A Cucold Blossoms

Many readers are disgusted by cuckolds and cuckold stories. I feel for them. They will never know the quiet angst, the surging tormented guilt coupled with unbridled lust to reclaim their wives. They certainly will never experience the super high arousal knowing a man with a cock is pleasing her as you will never be able to do. A real man is taking your wife to sexual heights of which you can only dream. You worry that she might leave you for him. That worry does nothing to diminish your throbbing erection as you wait for her to return to you.

It may be unnatural, weird even that you not only accept his presence in your wife's pussy, you relish it. You too have a part to play. Your is to clean her pussy, remove any evidence of him having been there. If you are fortunate, her lover is a benevolent man who allows you to watch them fuck. For those of us who have that special gene, he may permit you to show him the ultimate respect and let you suck his cock; his cock, his much bigger than your dick, the object of your wife's desires.

I've heard it said that you didn't like ice cream until you ate it. The same can be said for a cuckold. He didn't know the intensity that comes from watching until he witnesses it the first time.

What I'm about to share with you is a tale of lust and awareness that a man I know relayed to me. Like me, he became the submissive cuckold who was taught to demonstrates his respect for his wife's lover by sucking his cock. This is his story as it unfolded.

An insistent knocking at our door late one evening around 11PM. Tom and Cindy were enjoying a bit of coitus with me attending to their needs. The knocking intruded on their passion and Tom ordered me to answer the door and take care of it.

I donned the robe Tom gave me. It's a shortie, barely covering my big bottom. But it did hide the panties he likes to see me wear for him.

"Jordan, what are you doing here at this hour? Why are you crying?"

"Oh, johnnie," he sobbed. "I'm so confused and frightened about what's happening to me."

"Come in, Jordan. Talk to me."

Now Jordan and I were almost cut from the same cloth. While I'm 5' 6 1/2" tall, Jordan is 5'8". Our bodies are the same. We're each of us thin with narrow shoulders, well-rounded bottoms, and a bit too wide at our hips.

My hair is light brown and falls nearly shoulder length. Jordan wears his hair in a kind of shag. It frames his cute face perfectly. A pert nose, and lips made for kissing, I considered Jordan a pretty man.

Though older than me by 3 years, the 29-year-old Jordan had married his wife Barbra 2 or 3 years ago. They seemed a happy couple and I understand that Barbra spends a lot of time with my wife, Cindy.

I took his soft hand and led him to the spare bedroom where I sleep when Tom visits. We sat side by side with me doing my best to keep the panties I was wearing out of Jordan's sight. "Jordan, honey," I smiled. "Tell me what has you so upset?"

With a heart rendering sob, Jordan began, "I hate him, johnnie. Oh, how I hate Mr. Richard. I don't know how much more of him I can take."

"Shhh, Jordan. Who is this Richard guy and what is he doing to you?" I asked as I stroked his lower arm in an effort to calm him.

Jordan looked at me. "It's Cindy's fault, johnnie. It's all her doing that my wife is seeing Mr. Richard and has been for 3 or 4 months."

"I don't follow you, Jordan. How can Cindy be at fault for your wife seeing another man?"

"You think I don't know about you. Everyone on the block knows that your wife is seeing some guy named Tom and you are their cuckold. That's why it's Cindy's fault. She told Barb about his big cock and when Barb complained about my little duck, it was Cindy who introduced her to Mr. Richard."

"What's Richard's last name, Jordan?"

"Wallington. Richard Wallington. Why?"

"Oh, nothing really. I was just wondering."

The fact is, I knew Richard Wallington. It was Tom who introduced him to me and my wife several months ago. Tom wanted me to share my talents with the handsome man while he and Cindy did their thing. I resisted at first but Tom explained it to me in a way that made sense. He said that Richard had been divorced for a couple months and needed something more than his hand to relieve his erections. Tom said that he didn't want Cindy to fuck him and thought that me being such a gifted cock sucker, I could help his friend in need.

Tom knew I couldn't refuse him and before Richard arrived at our house, he had me prepare myself for his visit. I'd been forced into panties by Tom and have worn them for years by then. But Tom wanted more. He had Cindy loan me a negligee top, fix my long hair pretty, do up my eyes, and add some lip gloss. His reason was he didn't want his friend Richard to feel gay or anything like that.

Long story short, Richard has a very nice cock and big balls, which, as the evening progressed, he let me drain twice. He knew I was Cindy's husband but appreciated me dressing like a "sexy bitch in heat," as he called me.

Now back to Jordan.

"So Cindy bragged about his big cock after watching you blow him a couple times and convinced Barbra to test drive it."

"Um, test drive?"

Another wail from Jordan before he was able to continue. "Fuck him, johnnie. You knew what I meant. "Barbra had been sleeping with him for nearly 6 months now. At first, she did it on the sly without my knowledge. But she felt guilty for cheating on me. She denied me orgasms until I could no longer stand it and I agreed to let her bring Mr. Richard to our house."

"And now you're a cuckold like me?"

"The first time I saw them together, I didn't know if I could handle it. But Mr. Richard was so nice. He's charming as you know. He made it all seem so normal. Slowly he began to treat me as if he was doing me a favor. Then, the more I acquiesced to his requests, the more dominant he became."

"Tom was the same way, Jordan. I think it has something to do with what are called "big cock rules."

Jordan looked at me as though he didn't understand what I'd just said. The he continued. "At first, when he directed me to Barbra's sperm filled pussy, I hesitated. Mr. Richard explained that it was a duty I should be more than grateful to perform. Okay, I accepted that. The more I ate his cum from my wife, the more I looked forward to performing that particular duty. You know; it made me feel like I was an active participant."

