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Posting some new Cucky and Sara stories I wrote a while back:
I walked over to the couch with popcorn for our movie night. I was hoping for some fun this evening since Sara had kept me locked up for over a week.
Ever since Steve had left our sex life had been a little less thrilling, but we were still having fun, and Sara had really embraced being my keyholder. When we first started exploring cuckolding I never thought that it would result in me being excited about not being able to cum, and yet here we were.
Sara chuckled to herself as I sat down next to her. As I reached for the remote, I asked “what’s so funny?”
“Oh nothing Cucky, I was just thinking of a joke Andre made at work today. He’s new, just moved to town.” She said, then reached for the popcorn.
“Oh, well you should invite him over sometime. If he’s new in town I’m sure it would be nice to make friends. You should see if he likes board games, he could come to one of our game nights.” I replied as I started the movie.
–//–
As the credits rolled at the end of the movie, I moved to start kissing Sara. She stopped me mid-lean and said “actually Cucky, I’m not feeling like having your little worm inside me tonight. I think I want you locked a little longer.”
I couldn’t help letting a little whine into my voice “ooh, honey, but I’m so horny.”
She never liked it when I whined. She snapped, “dammit Cucky, no whining! I want you on your knees in front of me right now. I want you to apologize, and then I want you to show me your caged little dicklet for inspection.”
Honestly, I was looking forward to the next bit, but it wasn’t as much fun for either of us if I acted like it. I got down on my knees in front of Sara, and I said “please forgive me my Queen. You are the keyholder, I know I shouldn’t whine. Here is my caged cock for inspection.”
She stood up, looked down at me, and gave two sharp little kicks to my exposed nutsack. Then she said, “you know, I think you should really start referring to them as _MY_ balls, since I’m the one who really owns them. Go to bed boy, we’re not playing any more tonight.”
I was a little shocked since usually this was just the lead up to a night of fun, but I knew better than to question Sara. I might enjoy the ballbusting, but sometimes it could really hurt, and I wanted to be able to go jogging in the morning.
–//–
“Cucky, what would you think about me finding a new bull?” Sara asked me during dinner the next evening.
My dicklet sprang instantly to attention in its cage. “That would be wonderful! Do you want me to help you find someone?”
Sara smiled a coy and saucy smile as she said, “No, I have someone in mind. And I know he is interested as well.”
“Who is it? How do you know he’s interested?” I blurted out.
“It’s Andre, the new guy from work. And I know he is interested because I sucked him off in the copier room yesterday.” She said with a saucy smile. “I’ve been missing the feeling of a big cock, and I’ve been craving a good assfucking. You know your little dicklet isn’t allowed in my ass, and it wouldn’t stretch me anyway.”
My mind was spinning with sudden arousal, jealousy, and curiosity. “Is his dick bigger than mine?” I asked.
Sara threw her head back laughing, “Of course it’s bigger than yours! I’ve never seen a smaller cock than yours. But Andre’s dick isn’t as big as Steve’s, if you were thinking about that. Steve was hard to handle, I think Andre will feel just right in this juicy little pussy.”
My futile little hardon was raging inside my cage now, pulling painfully on my balls. It is always such a turn on when she so casually disparages my manhood. Why does it excite me so when she makes fun of my dicklet? “Do you think he is willing to be our bull?” I asked trembling.
“I’m not sure honey. He knows I’m married, and he agreed to come over tomorrow night. But he seemed a little worried about you being there. I think it would help if we were both there to explain the situation to him.” She stroked my cage while she spoke, then suddenly switched to squeezing my balls. “But you need to understand Cucky, that this cage doesn’t come off until you are cleaning a real man’s load out of me. You had better help me convince Andre to be our bull if you want to have sex with me anytime soon.”
Her grip had kept tightening as she spoke, and when she let me go, I fell to my knees gasping. “Yes my Queen. I will make sure that you get the good dick you need.”
–//–
The next day I was glad that it was Friday at least, since I knew that any more sexual frustration would have left me absolutely non-functional at work. All I could think of all day was what I could do to help ensure that this mysterious hung stranger ended up fucking my darling wife so that I could hopefully get some sloppy seconds. Sara texted me to stop by the lingerie store on my way home, since apparently it was my responsibility to get her ready for dinner tonight.
She followed up with a message that read: “remember Cucky, if anyone asks why you are getting lingerie, you need to tell them that it is so your wife can seduce a man that can satisfy her.” After that my brain wasn’t working very well since all the blood seemed to have flowed to my caged cock and balls.
