A Cuckold Story: unexpected gift for the cuck

The hum of the refrigerator filled the quiet kitchen, a familiar drone that usually soothed Hary. Tonight, it felt like a countdown. He traced the rim of his empty coffee mug, the ceramic cool against his fingertips. Jesmin, his wife, a whirlwind of vibrant energy even in repose, leaned against the counter opposite him, her smile a slow, knowing bloom. Her auburn hair, usually a wild halo, was pulled back in a loose knot, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. A silk robe, the color of spilled wine, clung to her frame, hinting at the curves beneath.

“Lina’s flight lands in an hour,” Jesmin’s voice, a low purr, cut through the silence. “Derek will be here around nine.”

Hary nodded, a knot tightening in his stomach. The routine was familiar: Jesmin found the bull, Hary endured his chastity, a silent observer to his wife’s pleasure. They’d explored every facet, every boundary. He remembered the raw, primal thrill when Jesmin had first brought a man home, the electric current that had shot through him as he watched, helpless, aroused. Then came the bareback encounters, Jesmin’s breathless stories, the unique flavor of another man’s seed on his tongue when she’d offered him the creampie. Each experience pushed the envelope, deepening their shared obsession. But this, inviting Lina, felt different. A new, exhilarating precipice.

“You excited?” Jesmin’s eyes, the color of warm honey, met his, a flicker of challenge in their depths.

“Always,” Hary managed, his voice a little rougher than he intended. He was excited, terrified, and a thousand other things. The thought of another woman, especially Lina, Jesmin’s best friend, witnessing his role, his humiliation, was both daunting and incredibly alluring.

An hour later, the doorbell chimed, a bright, insistent sound. Jesmin’s face lit up, a genuine, unbridled joy. She practically flew to the door, her silk robe swirling around her. Hary followed, a step behind, his heart thumping a frantic rhythm against his ribs.

The door swung open, revealing Lina. She stood framed in the doorway, a vision of effortless beauty. Her blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders, catching the hallway light like spun gold. Her eyes, a startling cerulean blue, danced with amusement as she took in Jesmin’s eager embrace. She wore a simple, form-fitting black dress that hugged her curves, hinting at a voluptuous figure. Her skin, a creamy alabaster, seemed to glow. Hary hadn’t seen her in person in years, only snippets on video calls. The reality was far more striking.

“Jesmin, you menace!” Lina’s laugh, a clear, bell-like sound, filled the hall. “It’s been too long!”

Their hug was fierce, genuine. Then Lina’s gaze shifted, landing on Hary. A slow smile spread across her face, a mischievous glint in her blue eyes.

“Hary, you old dog!” she exclaimed, pulling away from Jesmin and stepping inside. She offered him a quick, friendly hug, her scent—a delicate mix of jasmine and something subtly sweet—enveloping him for a fleeting moment. “Still keeping this wild one in line?”

“Someone has to try,” Hary replied, a nervous chuckle escaping him. He felt a blush creep up his neck.

“So, the grand plan,” Lina began, her eyes sparkling, “Jesmin gave me the gist. I’m intrigued.” She looked between them, a playful curiosity.

“Well, you know Hary’s rules,” Jesmin said, her arm looping through Lina’s. “Chastity is key. Go on, love. Show Lina your dedication.” Jesmin’s tone was light, but Hary knew the command beneath it.

Hary’s breath hitched. He knew this was coming, but the directness, in front of Lina, still stung, yet thrilled him. He moved to the living room, his movements stiff, and began to unbutton his shirt. The air conditioning, usually a comfort, now felt like a thousand tiny needles on his skin. He shed his clothes, piece by piece, until he stood naked before them. His cock, locked securely in its small metal cage, glinted under the soft lamplight. The sight was a familiar one to him, a constant reminder of his place, but he felt the heat of Lina’s gaze, a new, unfamiliar scrutiny.

Lina’s eyes widened slightly, then she burst out laughing. It wasn’t a cruel laugh, but one of genuine, surprised amusement. “Oh, Hary!” she gasped, clutching her stomach. “You weren’t kidding, Jesmin! It’s so… petite!”

