The birth of a cuckold book 2 chapter 4

The next day Jill Tony and I packed up our picnic lunch yeah and headed out to the biggest greenest park in the area. Little Tony was in his stroller the lunch hanging off the handles in a shopping bag and my wife and I linked arms as we left the apartment. In those days, we didn't have a car and as such had to take the bus. We made it about three apartment buildings down the street and two guys strode out of the courtyard and one of them embraced my wide and kissed her on the mouth right in front of me. He wrapped one long arm around her shoulder and began to guide her to one of the apartments. “She’ll see you tomorrow man.” He said very self assured as Jill looked at me with a what can you do expression. “Take Tony to the park, I’ll call you later and the three made their way into the building at the farthest corner of the courtyard where my wife disappeared. I wasn’t too happy at that moment, but it was no less than I expected. I took our son to the park and despite what Jill was up to kept crossing my mind and getting me horny, my son and I had a great afternoon. After which I took him for ice cream and then home to put him down and order a pizza, I also bought a six pack and a pound cake. I had long since given up on cable TV and bought my first VHS machine. So, I picked up a few movies at the same place. Otherwise, it would have been a long night. My wife didn’t call, I guess she was busy with those guys.

The next day, she had not returned or called. Getting anxious I went next door to have my neighbour’s teenage daughter keep an eye on my son and decided to look for her. We did all kinds of crazy things, but Jill never spent the night with anyone without calling me. Soon after I left my apartment an old neighbour approached me. “They took your wife eh?” Yes, I replied. Yesterday and I have not seen or heard from her since. “Yep, you’re the guy that lets the brothers around here fuck your wife?” Yes, we are an open couple, I replied feeling that I was going to get my answer to why Jill didn’t call. “You know that place is a trap house. There’s a gang of seven guys in that apartment. If I’m right she probably can’t walk or at least not straight.” So, she’s still there, I asked hopefully, he nodded and said, I’d like to ride her ass too, but I don’t think she will be in any shape to do much for a while when they’re done with her. I smiled and remarked you don’t know my wife. He chuckled and left. I went home to see if she had called in my absence, it was already three o’clock. When I got home Effie our neighbour told me she hadn’t called. My anxiety turned into full on worry. Effie said she could stay a while longer and I left the house but first I got the baseball bat out of my closet, gang or no, I was going to get my wife back. As I was crossing the courtyard, I saw my wife gingerly making her way down the last flight of stairs. Nobody is seeing you home I asked incredulous. No, they’re all asleep or high up there. All? I said, how many? Too many, she laughed, lets go home. She had a hard time keeping up a stride, but we got there. For the first time since I knew her, my wife had to hold the hand rail and groaned several ties as she ascended the staircase. When we got in Tony was up and in his baby swing. I gave Effie five bucks, thanked her and sent her home.

In our bedroom, I helped her to undress, what wasn’t stiff was scummy with semen and she had a weird smell that I couldn’t place. Her hair was all clotted and once she was naked I could see her body was covered in fingerprint bruises especially the top of her ass where men had pulled up her lower body to fuck her deeply and around her big tits. Her nipples were covered in nip and suck marks. My wife had clearly been passed around by a lot of guys. “I’m not up to anything now, she said. No doubt, I replied, I bet you didn’t sleep much last night. She smiled weakly, not at all. I had her sit in a towel lined chair and gave her a sponge bath as well as I could and then put her to bed. Jill fell into a dead sleep as soon as her head touched the pillow. The next morning was Monday and Jill had slept deeply through the night. I checked on her and found that she was breathing normally so I got ready and went to work. I was not overly concerned during the morning but did call at lunch to check on my wife. I waited for five rings before Jill answered the phone, she was still very groggy but assured me that she was sore and exhausted but otherwise OK. Effie would have been at school and would not be available for several hours if at all so I asked if I should come home early to care for Tony. She assured me that she could handle it and would take the baby in bed with her if she had to sleep. With that I joined my colleagues for lunch and some affable banter.

I rolled in around six that evening to find Jill up and around, she had showered, shampooed and looked quite presentable other than the bow-legged gate she presented. You’re sore honey? I asked knowing full well that she was. No kidding, she said smiling sarcastically. I could tell by the smell in the house that she had not gotten around to fixed dinner, so I let her relax and made a Deli and cheese platter with some bread and red wine. As we ate I looked at her, she seemed OK but winced occasionally as she reached for the food. When the meal was done we each had a nice glass if wine and I said casually, want to tell me about it? She smiled, OK, it was like this.