I decided to swing by the fancy downtown lingerie store during my lunch break. The prices were pretty high, but the sets felt sophisticated and sexy. The shop lady was tall and gorgeous. She smiled and approached me when I came in the door. “What brings you in today sir?” She asked brightly.
I began to flush and stammer as I realized what I had to tell her. “I… uh, I need to get some lingerie to seduce… uh, for my wife to seduce a man with a better cock… I mean a man that can satisfy her…” I trailed off feeling small, emasculated, and humiliated.
The feeling only intensified when the shopgirl laughed, but I realized the laugh wasn’t cruel. “You don’t need to be so shy about it, you’re not the only cuck to come in here for his wife. Of course I can help you find something. I think we should go for something with easy access, maybe tie side panties and a front clasping bra?” She said with an arched eyebrow.
She helped me pick out an incredibly sexy set of lingerie with matching thigh high stockings. I felt very sure that this mysterious Andre would have a hard time resisting Sara in this outfit.
–//–
When I got home Sara met me at the door. “Okay Cucky, I want you to get busy on dinner. I’ve decided to get myself dressed. I don’t think Andre would like the idea of you seeing me in the lingerie before he does.”
I felt very disappointed, but I did as I was told and cooked up the dinner that Sara had requested. I had just finished setting the table when the doorbell rang.
I answered the door to find a tall brawny looking man at the door. “You must be Andre?” I said, happy that my voice didn’t squeak. I could certainly understand why Sara would be attracted to this man.
“I am indeed, pleased to meet you. You must be Sara’s husband?” He replied.
Before I could answer, Sara came bouncing up in a nice, but rather tight, sheath dress “welcome in Andre!” She said as she gave him a hug with her whole body.
Andre seemed a little surprised, but clearly enjoyed the hug. I just smiled and said “welcome in Andre. Sit down, dinner is ready. Can I take your coat.”
Andre seemed a little distracted as he handed me his coat and Sara took him by the hand over to the table. Sara sat Andre down across the table from our place settings. I was a little surprised, but I think Andre and I were both just following Sara’s lead.
We began making small talk as I set out the salads and poured some wine for each of us. Andre seemed nice, and true to what Sara had said, he was quite funny. I excused myself and went to fetch the main course. When I returned, I pretended not to notice Sara’s foot dropping down from Andre’s crotch under the table, as she smiled coyly at me over her shoulder.
Andre turned to me and said, “I’m sorry, I have to admit, I still haven’t caught your name. I’ve been hoping to catch it in conversation, but what is your name?”
Before I could answer, Sara chimed in, “Cucky. You can just call him Cucky. That’s what I call him at home, and when you are here, that is what you should call him too Andre.”
I flushed a deep red as I laid the plates on the table. There was a long pause before Andre said, “do you really want me to call you Cucky?”
I had a confusing mixture of emotions, but my stiff little dick in its cage seemed quite happy. “Well Andre, it would be very humiliating to me if you called me Cucky without ever actually learning my name, but the whole reason we invited you here tonight was because my wife needs a cock that can satisfy her, and we are hoping that you will fuck her well tonight. And if Sara wants you to call me Cucky, then I guess that’s my name.”
Andre was a little wide-eyed, cautiously he asked, “so you are both okay with me having sex with your wife?”
Sara arched an eyebrow at me, “Well Cucky? What do you say to the nice man?”
“Yes sir, please fuck my wife. Please satisfy her. I very much want you to take my wife and give her what she needs.” I said sinking to my knees.
Andre looked back and forth between us. He said, “I don’t know man, this seems kind of weird. I don’t want to do anything with you Cucky, I don’t want to be rude, but I am not into guys.”
Sara came to the rescue, “Don’t worry Andre, you aren’t here for him. I’m here for him. After I’ve been satisfied. You are here for me. Don’t get me wrong, Cucky loves this, and I love Cucky, but I want a big strong man with a big hard dick to give me the fucking I have been craving.” She paused, looked at me, and then back to Andre, “You don’t have to let Cucky watch. You don’t even have to let him stay in the house. While you are my man, you are the man of the house.” She finished the last with a cruel teasing smile.
I was shocked. I gaped, “what? You’re going to kick me out of the house?”
Sara waved at me patronizingly, “Oh calm down Cucky, only if Andre wants. You don’t want to deny me what I want do you?” She said with a pout. “Be a good little Cucky and make sure that your Queen’s real man is satisfied and comfortable.”
Andre looked at me with a little glimmer in his eye, “Get me some whiskey Cucky, and meet us in the living room.”
