My Year as a Cuckold By Tracy Mc
It was about 8:00 PM on a Thursday. I had been in Philadelphia on a business trip. I was not supposed to return until Friday afternoon but finished the project early. I caught an early flight back to Des Moines and was looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. As soon as I opened the door to our house, I heard unexpected sounds coming from within.
Skulking through the house, I made my way to the hall outside our bedroom and surreptitiously peered in. I was shocked to see the man I recognized as Dan Rister having raucous sex with my wife.
I had met Dan a couple times previously. The first time was some months earlier at my wife's company Christmas party. I immediately felt inadequate in his presence. He was a tall man, probably six-five, which made him a full ten inches taller than me. Even though he was wearing a suit, it was obvious he had an exceptional build. The suit could not conceal his broad shoulders, thick chest and trim waist. All the women were attracted to his masculine good looks. He was literally the center of attention. The enormous bulge in the front of his pants awed me. The only way I could have a bulge like that would be to stuff.
The next time I saw him was at a cookout Connie and I attended at the home of one of her co-workers. Dan was there and, as always, the center of attention. Connie could not take her eyes off him and took a seat near him. I sat further away and just watched him as he held court. He was even more impressive in the summer wearing a lightweight sleeveless shirt and shorts. He sat back in his chaise lounge with his hands behind his head showing off his massive biceps and letting everyone view his hairy armpits. It was impossible not to admire him. He was an extraordinary man with a one-in-a-million muscular physique.
However, there was more to him than his classic masculine good looks and god-like body. He had an intangible power that drew people to him. The men were instinctively deferential towards him, the women sexually attracted. Everyone wanted to befriend him and bask in the light of his attention. People could not do enough for him. I was no exception. I too longed for him to acknowledge my existence. He possessed a confidence that is absent in ordinary men. I had observed the power he possessed in other men but it was rare. He was an Alpha male. I could not stop watching the way he interacted with other people. It was fascinating to watch.
I had also seen him weeks later at Rookies, a sports bar Connie and I visited to watch a University of Iowa game with friends. Same story, Dan was the center of attention. The waitresses were all flirting with him. Connie nearly knocked people over as she rapidly made her way to his table to "say hello" where Dan warmly greeted her.
So here I was outside my bedroom, as a man I had come to admire was fucking my wife. My mind flashed back to the image of his big bulge and I mentally compared him to my below average sized endowment that Connie was never excited about. I snapped back to the present and realized Dan had spotted me. When we made eye contact, he smiled slyly and started thrusting his mighty cock into my wife even more forcefully, which elicited loud screams of ecstasy, the likes of which I had never heard come from her previously. Dismayed that Connie was enjoying sex with Dan more than she ever had with me, I hastily fled the house and hopped in the car. I drove down a side street and parked where I was out of sight but could watch the house. I waited about an hour for him to leave before giving up dejected and went to a hotel for the night. I spent the night alone while another man was in bed with my wife.
The next morning I went to work as usual then came home when Connie was expecting me to return. She acted as if nothing was amiss but noticed I was not acting normally and asked me about it. I just told her I was weary from travel. I loved her too much to confront her about her infidelity. I tried to put it out of my mind hoping life would return to normal.
A couple weeks later, I had to go on another business trip. This time I intentionally lied to Connie and told her it was a three-day trip when it was actually only two. I returned late Tuesday afternoon. I immediately returned to the location I had previously used to surveil my home. It was an excellent location as the surrounding structures and landscaping concealed my car but still provided me a good view of the house. Connie returned home at about five-thirty, her usual time. I waited.
After almost three hours, I was starting to feel relieved that Connie's infidelity was a one-time event. I had no more than come to this conclusion when a new BMW pulled into my driveway. That was not the car Dan drove two weeks earlier. "Maybe it isn't him," I thought. My hopes were quickly dashed when I saw Dan exit the expensive car. There he was in his virile magnificence. There was no mistaking the tall handsome man. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt showing off those remarkable tanned biceps and broad shoulders. He walked up to the house and just went in without knocking as if he owned the place.