Hary felt a flush spread across his entire body. His ears burned. Jesmin, however, simply smiled, a proud, almost possessive look on her face.

“It keeps him honest,” Jesmin said, her voice laced with affection. “And focused. Now, come here, my love.” She gestured for him to approach. “Lina’s had a long flight. Her feet must be aching. Why don’t you give her a proper welcome massage?”

Hary’s humiliation intensified, yet a strange warmth spread through him. To touch Lina, to serve her, was an unexpected twist. He knelt before Lina, who had settled onto the plush sofa, her long legs stretching out before him. Her black dress rode up her thighs, revealing a tantalizing expanse of smooth skin.

“Oh, Hary, you don’t have to,” Lina said, though her smile suggested otherwise. She leaned back, crossing her ankles.

Hary didn’t speak, simply reached for her feet. Her skin was soft, delicate, and surprisingly warm. He began to knead her arches, his thumbs working into the soles of her feet. The scent of her feet, a faint, clean aroma, filled his nostrils. He moved his fingers between her toes, gently stretching them. Lina sighed, a soft sound of contentment.

“That’s heavenly, Hary,” she murmured, closing her eyes for a moment. “You really are a good boy.”

Just as Hary was working his way up her calves, the doorbell rang again. Derek. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with anticipation. Jesmin’s eyes met Hary’s, a silent message passing between them. *This is it.*

Jesmin went to the door. Hary continued to massage Lina’s feet, his gaze fixed on the doorway. Derek, a man built like a granite statue, filled the frame. His shoulders were broad, his chest powerful, straining against a tight, dark t-shirt. A dark stubble shadowed his jaw, and his eyes, a piercing gray, held a confident, almost predatory glint. He carried a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, a casual air about him that belied his imposing presence.

“Derek, darling!” Jesmin’s voice, a little breathy, welcomed him. She pulled him in, kissing him deeply, passionately. Hary watched, a familiar ache blooming in his chest.

Derek’s gaze swept over the room, landing on Lina, then on Hary, naked and kneeling. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. “Looks like I’m right on time.” His voice was deep, resonant.

Lina uncrossed her legs, sitting up straighter. “Derek, a pleasure to finally meet you,” she said, her voice steady, though a flush had risen to her cheeks.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Lina,” Derek replied, his eyes lingering on her. “Jesmin talks a lot about you.” He moved further into the room, shedding his duffel bag.

Jesmin, her eyes bright with mischief, poured three glasses of champagne. “To new experiences, and old friends!” she toasted, handing a glass to Lina and Derek, and taking one for herself. Hary remained on the floor, his role to serve, not partake. He watched them clink glasses, the soft clink of crystal a counterpoint to his racing pulse.

The evening unfolded in a haze of champagne and rising tension. Jesmin and Lina, fueled by the bubbly, became more uninhibited, their laughter echoing through the house. Derek, a silent, powerful presence, watched them, his gaze possessive. Hary, still naked, still confined, moved around the periphery, refilling drinks, clearing away empty glasses, his eyes feasting on Lina. Her beauty, up close, was breathtaking. The way her dress clung to her, the gentle sway of her hips when she walked, the flash of her teeth when she laughed. It had been decades since he’d seen a naked woman other than Jesmin, and the anticipation of what was to come, the sight of Lina’s uninhibited form, was a potent intoxicant.

As the night wore on, the conversation grew more suggestive. Jesmin, emboldened by the champagne, began to tease Derek, her fingers tracing patterns on his arm. Lina, initially more reserved, started to mirror Jesmin’s playful boldness, her eyes sparkling with a new kind of daring.

“You know, Lina,” Jesmin purred, her hand sliding up Derek’s bicep, “Derek is quite the… *performer*.”

Lina’s lips curved into a slow smile. “So I’ve heard.” Her gaze flickered to Derek, then back to Jesmin. “Care to show me?”

Derek chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. “Always happy to oblige two beautiful women.” He stood, pulling Jesmin to her feet, his hands already finding the silk of her robe. Jesmin didn’t resist, her eyes locked with Lina’s, a silent invitation passing between them.

