Be Careful What You Wish For: A Cuckold's Story (14 page)

She had Rick
ie
insert a butt plug every night before she went to bed and had moved up to the medium one by Thursday. It took a bit to get it in and she felt very full afterward. She always made him clean them every morning before he left for work. He had to get up early to finish all his new chores.

She had another surpris
e for Rick
ie
Friday night
. When he came home, she informed him not to bother worshiping her pussy, “I’m going out.” She was dressed in a knee-length black pleated skirt and a red blouse. No underwear, of course. Her pussy was already wet.
She had a small overnight bag at her feet.

er

“What?”

“Yes, Bull invited me over to his place. Don’t wait up. I don’t expect to be home until Sunday. I’ve put a list of chores for you on the table.”

“You can’t do that! That wasn’t our deal!”

“Our deal? We had no deal. You asked me to fuck another man and I did. And once I did, I found out what I’ve been missing all these years! You did this to yourself, Rick
ie
.” She smiled. “Besides, I think you kinda like being the sissy boy. You’re still wearing my panties, aren’t you?”

His head dropped down in defeat. “What if something happens to you?”

“You think Bull wo
n’t take good care of me? He’s
very protective.”

“You don’t know what you’re getting into. What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? Maybe
I’ll go
out and meet someone!”

“
You’re not allowed. Anyway, g
ood luck explaining your chastity cage. And if you’re thinking of cutting off
the lock
, you know what will happen if you do.”

With that, she left him standing there, his mouth half-open. She got into her car and followed Bull’s directions to his place. He lived in one of the black neighborhoods,
and
Liz
felt her excitement increase.
All those big black cocks
, she thought
. She pulled in behind Bull’s truck and got out. Immediately, a black man sitting on the porch of the house next door whistled at her. She smiled and waved.

“Damn!” he said. “
Darrell
gets all the white pussy!”

Liz wondered if he had conquered other white housewives. She could imagine that he would have. It made her a little jealous.

She rang the bell and a black man she didn’t know answered the door. He looked a lot like Bull, however
, except younger
, a bit taller,
and with more hair
.

“Hi!” he said brightly. “I’m
Jamal
, Darrell’s brother.”

“Oh, hi!” She shook his hand and stepped into the living room. It was a modest house with a
hardwood floor and
lot of black leather furniture around. Typical bachelor pad.

“Darrell will be right out. He asked me to take your things.”

“Oh, sure.” She handed over her overnight bag and her purse. Briefly, she wondered if
Jamal
might steal her money and
immediately thought
how racist that sounded.
It was a holdover from her upbringing, she realized.

“No,” he said. “I mean, all your things.”

She stared at him. “You mean…?”

“Yes. He wants you naked.”

It was a little scary to be naked in front of this man she had just met. She told herself he was Bull’s brother, so it should be all right.
Jamal
watched her, saying nothing else, until she decided that if that’s what Bull wanted…

She unbuttoned her blouse and felt a flush of embarrassment creep up from her chest into her face. His eyes were on her generous breasts and he whistled when she shrugged the garment from her shoulders
and draped it over a nearby chair
.

“No bra – Darrell will be pleased,” he said.

“This is making me nervous,” she confessed.

“Not to worry.
We’ll
take good care of you.”

She wondered
what exactly he meant by that as her fingers went to her skirt and she missed the button at first because her hands were shaking. She managed it and let the skirt slip to the floor
, leaving her naked
. Liz bent down and grabbed it and handed it and the blouse to
Jamal
.
He whistled at her naked body and it made her feel more slender and desirable. She vowed to lose some weight so she would be worthy of Bull.

“Shoes too.”

She slipped them off and handed them over. 
Jamal
took them and the rest of her stuff and disappeared into the back hallway. Liz stood there, naked and shivering but not from the cold, for several minutes, waiting for someone to return.

Jamal
came back and smiled at her. “Darrell will be right out. Can I get you anything? A beer? Wine?”

“If you have some white wine, I’ll take that.”

“Sure.” He went into the kitchen and returned a few moments later with a juice glass full of wine. “Sorry we don’t have any wine glasses.”

“Maybe that will be on Bull’s – I mean Darrell’s – Christmas list.”

“Oh, don’t worry, he told me his nickname already. I laughed at him, of course.”

“I’ll bet.” She took the glass and had a healthy swig. It was weird, standing there naked and it made her stomach flutter. “So,” she said, just to fill the void, “are you his younger brother or older?”

“Younger. By three years. But we’re real close. We shared everything, growing up.”

There it was again. A subtle hint. Did he mean to share her? It made her knees weak. This wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal, was it? She thought
Rickie
might have been right to worry.

“Here, I’m forgetting my manners. Sit.” He waved at a large black leather couch. She sat, keeping her legs together.

He sat right next to her and immediately put his hand on her bare leg. She stiffened.

“Relax. You’re fine.”

She nodded and took another sip of her drink. She wished Bull would
come out
. She’d feel much better once he was here. “What’s he doing, anyway?”

“Who? Darrell? He’s getting ready. He’s almost done. I’m supposed
to entertain in the meantime
.”

She looked down at his hand, which now traveled up to
an inch from her bare sex. “Just what does he mean by ‘entertain’?”

Jamal
laughed. “Whatever I want. Like I said, Darrell and I are very close.”

