I heard it said in some old movie, "Love means never having to say you're sorry." I don't know about you, but I think that's a load of garbage. I love my wife and I find that being in love means I must apologize lots, and I do mean lots. Ever give your lady something she says she wants most in this world only to find out that what you did for her or what you gave her was only the tip of the iceberg? You find yourself apologizing and promising to do better. That's where I find myself now.
Cindy said she wanted to see me jacking off another guy. So, I did that for her. Was she happy? I'll say. But she was only too happy to invite Keith over again and again for more hand jobs from me. And all the while, she kept begging me to suck that cock. Begging turned to harping and although I told her earlier that I would do that, I was still uncommitted.
No longer was I frightened by his appearance at our door. And I'd be lying if I didn't admit I began to look forward to his visits. The easy way he assumed command of both Cindy and me by his mere presence was almost comforting. His charisma was such that it was easy for me to try my best to please him, bring pleasure to his amazing cock.
To date, I have masturbated my man 5 times. Each time he had taken me a step further under his spell. I had become familiar with what Keith likes and how to give him the most pleasure out of the hand jobs I'd give him. But were hand jobs enough? I felt a strange desire to take it further. I knew that by surrendering to him, to his cock and taking him into my mouth, to give him the last measure of my manhood, I would pass the point of no return.
When he wasn't with us, Cindy would have me relate how wonderful his cock is and how masturbating a real man for her excited me. I love my wife and I would try to make our mutual masturbation sessions more exciting for her by expanding on my relationship with Keith's cock. When I first told he that he used his cock to gather the sperm from my face and would have me clean that from his cock, she went overboard with another squirting orgasm.
"Lick that cock, johnnie. Clean your man's cock and thank him for feeding you his load, baby," she'd moan as she finger fucked herself.
I was rewarded by her giving me a wonderful blow job to completion later and as per the usual, she'd kiss me with her mouth filled with my spunk.
Keith's visits would always end the same way. But now, instead of Keith pushing me backwards, I eagerly leaned back with my legs open, my privates at his disposal. Cindy always got a kick of how powerful my orgasms were when the waning pulses of Keith's ejaculation would coat my dick. Orgasms like that are addictive, let me tell you and I was chasing that dragon.
For those who might be curious, my dick is nearly 6" when hard, two inches shorter than Keiths and not nearly as thick. But it did make an easy target for him to show what he thought of my dick with the last of the orgasms I gave him. Make no mistake, I knew Keith had little, if any, regard for me as a man.
But who could blame him?
The liberties Keith would take with my wife as they sat together naked no longer bothered me, if they ever did anyway. I loved seeing her all excited watching me play with his cock while Keith mauled her breasts or held her nice round bottom.
Things have a way of progressing, naturally or otherwise. I knew that both Cindy and Keith wanted to see me suck his cock. I'm pretty sure that my wife told him that during our story times, I would talk about how aroused I'd get when he'd make me his cock sucker.
I knew I was playing with fire when, each time I'd masturbate him, my face got closer and closer to the majestic crown.
When Cindy said it was time for me to stop talking about sucking his cock and do it for her like I had promised, I knew she'd never be happy until she saw me become my man's cock sucker. I finally relented and vowed that I would, but only for her, and only once. That excited her to no end. She promised to tell Keith the next day.
I wasn't able to calm myself. I tried every trick in the book to slow my breathing and heart rate. Nothing worked. I was in a near panic. The day after I told my wife I'd suck Keith's cock, I was having second thoughts. "What the fuck, dude?" I said to myself. "Are you really gonna become a cock sucker for Cindy?"
I tried to weigh the pros and cons objectively and look at what I was willing to do for my wife. I could identify only a single con. That was me being known as a cock sucker. The pros just seemed to keep on coming. No pun intended.
I couldn't deny that my first foray into D/s was exciting. Keith's leadership and command presence turned me into jelly. It was clear that, if I left it to him, he could groom me, mold me into what suited him. I was no dummy. What suited Keith was him fucking Cindy with not only my acceptance but my approval as well.
I knew that if I allowed myself to become Keith's cock sucker, asking him to fuck Cindy would soon follow. "Why wouldn't it?" I reasoned. "If he allowed me the pleasure of his cock, surely I could reciprocate. Being the real man that Keith is, he would not lower himself to play with me."
I had tasted the magic elixir from the forbidden fountain so to speak, my wife feeding me Keith's load while my man looked watched. In flashes, I thought I remembered the look of satisfaction crossing his face as he sat, God-like watching my wife scoop his thick zesty sperm from my face and body and me eating all that she offered. The look of superiority masked his handsome countenance as me, his subordinate, enjoyed his offering, the fruits of my labor.
I could wax all Shakespeare if I wanted but the fact remains: a rose is a rose by any other name, and that having held his beautiful cock more than once and offered my face for him to bless with his manly ejaculate, I knew then that I wanted to make that cock mine. In other words, a cock sucker by any other name is still a cock sucker and I wanted to suck Keith's cock.
I will never forget the sick, perverted, erotic, mind blowing experience of having his sperm anoint my stiff dick, bringing me to the most exquisite orgasms of my life. He saw it. Keith watched me writhe and squeal in ecstatic rapture at his feet as he pumped the last of his precious seed on my dick.
Surely, he knew that I understood the statement he made with that act. My man was telling us without words that he found me lacking. Keith was telling me and my wife that I lacked masculinity, I lacked dignity, that I was not a real man. For him, I was only there to pleasure him, to pleasure his wonderful cock, fetch him drinks, assist him when he dressed and undressed.
I wrestled with the shame I felt having been so aroused by his dominance. That shame was in direct conflict with admiration I had for that real man and the excited arousal that overwhelms me when I relive how I brought him such pleasure. And yes, my actions with his cock brought me pleasures of my own.
That Keith found me worthy to wear his seed gave me a sense that I was of some value to him, that I had worth even if he had no respect for me as an equal.
Tossing aside all thoughts that submitting to him made me less than a man in my wife's eyes, I wanted to give whatever he wanted of me. In return, all I would seek was everything that his cock would bless me with.
The sweet gift of submission to a man, a real man fit me like a finely tailored suit.
I hurried home that day more than a little excited to hear what Keith had to say when Cindy told him I wanted to him to make me his cock sucker.
"Tell me, Cin. What did Keith say. Did he say okay. Did he say he'll make me his cock sucker?"
"Easy big boy. First things first. Get undressed while I change into something more suited to this conversation."
I was kneeling in front of my wife, my erection in my hand, I waited, hoping to learn that Keith would grant me the privilege of becoming his cock sucker.
"I don't understand, johnnie. What's come over you all of a sudden? I mean at first you didn't even want to play with his cock and now your mouth is watering at the thought of Keith sticking his cock in it."
Thinking quick, "Well, I'm only doing this for you."
"Yeah, I don't think that's entirely true, johnnie. And you being his cock sucker, well, now that could a problem."
"Why," I almost whined.
"See, Keith thinks that you're only wanting to suck his cock for me. He feels that with that in mind, you won't put your whole heart into it."
My heart sunk. "But I will. I'll do my best. Tell him that, Cin, please tell him."
