Chapter 2: The Dream Continues

I first met Oscar when on vacation last year and found him to be a most agreeable guy. Maybe it was the relaxed atmosphere generated by the combination of the hot sun while enjoying cold beer and looking at the lovelies on the beach that made us comfortable in each other’s company but for whatever reason he certainly had no reservations about telling me all about himself, his life and his aspirations and I, as an aspiring writer who loved hearing people’s stories, was more than happy to listen. My stay came to an end and we parted company and made those holiday promises of keeping in touch and, surprisingly, we did just that, exchanged occasional e-mails over the following year. I think he shared my excitement when I told him that I had booked to return to the same place for a similar vacation and he revealed that he and his family had also committed for the same time and that our paths would cross again. We arranged to meet and he promised to would bring me up to date with all that had happened over the last 12 months.

He was already at ‘our’ bar on my first day when I got down to the beach and I joined him at a table under a sunshade that overlooked the sea. After we had finished our greeting (and I had handed over a gift of English chocolate that he confessed he loved) and taken a sip of our first beer of the day he pointed out on the beach below us a couple of sun-loungers beneath an umbrella where an attractive lady and two young girls were laying. She looked in our direction and gave a wave. We both raised our glasses of beer and waved in return.

“That’s Irene,” he said. “Let me tell you what’s happened since we last spoke.” This is what he told me:

The Christmas holiday was over and before we knew it New Years Eve was upon us and we made our resolutions as we saw out the old and welcomed the new. I wasn’t sure what Irene had in mind for her new year but I resolved to be a better cuckold and to do whatever I could to please her in her pursuit of happiness and love with other men.

All too soon it was time for the girls to return to their boarding school and for us to pick up the threads of our alternative lifestyle. It seemed that no sooner had the girls left that José was knocking at the door with his suitcase in hand and reclaiming his place in the household. As soon as he stepped through the door I witnessed an instant change in my wife from being a devoted spouse and mother into some kind of sexual predator; she couldn’t stop herself from rushing into his arms, giving him a passionate embrace accompanied by an equally passionate kiss. My presence was ignored as I stood to one side feeling completely foolish.

Irene helped me carry my things into the guest room after I had made space in our closets for José to hang his clothes. He didn’t have too many things to take up the space that I had vacated but Irene thanked me for being so understanding and hinted that it was more a symbolic act rather than a practical move. She said that it indicated that for the duration of his stay that our bedroom was now regarded as being more ‘his room’ rather than belonging to me, the husband. After I had stowed away the last of my shirts and underwear she gave me a hug and a kiss and said that she loved me very much. I’m not sure what I felt about that.

So began a whole new ball game. If I had been the compliant cuckold before the festive holiday then the new rules that José introduced ensured that I was going to be subjected to more humiliation. Irene was totally in agreement with every suggestion he made.

Irene was convinced that she had ballooned out over the holiday what with the festive foods that had been eaten combined with the lack of her exercise regime so the first week he was with us started slowly with the pair of them daily meeting up at the Gym and spending god knows how many hours ‘working out’. I often returned home from work to an empty flat to find a note telling me to get dinner started and, being the compliant husband, I did just that. Eventually they would return home both looking flushed and giggling about what they had been doing and after a scant acknowledgment of my presence would disappear to the bathroom where they would freshen up and change before reappearing to come and eat whatever it was that I had prepared.

I could tell that Irene was playing out her part of being indifferent toward me to please José for she had previously told me that this is what she would be doing as part of satisfying my fantasies but it now seemed that José was playing things for real as he seemed to have developed more of a dominant streak since last year. He really looked upon me with contempt and it soon became clear that he was going to be making my life difficult especially with regard to our agreement that I could watch them whenever they were making love. He knew that it was this from which I gained the most pleasure as I stood wanking my stubby dick looking on as he pushed his great fat black cock into Irene’s willing pussy but he also knew that for me to be denied watching that the whole ‘game’ would end.

It was at the end of the week that he made his move. As ever I had been subjected to constant niggling criticisms about the meals I had prepared; the bath not being quite right; ‘where was his clean underwear?’ etc. All comments that were designed to undermine my position in the household and elevate his in the eyes of my wife. It was all part of the game and I didn’t mind for I knew that I would get my payoff at the end of the evening when once again I would be standing naked at the foot of the bed or thereabouts looking on as they fucked.