His other hand reached out and stroked the side of her breast and she pulled back and nearly spilled her wine. She took another sip and looked down the hall, hoping he’d come out.

“Relax, you’re in good hands.”

“You’re making me very nervous. Can you go get Bull for me?”

“In a minute.” One hand caressed her breast while the other one brushed against her sex and she managed to break his contact for a second while she put her glass down on the coffee table.

“Please. I don’t know you.”

“But I’ve heard all about you.”

“Really? What has he said?”

“He told me about your wimpy husband and how he can’t satisfy you. And that you are hot as a pistol in bed when you have a real man around. Did you know that my cock is larger than Darrell’s? Only by a half-inch, but I’ve lorded it over him ever since we were teen-agers.”

His hands were back now, stroking her, making her hot and nervous. It was a heady combination. She couldn’t imagine Bull wanted her to succumb to her brother. Did he?
The image of Bull’s black cock filled her mind and she tried to picture something even larger and failed. He was plenty large for her.

“Does Bull know you’re doing this?”

“Yes. He does.”

Liz closed her eyes. “So … what? I’m expected to…”

“Yes.”

“I think I want to go home.” She tried to stand.

“No,” he said, one hand pressing down on her shoulder. “Give me a blow job first.”

“Bull!” She shouted. “Bull! I need you!”

“Ha!” he laughed. “Look at you. I know this is new, this part. But think about how lucky you are to have realized that a white man’s cock can’t satisfy a woman. Any woman. Darrell woke you up to that fact. You are becoming a black cock slut and there’s no going back.”

“
That wasn’t the deal.” She sounded like
Rickie
. “I mean, I like Bull. He’s very nice. But you – I don’t know you.”

“But I have a cock that you will learn to love.”

“No! I’m not like that…”

He chuckled. “Not like what? You’re a wife who cheats on her little-dicked husband because he’s not what you need. You need a real man.”

“I need Bull. Not you.”

“Like I said, we’re very close. Look, if you really want to go home, you can. Just give me a blow job first.”

She hesitated, looking down the hallway and then looking down at the bulge in his pants. Her pussy told her
to go for it. Her mind said
,
get the hell out. She hoped
Bull
would come
out to rescue her. She bit her lip.

“It’s just a blow job,” he said, unbuckling his pants and pulling out his monster of a cock. She stared at it and found her mouth beginning to water. “That’s all.”

She couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to
be exclusive to
Bull, but if Bull told
Jamal
he could have a blow job, who was she to defy him
?
“You sure Bull is okay with this?”

“Sure. You can ask him yourself when he comes out.”

“I’d feel more comfortable if he told me himself.”

“You can take my word for it.”

His hand snaked around her neck and gave her gentle pressure. She  found herself bending down toward his cock. It was magnificent. Black and hard and sexy. Her mouth opened and she took the tip inside.

“Ohh, yes, that’s sweet,” he said.

He was clean, tasting faintly of soap, and she began to take more than the tip inside.
Jamal
let go of her neck and
leaned back, giving her more room and she licked at his shaft, trying to see if she could fit it all in her mouth as she had done for Bull many times. Her pussy fairly gushed with
desire as she took more and more of him into her throat.
It made her realize just how much of a slut she had become in the last few weeks.

“Oh, that’s good,” he said. “Keep doing that.”

Suddenly, the front door burst open and Bull was standing there, a twelve-pack of beer under one arm. Liz pulled back in shock and blurted, “Bull! He said you were in the bedroom! He said you said it was okay!”

Bull just shook his head. “This is what happens when a black cock slut sees
Jamal
,” he shrugged. “They just can’t resist him.”

Jamal
grinned. “You’ve got a
woman
who’s hot as a pistol, brother. You interrupted something special.”

He reached out to
push
Liz’s head back
to his cock
but she resisted and stood up. “Bull, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be. My brother and I are very close. We share sluts all the time.”

“I’m not a slut!” Both brothers laughed. “I mean, I’m only for you, Bull.”

“Like hell. Let me see.” He put the beer down on the coffee table and reached between her legs and stroked her. She was very wet and it was obvious she was aroused. He held his wet fingers up for her to see. “You’ve gone this far, teasing my little brother, you might as well go all the way.” He
pulled her to her feet
and bent her over at the waist, presenting her bottom to
Jamal
.

She was shocked. “Bull!” She tried to wiggle away and he slapped her bottom, hard, stunning her into silence. She felt
Jamal
’s cock rubbing against her wet slit and she tried to get away again. Bull said to
Jamal
, “Give me your belt.”

Liz heard it slip from the brother’s pants and gasped. “No!”

The belt cracked down on her ass and she jumped. “I want you to be nice to my little brother. He’s all I’ve got in the world.” Crack!

“Okay! Okay! I was startled, that’s all.”

“I know. You thought I’d be jealous, right?”

“Right! I was embarrassed to be caught like that.”

She had settled down but Bull did not release his grip on her. When she felt
Jamal
’s cock
again, she didn’t try to fight, she just widened her stance.
It
barged its way
in and she felt like such a slut. That was before the orgasm started to build within her. It shocked her that her body could betray her like that. She made a sound in her throat and Bull released her and let her put her hands on the couch for support. He watched as his brother fucked her to an orgasm.
Jamal
was right – he was bigger.