Be Careful What You Wish For: A Cuckold's Story (16 page)

“Sure. Anytime a black man fuck
s
the daylights out of a white woman, we gotta protect ourselves. The po-po don’t tend to believe us.”

Rick was stunned. He had no response.

“So you go ahead and call the cops. The tape will become public record. Maybe it will wind up on the Internet.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Not if you behave yoursel
f
.” With that, he opened the door and went out, leaving Rick standing there like a fool. Darrell came back a second later and stuck his head in the door. “You wearing your panties?”

Rick froze, embarrassed, his eyes darting around, afraid someone might’ve heard.
“Uh…”

“Don’t make me check now.”

“Yeah.”

Darrell laughed and left.

Tuesday, he got a call from Darrell around ten
-thirty
. He dreaded what he wanted. “Yo, man, I need you here at the site on Central Avenue. I need you to cover for me.”

“Haven’t you done enough to her? She’s barely recovered!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Now hurry
or I won’t send you any pictures!” He hung up.

This time, Rick didn’t bother telling the boss. He told his secretary he had to go out to a job site and to have all calls sent to his cell phone and left, cursing his luck as he headed to the site. Making him cover for him while he fucked Liz was cruel, but it did reinforce the fact that Darrell owned him. And Liz.

He pulled up just before eleven and Darrell waved and jumped into his truck. He spent another hour helping the men manhandle fences and he was sweaty and tired by the time he returned to the office. He got just one photo for his efforts – a shot of Liz with Bull’s cock halfway down her throat. The caption read:
I’m taking it easy on her.

That night, as soon as he got home and saw the look on her face, he nearly hugged her before he remembered he wasn’t allowed to touch her. He stepped close and said, “Are you all right?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. He was very gentle.”

“Really? You look all worn out. I think you’ve even lost some weight.”

She smiled. “Thanks for noticing. I have.”

Rick didn’t mean it in a good way. He decided not to pursue it.
“Did he fuck you?”

She
shook her head
. “
Not this time. I started my period
.”

“Oh!” he said, grateful that she wasn’t pregnant by her bulls. “So you just sucked him off?”

She tossed her head. “I don’t have to tell you what all we did.”

“But… I’m your husband! That was the deal!”

“I know you love to hear the details, but I don’t feel like it now.”

It was a slap in the face and after he had tried to be nice. “Fuck, he can have you, then.”

“I thought you liked being a cuckold.”

“Yeah, as a fantasy, it was hot, sure. But now, seeing you like this. You aren’t the girl I married.”

“Thank god. She was a
drone
.
A repressed
drone
.
”

“You aren’t a
drone
with me!”

“That’s because
I didn’t know any better
.
I didn’t know what I was missing until you pushed me into it. You were feeling bad because you knew your dick was kinda small, so you wanted me to fuck a big cock. This was your fantasy.
Now
you have to understand that I want more of what I’ve been getting
. A
nd you’re going to be the cuckolded sissy boy.
You can’t have one without the other.”

Rick wondered if she was right. Most of the stories he read did involve a weak husband who just watched and didn’t interfere. Maybe that’s what he really wanted to be.
Yet he
seemed to be resisting it and wasn’t sure why.

He shook his head. “Okay, let’s say you have a point…”

She laughed and said, “You’re wearing panties, for
pete
’s sake!”

“Okay, okay. Let’s say I’m a big sissy who likes watching
a big black man fuck his wife. But that doesn’t mean I want to see you degraded, made to do any nasty thing they can think up! What about the dangers?”

“Bull protects me,” she said, shrugging.

“What if he makes you fuck those neighbors, like he threatened to? You wanna get AIDS or something?”

“He wouldn’t let that happen. They’d have to use condoms.”

Rick thought he had heard it all, but this was too much. “So you expect to do that? Fuck a bunch of guys?”

“Black guys. With big dicks. Yes, if he wanted me to, I would.”

Rick shook his head.
He had to get away to think.
“I’ve heard enough. I’m going out for a while.”

“What about dinner?”

“Fix your own damn dinner!” He stormed out and drove to a bar. He was on his second scotch and feeling a bit better about himself when he got a text. It was from Bull.

Go home.

Or what? he texted back.

Or I come get your wife and make her live with me.

The threat was very real and he knew it. He stood up, finished his drink and drove home.

Thursday, he half-expected Bull to call him and tell him to cover for him again, but he didn’t. Eleven o’clock came and went and he breathed a sigh of relief.
It was probably because Liz was still on her period. That warm thought lasted
until he got a text with a photo and eleven-forty-five.

It was a picture of Liz, on all fours
, her face turned back toward the lens,
and a black cock was half way into her ass. He stared, not believing how that big
cock could fit. No wonder she had asked him to use the largest plug on her! The caption read:
Jamal
says hi!

So both men were taking advantage of her
, period or not
. And they would be coming over for the weekend Friday! He had no idea what he could do to stop it.
So why did his cock try to get hard just thinking about it?