Silently I went to the kitchen and poured Andre a glass of whiskey. I came into the living room to find Sara on her knees in front of Andre as he reclined on the couch. She was leaning on his lap and looking at me as I walked in.
I handed Andre the glass, and he said to me, “sit down over there Cucky. I want to make sure that you are serious about this. So I am going to have your wife suck my dick here in front of you to make sure you aren’t going to get jealous on me. But I don’t want you watching me. So I want you to look at the floor while Sara sucks my dick and I drink this whiskey.”
“Yes sir” I said, and turned my gaze to the floor.
“Well God damn.” He said lowly, “you’re really doing it. Well Sara, why don’t you get that sweet mouth on your present?”
I then was treated to the sound of his pants unzipping, followed by Sara’s little gasp and purr of pleasure, and then the sounds of slurping. I could hear the ice tinkle in Andre’s glass as he took a sip. “Oh man Cucky! Your wife sure can suck a dick! I can’t believe you are keeping your eyes down like I told you. You really do want me to fuck your wife don’t you?”
“Yes sir, I really do.” It was hard to keep my eyes down as I heard Sara gagging a little. By the sound of Andre’s moans I could tell that she was taking him deep.
With a surprising suddenness, Andre loudly announced, “Enough of this, I’m going to go get laid! You can look up now.” I looked over to see Andre standing up with Sara’s sweet head pressed down on his cock. Her nose nestled in his pubes. He handed me the remainder of his drink as he let her slide off of his cock.
It glistened large and wet next to her smiling face as she looked up at me. “Can I watch?” I asked.
“Fuck no Cucky! I’m taking my dirty little lady into our bedroom, and I’m going to fuck her in the master bedroom like the man of the house should. You are not allowed in.” Andre said, his swagger seeming to grow as he made his pronouncement.
Sara practically squirmed. I could tell she was loving this confidence. Eagerly she said to me, “Go to your room Cucky. Me and my man are going to our room. It’s time for your Queen to be satisfied.”
Meekly, I did as I was told and walked to the guest room while Andre picked Sara up and carried her, giggling, to the master bedroom.
–//–
When I got to the guest room, I was feeling sad that not only was I not going to get to watch, I wasn’t even going to get to listen by the door. It always felt humiliating to listen by the door, but at least I knew what was going on. So it was a shock to clearly hear Andre’s voice say, “Lay down Sara, and let me taste that pussy.”
I whirled around to find that Sara must have placed a baby monitor in the master bedroom, because I had a little speaker on the bedstand letting me hear what was happening in the other room. Unfortunately, there was no video, but at least I was going to get to hear what he did to my wonderful wife.
I felt a great surge of gratitude to Sara as I listened to their love making.
I heard Sara moaning a little, and then she said, “You are very good at this Andre, but unless you really like going down on me, I have a husband for that. Cucky is very skilled with his tongue, but he just isn’t equipped to really fuck me. I am enjoying this, but what I really want right now is for you to take what you want from me.”
Andre replied, “You want this dick now huh?”
Sara practically begged, “Yes Andre, yes. I want you in me. You can have me however you want me, as long as you get that big hard cock inside me.”
Judging by Sara’s gasp, Andre didn’t need any more encouragement. There wasn’t much more talking for the next while. I could hear the sounds of bodies slapping, Sara’s moans, and some light dirty talk from both of them.
Then something I had never heard before began to happen. Sara’s moans climbed in pitch and intensity, and she called out, “Oh God, I’m gonna cum!”
I had made Sara orgasm with my tongue many times, but never from vaginal penetration. Even Steve never actually made Sara climax with just his cock. I realized suddenly that I was crying on my pillow. Andre had just given Sara something I never could. I felt truly cucked in a whole new way.
Moments after Sara sang out the crescendo of her climax, Andre grunted that he was coming too. Sara told him, “Oh please come inside me stud. Fill my pussy with your seed.”
I heard Andre grunt as Sara cooed. Then Sara said, “Let me go clean up stud, I’ll be right back.”
To my surprise, she burst into the guest room. “Oh my God Cucky! Did you hear that? His magnificent cock made me cum. You had better believe I am going to be fucking him a lot more! Now clean your Goddess, she needs seconds from that gorgeous stud in our marital bed.”
I did as I was told and knelt between her legs and licked her clean. Then she bent down and kissed me. “Wish me luck Cucky, I hope he’s down for a few more rounds. I think I’m going to invite him to spend the night!”
My heart fell when I heard that last. I was so horny and desperate for release, but how could I deny my Queen what was clearly fantastic sex. This was what I had signed up for. And it was what she wanted.
