Be Careful What You Wish For: A Cuckold's Story (4 page)

“Not out here where people can see!” she said and struggled to free herself. He finally let her go and she stepped back, color in her cheeks and her breasts heaving. “God!”

“You can follow us home,” Rick said. He turned to Liz. “Unless you have some objection?”

She seemed to be having second thoughts.
“I… I don’t know. This … this is all so sudden! I thought we’d talk about it, you know, work into it!”

“We’ll talk about it at your house,” Darrell said. “Nothing is going to happen unless you want it to, okay?”

That seemed to assuag
e Liz. She allowed a small smile to flash across her face and turned to Rick to give him a tiny nod. “We’ll talk.”

“Great!” They got into their car and headed out. Liz started right in on him.

“God! I can’t believe you did that! I need more time! I can’t … how can you ask me… Jesus!”

“No one is going to force you to do anything. We’re going home and you and Darrell will talk it over. If you decide you’re not ready, then we’ll send Darrell home and we’ll go to bed and fuck.”

“Oh? You’re sure about that?”

“I’m pretty sure. I can tell you’re kinda worked up. They way your eyes dart around and how hard your nipples are pressing against your bra. Plus, that wonderful blush you get.”

“Fuck!
You think you know me so well!”

“I do, actually. Especially in the last week or so. I always thought you were undersexed because you hardly wanted to make love to me. Now I know you’re oversexed, but just not for me.”

She started to protest and he held up one hand. “Don’t be insulted. I know I’m not the most
, uh,
imaginative lover.”
That was his way of admitting he had a small cock.
He was still ashamed to
say
it aloud.

Liz didn’t speak at first and he knew he had said the truth. “You’re a good man,” she finally said and that was a backhanded compliment if he’d ever heard one.

Nothing more was said until they pulled into their driveway and parked. They got out and waited for Darrell to park his
pickup truck
out front. When he came up, he ignored Rick and put his arm around Liz and escorted her inside, Rick trailing
behind,
his cock throbbing
.

Rick made them all drinks and noted Darrell and Liz sat on the couch. He
sat
across from them in an easy chair. He
couldn’t wait to see
Darrell do his
thing! It surprised him that he felt
a little
uncomfortable, like he shouldn’t be there, watching. And yet, it was
very
arousing.
His cock was
still
hard.

Darrell took one sip of his drink and put it down. Liz was gulping hers, trying to work up her courage. He reached out and plucked her glass from her hand and put it down on a coaster. “Now,” he said, “let’s talk.”

“Um…” Liz said.

Rick said nothing.

“Okay, I’ll talk. I know how you’re feeling. It’s one thing to talk about it with your husband, maybe play a few games in bed, but quite another to stare your fantasy in the face, am I right?”

Both Rick and Liz nodded.

“Okay, so we take it very slowly, okay?”

Liz nodded again. Rick just stared. He had a feeling he might learn something about his wife tonight.

Darrell
leaned down and kissed her neck, something that Rick knew always got to her. His hand roamed over her upper chest and jawline, but never touched her breasts. He was teasing her and it had the desired result. Liz began to shift her hips, as if trying to get more comfortable.

Darrell turned to Rick. “You okay with this, man?”

Rick just nodded, his eyes alight. He licked his lips and Darrell smiled.

“Okay, just checking.” He returned his attention to Liz and pulled her face toward him and kissed her on the lips. It was gentle, but forceful. Liz seemed to respond to it at first, then glanced over at Rick and blushed. She pulled back.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this! Rick, are you sure?”

“I’m sure, honey. You look so hot there. I love the contrast of his black hands against your white body.”

It apparently was the right thing to say because she allowed Darrell to pull her back to him and this time, she kissed him back.
The man’s hand snaked up behind her head and grasped her hair and tugged, drawing a breath from her. He smiled. His free
hand roamed over her body, touching her hips, her legs, but never her erogenous zones. Liz responded, her body g
rowing languid and supple at his touch
. Rick found himself nodding,
enjoying seeing a master lover at work
. He vowed he would mimic this behavior the next time they made love. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes riveted on the scene before him.

For several minutes, all Darrell did was kiss her. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck – everywhere but where Liz
seemingly
wanted him to kiss. The dress she wore zipped up the back and Rick wondered how Darrell would manage it. He had no doubt it would be smooth.

Darrell was in no hurry. Rick could see his wife getting more turned on and began moving her body around to allow his big hands to touch her breasts, but he thwarted her efforts. She became more frustrated and aroused.

At last, when one of his hands cupped her left breast, Liz
moaned
aloud. Rick smiled and his cock grew hard
er
in his pants. He shifted position.
He wanted to touch himself but he was too embarrassed.
He wondered if they’d mind if he took some pictures, something he could look at later and beat off. It shamed him to think that he’d rather masturbate than fuck his wife and shook his head to dismiss the idea. Maybe later.

Darrell had Liz’s face in his hands now, kissing her, biting her lower lip and making her hot. Rick realized they were no longer thinking of him at all, he was as important as a piece of furniture.

