The birth of a cuckold book 2 chapter

I was tipsy and exhausted and was in a dead sleep before my head hit the pillow. Jill not so much, as she told me later that all the sex and stimulation made it hard for her to sleep. She eventually gave up and got out of bed and took off that dreadful makeup, took a shower and made herself toast and coffee as I slept. I got up much later and happily found Jill looking once again like the woman I married. I gave her a big smile and a small kiss, not sure if she was still sore at me. She returned both and I felt at ease for the first time in days.

OK, so you want to tell me about it. She smiled at me mischievously, what? She said giggling, I proffered a wry smile. OK, I know that grin, it’s your way of telling me that you don’t feel like being teased. Doll, if you were wearing my head you wouldn’t feel like it either, I said enduring a blinding hangover. So, who told you to drink like that? She mocked, clearly in a buggy mood. I could have given her a good retort, several in fact. Instead, I sauntered up to the kitchen counter and poured myself a cup of joe, reached into the upper cabinet and rummaged around until I found the bottle of aspirin. I dry swallowed a few pills and took a drink of the hot, bitter coffee. OK, I said pulling a steel kitchen chair out from its place at the small, Formica table, OK, lets have it. I said as I waited for the pain relievers to take affect.

Jill smiled and peered into her coffee cup as she slowly swished the milky liquid around. It wasn’t the most sex I had in one day, not even as many sexual partners but it was close. In the early part of the day there were mostly old men, pensioners wanting blowjobs. I made hundreds on those guys but it would have been more if I was willing to do them in an ally but it was either in a private room or a car, I didn’t need to get arrested, so a lot of them moved on. There were a lot of losers looking for bargain basement pussy because I was daytime hooking. I left those guys and moved on. Around supper time things got better, guys not home with their families either hated them or didn’t have one.  They were serious about the girls they wanted and were not stingy: especially when they found the girl they wanted. True, they were mostly overweight and homely but they had cash and most of them were sweet. One guy changed his mind and wanted anal when we got to the room. I told him the price was two hundred and he gave me three and said, no rubber ok? I agreed and had him undress once he did that I was sure he wasn’t vice then I got naked too. I was not expecting his schlong to be so big; it was the biggest one I ever saw. I was scared but got in bed just the same. I tried to trick him into switching to regular intercourse, but he would not hear of it. He rolled me over roughly, take this” he said and spit on my asshole. No, I pleaded, and he shoved it up my ass as hard as he could, I screamed, and he wasn’t even half way in. You like that bitch! Here take more, and he crammed it in harder and deeper. I saw stars, I never believed that to be a thing, but my eyes exploded with bright spots. Here bitch, up your fuckin ass I screamed to the top of my lungs, up the ass, up the ass he droned on pushing and pushing until he was in balls deep. He was in my body so deep that I wanted to puke I screamed for help. I heard a mans voice at the seedy rooms door yelling, FUCK HER! The maniac on top of me knocked my head into the pillow and began to hump me. He hurt me so much that I could barely breathe let alone scream. I just lay there trying to relax as much as I could to limit the damage. It literally felt like he was ripping my asshole open. As he shagged without pity, without mercy all I could do is moan in pain. All through it he kept saying up your ass bitch. As he got closer to climax his thrusts became harder and faster and deeper, his last thrust slammed his crotch into my butt and screamed WHORE. The he started shooting his stuff up into my colon. No kidding, I felt my tonsils float so don’t ask what the dots are on my panties.

 Geeze I said, lucky you weren’t killed, he sounds like a dangerous person with a grudge against women. Are you OK, I mean do you need to go to the hospital? No thanks, I’ll be walking funny for a while and dripping back there but I’ll be alright. Aside from that I had three cream pies nothing unusual and the rest were blowjobs. That’s crazy I said, you could have been badly hurt, even killed, please don’t do that again. OK, she replied, you’re right it is dangerous.

We spent the rest of the day quietly, but something had changed, and I could feel it.  Jill must have been worn out by all the sexual activity, no matter how horny she was, or how vexed, she was still only human and had limits to how much her body could take. She stayed quietly at home for weeks, she was not only physically drained but drained inside. She kept to herself, I was worried about her health and mentioned that maybe she needed to be checked out. My wife told me that if her mood didn’t change, she would. It was a relief for both of us that she did not contract anything with that gang bang or her time on the streets. Not that we were sexually active, she was as aloof about sex as she was about everything else. She had not started throwing up so I doubted she was pregnant and she wasn’t as she’d be on the rag in another week.

