Marriage Experiment Gone Wrong (4 page)

I didn’t understand what he was saying at first. I was too busy staring at her naked body as if seeing it for the first time. But when she flopped onto her back and spread her legs, I got it. I nodded at Marcus and dove in.

Now, I’ve never been much of an oral sex guy. I’ve done it several times, but it’s not my go-to strategy. But this time, with my cock locked up and being allowed to be so close to Diane, I was eager to please. I licked her like this was my last pussy. She began to moan and wiggle under me. Just when I thought I was going to bring her off, Marcus grabbed my shoulder and roughly pulled me off.

“That’s enough. Now git.”

I slunk back to my chair. He growled, “I
mean, git!” He jerked his thumb at the door.

“But… I’m supposed to watch!”

“You did watch. Now get out of here before I get mad.” I had never seen Marcus like that before. I hurried out of the room, my mind spinning. It wasn’t fair! I was angry and a bit afraid. I hung around the door, determined to watch when they weren’t looking.

I got my chance about fifteen minutes later when I heard that rhythmic rattling of the bed
frame again. I cracked open the door and peered in. Marcus had Diane’s legs up on his shoulders and he was bent into it, really putting it to her! I could see his cock going in and out and I noticed something different – he wasn’t wearing a condom!

I almost burst in, but I didn’t want to get him mad. I made a mental note to ask Diane about it later. What was she thinking? Didn’t she worry about diseases? Hell, she was only forty-four – she still could get pregnant if she wasn’t careful!

He bellowed and I could tell he was coming inside her. I felt an irrational anger, tempered by my fear of him. The cock cage only made my feelings of inadequacy worse because it would not allow the arousal I felt. I closed the door and moved away, wondering how my life had gotten so fucked up.

I wasn’t able to confront Diane until the next day, a Saturday. I had been made to sleep in the guest room, although Marcus had left around eleven. I made coffee and brought it to her about eight in the morning, because I knew she’d appreciate it. I hoped to confront her about not using a condom once I had her in a good mood.

Instead, she distracted me. “Oh, honey, thanks. You’re so sweet,” she said, taking a sip.

“How do you feel?” I asked, just as a warm up to what I really wanted to talk about.

“I’m good.
A little sore.” She looked up at me with those pretty blue eyes and said, “It would really help me if you would gently lick me a little bit.” She put her coffee down on the nightstand.

I was surprised –
except for that brief period when we were waiting for the cock cage, she had ceased to express interest in me now that Marcus was around. I was eager to please her. I admit, in that moment, I didn’t think about how much of Marcus might still be inside her. I just nodded and pushed away the covers and went down on her. Once I tasted her, I could tell immediately she was still covered in his semen, inside and out. I wanted to pull back but Diane gently held my head to her pussy and cooed, “Oh, honey, that feels so good. Be a dear.”

How could I refuse?

I pushed down my feelings of distaste and gently licked her, moving my tongue around the folds of her skin, enjoying the privilege of being allowed to be so close to her again. She kept on encouraging me, telling me how good it felt and what a good husband I was.

I got over the feeling that I was tasting Marcus when I heard her say, “Oh!” and I knew she was feeling an orgasm approaching. I redoubled my efforts, thinking that if I couldn’t make love to her with my cock, I could at least do it with my tongue.

I spent several minutes pleasuring her, being gentle and yet insistent. She would direct me away from her clit now and then and had me lick her skin around her pussy, which tasted of Marcus as well. After a while, she allowed me to settle in and really work on her clit. I listened as her voice quivered and rose and I felt like a man again.

When she came, I felt a squirt of something viscous hit my tongue and I immediately spat it out on the bed, knowing it was a big hunk of Marcus’s seed, still inside her. She came down from her high and looked at me
, a slight frown on her face.

“That was so good – right up until the last second!”
She took on a scolding tone.

“What?”

“Come on, I think you can tell, it really turns me on when you lick me after Marcus has been with me. I mean, that’s almost as good as his cock! But when I came and you spit it out, it kinda killed the mood.” She sat up and pushed me away and picked up her coffee cup.

I felt so terrible about it, I immediately apologized. “I’m sorry! I just didn’t know what it was! I was startled.”

“Well, I can understand that. We’ll try it again later.” She pulled the covers up and turned away from me.

I was clearly being dismissed. I left, feeling terrible about it, like it was my fault! I didn’t realize just how much reading Diane had done in the training of a cuckold or I might’ve been more aware of what was happening.

That night, we were alone, as Marcus was busy – or maybe he was fucking another white wife, I didn’t know. I was glad to have Diane all to myself and I was very attentive to her. She reciprocated by allowing me to sleep with her, which was becoming a rare treat. Just before we went to sleep, she cooed, “Would you mind?” she asked, and spread her legs under the covers.

She had taken a shower that morning, so I had no problems bringing her to an orgasm with my tongue. It took a long time and I was determined to keep at it until she was satisfied. When she came, I felt enormous pride. She pulled me up and kissed me and said, “Thank you, Bob – that was great.”

She immediately turned away and went to sleep, leaving me awake and horny, my cock trapped and useless in its cage.

The next lesson in my subservience came the following night, when Marcus dropped by. Diane fixed him a drink – that I paid for – and made him a plate of food – that came from my groceries, but I didn’t say a word. I was hoping I’d be invited into the inner sanctum again, at least for a few minutes.

I was thrilled when Marcus winked at me as they were going down the hall and said, “Come on,
Cucky.”

I didn’t like the name he called me, but I sure liked the invitation! I followed them into the room.

“Are you sure he’s still wearing the cage?” he asked Diane as he stripped her.

“Yes, I still have the key
hidden away.”

“Prove it,” he said to me
, as he began removing his own clothes. “Let me see.”

