A Cuckold Too Far
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This is the story of a cuckold fuck that went too far. It’s a long story if I tell it properly, so buckle up.
Like many men, one of my greatest turn-ons is watching my dear, beautiful, loving, filthy wife getting fucked by other men.
Just the idea of it was enough, at first. I didn’t actually dare ask my wife Claire; I was terrified of bringing the topic up. If your girl doesn’t feel the same way, that conversation can go badly.
So the idea of seeing my wife with other men stayed a fantasy only for years. Until we went to Mark and Angelica’s wedding that is. Until the reception party after the ceremony.
Claire flirted outrageously with Mark’s best man, Rick. She made it into a big joke as she did it, but there was truth in it too, I could see it in her eyes. Rick was handsome, he was tall and confident and powerfully built, I couldn’t blame my wife. The atmosphere got the better of me, and before I knew what I was doing, I whispered in Claire’s ear, “it’d be so hot to watch you suck his dick.”
Claire looked shocked, but a red flush came over her face. Still, my chest tightened in panic at what I’d said, I couldn’t believe those words had slipped out of my mouth. What had I been thinking?
If we’d have been sober, I’m sure the conversation wouldn’t have gone any further. But we weren’t. We’d both drunk enough champagne to stun an elephant. Claire laughed as she agreed with me. She looked over at Rick, then back at me. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it suggestively.
We danced as afternoon became evening, we drank more champagne. Claire was hot and giddy, we kissed and groped each other in dark corners of the hotel like love struck teenagers in the first overwhelming flush of hormones. Weddings are funny occasions. There’s love and sex in the air, everyone drinks too much, everyone’s so friendly and uninhibited. We found ourselves talking with Rick.
He looked a little confused as we stood before him. Claire flirted for everything she was worth; she had her hands all over the bemused guy. He kept looking at me with a wrinkled brow, the expression on his face said I was her husband, why was I allowing this to happen? Why wasn’t I enraged by it? Why was I laughing and making jokes with him?
Rick settled into it though as our charm got to work on him. Soon we were a tight threesome, getting on like a proverbial house on fire. We drank and drank, then again, the words just slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself. “My wife likes you. You want her to suck your dick?”
“What?” Rick shook his head like he hadn’t heard me, even if we both knew he had.
“She wants to,” I said. “It’d be cool to watch her do it.”
Rick shook his head at me. He looked at Claire as if I was mad.
Claire’s face was crimson, but she held Rick’s gaze. She nodded. “It’d be hot.” A not entirely shy smile slid over her face. “You don’t like me?”
“You’re gorgeous. But this is a little… weird,” Rick said.
My wife was gorgeous, Rick wasn’t being polite. Claire was way better looking than me, she was beautiful, she had a hell of a body. I was a lucky guy.
Claire spoke before I had a chance; she took the lead. “Come on, who doesn’t love getting their cock sucked?” She moved closer to Rick, she leaned in and whispered in his ear.
I still don’t know what Claire said, but Rick agreed. The three of us sneaked outside into the grounds of the hotel together. We passed through groups of happy revellers, I saw other amorous couples under trees and behind stands of vegetation. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I felt trembly with excitement.
Claire found an empty gazebo surrounded by rose bushes. She didn’t give Rick a chance to chicken out, or me, she dragged him into that gazebo and pushed him up against the back wall. I stood close, but out of the way as Claire drew Rick’s face down to hers, as she began to kiss him.
My wife took hold of Rick’s hands and lifted them to the front of her dress as their kissing grew more intense, as their mouths came open. Claire groaned as Rick’s fingers tightened around her breasts, as he groped her through her clothes. They kissed and kissed, Claire moaned and pressed her body into Rick’s, she sounded more and more frantic with each passing second. Claire ran a hand down Rick’s body to grip and squeeze his cock through his trousers, she moaned louder as she found it was already swollen.