However, come Friday night and I sensed things had changed when instead of them already being well into their noisy sex by the time I had padded down the hall way to look in their bedroom door, they were both just lying on the bed and clearly waiting for me to appear. I was bemused when José got off the bed and ordered me to come into the room and to go and sit on a chair that had been strategically placed at the side of the bed; Irene’s side. I did as I was told and once I was seated José told me to place my arms on the arms of the chair which he then tied firmly in place so I was unable to move. He then jerked my head back and used another band to secure my neck against the headrest. I glance down at my restraints and saw that he had used my best silk ties to hold me. I was horrified, annoyed, helpless, humiliated that he was treating me so but at the same time excited knowing that whatever was going happen next there was nothing I could do to prevent it. Once I gained my breath I was aware of being quite immobile albeit that my 4 inch cock seemed to have a life of its own and was already as stiff as it has ever been and was dripping my sticky pre-cum onto the cushion below my naked butt.

Satisfied that I was unable to make any meaningful moves he then stood in front of me and taking himself in hand began to tease me how he was going to fill my wife with his monstrous cock; how he was going to make her squeal with delight; how she would be grateful she didn’t have to rely on getting her pleasures from me; how she loved to lick and taste his cock. With that final tease he move closer, positioned himself and stroked his erection across my face. I tried to pull my head away but the restraints he had tied made it impossible and I just had to submit to this new humiliation. My reaction to having his cock shoved in front of my face was a futile gesture; I couldn’t escape and to the sound of their laughter both of them knew it. What they didn’t know was that he had just fulfilled another fantasy to which I hadn’t admitted. I play-acted resistance for a little while but at Irene’s urging for me to open my mouth I eventually did as she ordered. José guided the fat glans between my lips and gave orders of his own for me to, “lick it, taste it, make me wet for your wife”. I didn’t resist any longer and opened my mouth as wide as possible so that he could push himself into my mouth which was now drooling. I can only describe it as being like a hot stiff fleshy rod but at the same time it felt so smooth on my tongue as I tentatively lapped and sucked to the best of my ability. He groaned his approval at my acceptance and willingness of being violated so and clearly I must have been doing something right for he made no attempt to pull out. Indeed, for the first time ever he showed me he had a tender side as he gently held my head and whispered words of encouragement for me to suck harder.

It was bizarre, in less than a week of his return I had gone from being the ‘man of the house’ to being a tied-up, cock-sucking sissy being told by my wife’s lover to make him ready to fuck her whilst she was laying alongside and almost applauding her approval. My head swimming and I couldn’t believe just how easily I had submitted to being humiliated in this way. At the same time my racing heart was telling me that this was just the most exciting thing to have happened to me and even though I was unable to look and confirm I knew from the ache that my cock was rigid with arousal. Over the noise of my slurping I heard Irene’s voice directed not at me but at José telling him that he looked perfect and to come and give her what she was waiting for. He released his hold on my head and pulled out leaving me gasping for air. Without a word he clambered onto the bed and kneeling between her spread thighs he aimed his saliva-covered cock (my saliva) at Irene’s pussy which she was framing with her hands as she opened herself for him. I thought I was going to die with excitement as I sat helplessly watching as he guided that black cock into her pink folds. She pushed up to meet him and within seconds she had taken in every inch and his fat hairy balls were squashed against her bum. They began to slowly fuck and I felt myself involuntarily raising myself up from the seat of my chair as I tried to mirror each thrust he made.

Time stood still for me but I think it must have been just a few moments of them groaning and moaning their obvious pleasure that she looked over at me and smiled and that was when I had my first ejaculation. Even without being able to touch myself I was aware of the most exquisite sensations coursing through my body and the feeling of hot cum splashing on my thighs. I almost wept such was the intensity of my orgasm.

She turned her head away and refocused her attention on José who was clearly bringing her to her own first climax. With each thrust she would give a small yelp of pleasure and murmur words of encouragement; words the like of which she had never used with me; words more suited to a whore rather than a respectable housewife but nevertheless extremely arousing to hear and my little cock responded by not softening at all. How long he managed to keep going I had no idea but eventually after she had seemingly cum multiple times I heard his moans turn into more a series of grunts and his thrusts became even more forceful. I was mesmerised as I sat restrained in my chair and saw his slick black cock appear to become even fatter and then with a bellow he began to shoot his seed. The first couple of spurts were shot deep inside her and then whether by accident or on purpose he pulled out of her and his fat slimy cock continued to jet spurt after spurt of white creamy cum over her belly and her heaving tits. I don’t know what she was feeling but I was in some kind of heaven.