The silk robe fell to the floor, pooling around Jesmin’s feet. She stood before them, magnificent. Her full breasts, tipped with dark nipples, jutted proudly. The dark triangle of her pubic hair, usually meticulously trimmed, was now a lush, untamed bush, a silent testament to her recent adventures. Hary felt a jolt, a familiar surge of desire and impotence.

Lina’s eyes widened, a genuine appreciation in her gaze. “Wow, Jesmin,” she breathed. “You really are a goddess.”

Jesmin preened, enjoying the attention. “Your turn, my friend,” she challenged, her voice husky.

Lina hesitated for a moment, then a thrill of defiance, of pure, unadulterated desire, seemed to ignite in her eyes. She reached for the zipper of her black dress, a slow, deliberate movement. The fabric gave way, revealing the smooth curve of her back. The dress slid down her body, pooling around her ankles next to Jesmin’s robe.

Hary’s breath caught in his throat. Lina stood before them, utterly naked. Her figure was statuesque, her breasts high and round, her nipples a lighter rose than Jesmin’s. Her stomach was flat, her hips flared gently, leading to a perfectly sculpted mound of blonde pubic hair, a lighter shade than her head, neatly trimmed. Her legs were long, toned, ending in delicate ankles. It was a vision of raw, unadulterated femininity, and Hary felt a profound sense of awe, a primal ache in his groin. He had never imagined Lina like this.

Derek’s eyes darkened, a hungry look in them. He took a step towards Lina, his hand reaching out, his fingers brushing against her hip. A shiver ran through Lina’s body, visible even from where Hary knelt.

“Beautiful,” Derek murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Jesmin, ever the orchestrator, clapped her hands softly. “Alright, boys and girls. Let’s get this party started.” She led them towards the master bedroom, Hary following silently, his eyes fixed on the sway of Lina’s hips, the tantalizing curve of her ass.

Inside the bedroom, soft lighting created an intimate glow. The large bed, covered in dark silk sheets, beckoned. Jesmin climbed onto the bed first, positioning herself on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air, inviting. Derek followed, his eyes devouring her. He leaned over, his lips finding the nape of her neck, his hands tracing the curve of her spine.

Lina watched, her breathing quickening. Then, with a newfound boldness, she moved to the side of the bed, her fingers tracing the edge of the silk sheets. Derek, his attention momentarily on Jesmin, felt Lina’s presence. He looked up, his gaze locking with hers.

“Join us, Lina,” Jesmin purred, her voice already thick with arousal.

Lina hesitated no longer. She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself next to Jesmin, her body a mirror image of her friend’s, though a hint of shyness still clung to her movements.

Derek moved between them, his powerful body a stark contrast to their delicate forms. He leaned down, his lips finding Jesmin’s first, a deep, hungry kiss that left her breathless. Then, his head moved, his tongue tracing the curve of her ear, his hand reaching for Lina’s breast, his fingers gently squeezing the soft flesh. Lina gasped, a small, surprised sound.

Hary watched from the foot of the bed, his dick straining uselessly against the cage, his entire being focused on the spectacle before him. The scents of aroused women, of sweat, of musk, filled the air, intoxicating him.

Derek’s cock, thick and long, sprang free as he shed his jeans, a formidable weapon. He positioned himself behind Jesmin, his hands on her hips. With a low groan, he plunged into her.

“Ah!” Jesmin cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure. The wet, slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. Jesmin bucked against him, her ass grinding into his pelvis.

Lina watched, her eyes wide, a hand flying to her mouth. She saw Jesmin’s face contort in pleasure, heard her muffled moans. Derek’s thrusts were deep, rhythmic, relentless. Jesmin’s body convulsed, her hips arching higher with each powerful stroke.

“Your turn, Lina,” Jesmin gasped, her voice raw.

Derek pulled out of Jesmin with a wet *shlick*, the sound echoing in the room. He turned, his eyes fixed on Lina. He moved behind her, his hand finding the warm, wet slit between her legs. Lina gasped, her body tensing. Derek’s fingers parted her labia, a thick finger finding her clit, circling it gently.

