Cuck And Bull Pt 02

Cuck and Bull--PART 2

Copyright (c) 2024 by TeddySmutWriter. All rights reserved.

This is very different take on the usual interracial cuckold story.

In fact you may find yourself looking at the genre differently once you finish reading my story. You may even hate me for it.

You should go back and read Part 1 if you haven't. There's some really hot rough sex back there that you'll be sad you missed.

**JOHN**

My cock glistened in the moonlight. I lay in bed on my back with Nelly cuddled up against me. I reflected on the crazy situation I was in.

I figured I had slept for a few hours. I was still tired but also restless. I saw the little text balloon and checked it out, dreading and anticipating what I would find.

There were two texts from Amy, none from Ben.

The first was a picture of Amy about to give Ben a blowjob. I was obviously posed but still sexy. A mirror shot. Her tits were out and the tip of her tongue was just touching the head of Ben's big black dick. There was no caption.

The next was a video. That wasn't staged. Obviously Ben was doing the filming from above. I watched Amy try and, finally, successfully deep throat Ben's cock. The happy "I did it! I did it!" at the end were the most authentic words from Amy's mouth in a very long time.

My heart started to swell but I reigned in the hope. One sign of humanity does not a transformation make. Still it was a hell of a sexy video. If I was alone I might have even have masturbated to it. I considered waking Nelly and fucking her but I probably had more sleep than her tonight if you count the time on the couch.

I didn't reply to either message.

If things were going to plan Amy and Ben were likely fast asleep after fucking each other's brains out. Whatever was going to happen had happened by now.

I had been coy earlier today--no--yesterday now, when I quoted

the Walrus and the Carpenter.

In the warehouse that Friday afternoon I had waited until Ben and I were well away from any prying ears. "So I understand you want to fuck my wife?"

He looked at me wide eyed. "Err... yeah. Isn't that why I'm here?"

"Sorry," I said. "I'm trying to get across I'm not some chump cuckold to be exploited here."

"Then why are we even talking about it?"

"Look Ben, my marriage is in survival mode," I said. "I'm hoping this will get us out of the wilderness before the bears eat us."

"You think allowing me to fuck your wife will stabilize your marriage?"

"It's a long shot but I've tried everything. We even tried the couples therapy route but the therapist was... shall we say 'partisan?'"

"How do you see this thing working?"

"Do you know anything about BDSM?"

"Some," he said. "Had a few forays. Had a lady who wanted to be my live in slave for a while but she turned out to be a druggie doing it for the room and board. Stole my Nikon and disappeared. Did have a really fun online thing for a year or so. Some lady in London."

"My wife and I tried it for a while," I said. "We do occasionally still go to events where she's free to bottom. I top impact and rope sometimes but rarely with her. Amy is what you call a 'do-me' sub. You do all the work, she gets all the pleasure. Works okay for most public events but sucks in a relationship."

"So this is whole thing is a bad idea then?" His shoulders visibly slumped.

I turned and patted his shoulder. "Not at all! Sex is the key. Yeah you're going to work hard on her, but you're going to get your rocks off one way or the other. And she's not gonna want to stop getting what you will be giving her."

"True... but I'm still having a hard time getting my head around this."

"Let me be clear about all this Ben. I want you to fuck my wife a lot. I want you to get to the point she craves it. Then I want you to dominate her with a capital D."

He nodded. "I think I can do that."

"She's going to think she's cuckolding me--well she actually will be--but I know what to expect and can ride it out. Plus you and I will conspire to minimize that.

Comprende?"

"Si."

All this time Ben had his phone out and was texting back and forth, I didn't snoop but I figured it was Amy. I admired his multitasking skills.

I let out a huge breath. My shoulders slumped. I felt my face sag like wet clay. "I really don't think this will actually work but I gotta try."

"I hear you bro." For a second he looked like he was going to put his arm around my shoulder. "Can you tell me some things that really get her revved up? Make me look all psychic and shit."

"She really likes it rough," I said. "Really rough. Grabbing her by the neck makes her wet. Unfortunately I'm usually too tired after work to plank her like she wants. By the next day she's usually too pissed off for not ripping her clothes off the night before. Rinse and repeat every week."

As we walked back toward the office I came up with more.

