CHAPTER SIX
As crazy as it is to say, over the last couple years my wife and I had embraced the cuckolding lifestyle. Richard was our respectful, loving, and dominant bull. He never pushed us, at least not into uncomfortable or disrespectful territory. He also never made any distrustful attempts to have Kathy when I wasn't around. He knew his role, and frankly, it was first and foremost as our friend. More often than not, we would see Richard separate from a sexual setting. The three of us would occasionally go to a movie together, sometimes dinner. There were even many times where Richard and I would catch a sports game, without Kathy. Outside of the bedroom it was a respectful and fulfilling friendship, but inside the bedroom, everyone knew their role.
Their lovemaking was always amazing to watch. I never tired of seeing Kathy's womanhood stretch to accommodate Richard's incredible size. My wife would yield powerful vaginal orgasms to him, ones that I couldn't provide her with, and she would always scream passionately as she came. They way she would cream on his manhood, the way she would moan and clutch his body, the way her eyes would roll to the back of her head. There was no denying that my wife loved when he was inside of her, and reconciling that truth proved to be an insane spark or eroticism for our marriage. There were obviously moments where I felt embarrassed, or even mildly humiliated, but I think part of being cuckolded is mastering those feelings and transforming them into a deep arousal. I had gotten very good at doing that, and I never felt quite as aroused as when I was watching the two of them in the throes of lust. Every now and then they would kiss, and Kathy would let her words escape, confirming to us both that she would always be Richard's "black cock slut." Those comments were strikingly racy, and fueled by her passion. But once we were out of the bedroom, she was right back to being my loving wife. No one in our day to day lives would have ever suspected Kathy as a cuckoldress, and that only proved to make our secret sex life that much more exciting.
"You boys won't see me for a couple weeks." Kathy spoke with exaggerated disappointment, using a towel to clean her breasts of sweat and seed. She was heading out of state to visit her best friend from grade school, who was about to be giving birth to twins. I was originally going to fly out with her, but something came up at work, and we both felt it smarter for me to stay home and take care of it.
"Truly devastating." Richard replied, as he closed his belt loop, dressing himself.
"To be honest with you, I don't know how we're going to survive." I added. "Don't blame me if you come back to a disaster." I spoke in a joking manner.
Kathy had thrown on her nightie, breasts bouncing naturally beneath the thin silken fabric. She spoke, "Oh no you don't! Richard you better make sure he keeps this place clean!"
Richard looked up at me smiling, now buttoning his shirt, "We may need to rethink that party, John."
I laughed, and Kathy rolled her eyes in frustration, as she headed into the bathroom to finish cleaning up.
My two weeks of bachelor freedom started with a lot of beer, and a lot of televised sports. I loved my wife more than life itself, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the carefree evenings without responsibility. Richard would stop by and join me, usually bringing dinner with him. "God knows you aren't cooking." He would jokingly add.
One night, we actually took in an NBA game down at the arena. Richard treated me by purchasing seats only a few rows back from the court. It ended up being a great game, and a fun night, both of us throwing back premium scotch with reckless abandon.
We eventually stumbled back home, and I thanked him as we said our goodbyes for the evening. I made a mental note that I'd have to pay him back somehow. Suddenly, and to my amusement, I remembered he was regularly sleeping with my wife - and I jokingly told myself that we'd call it even.
As I began getting ready for bed, Kathy called.
"Hey baby." She spoke, seemingly happy to hear my voice. "What did you get into tonight?"
"Richard and I went to the game." I paused, appreciating the night, "It was actually a lot of fun."
I could hear her smile through the phone. "That's nice. I bet the two of you had a ton of female attention."
"Well you know me. Luckily Richard was there to keep them at bay. At one point he had to shove away three separate girls who were trying to get to me."
That comment garnered a loud laugh from Kathy, "Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly how it went."
I chuckled, and she continued. "Do me a favor and open my nightstand babe. I wanted to give Erica the name of the author from that book I'm reading."
I rolled across the bed, pulling open the drawer below and picking up the book in question, "Roberta Henrikson" I replied.
I heard the commotion of female voices in the background as she told one of them the name, and then she replied to me, "Thanks baby. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Love you."
"Love you too." I replied.
As I moved to place the book back in the nightstand something caught my eye. It was my wife's diary, barely visible beneath another large novel. I picked it up, driven by curiosity. I knew my wife kept a diary, and I knew she wrote in it often. It was strange to me, a grown woman still keeping one, but I suppose it wasn't unheard of.
I don't know why I opened it, but I did. I'd like to blame it on the scotch, but I knew there was a deeper curiosity there as well.
