It seems a lot of guys here who have cuckold fantasies also have "forced gay" fantasies. So I get the question from a lot of guys in chat and thought I would answer it here too. The question is to tell the story of the first time I "made" hubby do something gay and how that felt to me.

After about only one year together, when hubby had admited his forced gay fantasies and his previous experience as a teen (see earlier blogs) we had a particularly kinky and promiscuous evening. We hadn't been very promiscous yet ... I hadn't fully adopted the persona of a dominant, let alone a dominatrix or being in a full-time female led relationship, and though I had a few random hook-ups at bars and a few more with two ex-booty calls that lived in my old building, it wasn't really a lifestyle yet. It didn't define us sexually. A few times I ordered hubby to watch me get fucked, like by tying him up in a chair. A few times he participated servicing and fucking me too. A few times he wasn't there and had to wait until I got home to hear all about it. And I made sure to always feed him what was left of my lover's cum. But other than ravenously eating other men's cum, I hadn't made him do anything gay ... and he hadn't asked. I did, however, regularly split him open with my strap-on, and we were increasingly dirty talking while doing it about getting him ready for one of my well-hung lovers to have his way with hubby. It just felt like dirty talk though, nothing more.

Then one night my hubby and I went to a music festival that is hosted annually by a friend of ours at his farm, where we would also stay over-night camping. It's not a huge festival, but its respectable with several hundred people attending. We didn't know anyone there, since we'd never gone before. As the daytime fest transitioned into the wilder night-time music and numerous bonfires everywhere, hubby and I took exctasy. I had never taken it before. The combination of all the weed, alcohol, exctasy, bonfires, forests, music, dancing and complete anonymity had me feeling sensual, wild, experimental and hornier than I'd ever felt before. I began openly dominating hubby, like by having him suck and lick my feet while I sat in a lawn chair. That brought plenty of comments and questions from people passing by, and I wasn't ashamed to let people know hubby was my bitch ... and I loved how humiliated it made him everytime. Many of the comments I received were supportive; some were down-right flirtatious. So I began talking with other men ... flirting ... dancing with them ... touching on them. As the day went on, I became far less discrete - I was straight-up throwing myself at one guy after another. By the time night had fallen, I had begun propositioning men to fuck me. I was making hubby point out possibilities. I even made hubby ask one man to please fuck me.

Plenty took me up on it too. It was all such a haze that we don't have an accurate count of how many men fucked me that night ... but we think somewhere between 10-15! I had never had that much sex in one night before. Before that I think the most times I started and stopped and restarted fucking in one night was five times. The most guys I'd ever been with in one day was two. But that night I felt insatiable. And even though my pussy was getting sore, the exctasy made it feel like a good sore ... probably like the pleasure/pain a sub feels when being sexually tortured.

I don't remember all of the guys. I remember the first one. I took him to my tent. While he fucked me, hubby waited outside. As soon as he was done with me, I had hubby come in and lick the man's cum out of me. After that it's a blur. I got fucked in other people's tents, in the back of a truck, in the grass off in the woods, in a portapotty. I know I sucked more than one guy off too, always drooling their cum into hubby's mouth afterwards. If we're counting the blow jobs, then my body count for the night might have gotten closer to 20! 

But I promised you a story about making hubby do gay stuff for the first time ... and we are getting there. In fact, that story comes from the last fuck I had for the night and the only one I remember semi-clearly because of how different it was from anything I'd experienced before. Let's jump there.

 

So it's the early hours of the morning. The live music has ended and the crowd has dwindled, but the hardcore partiers are still at it, blasting their own playlists. At this point we were wandering around the edges of the event, hearing the racous music and people in the distance but enjoying a certain peace and serenity as we were far enough away to experience the calm of the night. A nearly full moon illuminated everything. Hubby was sooooo horny. He was begging me to let him have a chance to fuck me too. I didn't care so much about that, but after a night of giving my sexual attention to other men, I did want to give him something. What I wanted was to abuse and torture him. I realized I was looking for a secluded place to do that when I saw a barn of some kind across a field. It was probably off our friend's property - a neighbor - but I thought we could sneak in. And a barn might have all kinds of fun things to torture hubby with. So I told hubby that yes, it was his turn to get fucked and I wanted to do it in that barn. So across the field and into the barn we snuck.

We happily discovered it wasn't an animal barn, but for storage of tools and vehicles. It was dirty inside, had the faint scent of oil and gasoline. Smelled old. Hubby said it reminded him of the garage his neighbor used to "rape" him in, so I knew it was a perfect choice. The moonlight streamed in dirty windows, illuminating the dust in the air. Bright enough to see each other dimly through a haze, but not bright enough to see details like facial expressions.

