Cuckold Story

Ah, my lover Ben! He makes me do the nastiest things
things I never thought I would ever find myself doing.

Just the thought of him can get me wet no matter
where I am or what I'm doing. He's cruel and he teases
me and has the dirtiest mind in the world, but I can't
resist him and he can make me do anything he wants. I'm
crazy for him.

When I married my husband Phil, I thought he would be
all the man I would ever need. Phil is handsome and
trim and has a nice big cock and knows how to use it.

We always had a great sex life.

Who would ever have thought some macho stranger would
come along and dominate both of us!

It all started when Phil and I went on vacation to a
remote little island resort in the Bahamas. The island
is so tiny that there's only one hotel and miles of
beach with no one on it.

**

On the first afternoon, Phil and I were lying out on a
blanket on the beach. I was wearing an ultra-brief
bikini something I'd never have worn at home in
public.

Phil was wearing a tight-fitting bright white swim suit
and his cock looked very inviting outlined against the
crotch of it.

At one point, we got into an argument about something
(I don't even remember what.) I got up and stormed off,
telling him I needed to take a walk and cool off.

It made me especially mad because I had been in the
mood for sex all day and had been looking forward to
getting royally fucked. Now it was looking rather
unlikely.

What a waste of a romantic setting.

So anyway, there I was walking down the beach, turned-
on and frustrated when I came around a corner and
almost tripped over the most gorgeous hunk of man
you've ever seen. He was lying on a gigantic, oversize
towel, wearing nothing but a very brief pair of jockey
shorts. He was strong and muscular, like a football
player and he just exuded arrogant confidence. And
there was the hugest bulge in the front of those shorts
I had ever seen.

Far from being self-conscious about being discovered in
his underpants, he sort of leered at me and "adjusted"
himself, tucking himself more snugly into those briefs
and looking me up and down in a flagrantly lustful way.
His sexy blue eyes seemed to look right through me. He
invited me to join him on the big beach towel,
obviously flirting with me, and to my amazement, I sat
down with him.

Maybe it was the fact that I was mad at Phil and was
feeling sexual and a little adventurous, but I started
flirting back. He said he had heard there was another
couple checked in and said the hotel clerk had told him
we were the only three guests on the island that day.

The more we talked the more strangely turned on I
started to feel. He told me his name was Ben and he was
alone. I told him I'd had a fight with my husband.
(What made me tell him that?) And he said Phil must be
crazy to let a hot-looking woman like me walk off in
that sweet, revealing bikini.

A little erotic shiver ran through me to have such a
powerful, sexy man looking at me that way.

I have no idea how it happened but suddenly we were
making out the sand under the towel and the sun above
us warming our bodies, I couldn't believe I was letting
him kiss me, but man could he kiss! Tingles were
running all through me. He had a two-day beard and it
tickled my face as he moved his mouth back and forth
from my mouth to my neck, gently nibbling my skin.

After he had me half crazy with desire, he leaned his
face in close to my ear and whispered, "Take your top
off. I want to see those tits!" I was thrilled by the
authority he said it with.

"I can't," I breathed. "I'm married."

He grinned at me "You heard me," he said. "Take it off
and show me your breasts."

"But what if my husband should come looking for me and
see us?"

He laughed a robust laugh. "You let me handle your
hubby," he said. I was intrigued by what he could mean
by that. "Now bare those tits for me."

And incredibly, I unfastened the bikini bra and proudly
exposed my breasts for him.

He looked at them with such passionate hunger it took
my breath away. "Oh man!" he said. "I have to kiss
those babies."

And with that, he laid me back onto the towel and
started tonguing them. It was sooo-ooo thrilling. I
started moaning and sighing.

Then his hand was suddenly down inside the waistband of
my bikini bottoms and he was rubbing my pussy with an
expertise I had never imagined a man capable of. Don't
get me wrong, I loved the way Phil stroked me, but this
guy was astonishing. He really knew what he was doing.

And all the time he had me moaning and sighing, he
teased me about how wet I was. "You've never had it
played with like this have you?"

"No," I admitted, despite myself.

And soon, my bikini bottoms were on the sand along side
my top, beside the towel. He had me totally nude and
started kissing me all over my body.

"What if Phil comes along and sees us?" I said.

He leaned up and whispered to me. "You deserve to be
satisfied," he said. "Your hubby's a fool for letting
you wander away. He deserves what he gets. If he comes
along, I'm going to punish him for letting you off the
leash."

I can't explain why those words got me so excited.
Maybe it was because I really WANTED Phil to pay for
upsetting me as he had, or maybe it was the fact that I
didn't want this magic to stop as Ben expertly rubbed
my clit and slid his fingers inside me.

But I found myself suddenly laughing, knowing
instinctively that Ben could indeed handle Phil and
protect me from any jealous wrath he might be provoked
to by the sight of seeing us.

"What would you do to him?" I asked, hardly believing
the words had escaped my mouth.

"I'll take him down in the sand, strip his little
trunks off and spank his ass for you," he said.

Suddenly I couldn't get my breath. The image of Phil
helpless over this powerful man's lap, getting his
tight, sexy buns slapped red for neglecting me, drove
me to a new level of erotic stimulation.

"And what's more," Ben said, "If you don't give me some
serious satisfaction, I'm going to do the same with
you."

Right then I knew I was powerless. I was going to be
his slave for as long as he wanted me.

