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This was an experience that happened many years back. Lately I’ve felt the cuckold call again, so I thought I’d recount the first time I ever experienced it as it’s a baseline for everything that I have experienced sexually since and I’m recalling it as best I can.
We were a young married couple, Christina [29, Asian] and I [30, also Asian, referred to as “Jack” for the rest of this retelling] had committed early on in our relationship that we would always be brutally honest in our communications with each other. As is probably the case with most couples, the sex was fast and furious in that first part of our relationship, but eventually came to be less frequent and more pedestrian after marriage.
So it came as no surprise that during subsequent conversations about our sex life, fantasies, etc. that Christina told me that due to my shortcomings as a lover, she wasn’t getting the pleasure she craved. Based on our dirty chats in the past and recalling how I would tell her I’d love to see her with a big white cock (while we watched Asian/BWC porn), she proposed something to get our sex life jump started again. Being an Asian male, I was fascinated with the BWCs I had seen at the gym and saunas in our area – it was clearly something I’d never have of my own. And I know Christina always had liked the ones we saw in porn.
Christina was always pretty insatiable and we both acknowledged the reality of the situation was that I couldn’t deliver the sexual experience she was looking for – either in terms of frequency or the physical size required to satisfy her – so we agreed to pursue a partner outside the relationship to see if this was something we could be helped with. After all, if it was her problem, it was my problem too.
Christina managed to obtain the contact information for several prospective bulls in short order. We spoke with all of them over the phone and frankly, they weren’t for us as some had bad attitudes, some were arrogant, not sex positive or just plain weird. We had some reservations about a cuckold experience; we didn’t want some guy treating either of us badly or demeaning us or calling us names. This was about us as a couple seeking pleasure in a low risk environment. After about a month, she came across Alan, a divorced Caucasian corporate trainer in his late 50’s. We spoke with him on the phone and I guess due to the nature of his work, he was very respectful and communicative, which we both appreciated. He asked that we refer to him as a trainer, rather than a bull, which we were fine with. Talk about taking your work home with you (ha ha).
Christina asked a lot of questions about his size and experiences and what we could expect during our encounter and he in turn asked a lot of probing questions about why we wanted to pursue this to make sure there was a fit and that we were sane. He later sent over some clothed pictures of himself via email, which she found attractive, as she had always indicated a curiousity about men with BWCs, so with no further red flags, they emailed back and forth without my involvement for another week or so before we agreed to meet him at his condo uptown.
She did tell me that due to his size, he was unwilling to wear a condom because they “never fit right”, but he would provide recent test results to show that he was clean, which she was comfortable with. Christina was on the pill anyway and also said that when the time came, he would ejaculate on her breasts, which I was fine with.
The day of the meetup, Christina was positively glowing and excited for the prospect of what was coming next. Everything had been well communicated in terms of setting expectations. Alan had asked Christina to shave her pubic hair before we left the house and she complied with what was easily the smoothest I had ever seen her. In solidarity, I trimmed as well, so we looked like quite the smooth couple.
Alan greeted us warmly and welcomed us into his place, first sharing his recent STD test results as promised, which were all clear. He was handsome, taller and more in shape than the pictures he had sent over previously. In turn, he was clearly pleased to see his new attractive Asian playmate was the real deal. His looks made me a little nervous but we had already committed and I shuddered to think what the fallout would be if I tried to stop this now. After all, it was me that voiced support in many previous conversations that it would bring me pleasure to see her satisfied and ravaged by a BWC and frankly, I wanted to see it as much as she wanted it to happen.
You’re going to have to forgive me here as the events I’m about to describe happened a while ago, so the following conversation/quotes aren’t going to be word-for-word, but they will capture the tone and intent of the conversation and activities that followed.
We made small talk on Alan’s couch where he re-verified this was something we both wanted, to which we confirmed, before we headed off to his tastefully decorated bedroom where the magic was going to happen. Once inside, there was a brief moment of awkwardness as Christina and I didn’t know what we should do. She was facing him and I was standing off to the side looking for the cuck chair. But Alan quickly and authoritatively spoke up and took control of the situation.
“Jack, please come over here and start undressing your wife for me. Don’t rush, but be deliberate”.