I ordered hubby to strip and then undress me. I led him between two posts and tied his arms and legs spread-eagle to them. I had unrestricted access to every part of his body. Then I went in search of things to hurt him with. I can't even remember all of the things I used on him, but I thought everything was worth trying. With rods and belts and ropes and shovels and wire brushes and rakes, I beat him head to toe, front and back. Laughing at his suffering and basically trying out everything I could pick up on him. Sharp points from scissors scratching him up and down, drawing blood. He twisted and squirmed, hanging there unable to avoid anything I wanted to do to him. I had to tape his mouth shut because he was crying too loud. He was bruised and welted everywhere - so much I could see his welts glowing in the moonlight!  

I found a jar of vaseline and began experimenting with what I could shove into his ass - screwdriver handles, a shovel handle. Not the best angle for penetrating him though, and that was what I craved doing. I wanted to impale him on something bigger than he'd ever taken before. Plus I had to pee. So I untied him, removed the gag and ordered him to the floor. Then I stood over him pissing all over him, soaking him, the salt in my pee burning in his wounds. Figuring he had to pee too, I flipped his legs over his head, directed his cock towards his mouth and ordered him to go .... and not spill a drop. Like a good boy he flooded his mouth with his own pee, desperately gulping trying to comply with my order. Then he was drained ... laying there in a muddy puddle of piss, an absolute mess. This was hot. And I was just getting started!

I ordered him to pull his knees to his chest and I inserted the shovel handle into him again - this time much deeper - impaling him in place. I told him to stroke himself without cumming while I looked around for more toys. I found a large branch shears, the handle of which was bigger than the shovel, and it really stretched him. He moaned and cried as I worked it all of the way inside of him. He begged for mercy, that he couldn't take it, but I told him to shut up ... that some day I want to see him get fucked by another guy and I want him to be ready for it and make me proud with how well he takes that cock for me. Once it was all the way inside him I began fucking him with it, slowly at first, then harder and faster. I pushed his legs back over his head because I wanted him to cum in his mouth like this. And that’s when I froze in shock. 

No more than 20 feet away I saw the hulking outline of a giant man illuminated in the moon glow … just watching us. When he saw that I had seen him, he spoke, saying something like “From the looks of it, he's ready to try a real cock. I can help with that.” Hubby was terrified, mumbling to me “please don’t. Let’s go.” But I said “No. This is the perfect moment. I want him to fuck you and I want you to show him what a submissive slut you are.” 

The man approached us. I could see that he was actually as large as his illuminated outline made him out to be. He took off his pants and pulled out one of the largest cocks I’d ever seen. “Why don’t you both use your mouths to get me caught up on the action” he said. I pulled the handle out of hubbys ass and got him to his knees. We both kneeled before this huge man and began working his cock together. Hubby was hesitant, so I had to shove his head into the action. Together we licked him up and down his rapidly hardening shaft. I shoved hubby’s mouth down on the now erect cock, pushing it deep into his throat. Hubby was gagging and spitting up. The man said he liked that, so I took hubby’s head in both hands and shoved him even deeper down on the man’s cock, then up and down again, over and over, faster and faster. Hubby was throwing up a little and the man was moaning. 

“Where’s that Vaseline” he said. I’m going to give his ass something you both will never forget.” And that would be true. He was long and thick. Much bigger than anything I’d penetrated hubby with before. Bigger than anything I'd ever seen. Not only was he long - maybe 12 inches - he was as thick as my wrist. Hubby had barely been able to stretch his mouth wide enough to swallow him whole. The man ordered hubby to get on his hands and knees on all 4s. Then the man knelt behind him. I looked into hubby's face - he was terrified but hard as a rock. Slathering himself in Vaseline the man began slowly pushing the enormous head of his enormous cock into hubby’s already brutalized asshole. Hubby immediately screamed and the man laughed. He was as sadistic as I was! I was sopping wet and wanted to get in on the action. I layed down in front of hubby and pulled his face into my filthy, well-used crotch. Hubby began dutifully licking me as the man sunk himself deeper into hubby’s ass. 

Then he began thrusting. Hard and deep. Hubby’s face was slammed into me over and over. It was so incredibly hot. I was so wet - with my juices, with hubby's spit and with hubby's tears. Then the man flipped hubby over onto his back, pinning his knees by his ears, and began pounding him into the floor. Hubby was screaming in pleasure and pain … and I wanted to feel his agony. So I sat on his face. 