I stayed in the car watching the house to see how long he stayed. Neither one left the house before I fell asleep after a few hours. A loud tapping awakened me. It was well after midnight and I was disoriented. It did not take long to remember where I was but there was a bright light shining in my eyes and I was trying to locate its source. I was aghast to find a police officer standing at the window shining a flashlight in my eyes. He ordered me out of the car and demanded my license. He was a big man like Dan. With my hands planted on the roof of my car, the officer checked me for weapons. This gave me a moment to contemplate what seemed to be my fate. For as long as I could remember, I had to acquiesce to imposing men who intimidated me. I had never been very big or strong, so submitting to the will of these men became a way of life.
When the officer realized I was just down the street from my home he asked what I was doing. I tried to think of a plausible lie to tell him but drew a blank. I turned towards him and just explained that I thought my wife was having an affair and was watching the house. Instead of empathizing with my plight, he smiled and chuckled. "Turn around and put your hands behind you back," he ordered. I followed his orders and found myself in handcuffs for the first time in my life. "I'm going to put you in my cruiser and search your car for weapons," he explained as he walked me to his car. He opened the door and I got in.
"How could the day get worse." I wondered. While one big masculine man was down the street with his dick in my wife, another one had me locked in the back of a police car.
The latter returned a few minutes later satisfied that my car was free of weapons. He let me out of the cruiser and removed the cuffs. "It's time for you to move along now. I don't want you causing any trouble. You're a pretty little guy. If a better man wants to fuck your wife you're probably just going to have to accept it boy," he said condescendingly. I got in my car and as I drove away, I groused to myself that the police officer was probably a bull like Dan. He certainly was not a bit sympathetic to my plight.
I drove around a while then returned to my house. I parked a couple doors down and quietly got out. I silently crept up to our bedroom window. I did not hear a sound. They must be through fucking and asleep, I concluded. With nothing else to do, I left and found a hotel room...again. It was almost two in the morning and I had to be back to work in five hours.
In the coming weeks, I became obsessed with confronting Dan so I could put a stop to his illicit affair with my wife. I did not know exactly where he lived but I knew roughly what part of town. Every evening I would visit some bars and restaurants looking for him. I finally got lucky and spotted him one night at an upscale place with a couple buddies. They were seated at a corner table near the back. I approached the table for my confrontation. "I know you've been sleeping with my wife you son-of-a-bitch," I blurted out. "You'd better put a stop to it or I'll..." That was all I got out before he was out of his chair grabbing me by the front of my shirt. With one hand, he lifted me off the floor and slammed me against the wall with a thud. That took the wind out of my sails, not to mention my lungs.
With me still in the air, Dan turned to his friends. "Give us a minute, will ya guys?" With smirks on their faces, they picked up their beers and went to the bar where they watched us from there. Dan turned his attention to me. "Do I know you boy?" he asked.
"I'm Mike Franklin, Connie's husband," I said, now frightened. I had never been in a fight and had not given any thought as to how Dan might react to such a confrontation.
"Oh, so you're the cuck. I thought you looked familiar. Sit down and we'll have a little chat," he said, putting me down and pushing me into a chair next to him. I was terrified and regretted my decision to confront him. With a hand on my shoulder, he got close enough that I could feel his hot breath on my face. "Yeah, I've been fucking your wife. She's a beautiful lady and a great lay. She's told me a lot about you. You're not man enough to satisfy her," he said. "She wants a real man." I dejectedly hung my head and listened. I hated what I heard but deep down knew it was the truth. "Man, she loves sucking on my big dick," he said with a laugh. That was particularly hard to hear since I could barely get her to touch my little cock. He grabbed my chin in his big powerful paw and forced me to look up. He raised an arm, flexing it in my face. I watched in awe and fear as his huge thick bicep expanded to a massive mound. The display of power was overwhelming and not lost on me. I was incredibly intimidated. "Tell you what we're going to do," he stated confidently. "I'm going to keep fucking your wife whenever I want and you're not going to say a word about it to her. That sound like a good plan to you boy?" I was powerless in his presence. I just stared wide eyed at him. "Answer me boy." I nodded. "With words," he commanded.
