JOHN THE CUCKOLD


                              by John P

                           Copyright© 2011



Chapter 2

Two months ago, we held a birthday party for my pride and joy, my
lovely daughter, June. All her friends came over and I watched
them play, marvelling at their energy, their vitality. Bill
watched with me, realising for the first time that the little
girl he'd watched grow from a baby was now 11 and almost on the
threshold of womanhood.

"She's very pretty, John, your daughter," Bill observed and I
swelled with pride. "She'll be breaking hearts soon," and I had
to agree.

She was playing a game with the other girls in the garden which
involved much running about and we watched them laughing, kidding
around with each other. As I looked into Bill's face, I saw
something there that worried me. He was watching June with lust
in his eyes.

'Oh Christ! Oh no! Please, not that!' Panic went through me as I
contemplated what might happen in the future.

Barbara came out then, taking Bill's attention away from my
child, and we went into the kitchen where Katy was preparing the
ice-cream for the girls in the garden. Bill went behind Katy,
pulling her back into him, and I watched as she mumbled dreamily,
"Oh Bill," as she felt his cock against her bottom. She turned
around and kissed him, her mouth opening to receive his thick
tongue.

I watched with Barbara as her husband fondled my wife's bottom,
and we both saw her hand go between their bodies to feel his big
cock. He was making Katy hot and I knew where this would end up.
My dick stiffened as I watched them kiss, their lips and tongues
moving as the heat of their passion increased. Barbara's hand
felt the hardness in my crotch and she whispered, "They look good
together, don't they?" and I replied, "Oh yes, Barbara."

Katy's mouth broke away from Bill's and she panted, "Take me to
bed, Bill. Please."

Barbara looked at me and smiled as I looked at her expectantly.
"Go on, John, go with them. I'll look after the kids."

I followed them to our bedroom, watching his hand caress my
wife's bottom. She began to strip as soon as they entered the
room and Bill waited for me to take down his pants and kiss his
big cock, the stiff cock that would satisfy my wife in a way I
couldn't. While Katy watched me suck her lover's fat cock, Bill
undressed himself, and then I had to make the request that Bill
insisted on each time he wanted to fuck Katy. It had been 11
years ago when he first made me say it and he'd insisted each
time after that.

"Please, Bill, please fuck my wife!" My job then was to lick
Katy's pussy to make it thoroughly wet and then kiss Bill's cock
one last time before holding it to her pussy-hole until his big
knob entered her. It was always thrilling to watch his hard thick
shaft enter my wife's hungry hole and hear her sigh with
satisfaction. My own little stiff dick would be in my hand and
I'd watch with increasing excitement as he thrust into her.

"Oh Bill," she'd pant into his ear, "it's wonderful. Such a good
lover," and I'd wank to her words. "John, look! See how a real
man does it. Aren't you glad he's fucking me?" and I'd answer
huskily, "Yes, Katy. Oh yes, love!"

I was usually behind Bill, watching his long thick shaft as it
pounded my wife, watching his big balls bouncing against her bum
as he thrust so deep into her. I'd hear her telling him how good
she felt, how he made her feel, how satisfied she always felt
when HE fucked her, and it would arouse me that she felt so good.
It reinforced my belief that I wasn't up to the job of satisfying
Katy sexually, except for the oral sex I would willingly give her
every time Bill had finished with her.

She had started to cry out that she was cumming and I knew Bill
was almost at the point of shooting into her so I put my nose to
Bill's bum-hole and began to lick his large balls, hoping to
enhance his enjoyment. As Katy began to scream, I stroked Bill's
cock behind his balls, thrilling as I felt it begin to pulse as
his spunk travelled along the tube of flesh on its way to fill my
lovely wife's cunt.

He groaned and she became delirious as his first shot of spunk
rushed into her pussy, splashing the sucking walls of her cunt.
Her legs held him fast, refusing to let him go until he was
completely empty, until she had every drop of his precious seed
deep inside her womb. I licked his balls hard and fast, praying
that she would receive all of his potent sperm, hoping that there
would be a great load of his tasty spunk to suck out of her pussy
when Bill had finished.