Every thrust into hubby made him scream into my pussy, which brought me closer and closer to orgasm each time. The man and I began kissing until his breathing became labored and I knew he was close to cumming. So was I. As the man yelled out in his orgasm, shooting his load deep inside of hubby, I simultaneously yelled out in my own orgasms and exploded on hubby’s face. 

Exhausted we both collapsed into each other, panting. I could smell the mans scent and taste his sweat and it aroused me. But there was one more thing I wanted to happen. As the man began withdrawing his cock out of hubby’s ass, I put my hand under it to catch the cum that would soon be pouring out. And wow was there a lot. I had to use both hands - I have little hands - to catch it all. Then I carried it up to hubby’s mouth and poured it all in, telling him “It’s always your job to eat every drop of other mens cum, even if it’s out of your ass.” 

And then I ordered hubby not to swallow yet … to just hold it in his mouth, showing it to us like the little slut he is. Then with my hands all slippery from the man’s cum, I began stroking hubby’s aching cock. The man was enjoying the spectacle and stuck his cock in hubby’s cum filled mouth. I thought that was so hot so I ordered hubby to suck the man again without swallowing or spilling any of his cum. Hubby was so close to orgasm, and though I had originally planned to make him cum like this, I could see the man’s horse cock getting hard again. I greedily wanted to experience his cock too, and I didn’t want hubby cumming before this man could fuck me too. So I kept him just on the edge of orgasm for maybe the hundredth time tonight.

I straddled hubby’s face on all 4s in 69, presenting my ass to the man and begging him to give me his cock too. Then I ordered hubby to lick me, lubricating me with the accumulated spit and cum he held in his mouth. When I was wet and sloppy, the man pushed his cock into me and split me in two. I had never felt so filled before. I had no idea how hubby had taken it all. As the man plowed me, I reminded hubby to not yet swallow any of the mess overflowing his mouth, and instead he should start sucking my clit. 

While hubby sucked my clit, the cum and spit overflowed onto me, coating my pussy, coating and lubricating the man’s cock. The sounds of our sex were all that filled the air - squishy, wet sounds of him pounding the sloppy mess that was my pussy … my moans and cries from the intensity of being completely impaled on the stranger, helpless to do anything but lay there on top of hubby and get my pussy wrecked … hubby’s muffled moans from the biting and squeezing and sucking I was instinctively doing to his cock mixed with his gurgling gasps for air … the man’s grunts and moans caused by my hot, wet, tight pussy squeezing and milking him. 

I don’t know how long he fucked me like this. It could have been an hour or 5 minutes. Either way I was a sweaty, panting mess by the end of it. I wanted to orgasm again. I was ready to orgasm again. But I was holding it back, fighting my urge to push myself over that cliff into orgasm like I always do so quickly. If I came, my pussy would quickly become too sore for more pounding, and I needed to give this man as much time as he wanted to use me, because I knew orgasm #2 was going to take longer for him. And for some reason I wanted this stranger to use me any way he wanted, for as long as he wanted ... very different and submissive for me. A unique treat to find a man who is man enough to bring out my submissive side. So I yelled out dirty things to him. Begged him to use me ... make me his slut. I offered myself to him for whatever he wanted, I said I was all his. I knew these things would hurt hubby to hear me say, and knowing they made him suffer made them even hotter for me. I began begging him to fuck me how my husband can't. 

Finally I could hear the tell-tale shortened, quicker breathing from the man. I knew he was close. I wanted so badly for him to explode deep inside me, flooding my womb with his seed. In that moment I wanted him to impregnate me. Being fucked by this stud of a farmer in a barn on the floor like an animal, awoken a primitive desire in me for someone to fuck me pregnant again. And though I knew that couldn’t happen - I was on the pill again - I knew in that moment I wanted to go off it again and I wanted this man to be the first to try to put a baby in me. So I called out and begged the man to flood me with his cum and knock me up. I said nasty things about hubby too, like “fuck me on my cuckold husbands face. Let him see a real man impregnate his wife.” With that, the man let loose inside me. As I felt the force of his load blasting my cervix, I unconsciously tipped over into orgasm too, opening my cervix wider for him, inviting his seed deeper into me where it belonged 