"Yes," I said meekly barely above a whisper.
"Now answer me again and show me some respect," he responded evenly.
I was not sure what he meant. Then it dawned on me. "Yes Sir," I said hoping those were the right words and afraid of the consequences if they were not.
"That's better boy," he said. "Inferiors like you need to show the proper respect to real men. Don't forget that boy."
"I won't Sir," I responded honestly. Even though we were roughly the same age, I felt like a child in his presence.
"Listen," Dan said. "I don't like having to wait for you to go on a business trip to fuck Connie. Give me your cell number and I'll call when I want you to get lost. You can hang around the house when I don't need it."
"OK," I answered. He gave me a stern look. "Sir," I quickly added. I gave him my number and to my relief, he dismissed me with a shove. I was humiliated as I walked away. I had come here to put a stop to the affair and now it seemed I was going to be playing an active role in it. Without effort, he had manipulated me to serve his needs.
True to his word, when Dan wanted to fuck Connie he called my cell phone and gave me orders as to when to be away and for how long. Sometimes I would get a day or two advance notice. In those cases, there was nothing out of the ordinary as far as Connie was concerned. I would mention it to her in the evening and go on my "trip" the next day. Often though, he would only give me a few hours notice. In those cases, I would have to go home at lunch or after work and grab some clothes for the night. Of course, I would immediately advise Connie so she could invite her lover over. If Connie thought anything was strange about the change in routine, she never mentioned it. The only thing that mattered to her was spending another night in the arms of her powerful lover. She usually changed the sheets after her encounters but occasionally time didn't permit it before I got home. In those cases, I could smell him on the sheets and my pillow. But, of course, I never mentioned it.
One afternoon a couple months into this arrangement, Dan called and told me he was going to fuck Connie the following night, Tuesday. Not being a rich person, the cost of staying at a hotel every time he took over my house was getting to be a financial burden. I mentioned that to Dan and he had a solution. "While I'm at your house fucking your wife, you can stay at my place," he offered. That sounded like a good idea to me. He gave me his address and said he would leave the door open. "Sleep on the couch though," he added. "I don't want your sorry ass in my bed. And whenever you're there make yourself useful and clean the place up."
I went out for dinner after work Tuesday and had a couple drinks. I was never in a very festive mood when Dan was with my wife so I skipped going to a bar. I found Dan's house but the door was locked. I went around back and could not get in there either. I did not bother trying the windows. I did not want to be caught going through a window and have to explain to the police that I was staying there because the homeowner was at my house fucking my wife. I went to a hotel for another night.
The next time he called, I complained that he forgot to leave the door unlocked. He gave me the garage door opener code and said he would leave an extra key on the kitchen counter for me, and then mentioned he would be using my bed Friday night. I asked him why he never took Connie to his place for sex. "When I fuck another man's wife it's a kick to do it in his bed," he said with a laugh.
I dutifully went to Dan's place after work Friday evening. I was able to get in with the garage door code and found the spare key he left. I put it on my key ring. It was kind of depressing knowing how often I would probably be using it. He had a nice place but he was not much of a housekeeper. I spent the evening watching the tube and went to sleep early.
I was glad to see Dan home at about ten o'clock Saturday morning because that meant that I could go home. He immediately looked around and said, "You were supposed to clean the place up."
Forgetting my place, I responded, "I'm not your maid."
Dan backhanded me hard across the face, which immediately changed my attitude. "I think you're forgetting who you're talking to boy," he said in a confident manner. He did not seem angry but there was no doubt as to who was the boss.
"I apologize Sir," I meekly responded rubbing my stinging face.
"Now you're going to clean this place up and you're not leaving until it is spotless. I told you to clean whenever you're here, dumb ass. Don't ever make me give you an order twice again. You got that cuckold?" he asked.
"Yes Sir," I said. "I'll do what you say. I'm sorry." I was afraid of the big man and did not want to antagonize him further. I set about the task of cleaning his house. I did not know if I was supposed to do his laundry too but was afraid to ask so I did it as well while I was doing my cleaning.