"She has been promising me for years we'd try anal but never delivers. It's always 'someday.' But I think she'll like it from you because it will be doubly taboo plus she'll enjoy rubbing it in my face. I think you can get her to do anything if you remind her she can taunt me about afterwards."

Ben stopped to take a close up picture of a heavily laden pallet that looked precarious on its rack. We discussed what happens in a warehouse during an earthquake.

After a lapse in conversation I said "Same with swallowing."

We were getting close to the office.

"Like I said, she's a do-me sub who wants to be ravished with minimum effort on her part. You see what I deal with here every day. I'm like that chef in that old quick rice commercial who gets home and doesn't want to cook yet another elaborate meal. That's what taking charge in the bedroom feels like. I just want to lie back and let her get all ride-em-cowboy."

What I'd give just for a nice back rub when I got home.

"Now I'm just venting... Sorry."

"No problemo."

"I have to get back to my office for the great 'Friday afternoon almost quitting time buck passing.'"

"Hate that shit."

I shook his hand when we got to the exit. "Take care, text if you need anything."

"Will do."

So I'm one clever son of a bitch or a total asshole and a chump. Time would tell.

Beside me Nelly was moaning in her sleep. I started gently stroking her hair. She started humping my thigh. Guess what got semi-erect?

Nelly started awake.

"Nice dream?" I asked.

"Weird." Her face scrunched up as she concentrated. "I was being fucked by someone but we weren't alone. There might have been a marching band. Maybe a parade, maybe in a stadium. Maybe both, dreams are like that. I was on a pedestal...."

"Wow," I said. I pulled her on top of me and looked her in the eyes. "If you really were being fucked on a pedestal in front of a crowd, how would you feel?"

"Depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Who was fucking me and...."

"And?"

"If the marching band was any good."

My eyes filled with tears of laughter. "You... hic... deserve at least the USC Trojans."

"You think so?" She reached up and gave me a lingering kiss.

I ran my fingers through her luscious hair. "Indubitably."

Nelly squirmed on top of me. I felt her bush tangle with my own unruly pubes as she eased back, the cheeks of her ass searching for my erection. She smiled as she made contact. "Which hole would you like?"

I stroked my chin deliberating. "You said earlier, and I quote: 'poor lonely but very wet pussy.'"

"Those conditions still apply," she said.

I said "There's too much loneliness in the world."

Nelly reared up with one hand on my hairy chest. With the other she searched under her dense bush to find my cock and guide it into herself. Nelly slid slowly down my pole. "So big... so big."

I mimicked her "So tight.. so tight."

Suddenly Nelly was a lot tighter. I gasped. She grinned down at me. "You are experiencing the payoff for all those days walking around my apartment naked with a pair of steel balls in my twat."

My babysitter slash masseuse slash bedmate moved her hips in a circular motion in the X and Y axis. Her pelvic muscles milked my cock. "How does that feel?"

"Like I'll last maybe ninety seconds more." The urge to blow my wad wasn't just the intense feelings coming from my groin, a lot of it came from the image of her walking around nude with ben wa balls grinding away in her cunt. It was surprising I hadn't cum already.

"Oh jeez! Can't have that!" Nelly leaned forward until her breasts were pressed into my chest. Her hair was right under my chin. The ministrations of her cunt on my cock softened. "This is supposed to be a nice comfy fuck in the middle of the night."

"Why?" I asked. "Why does it have to be any specific kind of fuck?"

Her face turned up to look at me. "So you want to go to a madcap cunt slapping wake the neighbors fuck?"

"Uh... no."

"Don't get me wrong, I love cunt slappers, especially squishy wet cunt slappers." All this time her highly skilled pelvic muscles played my dick like a recorder. "But you need to be fully rested and relaxed to face tomorrow."

All of a sudden my mind changed. "What I really need is for you to cum."

"I don't mat--"

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "The fuck you don't."

Her eyes were half lidded. She was making a soft mewling noise.

Nelly was half right. I needed to be relaxed and ready to deal with Amy when she came home--if she came home. But the way for me to do that wasn't to let Nelly give my cock a lovely little cunt massage. I needed to push my way through all the crap and do something that has a positive effect on someone else to re-empower myself. I needed to give her what she wanted, not what she thought I wanted.

I rolled over on top of her and thrust with my hips. She grunted.

I got my face up close and personal to hers. I did my best imitation of a super villain voice. "I'm in a giving mood."