I moved closer and to the side of them to get the best view I could as Claire eased Rick’s flies open and slipped her hand into his trousers. My wife groaned in a way I’d not heard her groan in years as her fingers closed around Rick’s dick. I saw her hand move up and down inside his clothes, slow at first, but faster and faster as if Claire was struggling to control herself.
Claire eased Rick’s cock out of his trousers and I understood what all the fuss was about. His dick was so enormous, it didn’t look real. It was twice as long as mine and so thick Claire could barely get her fingers around it. I worried if she’d have second thoughts about taking something so vast into her mouth; I was scared Claire would back out now, and just when it was getting so hot.
I should have given my wife more credit though. Claire lowered herself to her knees before Rick, he held his huge prick over her face. She kissed the tip of it, she ran her tongue up the length of Rick’s shaft, she opened her lips and took the head of his prick into her mouth.
If there had been any hesitation left in Rick, it melted as my wife sucked his cock. Claire managed to get the thick, glistening head of it fully into her mouth, she groaned nearly as loud as Rick as she moved her lips back and forth over it. I could see how hard she was sucking by how her cheeks were pulled in, I was sure she was running her tongue all over the head of Rick’s prick as she sucked on it, I knew my wife. Claire’s eyes were closed in a look of utmost pleasure.
Rick gr oaned louder as Claire moved faster. She took an impressive amount of that dick into her mouth, she sucked Rick with obvious pleasure. Rick grew bolder too, he slid a hand into Claire’s hair, he used it to help him fuck her mouth. I was worried it was too much for Claire, but she groaned louder as Rick got rougher with her.
Claire slid a hand into Rick’s trousers to fondle his balls, he reached down to push my wife’s dress off her chest, to pop her breasts out of her bra. He fondled her with greedy, grasping fingers; he pulled and pinched her nipples, but too hard, surely? But Claire groaned deep and long and low as if she’d always loved being touched like that, even though I never had. She began to move her hips like she was trying to grind herself against something, even though there was nothing to press herself against between her legs.
It was so weird watching my wife with another man. This was the woman I loved most in the world, my dear, my heart, and a brute of a man was fucking her mouth and squeezing her tits without an ounce of respect, and it was clearly driving Claire wild. I felt jealousy, I felt confusion, but most of all it was hot as hell. I’d never seen anything so surreal but arousing.
I slid my trousers open; I pulled my own hard cock out and tugged on it as Claire took Rick even deeper. Rick looked over, he saw what I was doing, he sneered at me. He glanced down at my dick and smirked at the size of it, but I was beyond caring now.
Claire groaned louder as Rick grew more forceful, as his pleasure mounted. He moved his hips quickly, he looked and sounded close. I wondered where he would finish, if Claire would let him come in her mouth as she sometimes did with me? But Rick clearly had other ideas.
Rick moved before I realised what was happening. He reached down and grasped Claire, he plucked her up easily. Claire froze in surprise, she didn’t stop Rick as he held her, as he turned her away from him and placed her down on her knees on top of the bench running the length of the gazebo.
Claire was bent right over, her hands on the back of the bench, her knees on the seat of it, her bum up in the air. It all happened too fast for me to stop it. Rick reached down and grabbed the bottom of Claire’s skirt, he dragged it up to reveal her black lacy, knickers, he did it so hard her dress tore. Claire moaned at the ferocity of it, she opened her legs wider and arched her back for him.
Rick whipped my wife’s knickers down to her knees to expose her bare, chubby bottom. Her cunt was visible between the tops of her thighs, with her back arched, everything was on show for him. Rick grasped at Claire with both hands, he groped her like she was nothing but meat. He slid his fingers over her, he stroked her cunt, he spread her cheeks to look between, to tickle her arsehole with a fingertip.
That man was showing my wife absolutely no respect, but Claire wasn’t stopping Rick, her noises just came louder, more urgent sounding. Rick slid a thick finger into my wife’s cunt, he fucked her with it quickly, Claire let him. She was so wet he pushed a second finger into her, then a third. Claire groaned like she did when I fucked her, louder even.