She moaned and rambled as spurt after spurt of his potent seed
filled her, looking for an egg to fertilise. She called out,
"John! He's cumming in me! I love it! I love it!" and my dick
lurched again as my wife screamed out her lust for her lover. I
felt his cock, my fingers against the thick tube behind his
balls, as it kept pumping, shooting his semen deep into my wife's
body.

When the jerking of his big cock ceased, I continued to lick his
balls, trying to force out the last drops. Katy was kissing him
all over his face, praising him, telling him what a real man he
was. I was listening to her praise, wishing that it could be for
me one day but I knew it was impossible. I would never be a man
like Bill, a stud, a real man, a lover of women. It just wasn't
there in me but I would realise my dreams through him; he would
do it for me, with Katy.

Bill began to pull his softening cock from my wife's pussy and,
as it finally popped out, I watched as a large gob of his spunk
appeared at her ravaged hole, ready to run down her bum-crack. I
licked it up without being told and she opened her legs wider so
that I could reach every part of her sex. She had cum violently
on Bill's cock but I knew I could make her cum hard with my lips
and tongue.

My first duty was to Bill though and I took his slimy cock into
my mouth, tasting the mixed juices of my lovely wife and her
virile lover. I sucked him, licked his shaft and his big knob,
tasting the juices of their love-making. Katy watched me as I
worshipped her lover's cock and touched her clitoris at the sight
of my humiliation.

"That's it, John, suck my lover's cock! Can you taste my pussy on
his cock? Wouldn't you like a cock like that, John?" As she
taunted me, I felt excited, aroused by her comparison between the
two men in her life. I was the under-dog, of course, but I knew
my place in the triangle and I was always grateful that she
stayed with me, despite my shortcomings. I would do anything to
keep her, and the two lovers knew that, using it to humiliate me
often. What could I say? How can an inferior be assertive? My
fate was sealed 11 years ago when Bill first demonstrated his
dominance over me.

Once he was clean, he said I could go and clean Katy and I
shuffled to her on my knees, smelling the aroma left by their
sexual coupling in the juices I was obliged to clean from my
wife's ravaged pussy. Her hole was wide open, distended after the
invasion of Bill's manhood, and my tongue entered easily to lick
away the evidence of their adultery. Bill watched me humiliate
myself, smiling and with a self-satisfied look on his rugged
face.

"Lick it all! Suck all my lover's spunk out, John! I bet you wish
you could make so much spunk, don't you, John?" Her torments
continued as I cleaned her sex, and I knew Bill was listening to
it all. "You'd like a big cock like Bill, wouldn't you? You'd
love to have a man's cock. What's it like to watch a real man
fuck me, John? Don't you envy him?"

Her taunts were working on me and my little dick pulsed at her
words, excited by the reminder of her regular infidelity with the
man who watched as I worshipped the cunt he had just fucked so
thoroughly. I worked ceaselessly, sucking all I could out of
Katy, but she decided to adopt a different position and she told
me to lie on my back. Then she straddled my head and her open
hole began to leak more of Bill's slimy spunk into my welcoming
mouth.

She was panting within seconds, succumbing to my oral
ministrations. Her powerful knees pressed tight against each side
of my head, keeping me from escaping her gaping hole. My tongue
caressed her clitoris and it made her crazy. Less than a minute
later, her knees clamped my head tight and she started to cum.

Her body shuddered and she cried out my name, and her hands went
down to grab my hair, pulling it tight with her fists as her
orgasm ripped through her. She was an animal, a wildcat, and she
rode my face with her pussy, pressing down on my nose and mouth
so that I could hardly breathe. More hot juices flooded from her
pussy hole and I swallowed them, savouring the taste for only a
moment as they passed over my tongue. Her spasms caused more of
Bill's spunk to descend to the entrance to her hole, and I lapped
it up, knowing that Bill would be watching to make sure I
swallowed it properly.

When her spasms stopped, she remained on my face, basking in the
feelings I'd just invoked in her. Her ragged breathing started to
return to normal and when she felt she'd had enough of my mouth,
she rose, standing above me for a moment with her legs wide open,
showing me her well-fucked pussy. She went over to sit next to
Bill and I stood up.

They were kissing again, resting after their orgasms and then
Katy remembered that I hadn't cum yet. She whispered something
into Bill's ear and he nodded.