I stood over her petite 5’4” frame and started disrobing her for Alan. We made eye contact and she smiled sweetly in anticipation – that will always stick with me. First her blouse came off, then her pants and socks, leaving her just in the new red lingerie set that she bought just for this occasion. Alan smiled back, but again spoke up: “All of it, off please”.
I stepped in behind her so that we were now both facing him and unclasped her frilly, see-through bra, which fell to the floor harmlessly, revealing her small but perky breasts, nipples already hard as rock. I got down on my knees to gently slide her panties off and she stepped out of them, fully exposing her naked body to this stranger we had just met. The only thing she was wearing at this point was her wedding ring. They stepped towards each other – my wife naked as the day she was born and this tall, handsome fully clothed corporate stranger trainer – and he leaned down and they engaged in what I can only describe as the hottest French kiss I have ever seen. I had thought that this would just be a sexually physical affair and not necessarily an intimate one but Christina was clearly into Alan from the get-go.
Being the only thing between them and the bed, I stepped aside to find a good vantage point for what I thought was going to come naturally but Alan stopped me.
“Jack, your clothes have to come off too. Christina, would you be kind enough to help undress Jack?”
Sorry, what? Before I could even process his instruction, Christina eager to get on with the festivities, had already unbuttoned my shirt and yanked it off my torso and unbuckled my khakis and pulled them down to my ankles. She then gave my boxers the kind of forceful rip you would give someone you were pantsing, rough and firm, until they too were down around my ankles as well. My bare penis jiggled as she exposed me. Just a little button cockhead over two small, tight balls. I struggled to step out of my pants and underwear but when I did, I was now as fully naked as Christina was. I had moved my hands over my penis to cover my mini erection from their French kiss but Alan asked that I not, and for some reason I was strangely compelled to follow his instruction and acted accordingly, placing my hands by my side, and openly sharing my shame for Alan and Christina to both see.
Alan looked at me, then Christina and then back at me. “Oh Christina, I see why you reached out. I thought you were exaggerating in your email but that is a very unfortunate tiny penis that Jack has”. He wasn’t being rude and I didn’t detect any mean-spiritedness in his voice, just a matter-of-fact assessment of the situation. In retrospect, I’m sure that because I had shaved everything clean, following my wife’s lead, this had made my cut penis look even less masculine in this very moment which elicited the response that it did, causing what little erection I had in the moment to dissipate quickly, leaving my small flaccid penis resting on my very tight ballsack.
At this point Alan started unbuttoning his shirt and motioned for me to come over and take it from him and nodded towards the closet where I guessed I was supposed to hang it. Before hanging the shirt, I noted his well-defined and muscular chest, covered in salt and pepper hair. It was quite the contrast to my bare, hairless chest. When I came back to the room, Christina was sitting at the corner edge of the bed well into the process of unbuckling Alan’s belt. She then – as if reading his mind – slowly unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. From the angle I was coming from, I couldn’t entirely see Alan’s manhood, but I did hear Christina gasp and saw the shocked look on her face as she laid eyes on his big soft white cock.
When I stepped forward, a fully flaccid view of Alan greeted me. I gasped too. Limp, he was more than twice the length of my full erection and almost as thick as her petite wrist. He stepped out of his pant legs and motioned for me to repeat the process of hanging them up. From the side, I stopped to watch my wife put one, then a second hand on his cock and start stroking it in a pepper grinder motion. I had not realized that Alan was uncircumcised, but she seemed hypnotized watching his long foreskin glide smoothly over and back of his glistening cockhead. She leaned in and opened her mouth instinctively to taste him but he stopped her, insisting that I should be there to watch, so I quickly hurried to the closet, meticulously hanging his trousers and racing back.
We were all finally completely naked. Alan looked to me, although I think he was really speaking to Christina and said something to the effect of “Are you sure you still want this?”
Christina removed his cock from her puckered lips before I could even answer, whispering “yes”. At this point I was standing beside Alan and Christina reached out to grab my little button, holding me firmly in her right hand and stroking Alan’s foreskin back and forth over his mushroom head with her left hand, wedding ring shining with each stroke. She then placed us facing each other, Alan’s cockhead extended up against my pubic area but there was a significant gap between my head and his pubic area. “OMG Alan’s soft head is the length of your whole soft penis!” she exclaimed excitedly. The humiliation continued as Christine’s eyes alternated between our very different sized manhoods, and she uttered to no one in particular, “this is a penis and this is a real man’s cock”. We all knew who the owner of each appendage was. I felt a weird mixture of humiliation and being turned on in the moment.