We both collapsed onto hubby, a quivering, shaking, panting, sweaty mass of human flesh. As the man started to recover and pull out, I was happy to feel hubby’s mouth instinctively moving to cup my soon-to-be gaping hole and catch all of the cum about to pour out of it. I heard the man say to hubby “that’s right you little faggot bitch. Lick up all of my cum. Suck it all out if you can. Try to stop me from knocking up your wife. It’s not going to happen though. I filled her real deep. I bet my sperm are attacking her egg right now. I bet she’s already pregnant. You like eating a real man’s cum out of your pregnant wife bitch?” Well this was too much for me. I figured I didn’t have it in me after countless orgasms already that evening, but I felt the familiar sudden pressure of another orgasm rolling through me and I embraced it. Shoving my puss hard into hubby’s surprised mouth, I grinded on him as I came hard again. 

As I lay there panting again, hubby kept cleaning me. I could hear how wet and thick it was as hubby licked - the load must have been massive again. I relaxed my muscles and let the cum flow out of me. The man had stood up and walked around to stand in front of me. He took his crusty, creamy cock in one hand. Opening my mouth with the fingers of his other hand, he put his cock in my mouth. "Lick your mess off me" he ordered me. That was a first for me - I normally don't want pussy juices anywhere near my mouth, but for him I automatically, happily, submisevely complied. I licked my cum off him as hubby ate his cum out of me. Then the man said "swallow" and surprisngly began peeing. I'm not a good swallower, so i immediately gagged and threw up a little all down my tits and belly, all of it running down on hubby's face as the man continued to spray me all over with his piss. I liked it. I put on a show for him, rubbing it all over myself and drinking it when I could.

When the man was drained, he started getting dressed. I had slid off of hubby's face and was pushing all of the spit and pee off of my breasts and belly, down into his waiting, eager but already overflowing mouth. That's when we were surprised to hear the man say “Now get the hell out of my barn. You’ve both got exactly 60 seconds to grab your shit and be out before I start whipping you with this.” He pulled the belt out of his pants. He snapped them for effect and started counting. I could tell he wasn’t kidding. And although part of me wanted to stick around and take the punishment he would dole out to us, something told me he was done with the stuff I'd actually like.

I struggled to my feet and attempted to lift hubby up next. Still with his mouth full of cum and spit … still like a good boy he hadn’t swallowed because I hadn’t ordered it. The man saw that too and said “and boy don’t you swallow that cum until you’re far away from here. I want to see you running with your mouth full” and snapped his belt our direction for emphasis. Hubby did as ordered, closes his mouth to keep it in, cheeks bulging. We grabbed our clothes and attempted to flee, but hubby was having trouble walking, having been split in two like he was. I felt like I wasn’t in much better shape. So we hobbled our way out towards the door, supporting each other, as the man counted down. Before we’d reached the door, he’d lashed each of our asses once - and it hurt. We got out with only seconds to spare. Then we heard him shut the door behind us. 

We were once again alone in the field on the edge of the woods, in the silence of nature late at night or perhaps early in the morning. Our battered, bruised, sweaty, mud encrusted, well-fucked naked bodies bathed in the moonlight. We were beautiful. We took in the look of each other and then hugged. This night was insane. I never could have imagined a relatively good girl like me doing this even a year ago. I loved hubby with all my heart for being my perfect partner, for bringing out parts of me I never knew I had. 

But after such a wild night, hubby still hadn’t cum yet. His aching, throbbing, desperately hard cock pressed into my belly as we hugged tight. I took him in my hand and said “you poor thing. You've been such a good boy all night, but even though every other guy we’ve met has gotten to cum … and you know because you've eaten all of it … you haven’t gotten to cum yet. Would you like to?” “Mmmhuh” he gargled through his full mouth. “I can’t understand you. Speak clearly. Do you want to cum?” Hubby tipped his head back and gurgled “yes please Ma’am” or something that sounded remotely like that. While continuing to stroke him, keeping him right at the edge of his orgasm like I know how to do so well, I said “but what if I don’t want you to cum. What if I want you to stay aching and desperate, so you serve me well as my little bitch. What if I want other men to be the only ones I make cum. What if I want other men ... real men who don’t love to get fucked in the ass by other men ... what if I want these real men to be the only ones fucking me, cumming inside me? What if I want these men to impregnate me? Would you give up your orgasms for my pleasure? Would you give them up so you could be the perfect cuckold for me?” Hubby moaned in pleasure at the twisted thought of it. I had almost pushed him too far and over the edge. 