"Let's watch you wank, John," he said and it wasn't a request. I
lay down on the bed, legs apart, and began to wank my stiff
little dick. I watched Bill's fingers as they caressed my wife's
pussy and it made me hotter. When I felt my cum start, my body
became rigid and my buttocks clenched. They watched as the first
gob of my hot spunk left my pee-slit and splattered on my chest,
followed by several more lesser gobs. I stroked my dick more,
trying to get more out, but I couldn't match Bill's manliness and
virility, and I had to be satisfied with the pitifully small
amount I could manage.

When my ejaculation stopped, I knew that I would have to clean
myself up so, as they watched me, I scooped up the spunk and fed
it into my mouth, tasting it before swallowing. Then came the
reminder that my duty was not yet complete and I had to go over
and kneel before Bill, kissing his knob and thanking him for
fucking Katy for me. The two of them always enjoyed this part of
my humiliation.

Then Bill told me to go downstairs and help Barbara with the kids
because he wanted to talk to Katy privately. I dressed quickly,
watching Bill's hands as they caressed my wife's pussy. When I
found Barbara, she was in the kitchen and the kids were consuming
vast amounts of ice-cream in the garden.

"How was it?" she asked and I blushed. "You love it, don't you,
John? I understand, love. I know a few men like you. Don't feel
embarrassed about it. There's a man I like to fuck and I make his
wife serve us... you know, make her please us both, humiliate
her. It's a great turn-on, John. Anybody who has a partner like
you is very lucky. Katy's very lucky, John. I just wish I had
somebody like you. Bill can't do it; he's just too macho for it."

Her hand went to my crotch to feel my dick and she asked, "Did
they let you cum, John?" and I said yes.

"Oh, that's OK then," and the she got on with fixing some more
food.

They came down later and we all joined the birthday party again.
June was having a great time with her friends and we watched
them, chatting as if Bill and Katy's adultery had never happened.
Katy would touch Bill's arm as she spoke and I'd get slight pangs
of jealousy but this had been going on now for 11 years, so it
was useless really to get annoyed about it now.

When the party was over and the girls had been picked up by their
parents, we all cleaned up the mess that they'd left behind and
sat down to relax once June had gone to bed. I didn't have to get
naked tonight though and serve everybody so that was different
although Barbara kept touching my dick through my pants in full
view of Katy and Bill.

By the time it came to 11 o'clock, we'd consumed quite a bit of
alcohol and speech was becoming slurred. Sexual tension had begun
to surface again and when Bill had got drunk enough, he
announced, "Golf club time, John." Katy didn't know what that
meant but Barbara certainly did.

"Come on, John. Show Katy what happens at the golf club when you
and Bill are together," said Barbara.

I was slightly drunk too but I still felt a bit embarrassed about
what was required of me.

"Show me, John," said Katy, intrigued by what it might possibly
mean. "What do you two do?"

I took off my pants and underpants, and went to Bill, undoing his
belt and pulling down his pants and underwear while he watched
me. They all watched as I kissed his cock and then took his big
knob into my mouth. As I sucked him, I had to keep putting my
fingers into his mouth to gather saliva, and then transferring it
to my bum-hole. Katy was very interested now, sitting forward so
she wouldn't miss anything.

I inserted my fingers, first one and then two, into my bum-hole,
finger-fucking myself as the girls watched. Katy's fingers had
found their way to her crotch and the wet patch that started to
form there bore witness to her arousal at the sight of her
husband sucking cock and fucking his bum with his own fingers. I
continued until I could insert three fingers into myself and I
sucked Bill, leaving behind as much saliva as possible to coat
his big cock.

Then it was time for me to ask him. "Please, Bill, please fuck
me." He insisted on this ritual each time he fucked me at the
golf course, in the dense woods near the 16th tee. When I'd shown
reluctance at first to say this, he'd just pushed me down and
raped me. I had said it gladly every time after that.

Bill put me down on my hands and knees, and pushed his knob
against my bum-hole. Katy left her chair and came to kneel beside
us, wanting to watch the penetration I was about to undergo. She
watched my sphincter open wide to accept the large knob, but I
alone felt the pain as he entered me. I winced but remembered to
keep pushing out so that he could push further into me. Katy
watched in awe as the long thick shaft was pushed slowly into my
rectum, and her hand went inside her knickers to play with her
sex which was rapidly getting wet.