"I--"

I slammed my cock in again. "You like that?"

"Ugh... yeah."

"You want more?" I bottomed out and moved my own pelvis in a circular motion. "You want to cum for me?"

"Oh... Yes! Yes I do!" Her hips thrust up to meet me.

I covered her mouth with my hand. "It's okay if you want to make a little noise. No one will hear."

She said something under my hand that sounded like "Oh fuck... harder."

"Imagine we are on the fifty yard line," I said. "The drumline is marching around us. It's USC, they're playing

Tusk.

"

"Waaaaaa!" Nelly screamed into my hand. Her vagina bathed me in her juices. I pulled out and slammed back in one final time and let myself go.

With tears in my eyes I cupped her face in my hands and kissed this lovely, giving woman who came to me at the very moment of my need. She was grinning that fresh fucked grin I loved to see. That was what I needed.

I rolled off her and we lay for a while until I noticed the sky was lightening through the window blinds and birds were beginning to chirp. On the nightstand, Nelly's phone started playing Bach. The alert read FUCK JOHN, THEN MAKE BREAKFAST!

"Looks like you're ahead of schedule."

**Ben**

I woke up when Amy stuck the tip of her tongue in my pee hole. From the angle she was attacking my cock, she'd had to twist her target ninety degrees. Fortunately my length distributed the torque nicely--but that would change as I stiffened.

What can I say, I'm a fucking engineer. I love being an engineer. I'd earned my degree fair and square. I love the work itself, the more complicated and edge of the envelope the better. So I really hated that my bosses treated me more as a rainmaker than the hard core number cruncher that I consider myself.

I shifted onto my side, relieving any future torque issues and let Amy continue her worship.

I also love having a big cock. The sheer weight of it flopping about between my legs gives me a good deal of satisfaction and confidence. I also liked showing it off. I've spent a lot of time on nude beaches. Socially it's a mixed bag. It attracts many women but also scares others away. Besides the satisfaction I can give by filling pussies, my long cock gives me more options for sexual positions than a shorter dick would allow. On the other hand, my pride and joy is a bit too easy to bend in the middle when it meets resistance.

Yeah I know I had done nothing to earn my "beautiful black cock," as so many women have said to me. But then Amy, the petite blonde sucking me at the moment hadn't earned those blue eyes staring up at me. I reached down and stroked the top of my head.

One of the unsung joys of life is indulging in introspection while a beautiful white married woman is sucking your big black cock.

But that was about to end as I was now hard and wanted more.

Now I know I'm eventually gonna slam my cock into her and lay a load of cum deep but right now I just wanted to play with her body. Amy's body was so beautiful, begging to be played with. I don't mean just her tits, ass and pussy; but all that flawless skin and toned muscles so emphasized by the sideways lighting coming from window of our suite.

I sat up and reached down to slap her butt. Amy got up on her hands and knees and started to turn her ass towards me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head off to one side. Now she was under my left arm with her butt in the air. I bent down and bit her right cheek, leaving tooth marks.

"Yip! Duhfuck?" Amy said. Her hands found my cock and gripped me.

Spreading her ass cheeks, I spit on her rosebud. Amy gave her butt a little shake of encouragement. I teased her sphincter with a finger, rubbing in circles. At this point I wished I had something to stick in her ass. My cock probably wouldn't fit yet but something outrageous was called for here... I looked around. Nothing. I pushed my thumb in.

Frustrated, I growled and ran my tongue down her spine. When I got close I pulled my thumb out and stuck my tongue in the momentary gape. Amy oohed and awed as I twirled around. I was grateful that Amy was a fastidious person who takes a little extra care washing down there as I continued with my first and very experimental rim job. Amy continued making encouraging noises.

But, after not too long, my tongue started getting tired. That's what I get for skipping tongue day at the gym.

I've got my tongue in another man's wife's ass and I'm making dad jokes about it. Every once in a while the reality of it all hits you upside the head like a rainbow trout. I closed my eyes, smiled and shook my head.

I grabbed Amy's ankle and lifted it high in the air. This made her roll onto her back with her butt an inch or so off the bedspread.

"Pillow," I said. Amy sorta tossed me one and I put it under her. She started playing with her breasts. She was pretty rough about it. I kissed her ankle and grasped her big toe with my teeth. Hooking her other knee under my elbow, I pushed forward until the tip of my cock was at her outer lips. With her big toe still in my teeth I shook my head and growled like a dog as a distraction and popped the head of my cock into Amy. Her eyes and lips went round.