I let go of his cock and he moaned again, but this time with disappointment not pleasure. He thought I wasn’t going to let him cum. And he thought the reason was that I had just announced his permenent chastity and cuckolding. Later he said in that moment he saw what he thought was going to be his life as my chaste cuckold, raising another man’s child, flash before his eyes … and he was terrified by it. I could see that in his face though. 

I took his face in my hands. Looking up lovingly at him I said “regardless of whether I let you cum tonight, you will be my cuckold. You will always be my cuckold. Tonight changed everything my love. There’s no coming back from this, even if we never do any of this again. You will always see me as the slut I am. And I will always see you as a guy I can do anything to and who will do anything for me. A guy who would be in chastity for me, rarely orgasming, while helping me orgasm all the time … and more importantly helping me orgasm with other men. I can never not see you without seeing a cock deep in your throat, gagging you. I can never not see you bent over in front of me, impaled on the largest cock I’ve ever seen, slamming into you while your hard cock slaps against your stomach with each thrust, dripping a never ending stream of pre-cum. You loved it so much I think you could have cum just from that cock filling you. I’ll never forget that I know the feeling of the pleasure you experienced getting fucked by another man in front of me, because I felt it in your mouth every time he thrust into you, the way you sucked my clit just a little harder and moaned just a little louder, sending growing vibrations through my clit. I’ll never not know how good it feels for ME when you get fucked by another man and how much I like it.” I put my hand back on his cock and began stroking him again as I continued “But the biggest thing I’ll never forget about tonight is how turned on I am when you watch another man impregnate me ... and how much I want to do it again. And I'll never forget how much you liked it too. I think you want to do it again too don’t you?” 

I pinched his nipple with one hand, while more vigorously stroking his cock with the other. He bent over moaning with the pleasure of it combined with the agony of having to hold it back. I knew I was going to make him cum and I wanted to make it the culmination of everything that happened that day. The cherry on top of the sunday. Whether what I was about to say was what either of us would want tomorrow, who knew. Whether that would be our future or not, I was going to dirty talk it like it was. That today was the start of a new chapter. 

I whispered in hubby’s ear as he laid his head on my shoulder whimpering as I vigorously edged him now “Now that I’ve seen you get fucked in the ass, I need a different man … a real man … to impregnate me. You're going to watch them impregnate me. You're going to beg them too. And you’re going to be my chaste cuckold through it all. I will keep you well beaten and edged. I will keep you full of my pussy, full of other mens cum, especially out of my pussy. And after tonight. I'm going to make sure your mouth and your ass are regularly going to be full of other men’s cocks.”

I pushed his head off me, straightening him up. I said “Now. I want you to cum for me to show me how much you want this too. You’re about to be a very lucky boy. I want you to enjoy how lucky you’re about to be because it may never happen again. I’m going to suck your cock until you cum in my mouth.” He moaned in anticipation because I NEVER let him cum in my mouth. I kissed him firmly, prying his lips apart with my tongue and drinking in some of the cum and spit mix he had been holding for so long. 

With my own mouthful now, I went down on hubby. Slowly. Teasingly. Kissing my way down, leaving a slick trail of cummy spit. I eventually enveloped his cock in my mouth, letting the mixture of his own spit and the stranger’s cum coat him and sloppily run down his balls. That night I gave hubby the sloppiest blow job I’ve ever given to anyone. Once the mess in my mouth was completely all over him and he was ready to burst I looked up at him and said “you have my permission to cum now.”

And with that I took him deep into my throat. I started sucking hard while squeezing his balls. Within seconds hubby was yelling out and spasmming as he unloaded over and over and over again into my mouth. My mouth was overflowing with his load - 30 days worth!

Hubby collapsed to the ground twitching, mouth hanging open gasping for air. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever seen a man have and I was proudly watching as it continued to wash over him. I made that happen. I noticed his mouth was empty  - he had swallowed all of the spit and cum as he was orgasming. I crawled over to him and lovingly kissed his open, gasping mouth. I tasted cum on his lips, pee, another man’s cock, sweat. He was disgusting and I had never been happier for him. This is what he longed for with a woman for forever. And now that I had experienced it, I understood why. Lovingly I transferred all of his cum from my mouth into his, along with the spit that had accumulated. “Swallow it baby. Eat up all that cum for me again.”

We lay together in the grass for a while longer, looking up at the stars, laughing and touching, professing our love and dedication to each other. He thanked me and I thanked him. Completely together and in sync, just like after any basic run of the mill sex night in our bed. Just two best friends and lovers. Two lovers with a very interesting life coming up because of this night. We had both awoken demons.