The place was gloomy so I can’t tell you how many there was, but the place was full. The first thing they did was strip me naked, what a surprise and then they put me on a mattress on the floor. That’s when the oral sex started. One after another I felt tongues up my pussy and cocks in my mouth. I was even made to tea bag a few of them. As to the rest of me, well, I think I should get checked out before we do anything because every guy in that place busted a nut in my pussy down my throat and up my ass and they were relentless. By my count there were at least ten, maybe more after a while it all blends together. I’m still sore because most of them had big dicks and they were pretty rough. I nodded, I can see you were really manhandled by the marks on your body, especially on your lower back and upper ass. Oh, I’m sure, a lot of them lined up at one point, they grabbed me around there and lifted my lower body in an arch, then they shoved their big fat black cocks up my pussy and fucked me until they dropped a big load in me. Then he’d pull out and another took his place doing the same thing. This went on until I fainted, so I have no idea how many there were, but I came to and was sore and full of jizz from the bottom of my knees to the top of the crack of my ass and everywhere in between was a pearl-colored slimy mess. They laughed and took pictures and told me they would give you a copy. As I listened to her, my cock got hot and drippy at the idea, and I reached for her. I’m serious honey, so many guys came inside of me so much that I’m sure I must have contracted something. I need to be checked out or you need to use a condom if we do it. I was mildly offended at the suggestion, this boy used a rubber for no one, I’d rather masturbate than put on a stupid sheath. That’s when I said something that I would live to regret. Honey, I said. I know you mean well but when you’re married to a whore, you need to expect to get the occasional infection. The more active the whore the more chance there is to get a disease. I only realized how bad that sounded when the words were out, and I could not take them back. Jill looked at me flinty eyed, OK dear, she retorted coldly, I’m a bit sore but I can handle your tiny dick. Come on, you like to fucking in my spermed pussy? Trust me, you’re going to love this. With that she led me to bed. Jill dropped her robe and turned to me, take you clothes off, I haven’t got all day she said coldly. Oh man, they turned my wife into a prostitute. When my clothes were off she pulled me into bed, lick that black cum out of my used hole cuck. At first, I was shocked and mad but then it dawned on me, I was a cuck and I loved it. I rammed my mouth on her pussy and started to lick it. I began to feel as if something was hitting the back of my throat, and it soon became acidy. I was licking out male Semin. I stopped licking her, I hated spunk in my throat, but I was turned on and didn’t care, I got on top of her a shoved my cock in and, nothing. There was no resistance, so I pulled out and looked at her twat, there was a cock track easily two inches wide clearly visible through her pussy lips. She looked as if she had been fucked by a horse. My dick was beginning to run with pre cum and so I penetrated my used wife again and pushed my tongue into her mouth, her mouth tasted like cock. Her insides were open and smooth but full of still active sperm that surrounded my organ, and a rush went through me before I knew it, I was slamming in and out of her, she looked bored. After I finished with her and lay beside her needing to wash my mouth, my wife looked at me and said, are you happy now cuck? I hope that dinky fucker of yours turns green and falls off. Oh, come on, I said, you know that came out wrong can we kiss and make up? She reached over and kissed me on the mouth, sure, she said and got out of bed. Oh hon, she said about o make a point. They want me to go back in a few days and I’m going to. Remember, when you’re married to a whore, she’s bound to get porked and bred by every guy in town and you’re going to take it. I’m done with you pushing me to be a slut, now you’re in the back seat so get ready, its going to be a wild ride. I was stunned but it was what I wanted but where do we go from here, I wondered.

She was still cool to me the next day and called me cuck so often that I asked her to stop. I asked if she wanted me to stay home, she said I could if I wanted to, but she was going out. I went to work but there was no denying it, she had changed, and the change seemed to be fundamental, I knew that it would be a long time, if ever that she came around. That night after work, I got home to an empty house, no note, no food, no wife. I knew that she was punishing me but the thought of what she was up to with God knows who turned me on. Instead of supper I grabbed a bottle of blended scotch and the cold six pack out of the fridge, sat down in front of the TV and started to drink. At some point, I passed out on the sofa empty cans and a half full bottle of hootch on the floor around me. At around four thirty in the morning my wife came home, she looked like a cheap streetwalker. My wife was in a mini skirt that did not quite cover her bottom and wore one of those G-Strings which was just coming into fashion and showed her ass cheeks plainly. Also, she wore a slinky tube top that was easy to pull down exposing her big tits and high heels, Jill never wore high heels and it showed in her walk. The worse was the makeup! Thick eye shadow, false lashes, her hair was messy and for the first time, my wife looked used. Hey, you OK? I asked relieved to see her. Where have you been all night without calling?  She tiredly threw a wad of money at me, here’s your cut. I looked at the cash dumbly. She smiled sarcastically and said, I’ve been walking the streets on the east end since early this afternoon, now you can add streetwalker to whore, enjoy that cash, I drank a lot of cum out of a lot of strange cocks for that.

Why did you do that? Where did you get those clothes? I stammered. She smiled sarcastically Don’t you remember love? After all you’re married to a whore! She said, her voice had the distinct edge of outrage. I told you that I was sorry, I don’t care about any of this I said motioning to the caricature of my wife standing before me. And? She demanded. Look honey, its time for a break, knock off the sex for money, its dangerous. In fact, take a break from screwing around and get some rest. She thought about it and said, you’re right, I did not realize that driving off with strange men or in those cheap rooms could put a girl at risk, so I’ll stop. But you moved us here so I could explore my sexuality with black men and that’s what I’m going to do but more slowly, again you’re right, you know the old man that talked to me while Jeff was taking me away? Yes, I replied just knowing what was coming. He fucked me this morning before Jeff drove me to my corner to work, those guess have everything organized. You mean he pimped you out? I said not at all surprised but scared now, those pimps could be tough customers and I hoped he would leave her alone now. No, it wasn’t like that he offered to let me try it, he didn’t even take any money tonight when he picked me up to take me home. He asked how it went I told him fine. Then he brought me behind the video store, and I gave him a blow job. How much money did you make, I asked not sure what else to say. Altogether nine hundred and fifty dollars I charge fifty for a BJ or seventy-five if I swallow the load. A cream pie fuck is $150 and anal is $200, I was busy all day. Dumbstruck I poured a glass of whisky and offered her one. How about work tomorrow, she asked, motioning to the empty cans and well drained bottles. I’m calling in sick, you? Oh me, I’m going to stay home with you she smiled coyly and we went to bed.