Alan then patted a spot on the bed beside Christine and I took his lead and sat down to watch her try and suck and swallow his big white uncut cock. He placed both of his hands on his hips and stepped forward, presenting his soft but heavy cockmeat to her for oral consumption. As I sat down, a couple of things struck me that I had not initially noticed: one was that he had a very hairy and veiny cock and large, low-hanging balls that swung back and forth as she jerked and sucked his cock towards a full erection, and two, his cock had a manly musk to it that I certainly did not have and it seemed to be making Christina hotter, like some kind of pheromone.
I watched as she rubbed and slapped his big limp cock against both of her cheeks, then French kissed his head under his extended droopy foreskin and licked his piss slit tenderly like she would a lollypop before finally getting all of his cockhead into her tiny mouth. After a few minutes of her gobbling away, he took one of his hands off his hips and made the V-licking motion as my prompt to go down on Christina as she was still suckling his uncut meat like a baby on a tit. “Christina, Jack is going to help prepare you for penetration. Please spread your legs and let him do his job.”
I dutifully got between her legs as she continued to suck and lick his cock and was met with the wettest her pussy had ever been – at least in my time with her. I lapped her up and for a time, all you could hear was the sound of both of us orally slurping and lapping while pleasing someone else. I reached down to stroke my penis to life but Alan reached out with his left foot and swatted my hand away. I then prepared to insert two fingers into her dripping snatch but Alan also waved that off as well. He clearly wanted her tight and wet for himself.
So I reached up to knead Christina’s already stiff nipples as I continued to lap up her pussy juice. But within seconds, I felt Alan’s large hands swat away my hands from Christine’s breasts. As I looked up, I saw him pinching and pulling on her thick nipples, which elicited a few muffled moans as Christine struggled to say anything with that big dick firmly in her throat. Occasionally she would stop sucking to pull one of Alan’s long pubic hairs out of her mouth and rub it off on my shoulders and then continue sucking fervently. Even though she repeated this process several times, it didn’t stop her from going right back to his cock for more sucking until her nose was firmly buried in his nest of pubic hair. Occasionally I could hear her gagging on his big dick, but from what I can tell, he wasn’t forcing it into her mouth at all – she was determined to deep throat him. When I would stop licking her to get a better view of her cocksucking, she would inevitably take one of her spit-covered hands off his cock and force my head back into her crotch, but I noted that her makeup was a mess and she had definitely shed some tears after repeatedly choking on his stiffening cock. After maybe 10 minutes of this, Alan had reached his full erection and motioned for me to lie on my back and for Christina to 69 over me. I’m not really sure how to describe it, but even at full mast, Alan had almost an inch of pouty foreskin hanging off his now engorged cockhead and well, his cock just looked angry.
Lying down and looking up at her dripping pussy, Alan asked that I hold Christina’s butt cheeks apart to “facilitate (his) entry” (that’s a direct quote burned into my memory), which I did. As he placed his wet, glistening lipstick covered cockhead against her tight bald pussy – probably a combination of her saliva and his precum – I gently pulled her cheeks apart to allow him unfettered access into her tight little Asian snatch as she intuitively arched her back hoping to give him the best possible angle for penetration. He gripped her hips with his large hands and pressed his fat white cockhead up against her lips by moving his hips forward.
It was all happening so fast, but I was a little surprised when she pushed her little ass back into his stiff meat rather than him thrusting forward. Once his whole mushroom head was inside her, the reality of the situation was crystal clear. She kept pushing back to take more of his inches. She clearly wanted him inside of her.
The whole process of getting Alan balls deep inside Christina painlessly was a long one due to their size differential, but Alan was a patient cocksman and soon developed a good rhythm. Being in a 69 position, I had expected that Christina would be nursing my penis in her mouth, but she spent most of her time grunting, moaning, cursing and begging for Alan to pick up the force of his fucking.