Chapter Ten

Liz was more worried about
Rickie
than herself on Friday. She figured she could handle anything they came up with, but
Rickie
was a different story. They could really humiliate him without half trying. She had enjoyed Domming him to a point, but he was still
seemed to be struggling with how Bull and
Jamal
had taken her over
.
He saw it as abuse, she saw it as embracing her inner slut.
Maybe he really didn’t want to go all the way down the cuckold road. She would have to talk to Bull and see if they would take it easy on him this weekend.

She spent the day on edge, thinking about what was to come. She worried about silly things, like how the three of them would all fit in their queen-sized bed. They were all big men and she might get squashed in the middle. At least at Bull’s house, he had a California king bed. Of course, she didn’t sleep much. Either one or the other one was at her all night long.

Rickie
had been a wreck this morning. She didn’t ask him to give her oral sex.
Her period had diminished, but it hadn’t ended. It should by Saturday
.

Rickie
had asked her what
Jamal
did and
she just said, “He likes my ass.
” Said it was tighter than her pussy. Not surprising, considering how
many times those big cocks had stretched her out. He promised her he’d take her ass every time he saw her and she wasn’t exactly looking forward to it. Not unless they warmed her up first.
Then they could do anything they wanted to.

She puttered about the house, cleaning up for their guests, and later ran out to buy more groceries. She had two extra men to feed.
She had on a dress most of the day with no underwear – Bull had made her take a picture of herself with her hem lifted – but she planned to put on something nice for her boys later. That’s how she had come to think of them – her boys.
Rickie
was her husband, but her boys were her lovers.

Rickie
didn’t understand the power they held over her. She felt swept away and it wasn’t a bad feeling. It was an ownership. A belonging. Whenever she was around Bull or his brother, she felt loved. More loved than she had ever felt with
Rickie
. Oh, sure, he loved her, in his own way, but it was muted and distant compared to the love her boys showed her. It was rough around the edges, to be sure. It even scared her sometimes, but it was a real and powerful love. And she loved them back as well.

Now she understood the phrase, “When you go black, you never go back.” It’s not just the size of their dicks, which are massive, it’s also the way they make love to a woman. Completely. They force a woman to open up and abandon herself to them. They explore every nook and cranny of
her
libido. Any secret fetish or desire is laid bare. Those
private
thoughts she had when she was
in high school
or something naughty and exciting a boyfriend
– or girlfriend –
did in
college
?
They were all brought out in the open and ta
ken to the extreme until her orgasms turned her inside out.
She could not hide her true self from them. They knew her better than her husband knew her. Hell, they knew her better than her gynecologist did!

She checked her watch. They would be here by seven.
Rickie
was expected home by five-thirty. She thought about having him leave her here alone, but she knew he’d never do that. He was loyal to the end. Even if it meant humiliation at the hands of her lovers.

She called Bull around five, not able to stand it.

“Hey, baby! Nice to hear from you. You getting all ready for us?”

“Uh, yeah, Bull.
I’m still on my period, though.”

“Don’t worry about it – you got plenty of other ways to make love to us.”

She shivered. “Okay.
But there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Sure, baby, sure. What’s up?”

“It’s about
Rickie
. I’m not sure
he’s ready for all this.”

“Oh,
I disagree
. I don’t think you know him as well as you think. You just watch and see. This weekend will tell. You’ve already se
en him do many sissy boy things
.”

“I’m just worried about him, that’s all.”

“Leave it to me. I can read him pretty well. Don’t worry, we won’t be too rough on the boy. Not any rougher than he can handle.” With that, he hung up, leaving Liz feeling less than satisfied with his answer.

* * *

Rick sat in his car, his laptop braced against the steering wheel, and
uploaded
the video feed from
Jamal
’s visit to his wife Thursday.
He had managed to pull the flash drive from the camera unit in the bedroom while Liz had been in the bathroom. He used his lunch hour to see what happened. It was the reason he started all of this – he wanted to be there, damnit! Bull was taking advantage of both of them by fucking her whenever he wanted to.
And now his brother too?

He watched as the camera jerked to start with them already in the room, talking, although
there was no sound on the recording
. They were standing close and Liz was being felt up by
Jamal
, his hands roaming everywhere. Rick could see it made her hot. In seconds, she was naked while
Jamal
remained fully dressed. Liz rubbed his cock through his pants and seemed to be asking for it.
Jamal
roughly pushed her on the bed and climbed up over her. She seemed to want to talk more, but he wasn’t interested in what she had to say. He rolled her over and spanked her bottom with his bare hand, leaving red marks. Liz jerked and cried out silently and Rick felt like a chump for not being there to help her.