“You’re so wet, Lina,” Derek murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

Lina whimpered, her hips beginning to twitch. Derek’s cock, still glistening from Jesmin, nudged against her entrance. Lina’s muscles tightened, a flicker of apprehension in her eyes.

“Relax, baby,” Derek whispered, his voice a low command. He pushed, slowly, deliberately.

Lina cried out, a sharp, surprised sound, as the head of his cock breached her. She tensed, her body rigid.

“Breathe, Lina,” Jesmin encouraged, her voice soft.

Derek paused, letting her adjust, then pushed again, deeper. Lina gasped, a mixture of pain and a dawning pleasure. Her body began to give way, her hips rocking instinctively. Derek drove into her fully, a groan escaping him.

“Oh, God,” Lina moaned, her voice trembling. The sensation was overwhelming, primal. The sheer size of him, stretching her, filling her completely.

Derek began to thrust, a powerful, measured rhythm. Lina’s head fell back, her blonde hair fanning out on the silk sheets. Her moans grew louder, more uninhibited. Hary watched, his own body aching, a strange, vicarious pleasure coursing through him. To see Lina, so composed earlier, reduced to this raw, primal state, was an incredible sight.

Derek moved between them, alternating his attention, his powerful thrusts driving both women to the brink. The bed creaked, the sounds of their pleasure filling the room. Jesmin, her body glistening with sweat, would watch as Derek fucked Lina, offering words of encouragement, her hand sometimes reaching out to stroke Lina’s hair. Lina, in turn, would watch Jesmin, a new understanding dawning in her eyes.

The climax came in a messy, simultaneous explosion. Derek groaned, burying his face in Jesmin’s neck as he pumped his seed deep inside her. Jesmin screamed, her body arching violently, her muscles clenching around him. Next to her, Lina cried out, her body convulsing, her own orgasm washing over her in a wave of intense pleasure. Hary watched, mesmerized, as their bodies shuddered, their cries echoing in the room.

Derek pulled out of Jesmin, his cock still dripping. He turned to Lina, his fingers reaching between her legs, spreading her open. A thick stream of white cum, Derek’s cum, dripped from her pussy, running down her inner thigh.

All three of them were breathless, spent, and a little drunk. Jesmin, still panting, looked at Hary, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Hary, darling,” she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Looks like Lina needs a little cleaning up. All that cum… it’s a shame to waste.”

Hary’s heart leaped into his throat. He looked at Lina, her eyes still hazy with post-orgasmic bliss, a flush staining her cheeks. She was beautiful, even with the sticky evidence of Derek’s pleasure running down her leg.

Lina’s eyes met his, a flicker of surprise, then acceptance. She simply nodded, a slow, languid movement.

Hary, his body aching with unfulfilled desire, yet surging with a strange, intense pleasure, moved to the side of the bed. He knelt, his eyes fixed on the trail of cum. He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly, and gently parted Lina’s ass cheeks. The sight of her asshole, puckered and pink, with a smear of white cum just at its edge, sent a jolt through him. He leaned closer, his tongue darting out, a tentative lick.

Lina gasped, a shiver running through her. Her ass muscles tightened instinctively. Hary’s tongue was warm, surprisingly gentle. He worked slowly, deliberately, his tongue tracing the folds of her asshole, lapping up the sticky white fluid. The taste was musky, salty, a potent cocktail of sex and male essence. He continued, his tongue circling, cleaning every last drop from her delicate skin. Lina’s breathing became shallow, her body trembling under his ministrations. She closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Jesmin watched, a satisfied smile on her face. Derek, leaning back against the headboard, simply observed, a faint smirk on his lips. Hary finished his task, his tongue sweeping one last time, leaving Lina’s asshole clean, glistening with his saliva. He pulled back, his eyes meeting Lina’s. Her gaze was soft, a mixture of gratitude and a new, unspoken understanding. The humiliation was profound, yet the pleasure, the sheer, unadulterated thrill of serving her, of being so intimately connected to her pleasure, was an overwhelming, intoxicating force. He had cleaned Lina’s asshole, tasted Derek’s cum, and a new boundary had been crossed, a new depth explored in their shared, twisted desire. The night had ended, but the echoes of their pleasure, and Hary’s unique role in it, would linger.