As I listened to Jordan, my dick got hard as I remembered my early experiences with Tom's training me to be an acceptable cuckold.

As Jordan continued, I saw him adjust his own boner.

"But just cleaning Barb wasn't enough. Mr. Richard very quickly had me cleaning his cock. After all, Jordan, he said. It's your wife's pussy juice on my cock. Well, who could argue with that logic? Over the past two months, I've cleaned his cock and found it to be not a disagreeable task, johnnie."

"I know, baby," I said taking his hand in mine. "It can be a rewarding experience, right?"

"It is that, johnnie," Jordan said squeezing my hand gently.

"So, is that what's bothering you?" I asked.

"Well not exactly. I mean me cleaning his cock, you know, it led to me giving him blow jobs. The first time I sucked his big cock he bragged to my wife how it seemed to come naturally to me. He told her he knew I was born to suck cocks when I lowered my face and lapped at his balls without being told. I swear johnnie, the only reason I did that was because I saw how much he enjoys it when my wife kisses his balls. I really wanted him to enjoy the way I did that for him too."

"I understand, Jordan. Really, I do," I said as our fingers entwined. And him calling you a cock sucker is what's bothering you?"

Jordan sniffed. "That's not it. Okay, at first it bothered me. But after I sucked him off a few more times, it didn't bother me. I was sucking his cock so that makes me a cock sucker, I guess."

"It certainly does, baby," I whispered clenching our hands together a little tighter to let him know he's not in this alone.

"Mr. Richard as he had me call him after I became his cock sucker, explained that my wife's pussy was his now. I am able to clean it, and when she needs an orgasm when he's unavailable, I can use my mouth to satisfy her."

"The same thing happened to me, Jordie. It's what real men expect of us."

"I know that now, johnnie. Mr. Richard told me that my little dick didn't do anything but frustrate my wife. No, he told me. Pussy is not for you, Jordan."

"The same thing here, Jordie. Tom has even threatened to blindfold me so I won't even be able to see my wife naked anymore."

"The next thing Mr. Richard did was have me ask his permission to masturbate. I have to ask him if I can cum, johnnie. Can you believe that?"

"I can. Tom has done the same for me. It makes me more attentive to Cindy and more appreciative of him as well."

"I get that part. And you're right, it works. I have become a happy slave to their wants and needs. Mr. Richard likes to supervise my masturbations. At first it was weird, but it got easier to beat off under his and Barbra's careful supervision."

"So what can be the issue, Jordie. You accept that he's a real man with a real cock. You can appreciate that he fucks your beautiful wife much better than you ever will. You're his willing cock sucker and pussy cleaner. I just can't see why you come to me so upset."

"Tonight, while I was sucking his cock, he suggested I wear panties for him. Panties, johnnie. Have you ever heard of such a thing? A man putting another man in panties. The same man who fucks your wife for you. The same man whose cock you've come to love sucking now wants me in panties."

With that, Jordan threw himself in my arms and sobbed. I wrapped my arms around him and held him to me.

I felt Jordan's hands move down and realized that he'd be touching the lace waist band of the panty I had on. He realized it too. Looking at me, Jordan didn't have to ask. "Yes, Jordan, I can totally understand why Richard would want you in panties. I wear them all the time. Ever since Tom brought me a pair as a gift and had me model them for he and Cindy, all I wear are panties under my work clothes or any clothes or nothing but panties."

"And you're okay with that?"

"I am better than okay, Jordie," I said as his hands were now on my panty covered bottom. "They feel so much nice than boxers. Panties hold my dick and balls just right, Jordie. And best of all, when I have a moment to myself, they remind me of Tom and his wonderful cock."

"Can I see?" Jordan asked me quietly.

"Let me take my robe off."

I very quickly was sitting beside Jordan in only my pale rose colored panties through which he could make out my erection.

"Wow," was all he said as he stared in wonder. "Um, uh, can I um. Can I feel them on you?"

"Please do, Jordie."

I stood and let my friend feel my bottom. I shivered, loving the way his soft hands felt through the thin nylon. I hear him make a mewling noise when his hand reached my erection. "Oh God," he moaned.

The next thing I knew, we were in an embrace, our mouths together, our tongues swirling and tasting each other's.

I felt him lowering himself. Looking up at me, his face very near my boner, "Please. May, I?"

Holding my bottom, Jordie kissed my dick through my panty. It felt wonderful. I held his head tight to my erection and loved how good it felt to have someone other than myself touching me there.

Jordie stood and pushed me back on my bed. He kissed my panty all over, even my bottom which was wonderful.

When Jordie turned me on my back, he pulled my panty down until his mouth could take my dick in it. "Oh, Jordie," I moaned. "Take off your pants darling. Let me do you too," I begged.

We were in a 69, I guess you'd call it when the door to my bedroom suddenly flew open. There stood Tom, Cindy, Richard, and Jordan's wife.

Interrupted, Jordan did his best to apologize as did I. Forbidden to have sex without permission, we were in deep trouble with our wives' lovers.

"Please, girls, continue," Tom said with Richard concurring. "We're happy you two cock suckers found each other."

"You'll have your cock sucking sissy in panties tomorrow," I heard Tom tell Richard and Barbra.

"I think you're right, Tom. Seeing these two homos like this, I may put the faggot in dresses too."

Jordie went home that night, his little balls drained, his future in panties.

And we all lived happily ever after.

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