He fell off her and lay alongside her, his cock still impressively stiff but clearly now he had his climax he seemingly had lost interest in her. The pair of them remained laying on their backs, both gasping for air such had been the intensity of their ‘exercise’ and then José put his arm across his face and I swear that within minutes he fell asleep. Irene was as confused and taken aback as myself as we heard the sound of his snoring and she looked back at me as if as to say, ‘wtf?’ I was in no position to answer but was relieved when she slid off the bed and came over to my chair and untied the bonds that were holding me. She gave me a kiss as she helped me up from my chair and I got to my unsteady feet aware that the remains of my ejaculations were dribbling down my legs. If Irene noticed, she made no mention as she took my hand and led me out of the bedroom back to ‘my’ own room.

We must have made a fine sight, both naked and her guiding me as if I was some aged relative! She sat me on my bed and lent down and gave me another kiss and told me once again how much she loved me and as I lay back she added, “now you can take care of yourself”. With that she went back to José whose snoring had stopped and was calling out her name leaving me to fall into an exhausted sleep holding my stiff stubby cock listening to their love-making. Looking back I suppose this was the nadir of the relationship with José for shortly thereafter the atmosphere seemed to change. Whilst I was perversely satisfied with the situation of being continually humiliated and having my ‘shortcomings’ pointed out by José it was worth any discomfort just to see Irene being violated by his fat black cock and have my fevered fantasies made real. However, whilst Irene played along with her part in our game (and admitted that she got so much more satisfaction from being fucked by him rather than my pathetic excuse of a cock) unbeknown to me he was becoming increasingly more abusive to her and she was not enjoying that part at all. She has always been ‘the lady’ and apparently over time he was showing his true colours as a brute and a bully. I never saw any of this happening as often he would be trying to subject her to his will when they were at the Gym or elsewhere.

I returned home from work one day and it was clear that the dynamic had changed. I went to my room to change but found the closets were empty. I looked around and discovered that all my things were back in my, our, bedroom. From the en-suite bathroom I heard noises and when I went in there was Irene softly weeping and dabbing at her bruised lip. She looked in the mirror to see me standing there and her eyes reflected a combination of relief and love. She turned and hugged me and said that it was all over. ‘It’ being that she had told José to get out. I waited for the sobs to die down and she said the event that bought everything to a crashing halt was when he demanded that she leave me and go and live with him as ‘his wife’. He had decided to move to be nearer to his family down south and he demanded that she go with him. His arrogance was such that he couldn’t comprehend her laughing rejection and he reacted in the only way he knew and had hit her.

I never did see José again and I’m sure she didn’t either although she still continued with her gym regime once the bruising had healed. I felt full of guilt and remorse for having led us to this point but my dear Irene would have none of it and said that she just needed to be a little more careful in future with her choice of men. It took a little while for that remark to sink in but, as she later admitted, to be fucked (her word, not mine) by a bigger cock than mine had been a revelation and she had enjoyed the pleasure she received immensely. Knowing that I was getting my own pleasure from watching was the bonus albeit that she still couldn’t understand fully why that should be so but she was glad that I had made her do it. She gave me yet another hug and kiss and told me she loved me so much.

Oscar paused in his narrative to take a sip of his beer. We looked down to the beach and saw Irene gesturing toward him making signs that he accurately interpreted as her wanting him to get her a drink. He went to the bar, ordered and collected a tray of soft drinks and negotiated the steps down to where Irene lay back on her lounger. He also took with him my gift of chocolate bars to put in the cool-bag she had with her and I was pleased to see her wave of thanks. It gave me the opportunity to take a lingering look at the lady who Oscar had been so intimately describing. She was indeed a beauty and although she was wearing a modest pink bikini it took no stretch of the imagination to appreciate the voluptuous body which even from my distance coupled to my less than perfect eyesight showed off her full rounded breasts with the suggestion of stiff nipples beneath. I was charmed and told him so when he returned to join me once more on the terrace.

We refreshed our glasses and he continued with his fascinating story.

With José off the scene and confined to history we vowed to speak of him no more but nevertheless it took a little while for her emotional wounds to heal; she really had been shocked and frightened by José’s behaviour but, having said that, the experience hadn’t lessened her appetite for pandering to my fantasies for which I was truly thankful. It was a couple of weeks after José’s departure that our circumstances changed once more. Irene’s company went through yet another reorganisation and it was decided that her working from home was no longer an option so she was recalled to the office where shortly thereafter she was promoted into becoming the PA to the new boss. The promotion came with a pay rise which was nice but the switch meant that she could once again rekindle her love affair with the company gym which in turn meant she could cancel her membership at the sport centre. We joked it probably meant that she would no longer be seeing the other black men who had expressed an interest in her but she said that was small price to pay to regain her self-esteem once more. However, with no-one else on her radar coupled to her now insatiable need for having a cock bigger than mine to fuck her, a low-risk solution had to be found which in the event was surprisingly easy to find. It was an on-line catalogue for adult ‘sex aids/toys’.