I flipped the pages, getting a general sense of the span of the book. It was a massive composition type binding, more a tomb really. It spanned multiple years, dating back to before we were even married. I don't know why I did what I did, but my instinct carried my thumbs, moving the pages back to a couple years ago, when we first moved in to the apartment. I quickly found the date that I was subconsciously looking for, and my mouth went dry as I read the first sentence.
I slept with Richard last night!
Slept with isn't the correct wording actually - Richard fucked me last night - and John watched!
I still can't believe it actually happened... It was just so unbelievably exciting!
I never would have imagined I would ever have sex with another man, a man who wasn't John (who I love with all my heart), but when I saw Richard's cock, it's like my instincts took over - I lost control!
I was doing some reading this morning, and was relieved to see that what we did is becoming more and more common among married couples. "Cuckolding", I guess is what we did. It's kind of naughty to think that John would enjoy watching me with a bigger cock (and trust me, he did!)
Cock! I can't believe I'm writing that word, up until recently I never even used it. Up until Richard everything had been a dick, or a wiener - lol. But not with him, that man, has a COCK.
My mind can't stop picturing it. It was just so big! My roommate in college would always tease me by showing me pictures of big black cocks, and even though I would pretend they were gross, deep down they always excited me. I think any woman who's ever seen one would know what I'm talking about. I guess all those times left an impression on me, and when I saw Richard's, in real life - it was just so manly to look at - I can't explain it!
Don't get me wrong, I love John, and I love Johns dick. He's technically above average, I think. But Richard - It's not even a fair comparison, the man has a gift from the gods!
And I can't even begin to describe the sex. No man has ever come close to fucking me as good as Richard did last night. I had an orgasm so intense that I literally lost control of my body, it was amazing! My god, I'm getting soaking wet just thinking about it!
I had finished reading the page of words, and I noticed that my mouth was agape, and my dick was fully erect. Even a thousand miles away, my wife was still able to drive me crazy. I pulled out my dick and began stroking as I continued to read her intimate thoughts. It was a shameful move, but I was simply too intrigued to stop, too aroused. I flipped ahead to another passage. This one was more recent.
Lately, I have been having wild fantasies while having sex with Richard. I never feel more like a woman than when he's inside me, as much as that makes me blush to admit! It's been going even further than that recently. It's like sex with him unhinges my mind, and allows me to think wild, sexual thoughts!
I know it sounds silly, but sometimes I fantasize that I'm a Queen of some sort. I'm blushing as I write this, but I don't care!)
John is my King, and Richard is an invading conqueror.
Richard invades, and defeats John. He has me prepared on our bed. I protest, John protests, but it doesn't matter - Richard is now the ruler.
Richard removes his clothes, and his huge black cock hangs there. He's much, much bigger than John. He knows it. I know it. John knows it. My protest slowly relents as my womanly instincts take hold of my body. This man has defeated my husband. His body, and his cock are much larger than his as well. He is, by every measure, a more masculine and attractive man.
I feel the wetness between my legs, to my initial shame. My husband looks on in horror, but ultimately accepts his fate.
I surrender to Richard, opening my legs, silken fabrics falling to the side and exposing my kitty to him.
John watches as Richard conquers me. His huge cock stretches me out as he invades me, I try to prevent the moans, but its hopeless - it feels too good. The screams echo the room as he fucks me. I wrap my legs around his lower back and surrender to him completely (This is one of my favorite things to do in real life. It's like Richard is the alpha male and I'm latching on to him giving him what's his to take!). The lovemaking is intense, and the three of us know I'm getting fucked better than I ever have by John. He looks on in anguish as my orgasms start to sweep over me.
I cum hard, over and over again, all over Richard's manly cock. I look into my husband’s eyes, my conquered King, as Richard roars, cumming deep inside me!
Obviously once we are out of the bedroom, those ridiculous fantasies fade away. I love and respect John more than any man alive. But in the moment, Richard does something to me, and cuckolding John sends my mind into overdrive. It's like high risk role play, and it's so unbelievably exciting!
Her impossibly erotic diary entry was too much, and I came violently all over myself and our bed.
I leaned back into my pillows, delirious. I couldn't believe how arousing it was to read the naughty thoughts within the mind of my wife. To be honest, a part of me was relieved. In weaker moments I wondered if she ever wanted more out of her relationship with Richard, in really weak moments I wondered if she would leave me. After reading her fantasies though, everything that happened with him in the bedroom, seemed destined to stay in the bedroom. It was strange, but I fell even deeper in love with Kathy after reading her diary that night. I vowed to never open the book again, and quickly tossed it back in her nightstand drawer. Although I did cum to the memory of her erotic description nearly every night until she returned from her trip.