Over the monitor I heard her come back into the master bedroom. “Ooh, lucky me. I see you are already ready to go again. What do you say baby, do you think I could convince you to fuck my ass?” I imagined her coy little smile at that, “it’s been so long, and Cucky isn’t allowed to fuck my ass, would you please?”
Andre laughed, “For real? Hell yes, bend over girl, give me that sweet ass…”
Andre proved to be quite the dynamo. He kept Sara up for quite a while, until she finally told him she needed to stop. She asked him if he wanted to spend the night, but Andre demurred and said he wanted to go home. I listened to him getting dressed and then walking out of the house. Finally Sara called to me over the monitor, “Come to bed Cucky.”
When I came into our room, it stank of sex. Sara laid on the bed seeming to glow in her ravaged and deeply satisfied state. “Come to bed. I’m too tired for anything else tonight, but I would like you to hold me.”
I climbed into bed to find my spot thoroughly wet. “That’s right Cucky, you get the wet spot, you don’t expect your Queen to lay there do you?”
I took Sara into my arms and felt her drift off almost right away, but it was a long time before I was able to fall asleep.
–//–
The next morning I was awoken by Sara kissing me on the forehead as she got dressed. “Good morning Cucky, you looked so sweet sleeping in the mess Andre and I made last night that I just couldn’t bear to wake you. I’m going to meet up with some of my girlfriends for breakfast and mani-pedis. Could you please wash these dirty sheets for me. Don’t worry, I promise to let you out of your widdle cage tonight.”
I fought the urge to whine. Tonight? I was so desperately horny, my blue balls ached intensely, I felt like I was going to explode. But instead I said, “yes my Queen, I love you. Have fun.”
Sara’s eyes sparkled, clearly she knew I was feeling desperate. “What a good little boy you are Cucky. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your little dicklet later.” She gave my balls a little slap, and swayed her hips as she walked out bedroom the door.
Dutifully, I stripped the bed and carried the sheets to the washing machine. As I was carrying the bedding, I saw Sara’s friend pull up into the driveway. Sara waved to me as she left, “thank you sweetie, and could you please clean up a bit around here while I’m out?”
I really wanted to get to cum tonight, so after making a pot of coffee, I did as I was told and set about to cleaning the house.
–//–
As I was getting ready to start cooking lunch, and wondering when Sara would be getting home, I heard my phone chime. It was a text from Sara:
“Andre asked to meet for lunch, so he picked me up from the spa. Let you know when I’m headed home. Luv U.”
My cheeks flamed red in frustration, jealousy, embarrassment, and lust. Did her friends know that I was a cuck? What did they think about another man picking her up. Did they suspect anything?
I couldn’t do anything about it. I simply texted her:
“K. Pls don’t stay out too long. I love you.”
She texted back:
“Don’t be silly, he just wants to meet for lunch. See you soon.”
Somewhat mollified, I made my lunch and started doing laundry so I could focus on something other than my throbbing balls.
–//–
I watched some episodes of a sci-fi show I like while I folded the laundry. The show helped me stay focused on the laundry, but after the third episode I started wondering where Sara was. I tried calling her, but i didn’t get an answer, so I texted her, “Hey Hon, just wondering when you’ll be home. Xox.”
I was rather shocked by the response. The response was a photo of Sara with her nose nestled in Andre’s pubes, and her lips wrapped around the base of his cock. The photo was accompanied by the text “buzz off Cucky, she’s busy. She’ll be home when I’m done.”
Instantly I was even hornier than I had been before, even as I felt furious, and jealous, and slighted. How dare he brush me off like that? How dare Sara place his pleasure over mine? She was my wife! I also knew in that moment that I felt small, humiliated, horny, and utterly devoted to my Goddess.
I laid down on the floor for a while, curled around my throbbing caged little dicklet, my balls blue and aching, racked with jealousy and desire. I kept staring at the photo of my sweet wife’s face impaled on that big cock. She was staring into the camera, eyes twinkling (but a little red), and the hint of a smile curling the corner of her red lips. She looked so mischievous, and sexy, and I wanted her so much.
Eventually, I decided to get up and start making dinner. I knew that Sara loved it when I baked, and it seemed like I might have a few hours to kill, so I started proofing some yeast for a pizza dough. Somehow, pouring my attention into a labor intensive dinner for Sara, made the torture of waiting for her into a delicious act of devotion.