No Jill was depressed, a natural reaction to allowing herself to be so basely used by all those men. I did what I could to try to cheer her up but to no avail. I began to go from concerned to worried as she seemed to withdraw farther and farther away. I began to seriously consider going to see a doctor for intervention. I’m by nature a procrastinator and this time I was glad for it. In less than a week, she bounced back. I feel strong again and I don’t hurt anymore. I was so relieved that I hugged her tight and let my relief flow out of me. Suddenly, I wanted to protect her and I told her so. I asked her not to return to fucking around, I had come as close to the edge as I cared to.

You can’t put me in a cake honey, I like how we live, I just need to keep control of every situation which means I must learn to say NO. But I’m not saying no to you anymore. With that we made love, well we tried to, even when she offered me her bottom, there was no resistance in my wife’s body, it was like fucking a brown paper bag and it had been weeks since she stopped, they reamed her out by overuse. She gave me a blowjob, but I never cared for those, it worked but eh. Over a hot cup of coffee, my wife explained that she was going to keep it one guy at a time, but I still want to go out. I’d hoped that you’d stop honey, eventually, you’ll tighten up again. Sorry sweetie bit I love big cocks and you don’t quite measure up so no, I want to go out. It really is possible to be hurt and offended while being turned on at the same time. OK, I conceded just be careful, I really don’t want you to get hurt again. Don’t worry, I won’t make the same mistakes. Little did I know at the time that she would make a bunch of new ones.

As time went on, we put Tony in daycare, when I was working, Jill was free to do as she pleased and boy did she, at one point she brought me a series of photos as a gift. They were nudes of my wife taken by another man! In some of them she was nude among two fully dressed black men. I thought you were going lo be more careful. I inquired wanting to jerk off. She giggled, they just took pictures of me, no fucking. Wow you’re tough! I said kissing her and jerking off to her porn right in front of her. Things continued like this until the day came when I got home to find Effie in my house taking care of Tony who was tear assing around the parlour. Where’s Jill I asked. Where do you think? Effie asked looking revolted, she’s out fucking a ni**er (sorry but in those days this word was often, and wrongly, used) You know about that? I asked shocked. Everybody knows about it, you poor man she’s cheating on you every time you go to work. Thanks’ sweetie, how much do I owe you. Nothing, she said getting ready to leave. Oh, come on, take something. I said feeling bad about a fifteen-year-old pitying me. OK she soothed and in a second, she had me in a grip and was kissing me tightly on the mouth. As soon as the shock subsided it dawned on me that I had to get her off me and out the door, I was 23 and she was 15 this had to stop. Despite the very real temptation to follow where she led, I was nearly ten years older, and I had to end it then and there. I pulled her off and led her to the door and said thanks’ Effie have a great night. She looked hurt and I shut the door. Ill stayed away all night and I only saw her the next night. I was surprisingly unphased by this. The next evening when I saw my wife, she looked pissed off.

What happened between you and Effie? She refused to look after the baby because you threw her out yesterday. I told her frankly what had happened and told her honestly that it was hard for me to do what I did. With that, Jill took a deep breath and said, I believe you. It’s not your fault, Her’s either she’s just a kid and was lucky it was you and not some trashy guy that would take advantage of her. While were at it honey, everyone up and down know what you’re up to and they think I’m the innocent one. It doesn’t matter now, she replied. I found the guy I want to have a baby with, and I want to move in with him, like I did with Anthony. Wow! That was fast, anyone I know? No, he doesn’t live on this block. Is he black? I asked now that I knew he lived elsewhere? Yes, this is what you brought me here for. Look, with nobody to look after Tony, it will be just easier if I take him to live with us while were domestic, she said smiling. I needed my job so I couldn’t stay home for Tony, it felt funny to me but at that point, I just didn’t care anymore. OK, do what you think is best and let’s get together soon so I can meet this guy. How well do you know him anyway? Well, we’ve been sleeping together for a few weeks and its just him so well. Its hard for us to be apart, even this is hard for us.

OK, I said, it seems that you guys are in love and its great to have a baby, are you planning to come back at eight months along? She shrugged and said, I haven’t thought that far ahead. I’ll call you soon and we can talk then. I got to go; George is waiting for me. With that she packed up a few of Tony’s toys and things, bundled up the baby and left. It was the last time I ever saw him again. A week later she called me and told me it was over for us she was deeply in love, and I should move on. I tried to talk her out of it, at least a face to face but only because it was good form. We had come to the end of our road and we both knew it. I said goodbye and hung up the phone with no more emotion than if I broke wind at the wrong time. I broke our lease after selling off our old stuff and moved out on my own.

                                      Epilogue

This was not meant as a cautionary tale, shit happens and when you go too far out on a limb, you can and mostly will fall, be ready for it. This story lasts from the mid 70’s and into the mid 80’s at which time we divorced amicably. Some time later, Jill with 2 children at that point, wanted to come back but I no longer loved her or wanted her in my life, I had moved on.

The End