This wasn’t what we had planned, this was too much, it was all happening too fast. Rick drew his glistening fingers out of my wife’s cunt, he took hold of his bulging prick, he rubbed it against Claire, then he was pressing it into her body. Claire groaned so loud as he stretched her open, I thought for a moment she was in pain, but then I realised she was deep in the throes of pleasure.
I couldn’t stop them now; it was too late to intervene, I knew that. Instead, I stood there and watched as Rick fucked my wife. I beat my diminutive prick fast in my hand.
Rick wasn’t gentle with Claire, not like I am, but she appeared to love it. He slammed into her hard and fast, her groped her body roughly, he squeezed her arse and breasts with his over-sized hands and Claire reacted in a way I’d never seen before. Rick pulled on my wife’s hair, he smacked her arse so hard she yelped, but Claire made guttural, animal sounds of pleasure with it.
My wife went to pieces under Rick’s hands, as he speared her with his impressive cock. She panted for breath, she moaned louder than ever, she began to tremble all over and shake her head as if it was all too much for her. Rick laughed at my wife, at her reaction, but he kept pounding into her and running his hands over her body. He slapped Claire’s arse till it was glowing a hot, bright red.
Claire began to call out Rick’s name as he took her. No matter how coarse and bad-mannered he was with her, Claire adored it, she wanted more. She slid a hand between her legs, she frigged herself frantically as Rick fucked her.
Rick wasn’t done with Claire yet though, he wanted more from my wife. He spat on his hand, he wiped his spittle across his fingers as he gazed down at Claire. Rick dropped his hand and pushed it between Claire’s arse cheeks, she bucked as he ran a fingertip over her arsehole. She moaned as Rick rubbed her there, she groaned deep as he pressed a finger right into her tight behind.
He’d gone too far now, I knew it. Claire had never let me do that to her before, I knew she’d stop Rick right there and then. I waited and waited, but for some reason she didn’t. Claire got even more enthusiastic as Rick moved his finger inside her, as he began to fuck her arse with it in time with his prick. Claire even let him squeeze a second finger up her bum, she acted like she loved it. I was shocked, but I was impressed she took them so easily too
Rick fucked my wife so hard the bench smacked into the back of the gazebo, then soon the whole structure was shaking as he drilled her. Claire’s hand was a blur between her legs now, her noises rose higher and higher, they came louder, like fast yelps, her whole body shook and spasmed as they blurred into one and she climaxed expressively for Rick. He laughed at my wife, he kept fucking her as she thrashed and juddered beneath him.
Claire made so much noise it sounded like she was coming over and over for Rick. It didn’t seem to overly excite him though, he took his time with my wife, he reduced her to a trembling, yelping, sweating, gasping wreck of a woman with his trusting and fingering and groping and spanking. I stood there and watched and wanked, clearly forgotten by both of them.
When Rick’s climax finally came, he pulled his monstrous prick out of my wife, he grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back on the bench. Rick knelt over Claire, he pumped his cock quickly, she gazed up at him with a look of wonder and desperate need on her face. She clearly didn’t understand what was about to happen, the poor innocent girl.
Before I could warn Claire though, before I could get my wits together, Rick did it. He groaned and bucked, his dick heaved in his hand and a great jet of come arced out of him and fell across Claire’s face. She yelled in surprise, I expected her to start screaming bloody murder, but the next thing I knew, Claire was laughing in delight. She cackled a deep, unrestrained laugh of pure pleasure as spurt after spurt of frothy come fell onto Claire’s cheek and nose and lips and chin.
Rick came over and over, I’d never seen a man produce so much sperm. It coated Claire’s face and breasts, it went into her hair and all over her dress, it fell into her open mouth. Claire kept laughing and laughing and moaning, she took Rick’s dick back between her lips and sucked on him again as the last of his come surged out of him. I’d never seen Claire like that before, so uninhibited and joyful in sex. Neither of them noticed as I came into my hand.