She did, during a few moments of pure arousal, bury her face in my hairless crotch, digging her nails into my thighs, but avoided contact with my soft penis other than to use it as a pillow. I could feel her stiff nipples rub against my stomach as he violently forced his big cock in and out of her, occasionally pulling out entirely to watch her cunt gape and spasm without his size inside of her. I would normally never use that word to describe my wife’s vagina, but at this point, that’s what Alan had turned it into. It was a sloppy gaping cunt. Christina would then beg – I mean BEG – to be filled by that “fucking huge big white cock” (her words, not mine) each time he pulled out unexpectedly, to which Alan obliged ramming his engorged cock back inside of her. It was rinse-wash-repeat for a solid 15-20 minutes where she had wave after wave of orgasms, so much so that her body went limp and she was basically Alan’s exhausted cocksleeve.
Given that I was pinned under both of them, the elephant in the room is obviously what was I doing as Alan was stretching and making my wife cum. Well her juices were everywhere. Outside of taking in the view, I would try and raise my head up to lick her clit but his heavy thrusting made that an impossible moving target. When he would pull out entirely, I had great access only to have the underside of his thick uncut dick plunged back inside of her, intercepting my attempts at clit licking. His big hairy nuts were swinging back and forth so that too was the collateral damage of me trying to lick her clit – a tongue and mouthful full of Alan’s hanging and hairy cum-filled balls. He didn’t seem to mind though and given that Christina had already cum multiple times, Alan asked Christina if he could “ejaculate inside (of her)” and she nodded yes and began to verbally beg for his cum in her womb as she found new energy to push back and ride him harder.
So much for cumming on her tits.
I watched from intimate quarters as Alan grunted repeatedly (it was the least refined he was during our entire session), his balls tightening and releasing several times as his veiny shaft pistoned in and out of her, dumping what I can only imagine was a copious load of his baby batter inside of my wife. Even after ejaculating, Alan’s heavy sperm and pussy juice covered cock was still voluminous enough to fuck Christina into a final orgasm until he finally pulled out of my wife and his heavy cock fell onto the length of my face, leaving strings of his thick cum on my nose and lips.
A frothy slop of thick cum streamed out of Christine’s pussy and onto my face when he had finally pulled all the way out. I went to lap up her sloppy loose cunt but that big uncut cock kept getting in my way, but Alan did nothing to remove his still throbbing manhood from my flickering and hungry tongue. It was only until he was fully cleaned that he slowly pulled his foreskin back and forth over his purple cockhead to knead out that last few drops of his bitter sperm onto my tongue and lips. At that point I really didn’t care about the taste. I just wanted to make sure Christina was thoroughly cleaned up.
After that, he backed away and left Christina and I in the 69 position and went to shower off. I cleaned whatever needed to be cleaned from her gaping snatch and as she rolled her sweaty spent body off of me, I felt a small puddle of my cum start to roll off my stomach. I hadn’t even realized that I came and I know Christina didn’t initiate it, so chalked it up to my brain (and penis) overloading in the moment of their climax.
As she stood up, Christina exchanged a quick glance with me. I’m not sure between the two of us who was more embarrassed. Her makeup was a disaster. Eyeliner running. Lipstick smudged. Hair was a mess. Dried saliva and his precum all over her face. Then there was me with another man’s load of cum and her juices on my face.
She hand my hand and gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said “thanks” for letting this happen. I could smell his cock on her breath. Christina then promptly joined Alan in the shower and in no time they were deep into another sloppy French kiss as they soaped up and explored each other’s bodies again as I watched from outside the shower. I don’t know how many fingers he now had inside of her, but I could see him vigorously thrusting his hand upwards as she whimpered for more and probably started to cum all over again.
I began to unconsciously start rubbing my nub while watching him manhandle her all over again.
I’m not sure exactly the moment I officially became a cuck – it could have been when I consented to this whole episode, or maybe when I undressed my wife and presented her to Alan for inspection or when I pulled her cheeks apart so he could penetrate her? Maybe it was when he claimed her cunt by filling her Asian womb with his hot, thick Caucasian seed? Or maybe it was on me for licking them both clean and swallowing his bitter cum?
But I’m pretty sure it was that moment when I jerked my soft tiny penis with my thumb and forefinger and a small load pathetically dripped out of my piss slit as I watched her drop to her knees in the shower and in between Christina’s slurping, heard her exclaim how much she LOVED his “big white cock” while clearly trying to initiate a second round of sex and humiliation for the both of us.