Pick a Friend, Cuck. (Pt. 1)
I had entered the “blue balls phase” of my cuckold conditioning. True to his word, the teasing was incredible. My balls were already sore as hell at the beginning of the this period, since I hadn’t cum in a month, but they kept hurting more and more. I never thought that blue balls at this level were possible.
Our bull (his name is Brian, tired of typing “our bull”) continually gave my wife orders on how to tease me. A week and a half into the two weeks of the “blue balls phase” she and I had a gathering at our house for some friends of ours. Some couples, some single guys I know from college that are close friends, and of course some single ladies she worked with and knew from college. Plenty of party people coming.
The night before the party she was sitting across my chest, completely naked, and said, “B (what she calls Brian) wants me to do something crazy tomorrow night.” I did too. My friends all talk about how hot my wife is and make jokes about fucking her when I’m not around. Just guy humor. Lindsey loves hearing about it and gets super turned on thinking about it. Makes little comments like, “We need to just make their dreams come true, don’t we? Seems rude to make them wonder about it forever...” She’d always say that with a smile and a wink.
I asked, “What do you two have in mind?” She broke eye contact for a second and said, a little embarrassed, “He thinks I should seduce a friend of yours.” I was excited. I didn’t hesitate for a second and said, “Which one?” She looked in my eyes and seem turned on by how willing I was sounding. She wiggled around a little and said, “Well, which friend do you want to know what your wife’s pussy feels like?” I thought for a second and said, “John?” “Anna said he’s tiny.. pass.” I laughed and we joked for a second about her friend Anna saying that. “Andrew?” She looked up for a second as she thought.
When she looked back at me she said, “There’s something I never told you about Andrew that happened because I didn’t want to screw up your friend-“ “He groped you at our engagement party.” “You know?” she said in disbelief. He had told me that he drunkenly had rubbed her ass when he walked up to the drink bar at the party. He apologized and we moved on. No reason to bring it up anymore in my book. That’s what I told my wife now.
“That’s what he told you?” I looked at her confused and she said, “He walked up behind me and pressed his boner against my ass and put his hand on my boob. Inside of my dress. He was hammered but he wanted to fuck me in the closet.” I couldn’t believe all of that. After she said this I felt my cock strain in the cage and she heard the lock clink a little. She looked back and saw it straining and laughed. “Alright, Andrew it is. This will be easy.” She then mounted my face and stared down at my eyes as she started riding my face.
After she rode my face to a couple of orgasms she told me she wanted to start the game early. She said she wanted to “accidentally” send him a sexy selfie. I was rock hard and could barely stand with my balls so blue. I wanted her to do it so badly. She walked to our full length mirror and turned her ass to the mirror but turned her shoulders enough where you could see her right boob pretty well. Her face was in plain view. I asked if she needed his number but for some reason she already had it.
She sat there with the picture in the text and looked at me. She said, “This is another fantasy that’s about to be fulfilled for you. You ready?” I nodded hungrily. She hit send. I heard the noise meaning it went through and my heart sank in excitement. She said, “Wait a second...” and then typed, “OH SHIT. I’m so sorry, Andrew! I hit the wrong name!”
There was no response for several minutes and then we got a text back from Andrew, “Holy shit! You don’t have anything to apologize for!! 😅🤤haha” She didn’t say anything to me but she smiled and sent back, “🤣😂🤣 Ugh. Embarrassing though. Forget I did this please!!” He texted back almost immediately, “No problem, I think this is a “happy accident” for one of us at least. Haha. I’ll delete it now.” She looked at me and said, “He’s not deleting that.” She then typed back to him, “Yeah right! Haha” He took a second and then said, “You don’t believe I’ll delete it?!” She replied, “Not for a second. 😉” “I will!! In a few minutes. 🤣🤣” Her: “🙄😂🤷🏻♀️” He replied, “You look great...” Wanting to leave him on the line, “Well, thanks... I know you won’t delete it. Just don’t share it with anyone and we’re good. See you tomorrow!!” He sent back, “👍🏻Deal.” And that was that.
My cock was straining insanely hard and she kept looking at her phone with one hand and reached down to squeeze my balls lightly with the other hand. I felt her pussy and it was a flood. She gets so damn turned on being a naughty little wife... it’s amazingly sexy. She showed me the pic she took again, “Your friend is jacking off to your wife’s body right now. And will be for ages with that pic.”
She put her phone down and propped her head up with her hand while lying next to me in the bed. Her other hand moved around my cage while she started talking. She asked a lot of rhetorical questions and kept answering herself to drive me crazy. “How should I play it tomorrow... I’ll probably get a little tipsy but act super drunk.” “Good thing this party is gonna be pretty wild. I can dress slutty and not stick out.” “What if he’s massive? Do you think he’s huge? He felt pretty big when he rubbed it on my ass...” “Do you think he feels guilty at all having a picture of one of his groomsmen’s wives? Doesn’t seem like he’ll feel guilty fucking your wife. That’s for sure.”
I strained the entire time she played with the cage and talked to me like this. Then she told me to eat her out. I got down between her legs and began licking her soaking pussy. She spread her legs out, looked down at me with a smile, and said, “I wonder if he already has a feeling that you’re a cuckold bitch, or if he will be surprised when I tell him tomorrow night?”
Your bull name was Derrick... Wasn't it?
