, that not only was she willing to let that man fuck her. Your wife wanted that man to fuck her.

Your pants were now around your ankles, bunched along with your boxers in a pile of aroused perversion. The sight of the humanistic lust at play in the bed in front of you was simply too powerful to deny. You stroked your lesser penis in voyeuristic depravity as you watched another man's greater one sexually satisfy your wife. You were painfully envious of his size, and especially of the way she was responding to it.

She was riding him now, her large breasts bouncing seductively as his large cock pistoned in and out of her. Her plump rear bucked up and down on top of him, causing his heavy balls to shake into a boil. It was surreal to watch her ride another man, her hands clutched into his chest as she mounted him with passion.

"Goddd!!" Her voice sounded possessed, enraptured by his ability, his size.

The bull's large hand suddenly slapped against her rippling ass, spurring her to ride him harder.

You could sense her impeding explosion, your own balls boiling at the sight of her pleasure as you pumped your dick in voyeuristic delight, still standing outside the doorway.

Her bucking became more frantic, and you saw her toes lock into a curl.

Her scream was almost primal, "I'm gonna- I'm- I'm c-cumminggg!!"

The bull suddenly slapped her ass again, and once more, reddening her large cheek as her body convulsed, eventually collapsing down onto his chest. He grabbed her plump rear firmly, and pounded her through to completion, his heavy balls flopping up and smacking the underside of her ass cheeks as she continued to explode all over his cock.

Your mouth fell agape as you watched her yield to him, her pussy spasming in satisfaction as she creamed all over another man's member. You had to stop stroking your own penis, for fear of losing your nut.

"Ohh God-ddd!! I'm fu- cummi- I'm cummingg- so harddd!!" She squealed, almost without control of her body.

You had to look away, the sight of her powerful orgasm was too arousing to process. You looked down at your dick, noticing its intense hardness, your pounding heartbeat causing it to pulse up and down. Absurdly, your eyes adjusted on the floor beyond, and you noticed her black dress near the door, laying in a pile next to her stilettos. You had to clear your mind, at least for a moment, and you found your thoughts recalling the earlier evening.

She smiled wide when she saw him sitting at the dinner table. He had been waiting patiently at the hotel restaurant, anticipating your arrival.

It was hard to describe the emotions you experienced, watching as your wife dressed for the evening. To see her taking the time to ensure that every facet of her outfit was flawless, her sexy public hair trimmed in the way that she preferred. Knowing that she was preparing herself for the very likely possibility of going to bed with another man, it was atomic in it's intensity. The strange sensation you experienced as you walked hand in hand through the hotel bar, eventually arriving at his table. The woman you loved, dolled up for his feasting eyes. The entire build up, the very idea of that it all only served to stoke the fires of your perversion. From the instant you both sat down with him, the sexual tension was palpable in the air. You watched them flirt, and tease, their eyes rarely leaving one another, save for those moments when they would turn back to you. It was reassuring to see their willingness to keep you engaged. She rested her hand on your knee, sometimes leaning in to kiss you, sometimes whispering that she loved you. It was all building to an inevitability, a horrifying, arousing, inevitability. The three of you enjoyed some wine, to calm the nerves, and steady the hand. It wasn't long, however, before you found yourselves in the elevator, headed up to an act of nature that was to be undeniably human, and free from societal and marital constraints.

"I'm going to take over from here." The bull spoke, gently pulling her over to his side of the cab. He took her by the waist, and stood commandingly behind her. "If you don't mind." He added to you, genuinely.

You could only nod, an excited nervousness exploding across your body.

Your wife blushed, giggling in aroused excitement as the bull began to plant gentle kisses on her neck, his large hands now exploring her luscious body. She squeezed your hand for support, for encouragement. You watched in a trance as they explored one another for the first time, and your eyes bulged when you saw him cup your wife's breasts, an intimate touch that had up until that moment been reserved for you alone. It caused her head to arch back in pleasure.

"We're all going to have a lot of fun tonight." He spoke confidently. Your wife looked up at you with excited, embarrassed eyes. You could only lean down and kiss her, sparks exploding off both your lips. With every passing moment, you were only more encouraged to see this impossible act occur, the eroticism in the air unlike anything you had ever experienced.

The two of them were in passionate embrace before you even opened the suite door. The bull wasted no time, immediately taking your wife by her hand, leading her into the bedroom. She turned and gave you one last smile, an embarrassed, naughty smile, a smile that admitted that she was succumbing to another man, a man with endowment much larger than yours. Your heart pounded and your face ran flush as you watched her disappear into the other room. Moments later you were seated on the sofa in the common area, unsure as to how you even arrived there. You and your wife had previously agreed that you would wait outside for the beginning of the taboo act. With embarrassed eyes, she confided that she wasn't sure how shy, how self conscious she would feel with you there watching her first moments with him. You understood, and agreed happily. What you didn't account for, however, was the intense angst you would suffer as you waited for your queue. It was too intense, to be sure, as evident by the fact that you were now spying from the doorway.

You eyes blinked, focus returning to the present.

"You can come in now baby." You suddenly heard the sweet voice of your wife. It cut through your wandering thoughts with immediacy.

It was hard to describe the confusing mixture of arousal and embarrassment, as you noticed her eyes looking at you through the doorway.

Your mouth was dry, your dick still throbbing, as you realized your wife was now on all fours. She supported her gorgeous body with her delicate forearms, almost wiggling her rear as the bull began to assume position behind her.

She called for you again, a cute nervousness in her voice.

You moved slowly, pushing the door the remainder of the way open, absurdly stepping out of the bunched pants at your feet.

She smiled sweetly at you, though there was some embarrassment present on her face. You saw her excited eyes wander down to your erection, blushing as she realized the extent of your arousal. You could immediately see the comparison that her mind was making. Your wife blushed again, acknowledging with knowing eyes that her lover was much bigger than you. That truth caused you some embarrassment, as the contrast was in sizes was too significant to ignore. Ultimately though, there was no sense in denying what was obvious, there was no need to shy away from it. The bull had much larger endowment than you, and that was the point. Your smaller dick stood in rigid arousal, in perverted acceptance, as you watched a bigger man assume position behind your wife.