He fucked me, gently at first, and he stopped for a moment on the
out-stroke and told Katy to spit onto the crack of my bum so that
her saliva would run down onto his thick shaft and increase the
lubrication. She did this gladly, and her fingers felt the edge
of my stretched hole, marvelling at how wide my hole had been
stretched by her lover's big cock.

Bill held my hips tight, fucking me in long strokes, and the dull
pain I got on each in-stroke was beginning to become less. I was
beginning to feel pleasure then, feeling full inside as he slid
his cock relentlessly up my bum. I moaned now from pleasure, and
no longer from the pain, and I began to voice my enthusiasm for
Bill to treat me more like his bitch.

"Bill," I panted, "fuck me harder! Please, Bill, more!" and he
became more aggressive, fucking me with more violence.

Katy and Barbara watched me being mated, heard me beg for my man
to thrust his big weapon further up my bum, and Katy's hand was a
blur inside her knickers as she watched what was happening to her
husband. I was experiencing the same feeling that Katy did each
time Bill's massive weapon was thrust inside her pussy. I knew
the feeling of being full inside, the feeling of my tightness
arousing the man who was going to cum in me.

The girls watched, spellbound, as the rutting continued, my
moaning increasing in volume as his cock pleasured me and brought
me closer to my climax. He was an animal and I was his prey, I
was his victim, albeit a willing one.

Katy witnessed my cum splashing on the carpet beneath me. He'd
made me cum without touching my dick. Katy wanked me, milking her
cow of the last of its milk. Bill was close though and I braced
myself for his climax, waited for his first blast of spunk.

Bill's cock jerked inside me and I felt the first hot gob of his
spunk shoot into me, followed by several more. He held my hips
tighter as he pumped his potent seed far up inside my rectum and
I could feel it splash against the walls, coating them with his
jism. His strong thighs were pressed hard against my bum as he
shot his seed and I briefly saw Katy's hand still inside her
knickers, frigging herself at the sight of her husband's
insemination. I was trembling, shaking still as his cock ceased
its pulsing inside me.

I was his bitch, his release when Katy wasn't around, and
although I wouldn't admit it, I longed for his cock inside me. I
hated golf but he always took me with him so he could use me and
I had become so used to him doing me that I actually looked
forward to our tryst near the 16th tee. I was his bit of 'rough'.

When he pulled slowly out of my bottom, I felt empty. I turned
and knelt before him, ready to accept his cock into my mouth, and
he pulled my head towards him, pushing it through my open lips.
The girls watched as I thanked Bill for fucking me and I began to
clean up his spunk and the juices from my rectum. After I had
completed my task, I had to rush to the bathroom with my bottom
half still naked to open my bowels and release all the spunk he'd
pumped into me.

Just before I got there, I'm sure I saw a figure flit into June's
bedroom. Perhaps she'd just been in the bathroom. As soon as I
sat down, my bum opened up and a load of his slime flooded out
into the bowl.

When I returned downstairs, it wasn't much longer before our
guests were ready to leave. Bill and Barbara thanked us for the
invitation to the party and hoped they would see us again real
soon.

"Bill and I had a talk when we were alone, love," is the first
thing Katy said when we climbed into our bed. "Tonight is the
last time you'll be able to fuck me. He wants me pregnant so I'll
have to stop my birth control."

"What?" I asked, not sure if I understand what she just said.

"Bill wants to make me pregnant," she said.

"But Katy..." I began but she silenced me.

"He wants babies and Barbara can't have them," she said.

"That doesn't mean he can..." I blustered, hoping she'd
reconsider this outrageous idea.

"John, it's what he wants," she said simply as if that was the
end of the discussion.

"But what do YOU think about it?" I ask her, hoping to prepare an
argument against this preposterous proposal.

"He's a real man, John. Any woman would be proud to bear his
children," says Katy and I think that sums it up. How can I argue
against that?

"You said 'children'," I said weakly. "How many does he want?"

"He thought four. I'll have to do what he wants, John. You do see
that, don't you?" she says. "They'll be our children but he'll be
their biological father. You won't refuse me, will you?"

I was defeated, I saw that. I loved her so much and she wanted
his babies so what could I do?

"I'll give up my birth control tomorrow, John. Fuck me tonight,
love. I want our last night to be special."