Slowly I pushed in, savoring the sensations. She was wet. She was warm. She was tight.

And her face. Oh her face. The face of Amy being properly fucked is a wonder to behold. Her eyebrows, especially the one with the cute gap, contorted in surprising ways, never still.

My cock bumped past under her cervix and into the space reserved for truly big cocks. I bottomed out and stayed there. Again with the savoring, but also taking time to rearrange our limbs to suit my taste. That meant putting her knees behind her own elbows freeing me to grab her throat with one hand and put the other over her mouth. When Amy grabbed my hand and tried to push my fingers into her mouth, I pulled a reverse and forced her own fingers in. She sucked her fingers and mewled around them.

Withdrawing my cock only two or three inches, I pushed back in again hard. Amy grunted.

That's what I did, holding her by the throat in her pretzel position while I slammed my short thrusts into her like a drumbeat, looking down at her sweet face through half lidded eyes. Amy's other hand snaked in to stroke her clit. Her breaths blew across the tiny hairs on my fingers in gusts. Her cunt was trembling around me. She was trying to shake her head back and forth but couldn't because I held her captive. She's close, needs something, I thought. Something to throw her over the top. Something to reinforce my complete control...

I touched my tongue to the tip of her nose and then ran it up along her nose and across her forehead, leaving a trail of saliva on her face.

Amy's eyes slammed shut. Her pelvis went into overdrive slamming up against me. Her cunt muscles grabbed me, let loose and grabbed me again, and again, and again. I rode it out as the slurping smacks of her cunt filled the room. So did the scent of Amy's cum.

Remember that pillow I put under her butt? It was soaked. I pulled it out and tossed it aside. I pulled myself out of her and marveled at the gape. As quickly as I could I turned Amy over and pulled her up onto her knees with her face held down on the bed by my hand on her neck. My cock slammed back in before the gape had closed.

Amy's response was "Ugh!"

It was time for me to let go. One hand on her neck, the other holding Amy's wrist high in the middle of her back I started stroking in and out of her, fast or slow, gentle or hard, as my body wanted, almost forgetting Amy other than her sweet pussy sheathing me.

Soon I found my self speeding up and grunting. So was Amy. She was madly rubbing her clit with her free hand. I kept pounding.

Letting go of her neck I grabbed her hair and pulled back. Her eyes were rolled back. I kept pounding.

Three strokes later I growled like a pissed off bear and shoved my cock deep. I shuddered with each squirt of cum. Amy's cunt was gripping me in spasms echoed by the gyrations of her pretty feet. We stilled like we were posing for a painting just catching our breaths.

When I started to soften I pulled out and laid myself down on my back with my feet on the floor. Amy scrambled off the bed and got between my knees. She tugged at my cock until I moved my ass to the edge of the bed. She cleaned up our combined juices on my shaft and then moved into a comfortable sitting position.

She held the head of my cock gently in her mouth. Her belly and chest rose and fell with mindful breathing.

I stroked her hair.

**Nelly**

Breakfast was proving problematic.

There were four eggs in the fridge. The bacon was green. Cereal was plentiful but the two percent was not smelling too good. I looked at the clock. The good news was that there was a Wawa a ten minute walk away. The bad new was their groceries were premium priced. The kitchen clock indicated I had maybe half an hour before the kids got up. I wrote "GONE TO WAWA, BACK SOON" on the white board and headed out--time versus money versus breakfast satisfaction calculations swirled in my head as I walked.

It was a cool and quite Saturday morning--the kind where you see bunnies lingering in front yards because the lawnmower warriors are still abed. Home economics thoughts slipped away as my mind wandered to deeper things.

I'm going to be honest: I hated Amy for what she was doing to John but I envied her for what she was going through. To live an intense sexual fantasy, any fantasy,

"Only If For a Night,"

as the Florence and the Machine song goes, is such a rare and wonderful thing. Most of us never experience anything like it. But anyone with an inner life has fantasies. I know I do.

The marching band fantasy was just the latest. When I was a teen I had this wicked fantasy of giving the lead guitar of a famous band--it didn't matter which one--a blowjob onstage at a giant rock festival. The fantasy was quite detailed....