I lay on my side, my face level with her armpit. My tiny cock strained against the CB3000 I had been locked in for the past week. My fingers dove into her sloppy, wet pussy concentrating on finding the underside of the tiny nub that sent shivers down her spine.
My nose and olfactory senses were consumed by her scent. A scent of sweat, sex, alcohol and cuckolding, the pheromones that drive me wild and keep me coming back for more. I loved the smells that emanated from her armpit and it was always a treat for me to be able to revel in it.
My little cock throbbed in its cage as I made ever so tiny circles inside her wet pussy following her direction to either go faster of slower or make bigger circles or smaller circles. I glanced up at her from my inferior, subservient position and viewed her heavenly body as a single strand of moonlight shone through the window illuminating her gorgeous flesh.
Conventionally speaking Nikki was my girlfriend and I was her boyfriend. We have been seeing each other for about three years and although she lives a couple of hours away we get to see each other most weekends. In reality, I am her slave, soul mate, best friend and lover. But not in the traditional way all those terms are bandied about on Oprah or Dr. Phil. You see, we're a cuckold couple and proud of it.
I survived an extremely painful and heartbreaking divorce a few years ago where my wife had left me for another man. You never think you're going to recover from those things and there are some very dark days. Nikki was the light at the end of the tunnel. When we met I felt a need to tell her everything about me and what I had been through. I told her that although it had broken my heart that my ex-wife had left me for another man that there were parts of it that was a turn on for me. She quizzically questioned me, trying to understand rather than reject like most woman would. That fact alone puts Nikki head and shoulders over most women.
Once she had a full understanding of what cuckolding was about and the different levels of it she became intrigued. I'm not going to lie and say she dove in head first. She went cautiously, one step at a time. That's another thing that draws me to Nikki like a moth to a flame, her interest and honesty. We've developed a great relationship based on being 100% honest with each other. So underneath it all, no matter how it may appear to others that she mistreats me, we both know that beneath it all there's a total degree of love, respect and understanding.
Nikki I must say is my dream girl body wise. I've always been attracted to larger woman. Tall BBW's (Big Beautiful Woman) have long been my weakness, so it was no surprise when Nikki brought me under her spell. She was tall with long red hair, exquisite large breasts, and wide in the hips, a very pretty face, and an ass to die for. There is a huge difference between fat women and Rubenesque BBW's. The latter being my weakness and Nikki being the ultimate specimen of that.
I love Nikki with all my heart and soul and am total dedicated to making her happy. As I said, our cuckold journey started slowly. On one of our first dates we were at Castaways, a local biker bar right down the road from my house. We had been out for a ride on the Harley and decided to stop and have a drink. All heads turned and eyes were focused on Nikki as she removed her helmet and her long red mane cascaded down her back. She wore tight jeans and a black bodysuit with no bra.
It was the old adage, women wanted to be her and guys wanted to be with her. But she was with me and I was in heaven. That's where we first met Patrick. He was the ultimate yuppie weekend biker type that I hated. One of those Wall Street stockbroker types who puts on leathers and comes to his weekend home in upstate New York to ride motorcycles with his buddies and pretend they're bikers. Patrick immediately began chatting Nikki up at the bar when she turned to me and said she's forgotten her cell phone at the house and I needed to go back and get it for her. I began to protest and she merely gave me the look which I know from experience means do it or else. I retreated outside, hopped on the bike and head back to the house to get her cell phone.