This was weird. It felt a little gay and yet, I had seen him naked several times already.
I didn’t want to come across as embarrassed to be naked when he was getting naked, so I unbuckled my pants and let them fall to my ankles. My boxers were next and I pushed them down to my thighs, exposing my caged cock.

“See?” I said and started to pull them up again.

“No, no,” he said. “Keep them off. Otherwise, get out.”

That was no choice at all so I removed my
shoes, pants and shorts and sat down on the chair. Marcus lay down and began kissing Diane on the mouth and neck, making my cock strain against the cage. She responded, making noises in her throat and kissing him back. It made me uncomfortable to see my wife of twenty-one years acting like a horny schoolgirl.

He looked at me over her naked breasts and said, “Get her ready for me.”

I was thrilled. I knew immediately what he wanted me to do and frankly, it felt like a privilege. I hurried over. Just before I climbed onto the bed, he barked, “Get rid of the shirt, it looks ridiculous.”

I yanked it off and crawled between Diane’s legs. Marcus continued to kiss her face, neck and breasts while I began licking her pussy. She was in heaven from the sounds she was making. Just a few inches away, Marcus’s semi-hard cock seemed poised there like a coiled snake. That’s when I realized I had forgotten to ask Diane about making him use a condom.

“That’s enough – help me get ready,” he said and I shot him a startled look.

“Hell, use your hand,” he said with exasperation and I reached out and took his large cock in my fist and started to stroke it. I wasn’t even fully aware of what I was doing – he had asked me to do it and I did it. Maybe I was afraid of him, I don’t know, but I began rubbing that dick like it was my own. Ha! I wish.

It grew hard in my hand, which didn’t seem right, but I didn’t argue with results.

“Now,” he said, getting himself between her
legs, “put it in.”

My mouth came open. “
Uhh…”

“Come on, be quick about it or get the hell out!”

“Okay, okay!” I steered his thick cock to the entrance to my wife’s pussy and helped push it in. “Uh…” I said as it disappeared, “I thought we were going to use condoms.”

“Do you want to watch or do you want to leave?”

“Uh, watch.”

“Okay, then shut up.”

I shut up and watched. It was exciting, being this close to the action. I had to tug on my cock cage because it was suddenly very uncomfortable. I saw how Marcus’s cock spread Diane’s pussy wide apart, like he might split her, and how quickly that pussy adjusted to his size. It was like my own personal porno, in 3-D! He began to piston and I watched the frothy lubrication form around the base of his thick cock and I marveled at just how well they fit together just a few weeks after their first time.

I was also worried about the possib
ility of Diane getting pregnant. I knew she wasn’t on the pill. She wasn’t quite past child-bearing age and I hoped they knew what they were doing. There didn’t seem to be much I could do about it. I couldn’t stop this strong man from having my wife if I wanted to – I could only watch in dismay as he fucked her for several long minutes, working himself and Diane into a sexual frenzy.

Just when I thought he would come inside her, he slowed down and asked. “Do you want me to pull out?”

I gasped, startled. “What?”

“Do you want me to pull out or not?”

“Yes! Yes, please! She could still get pregnant!”

“The deal is, if I pull out, you clean her up
with your tongue. Otherwise, I come inside.”

What a terrible choice! My mouth dropped open and I couldn’t think. He began to speed up and I could tell he was getting close. “Better hurry up,
Cucky,” he said and I felt a strong urge to protect her. Diane was not capable of saying anything – she was lost in her own little world, having one orgasm after another.

“Pull out!” I shouted and he gasped and pulled out at the last second and squirted his seed all over her pussy and up across her stomach to her breasts.
It seemed to go on forever. He blew out a breath of air and rolled over onto his back.

“Whew! That was close,
Cucky,” he said.

I stared in dismay at the carnage in front of me. I had never seen a man come so much. It made my usual
tablespoon of sperm look ridiculous.

“Get to it – you promised,” he warned.

I looked up to see Diane coming down from her high and watching me, waiting.

“This isn’t fair,” I said. “You came too much.”

“And it all would’ve been inside her, right? Which you said you didn’t want.”

I couldn’t argue with that. “But… but I’m not … gay or anything!”

His face darkened. “You think I’m gay? Is that it?”

“No! I mean…” I was so confused.

“Either you get licking or you’ll never be invited to watch again – and I’ll make sure Diane keeps that cage on you for a year.”

It was a Hobson’s choice. So I licked. I
licked up every bit of Marcus’s sperm while the two of them watched. It didn’t taste very good – it was viscous and slightly bitter. I consoled myself with the fact that I was at least allowed to have some sexual contact with my wife again. I felt so useless and small, doing his bidding with my wife’s quiet acquiescence.

When I was done, Marcus said, “Good
Cucky.”

“I don’t like that word,” I told him, feeling petulant.

“That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.
But I don’t like that word.”

“Don’t worry – I’ll still call you Bob in public.
For now.”

It didn’t seem like much of a concession, but I didn’t argue with him. I felt a little sick to my stomach and I just wanted to get away.

“I guess I’ll go get a beer. I suppose you guys want something?”

“Why, yes, we do.
Wine for the lady and a beer for me.”

I went out, still naked, and got the drinks. I took a moment to wash out my mouth in the sink, trying to kill the taste. I took a big swig of my beer before I returned to hand out the drinks. I wasn’t surprised to see Diane sucking on Marcus’s cock, trying to make him hard again. My heart fell.

“Hey,” I joked, “haven’t you guys had enough?”

I was ignored. I sat on my chair and watched. I mean, it was still a turn-on. Marcus slipped his cock into her wet pussy and began to pound her once again. I actually felt sorry for her, because his cock looked like it was on the verge of hurting her. Once again, the noises she made told me I was dead wrong.