* * *

Liz couldn’t believe this was happening. She and Rick were supposed to talk about it – maybe for weeks – before they would do anything like this! And yet, here
she was
, kissing
this stranger
right in front of him! God, what must he be thinking? She felt like a b
ad wife and yet, Darrell’s hand gripping her hair
caused
an instant reaction
inside her
, like an electric current connected to her pussy
.
When his hands
roamed over her body but refused to touch the right spots
, she wanted to scream.
Damn him! She squirmed, torn between feeling guilty and wanting him to touch her
where it mattered.

His lips slipped down and he kissed her neck and upper chest and Liz’s grew hot. Rick’s presence mattered less
now
. Darrell’s lips returned and teased her own lips, pulling away to kiss her cheek and she found herself reaching out for them like a hungry bird. He grinned and suddenly, a hand grasped
a breast
, making her groan out loud. She glanced over at Rick, worried he might think she was slutty but he was sitting there, an eager smile on his face. Liz tried to ignore him.

Darrell
’s hand returned to her hair and gripped it again as he
moved down to kiss her upper chest, moving from the swell of one breast to another. Liz was so hot, she wanted to feel this man’s naked body against hers. She wond
ered if he
really
had a big cock
or was it just empty bragging. G
od, she hoped so!
Her hand stole down and casually brushed against his pants, as if
by
accident, and she was pleased to find a nice hard
bulge
there. Her mouth began to water.

Darrell pulled her forward, crushing her against his broad chest and kissed her harder. She saw stars for a moment and felt
a hand
behind her, finding the zipper. She wanted to stop him, tell him it was a mistake, but she couldn’t say anything. It was out of her hands. Darrell was in charge and she couldn’t stop him if she tried. It allowed her to let go and accept whatever happened. If Rick wanted to stop it, he’d have to speak up. She was helpless, just like she had felt in her fantasies when the black buck took her in the barn.
Her fantasy lover
wouldn’t take no for an answer and, apparently, neither would Darrell.

The dress unzipped
to her waist and Liz felt shy all of a sudden and tried to keep him from exposing her bra.
What
will
Rick think?
went through her mind.
But Darrell was having none of it and it only made her hotter. He pulled her dress down and dove onto her breasts above her bra and began kissing her, making her swoon.

“God,” she said, “we shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Hush,” he said and reached around behind her to unclasp her bra. She gasped again as her nipples came into view and Darrell bent down and began to suckle them. Liz felt lost, her body taking over for her guilty mind, and she reached up and stroked the side of Darrell’s face.

“Oh!”

Rick no longer existed. She could not look over there. It would ruin the moment. She closed her eyes and fell under Darrell’s control. He was a real man, a
demanding
lover. She wanted him, wanted to feel his hands on her naked body, his hard cock spearing her, her legs wrapped around his narrow waist.

“God,” she whispered.

“Now, let’s see how good you are at sucking cock.” He looked over at Rick. “Although I don’t expect you’ve had much experience.”

She looked at Rick to see his reaction.
The insult seemed to roll off of him
. His small cock pressed against his pants.

She
hesitated, still embarrassed, and Darrell gripped the back of her neck and gave her just enough pressure so she could tell herself she was helpless. She
dropped to her knees, trying to hold her dress up in front of her and unbuckli
ng his pants with
her free hand. He shook his head and she let the dress fall away
and her bra fell to the floor. It made her feel slutty and naughty. She
used both hands to free his hard cock.
When she saw the size of it, her mouth dropped open.

“Oh my god!”

Even Rick seemed stunned by it. It had to be a good eight inches, maybe more, and thick along its entire length.
It seemed
twice as big as Rick’s! It was obvious he shaved, because there was just a tuft of black hair directly above that monster.
She had no idea how
it
would fit inside her mouth, although she was willing to give it a go.

She took the tip inside and found it made her jaw stretch out. How could she take all of it? She made love to the tip, hoping it would be enough, but Darrell forced more into her mouth, making her gag.

“Mmmmffft!”

“What was that?”

She pulled back. “It’s too big!”

He laughed. “You’ll get used to it.” She thought maybe he was right.

She tried again and was able to take a bit more. He began to
help her, pushing
a little ways in so she wouldn’t choke on it. She slobbered over his cock for several minutes, her jaw aching before he pulled away.

“That’s a good start. You’ll get better.”

Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted and gasped aloud. He had picked her up as if she weighed nothing and it made her feel like a young girl again. She wished she had lost some weight before all this happened! Was he secretly disgusted by her body? He didn’t seem to mind as he carried her to the bedroom. Liz got a glimpse of Rick standing and following them, but she tried not to notice.

Darrell stopped in the middle of the bedroom and turned to Rick. “Pull the covers back,” he ordered and Liz watched, amazed, as he did just that. He was being submissive too, as if eager to learn at the feet of the master. Darrell laid her carefully on the bed and eased her dress off of her. She felt her shyness return and tried to cover up, but he just shook her head and she stopped.
She had to lift her hips to help him and it showed how easily she could be corrupted.

Liz was
soon naked except for her panties. She wanted to keep them on a bit longer, but
Darrell stripped them off quickly and tossed them aside.
She felt helpless to stop him and it made her wetter, if that was possible. Rick was a wheedler in bed; Darrell was a man.
He dove onto her pussy and began tonguing her. She thought she might lose her mind. Rick rarely ever licked her “down there,” saying it was too messy. Darrell was at home there and it was obvious he had had considerable experience.
Liz felt embarrassed that she hadn’t trimmed up better.