And in fact, I knew that Phil and I were both going to
wind up serving this masculine tough guy until he gave
us permission to leave.

And with that, he ordered me to slide his jockey shorts
off. I obeyed, wasting no time at all. He lay back and
thrust his pelvis up and I slid them off, exposing the
biggest cock I have ever seen. It stood straight up
hard and strong, and his powerful balls hung
majestically down between his legs.

I sucked in my breath at the sheer size of him and how
incredibly "ready" he was.

"Take it in your hands," he said. And indeed, he really
meant hands (plural). It was so big it took both hands
to hold it.

"Now reach down and pick up that suntan oil and grease
it up for me."

I picked up the clear Coppertone oil and greased him
from the bottom of that amazing shaft all the way up to
the head.

"Yeah," he said "That's it jack me good."

He made me vary the pace, calling out "faster" and
"slower" and making me accommodate his wishes. I found
myself laughing and shivering at the same time as I
altered the tempo, working his enormous dick according
to his commands. I was absolutely amazed by the size of
it and delighted at the feel of it in my hands.

"Now give me some head," he told me.

"Oh I shouldn't," I said, knowing full well I was going
to obey him. I was only resisting to see what he would
do. He responded by grabbing my arm and pulling me over
his lap. He gave my bare ass five hard smacks that
stung like crazy.

"How dare you resist me," he said, playfully spanking
me. And he gave me five more. "This is what you're
going to get every time you hesitate when I tell you to
do something that pleasures me," he said.

And he continued to redden my bottom for about ten
minutes, pausing now and then to reach between my legs
and tickle my asshole and my pussy with his fingers.

When he finished, I was more than ready to give him
what he wanted.

I knelt between his legs with my poor spanked ass
thrust up to the sun and started sucking that amazing
prick. At first, I could barely fit it in my mouth. But
as I kept at it, the joy of sucking him more than made
up for the slight discomfort, and before long, I was
having the time of my life. I kept applying the
Coppertone to sort of lube him for me.

The taste of the cocoanut oil, the warm sun on my bare
ass, and the feel of that stud's gigantic dick in my
mouth was making me go crazy. As I sucked that big
thing, I kept my right hand on the immense shaft of it,
and with my left, I found myself bouncing his strong,
heavy balls up and down.

All at once, I heard a familiar voice say, "What the
fuck is this!!?"

And I looked up and there was Phil, still in his brief
trunks, standing at the foot of the towel, gaping at
us.

"What are you doing?" he asked me, his mouth open in
amazement.

Ben answered for me. "Don't ask the lady to talk with
her mouth full," he said, "It's rude."

"Get your hands off my woman," Phil demanded.

"She's not your woman man. She's mine. I own this
woman."

By this time I had stopped sucking Ben but still had
his balls in my hand. I could feel them getting bigger
with the promise of male-to-male combat. It was all so
primal and a****l two lusty males competing for a
female. I should have felt a little concern for Phil's
safety. But I was feeling chills run all through my
body. It was unbelievably exciting to be the object of
this age-old dynamic.

"Who the hell are you?" Phil demanded.

"I'm your new master, pal, and I'm hers too."

"Get your hands off her," Phil said.

And then, things happened so fast I could barely follow
it.

Ben was instantly on his feet and before I knew it, he
had Phil down on the ground, his bare stomach and chest
against the warm sand. Ben handled him effortlessly.
With his left hand, he held Phil's hair keeping him in
place.

With his right, he easily and quickly stripped off
those bright white trunks, baring his ass.

He looked up and winked at me, all the time pressing
Phil's face into the sand not enough to really hurt
him but hard enough to let him know who the dominant
male was.

"Let me up," Phil demanded, spitting some sand out with
the words.

Ben only laughed. "I'll let you up when I'm good and
ready," he said. "Now thrust that cute little rear of
yours up for me."

Phil struggled for a few moments, but it was pretty
clear he was resisting in vain.

Reluctantly, he obeyed, raising his cute butt up and
pushing it out. I swear I don't know what got into me
but I actually laughed despite myself. I had never
imagined that I would see my strong hubby so completely
controlled by another man.

"Good boy," Ben said, laughing again. "Now you better
keep it up for me while I teach you a lesson about
arguing with your woman and leaving her alone in this
romantic place."

And with that he knelt behind Phil and started to go to
town on that sweet bare ass.

He alternated hands, left, right, left, right beating
his fanny like bongos. For some reason, I found it
unbelievably sexy.

Every once in a while, Phil would try to squirm away
but Ben would reach down, grab his balls and pull him
back in place.

Soon Phil was begging him to stop.

All worries that I would have to face the consequences
of my "indiscretion" were completely gone, replaced by
a thrilling curiosity about what this macho stud was
going to make us do.

"Please stop," Phil said.

Ben gave him one more hard spank with the open palm of
his right hand, "Okay," he told Phil. "Are you are
going to do what I say?"

"Yes," Phil said.

In a final show of dominance, he made Phil bend his leg
and Ben put his white trunks between the toes of Phil's
right foot and wave them like a surrender flag.

I laughed so hard I could hardly get my breath.

"The two of you are mine for this whole weekend," Ben
said. "I might make both of you suck my cock. I might
make you fuck and watch while you do. I might make the
two of you trade off kissing my ass. I may even fuck
both of your cute asses. But for this whole weekend the
two of you are going to cater to my every sexual whim.
You got that?"

And we got it!