Dan was in and out while I was cleaning his house. It was humiliating working there while he was home but I knew I could have avoided it by following his orders the night before. About noon he said, "Make me something to eat boy." I was to the point that I acted on his orders without a second thought. I fixed him lunch and served it to him as he was watching one of the sports channels. I felt like his servant. I finally finished my work around five o'clock. I was proud that I had the house so clean and was eager to please Dan. I followed him around as he inspected my work and was thrilled when he approved and gave me permission to leave. Without thinking, I thanked him.
As I was going out the door, Dan stopped me and said, "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I left you a present."
Surprised, I asked, "What's that Sir?"
"After I fucked your wife last night I took the case off your pillow and dumped the contents of my rubber on it. I want you to smell me every night and remember who the man of your house is now," he said with a chuckle. "I made Connie promise to leave it." I turned to leave. "You'd better thank me if you don't want me to drag you back in here boy," he warned.
I turned back and looked him in the eyes, "Thank you for the gift Sir."
"You're welcome boy. Be sure you sleep on it every night with the cum side next to your face," he said.
"I will Sir," I said submissively.
When I got home, Connie was out. I went to the bedroom to check out my "present." There was not anything on the pillow on my side of the bed. I checked the other one. There it was. Connie must have switched pillows. I was both appalled and impressed by the volume of cum he produced. The stain covered about a third of one side of the pillow. I pressed my nose to the still damp mess and inhaled the strong masculine scent. I switched the pillows back. I was too afraid of him not to do as he ordered. Just as he decreed, every night the side of the pillow stained with his ample seed was up and I smelled him as I fell asleep. There was no forgetting he was the man of this house. He was a dominating presence even when he was absent.
Dan asked me about it the next time he called to tell me to vacate my home, "Are you sleeping with your face lying against my cum boy?"
"Every night Sir," I answered honestly. I was glad I had followed his orders because I felt like he would know if I was lying.
"It's good you're learning your place boy," he said.
"Thank you Sir," I responded. It felt good to receive his approval.
Essentially, I was now Dan's housekeeper. At least once a week I would spend a night cleaning his home and doing his laundry while he was doing my wife. One morning Dan returned before I was finished. It had been a rough week at work and I was too tired Friday night to get much done. I always cleaned his bathroom last because that was the nastiest room. I was scrubbing the floor when he came in. Ignoring me, he stood and took a long piss in the toilet. I had never seen his penis and could not resist looking. "Good Lord," I thought, "he's huge." I had never felt so inadequate; no wonder Connie was obsessed with him. As he finished up, he dribbled piss on the seat.
He looked down at me. "Crawl over here and lick that up boy," he said, gesturing towards the wet toilet seat.
I looked up at him with a disgusted look on my face. Without thinking, I said, "No." As soon as I spoke it, I knew I had made a mistake.
Dan took a step towards me, grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the toilet where he shoved my face into the piss on the seat. "You just don't learn, do you boy. You're not allowed to say no to me." He let go. "Now do as you're told." There was no way I could resist either his will or his physical power. With him watching, I licked the seat clean of all the piss he had left behind. At the same time, I was breathing in the strong smell of his fresh urine wafting out of the bowl. Of all the humiliation I had endured in the last four months, this was the worst. "Anything you want to say boy?" he asked.
I did not want to, but I knew I had to no choice but to say, "Thank you for allowing me to lick up your piss Sir." I stand corrected, that was the worst. I never defied him in any way again. I always did whatever he ordered without thought. Dan gave me permission to leave after I finished cleaning the bathroom.
The affair continued. I never let on to Connie that I knew about it and certainly not that I was complicit. After about a year, Dan grew bored with Connie and spent fewer and fewer nights with her. There were many beautiful ladies around and he could have his pick of them. Connie grew depressed as she spent less time with her lover. I had felt some pride in the fact that an Alpha stud like Dan wanted my wife and was surprised that I missed him too. It felt natural for me to serve him and I felt an emptiness when he was no longer a part of our lives.
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