A bit later, he pulled her to a sitting position and stood over her on the bed and made her unzip him and take his big cock into her mouth. It barely fit. He could see tears streaming down her face.
Jamal
took some shots with his cell phone of her degradation. He was amazed at how roughly
the man
treated her. He moved her into position and slapped her if she didn’t move fast enough. Yet she seemed to relish the treatment. He could see she changed from Liz, his wife, to a new personality. A
whore
. 
She presented her ass to him and he took it.
She
seemed to love
being treated
like a slut. The sex was rough and
raw and it made Rick realize, for the first time, the hold
Jamal
had on her.
He could never treat her that way – their dynamic was already set. Plus, he didn’t have the equipment.

He was beginning to understand why Liz craved Bull and why she would allow Bull to give her to his brother to
fuck
as well. She had told him she couldn’t refuse him, but that wasn’t exactly right. Her inner slut couldn’t refuse him. Liz was nowhere to be found.

Watching her, he began to understand himself better. He too had an inner slut, only his allowed some submissive behaviors that he otherwise would reject out of hand. Why would he allow himself to be manipulated into wearing this cage? Why would he be so turned on to suck another man’s
cum
out of his wife’s pussy? Why would he let Bull thrust his cock into his mouth? It
wasn’t just about power exchange
, it was about letting his inner slut out and yes,
that persona
was submissive and it that included some homosexual activities, that was fine with him.

He watched as
Jamal
entered his wife
’s ass
, really pounding into her.
So much for “going easy on her,” he thought. But Liz was clearly enjoying herself.
Whenever
he could see her face over
Jamal
’s thrusting
torso
, she looked like she was in another world. A completely sexual world.

Maybe he should learn to let go of his “Rick” persona and embrace his inner slut
– his “Rickie” –
just to see how it felt. He could always go back to Rick on Monday.

It promised to be an interesting weekend.

* * *

They arrived promptly at seven and Liz was
still
worried about
Rickie
. He had come home in a stran
ge mood and didn’t seem overly concerned
about their visit, not like earlier in the week. She had been dreading watching her two lovers beat up on
Rickie
, but he seemed sanguine about it.

Bull came in and, as usual, he took over. He grabbed her and immediately stripped her, saying, “I want my sluts to be naked! You hear me?”

She was instantly contrite, saying, “Sorry, Bull, I’m sorry. I was distracted!”
In seconds, she had her dress off and was trying to appease him by dropping to her knees and sucking on his cock.

Jamal
and
Rickie
looked each other over like a wolf looks at a rabbit.
Rickie
was wearing his regular clothes and
Jamal
said, “You got your panties on, sissy boy?”
Rickie
just nodded.

“Well, then, let’s see ‘em!”

Rickie
began to strip in front of the man, who was about five inches taller and thirty pounds heavier. Liz
, when she wasn’t staring at Bull’s cock,
could see he was being submissive as well.
Tonight,
Rickie
had on his pink panties.

Jamal
delighted in examining
Rickie
’s panties and made him pull the front panel down so he could see the cock cage. Apparently, he’d never seen one before. It wasn’t in the realm of his thinking, for a man to allow himself to be locked up like that. “Man, are you a man or a woman?” he asked
him
.
Rickie
just mumbled a reply.

“Why aren’t you wearing your stockings?” Bull asked
, tearing his eyes away from Liz on her knees in front of him.

“Uhh…”

Jamal laughed. “You got him to wear stockings? This is gotta see!”

Rickie slunk away to the bedroom and rolled on his white stockings. He came back and endured the hooting and pointing at his expense.

“You look like a girl,” Jamal said. He
stepped up close to him. “I’m a gonna fuck your wife
next
, but I need to get my dick hard. You help me out?”

Rickie
kept his eyes on the floor.

Jamal
slapped him across the face and said, “Maybe you didn’t unnerstan’ me. Get down on your knees and suck my cock,
white boy
!”

Rickie
was down immediately and unzipped
Jamal
’s pants and had his cock out in seconds. His eyes went wide when he saw it. Liz had to stop slurping on Bull’s dick to watch.

“You like looking at my brother’s big dick?” Bull asked.

She just nodded.

Bull smiled. “I think
Rickie
is worried he might cream his panties, seeing a dick that big.”

Liz watched
Rickie
to see what he would do. It wasn’t like he was used to sucking cocks
.
He had only done it with Bull when he had gotten all riled up. Now here was
Jamal
, asking for it as part of their introduction!

* * *

But Rick
ie
didn’t hesitate – or maybe he was too afraid to disobey.
Plus, he knew it turned his wife on to watch him.
He took that huge cock and licked the tip, using extra saliva to make it easier for it to fit into his wife’s
ass. He knew that would be Jamal’s target
.

Jamal
smiled as
Rickie
suck
ed
his cock.
He wasn’t gay, but he liked the power of it.
It made him hard.
After a few minutes, he pushed
Rickie
aside and came over to Liz and pulled her up to her feet, her face still bent over and attached to Bull’s cock.
There was some lube she had left out on the coffee table and
Jamal
squirted a generous amount on his cock and around her asshole. He
rubbed her
ass
with the head of his dick a few times and
pushed it
right in. Liz
groaned,
widened her stance and adjusted her back to better accommodate him and returned her attention to Bull.