Rick thanked my wife as he tucked his dick back into his trousers, then he strode away without saying anything else. Claire looked up at me as I walked over. “That was such a good idea,” she enthused. She dabbed at the come all over her face. “That was the best fuck I ever had.”
And so our knew passion was born; our mutual passion for other men fucking my wife.
Claire took to it better than I ever hoped; she was so enthusiastic, so willing to try anything and everything. I’d never seen her so adventurous and so fulfilled. I still found the whole thing confusing, a little weird, and that’s only natural, but I couldn’t deny how hot it was too.
At first Claire picked up guys in bars and clubs. She told them what the deal was, that I got to watch everything as they fucked her in our bed or on our sofa. Plenty of men agreed.
We soon realised it was easier to advertise on certain dating apps, however. There were plenty of men out there who understood and who were more than happy to screw Claire as I watched, and that app allowed Claire to be more selective over who she picked. She loved the big guys best of all, the strong ones, the ones with huge, rock-hard cocks. The more dominant they were, the less respect they showed her, the more it got her off. I was seeing a whole new side of my wife. I’d always thought she fancied nerds, like me.
We pushed our boundaries together over time too. One particularly memorable night, we invited two guys over and I got to watch them taking turns with my wife all evening long. They stripped her together, they kissed and touched Claire all over, then they fucked my wife at each end. One guy bent her over and took her from behind as the other fucked her mouth. They swapped over, again and again, as Claire mewled and panted between them, as she sucked enthusiastically on hard cocks that had just been in her pussy.
As the evening advanced, the two friends bent Claire over the sofa and took turns fucking her until she was trembling and gasping. Then one of them got Claire on top of him on the floor at the foot of the sofa and the other got behind her and worked his cock into Claire’s arse. I never thought she’d be able to take him, he was impressively endowed, but Claire moaned like an animal as he fucked her there. As they fucked her together, one in each place. Claire got so into it she let them both fuck her in the arse. She even sucked their cocks after and let them both come over her face. She was wild that night, a woman possessed by her pleasure.
Another time we went to a sex club and I ended up sharing Claire with most of the men there. We found a small sofa; we began to kiss and touch each other on it. Claire got my dick out, she started going down on me, a couple of big guys came over and asked if they could join in. Claire said yes.
One of the guys put Claire on all fours and licked her from behind. The other sat next to me, and Claire took turns sucking and tugging on our dicks. The man licking Claire brough her off quickly, then rose to his feet, got his thick cock out, and began screwing her as if it was nothing. More men came to watch, they stood around us with their dicks in their hands, some of them joined in.
At that point I was pushed to the side so all I could do was watch. Men clustered around Claire’s face, she sucked on their pricks eagerly as they were presented to her. Other men opened her dress to drag her tits out and to get at her buttocks. They ran their hands all over my wife, they probed every nook and cranny and hole, they stood in a line behind her to wait for their turn to fuck her.
Ten men shoved at each other to get at my wife, then fifteen, then twenty, then more. I don’t know how many fucked her mouth, her cunt, then one was in her arse, then the rest followed suit when they saw how much Claire enjoyed it.
Men fucked my wife until she was lost to her pleasure, until she was trembling and moaning, until she was bucking and coming again and again. They rolled her over, they put her on top, they screwed her in every position imaginable, one in her mouth, in her pussy, up her bum at all times, Claire with a cock in each hand, the men’s questing fingers running all over her.
Those men came in my wife’s mouth, over her face and tits, in her cunt, over her arse, up her arse. Men used my wife until she was a dripping, laughing, groaning mess. She slept all the way home in the back of the car wrapped up in my jacket.
That was extreme, the time at the club, but we’re not at the end of our story yet. I promised you a tale of a cuckolding gone too far, so let’s get down to it.
TO BE CONTINUED.