Here’s another update from Cuckold couple Emma and Scott. Always great to hear from you guys.
Big changes here. Em has become her black lover’s submissive. First time she’s ever acknowledged submissive tendencies. Thought you and your wide readership might enjoy. Feel free to post.
Good For The Goose
I was in the kitchen pouring a cup of coffee when Em returned from a jaunt to the local hardware store. She’s been caught up with building a coop for our new chickens and has been complaining about how expensive and time consuming it had become. As an aside, she mentioned that Darius was coming over in the evening. “That should lift your spirits,” I said, hopefully. “Maybe,” she said.
Then she asked if I’d help her move the coop to its final location on the upper terrace of our backyard. Even though I don’t have the right to refuse, I appreciate that she couched a command as a request.
We started talking about an assortment of other things and it only occurred to me after I was on my own again how routine it’s become for my wife’s lover to pay a visit. There was a time when such an event would have had us all aflutter with anticipation. But after all these years, my cuckolding has become a fixture in our life and the both of us have learned to manage our underlying emotions.
To great measure, we owe this to the patience and persistence of Darius, who didn’t let us drift too far during the years that Em was preoccupied with school. Now that she’s about to embark on an additional degree program, I suspect that she’ll make time in her busy schedule for him so that the drift between them won’t occur again. They have more invested in each other now and that makes everything easier.
There was a time, when we were first exploring cuckolding, when we would never know if a guy – even a guy we knew – would show up. We always had to have some sort of backup plan just in case. In the years that Darius has been seeing Em, the only time he couldn’t make it was due to an illness and then called to apologize. A gentleman.
It’s because of this history between them and the trust he’s built with her that she was willing to be his submissive. One has to factor in also that I am currently of no value to her for penetrative sex. Even though it’s been years since that was a major concern for her, the fact that my paltry appendage as a last ditch mode of satisfaction was available must have given her a sense of security. But now, with me basically impotent, Darius is the real man in her sex life and she is careful to give him his due.
Just before he arrived, I asked Em if I could watch and take pictures. “No,” she said. “Been there, done that. You can watch quietly and play with yourself if you don’t bother us. And no cumming, understand?”
We’re trying to define who we are now, something more polyamorous but kinky, lifestyle more than intermittent scenes. I understood her position but still felt a letdown at not being allowed to record things. Darius had commented recently to Em that sex for me has become getting to watch and take pictures… and then he laughed. He’d made his point and I appreciated the humiliation of it.
Though usually punctual, he texted shortly in advance that he was running late and this extra time ramped up our anticipation. Em was looking good all made up, in a black corset, pussy shaved. I had taken a cialis earlier, hoping to encourage some life into my little thing. I felt arousal but there was nothing going on down below. I wanted more than anything to drop to my knees and lick her pussy but didn’t want to give her an excuse to laugh at me.
When he arrived, it was clear that he intended to give his Dominance greater expression than he had so far. He was dressed in jeans and a snug t-shirt that showed off his buff physique to great effect. He dropped his black leather toy bag and told me to take it to the bedroom. Then he took my wife in his arms, kissed her, and spun her around so he could squeeze her tits and alternately nibble the nape of her neck and whisper into her ear. I stood off outside the doorway so that I wouldn’t disturb them but, after she began moaning, I couldn’t help but peek. He had her lying across his lap and was invading her pussy with his fingers. “Come here, boi. Get down there and get my bitch’s pussy and ass nice and wet for me.” As I hurried to comply, a rush of gratitude possessed me. He knows my hot buttons well and was offering me a share of the pleasure and, at the same time, reinforcing the pecking order.
Eventually they made their way back to the bedroom and he ordered her up on the bed with her ass in the air. I was told to get a couple of implements from our own assortment. I know that Em isn’t used to being on the receiving end and I looked for items that I felt would be milder. When I passed him a leather paddle and a riding crop, she didn’t seem very impressed with my choices and snapped that she’d get even. But he told her to shut up… which she did. A wise choice, given the circumstances.
As he began to warm her derrière, I noticed our camera on the computer desk. I knew that if I took any pictures I’d be disobeying her and I had to weigh that against an opportunity to photograph her in a more submissive role than I was accustomed to seeing, something that we both would value after the fact. I couldn’t help myself and snapped it up and took a few furtive pictures. As the evening progressed, I continued to work away, emboldened by her inattention to me and my efforts. I was much impressed by her stoicism. He was really going after her, explaining that he was disappointed in her inability to come to his house more often and service his cock with her mouth. Eventually, she snarled at me to stop taking pictures to which he responded that I should continue to take photos and that she should, for a second time, shut up.
We were in completely new territory. This was the first time he had ever countermanded an order she had given me and I chose, in the moment, to obey him as it appeared to me he was the one who was actually in charge. Her sudden silence seemed to confirm the chain of command.
In time, he had her suck his cock while he whipped her and, when he felt she was primed for more pleasurable diversions, had her help him out of his clothes. He climbed onto the bed and held her close, whispering what must have been endearments given how she melted into him.
Over the next hour, he took full advantage of her mouth and pussy, commenting to me that this was the way a man fucked a woman. After satisfying himself with those holes, he lubed and loosened her sphincter with his fingers and with a glass dildo she had thoughtfully left on her dresser. He finished her off with the rough ass fucking she had obviously been angling for and, before he came, he sneered at me and pointed out that she seemed pretty tame now. He asked her for confirmation of that and then thrust fast and hard, finally sinking deep into her and growling as he came.
Afterwards, I excused myself and closed the door allowing them some private time and aftercare. When he was gone, Em and I sipped margaritas and talked. She told me that she hadn’t enjoyed the intensity of the whipping. I told her that I didn’t enjoy pain either but that somehow receiving it usually drove my erotic pleasure by triggering endorphins. She acknowledged that she found the set up arousing and that she had very much enjoyed herself sexually and found the new territory interesting. As she put it, why do the same old stuff forever without deviating. She finished her comments with an acerbic and cryptic, “You boys.” Her reference, I believe, was to how Byzantine male sexual scenarios can be.
Today she got even with me, using the same crop and paddle, though with less severity than I probably deserved. Then she cuffed my right wrist to the bedpost and ordered me to jack off with my free hand, the one I’m not accustomed to use for this activity.
“I don’t want you to enjoy it too much,” she said. “But I want you to jack off daily as a form of therapy for your pathetic little weenie. I want it to be able to get hard again. It’s more fun to deny it when it gets hard.”
When I began pumping it, she remarked that even if it recovers it won’t ever again be allowed in her pussy. At that prodding, I abruptly came. As my Big O subsided, the little guy suddenly twitched and stood up momentarily before returning to it’s more familiar limpness. Encouraging as that is, he still isn’t getting to any useful tumescence and clearly his timing is way the fuck off.
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Submitted by: Cuck Hubby Scott