–//–
The pizza dough was ready to bake by the time I heard from Sara. I heard the chime of my phone and saw a text from Sara, “OMW home Cucky. I’m so hungry, I hope you have some dinner ready for me when I get there ;)”
I was glad that I was almost ready to pop the pizza in the oven. I was sure that Sara would be pleased with the treat I had made for her.
I was excited to see Andre’s car pull into the driveway. And pulled the pizza out of the oven expecting Sara to come in quickly. When Sara didn’t come in right away, I opened the front door to see what the delay was.
I saw Andre sitting in the car, but I couldn’t see Sara. Andre smiled at me and waved, then he reached down to his lap, and I saw him pull Sara’s face up out of his lap. Sara smiled devilishly at me, and then Andre pushed her head back down to his lap, and then made a shooing motion at me.
I walked back inside and set the table hoping Sara would be in soon.
Sara strutted into the house without a word, walked up to me, and kissed me. I was not shocked to quickly realize that the kiss was salty. She was pushing Andre’s cum into my mouth, so I obediently took it. She pulled her head back with a smile and said, “wasn’t that nice of Andre to make a little snack for you Cucky? Swallow your treat, I’m starving.”
Grimacing a little, I swallowed my “snack”. Sara went on, “oh it smells fantastic! Did you make pizza for me? What a good little Cucky, why don’t you sit down and I’ll tell you about my day.”
I couldn’t help letting a little whine into my voice, “are you going to let me out of my cage my Queen?”
“Damn it Cucky! Let me eat my dinner in peace. I don’t want to hear you whining. If you want us to fuck tonight, I don’t want to hear any more whining.”
I was so relieved to hear that we were going to be fucking tonight, that I happily said “yes my Queen.” And we sat down to dinner.
Sara took a bite of pizza and moaned sensuously. “Oh this is so good Cucky, I am feeling ravenous. We really worked up an appetite this afternoon. We never did get around to having lunch.”
I asked, “what did you do? You said you were just meeting up for lunch. I thought you guys were going to chat about whether or not he wanted to be our Bull. What did you tell your friends when he picked you up?” I blushed a bit at the last question.
Sara saw my blush and smiled saucily, “oh they all knew he was picking me up to fuck me.”
“What?” I choked, “you told them I was a cuckold?”
I kept blushing harder as Sara went on, “Well, I wasn’t originally going to let them know, but as we were getting our nails done I kept shifting in the chair. So Becky asked if I was sore from a good fucking. I told her yes, and when Lucy made a comment about how she didn’t realize you were such a good lover, I laughed and told her it wasn’t you.”
Sara paused for another bite of pizza before she went on, “naturally the girls were shocked to hear that I had cheated on you, so I had to tell them that you knew about it. I told them that you were a cuckold and that you liked it when a real man with a big dick gave me the fucking I deserved.” She stared at me as she said the last sentence, then said, “mmm mmm Cucky! This pizza is amazing, did you make the dough from scratch?”
I felt dazed from the knowledge that I had been outed to Sara’s friends and simply said, “yes, after I cleaned the house and did the laundry, I made the dough while you were getting fucked.”
“Aww, how sweet! I really am the luckiest lady. So anyway, after the girls found out I was a cuckoldress, they decided we should all get Brazilian waxes.”
I made a strangled noise when I heard that. I had always dreamed of seeing Sara’s pussy cleanly waxed, and now she had done it. She went on, “I had planned on meeting up with Andre this evening anyway, but after I texted him and let him know I was getting waxed, he asked to meet up for lunch.” Sara paused and cocked her head at me, “speaking of being freshly waxed, could you get me a bag of peas, my vulva is really tender.”
I went and got her the bag, but I was feeling concerned about whether or not I would be getting any sex this evening. As I handed her the bag, she continued her story. “I told the girls that Andre wanted to meet for lunch, so they agreed to do the waxes this afternoon, since obviously I couldn’t be having anyone penetrating me for a couple days after the wax. So when Andre came to get me, I let him know that now was his chance to fuck me, but that I would let him be the first to see my pussy after the waxing. So rather than lunch, Andre fed me his cock. He fucked me so good sweetie, he made your Queen cum again. Then, after he had his way with me, he dropped me off at the spa again, and me and the girls all had our pussies waxed smooth.”
I couldn’t help but ask, “does that mean I won’t get to fuck you tonight?”
Sara laughed, “Of course not Cucky, I am way too sore for even your little dicklet. And I have to keep it clean. But I’ll let you rub some aloe Vera on my pussy to soothe it. And I promised to fuck you, so don’t worry, I’ll give you a good pounding with the dildo. I know your little balls must be aching for release.”
Clearly, this evening was not going to end the way I had hoped.
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