#cuckupence

Cuckupence TwentyFour

"The session started out like all the others my husband had orchestrated, except that this bull had been here a few times before - despite our agreed upon rule of no repeats. And that’s what really bothered me.

They started making out as soon as he arrived and we all headed back to the bedroom. My husband stopped me short, guided me back to sit on the living room couch, and told me that nothing about this guy would ever be for me anymore.

My mind was spinning, trying to process the implications of what that meant. How important had this guy become? How did he have such a stronghold on my husband? Was this my fault for not stepping up earlier? What the fuck did he think he was doing?

You’re damn right I got up off that couch. And I headed right back to our bedroom. My kneeling husband was just pulling down the bull’s jock strap when he noticed me. He sighed dramatically, apologized, and man-handled me back to the couch saying that things were going to be very different now, and that I’d better get used to it if I liked living here!

It took me six more minutes on that couch to try to get used to it, before I realized that I probably never would - not like this anyway. I got up again, walked back down the hall, and found the bedroom door now closed. I tried the handle and found it locked. So, I used the only key I had - the heel of my right foot.

My husband was incensed as I broke through the door. He pulled the nine inches of tube steak out from the depths of his throat and turned to lunge at me, trailing ropes of lengthening slime as he practically tackled me, ripped my shirt, cussed me out, and tried to force me out of the room. Or was it out of his life?

Pleading for help, I watched the bull calmly retrieve his wide leather belt from the floor and take a hard swing at my husband’s exposed bare ass.

My husband turned and shrieked at him to mind his own fucking business. The bull smirked and landed a well-placed belt lick to the side of my husband’s face that sent him toppling over.

I sat on our bed and watched my rescuer peel my husband’s bare ass with that belt, leaving him welted, demoralized, shattered, and yet somehow still just as dense. The bull tied him to the headboard to cool off for a while and asked if he could take me to dinner.

Cuckupence TwentyTwo

“’That’s him, on the bench press…’

‘Wow! He’s gorgeous! That’s the guy you were talking about before, right?’

‘Yeah! And he’s huge! He flashed me in the locker room yesterday!’

‘How big is he?!’

‘He’s big - a lot bigger than you - about twice as big!’

‘Babe, I’m over here…’

‘What!? Oh! Sorry. I just wanted you to see him…’

‘You want him, don’t you… like inside of you.’

‘Please, babe?’

‘But you won’t feel me for days.’

‘I promise I’ll follow all the rules! Please?!’

‘Ha! Don’t worry… It’s fine! But I’ll need to meet him first though - whether it’s a three way or not.’

‘Wait, really?! You wouldn’t mind if he took me back to his to rail me?!

Cuckupence TwentyOne

“‘Jesus! Stop worrying about it,’ my know-it-all husband said as he shoved our bags into the trunk of the Uber. ‘Just get in the car, unless you want Drew to give you the belt before we even get to the airport!’ It was always about Drew, lately.

And as sure as the sun shines, and not even fifty minutes later, I was being detained by airport security for a secondary screening. I was wanded, patted down, taken to a private room, stripped, and asked to explain why my junk was locked in a shiny metal cock-cage!

They took photographs and peppered me with the most embarrassing questions: ‘Where was the key? Why would I do this? Who then has the key? Why would I let someone else do this? Could I blink twice if I needed help?’

By the time all was said and done, hours later, I’d been thoroughly humiliated and emotionally compromised. Meanwhile, my asshole husband and ‘our bull Drew’, had ignored my pleading phone calls, and my many texts for help, during my very preventable inquisition. It turned out that they’d both decided not to wait and boarded the plane to leave without me.

I was eventually released but they placed me on a temporary no-fly list until all this got resolved. And since I’d paid for our tickets to Puerto Rico, my asshole husband and ‘our bull Drew’ would be stopped and held at their connection in beautiful Detroit to answer questions regarding suspected human trafficking. The fact that there are no beaches or tropical drinks in Detroit wasn’t lost on me.

Cuckupence Four

“I remember this picture! This was almost the end of us.

He’d been acting like a spoiled asshole all day because I wouldn’t agree to his plans for a three-way. I knew what he was trying to pull. He was trying to cuck me right out of a good time! I told him that the only way I’d even consider another three-way was if he let me see a picture of the guy first. At least I could pretend to have some input, even if I got nothing else out of it.

With great inconvenience and drama, he opened his phone and shoved the photo up to my face. I took a good look and tried to keep my cool, realizing he was unknowingly hitting up my younger stepbrother! This was almost too good to be true.

When the day arrived, my husband spent all morning nervously primping, pruning, and pacing - still acting like an asshole right up until the doorbell rang. In walked my stepbrother, incognito and in full bull-mode, with his extra-large bulge stuffed into his extra tight jeans, with a wide leather belt and a loose muscle tee.

There were no introductions or pleasantries, the two of them started making out right there in the entryway. My man pulled us all back to the bedroom where he stopped me short at the doorway. He shoved me up against the wall, got in my face, and sure enough, told me that stupid shrimp-dicked cucks like me weren’t allowed inside - that I could just cry it out here in the hallway, like last time - but to keep the noise down or there’d be trouble!

He pulled his bull into our bedroom and slammed the door shut behind them. I smiled! I smiled all the way to the fucking mall to catch a movie, knowing that my ‘man’ had just bitten off more than he could chew.

I received the all-clear text from my stepbrother a few hours later and headed straight home to see what I’d been left with.

I found what I thought was my husband, sitting on the floor, crying outside our bedroom door. It sure looked like my man, but it was naked as the day it was born - except for the tightly locked silver cock cage that I had previously purchased just for this occasion.

Its head had been buzz-cut, its crotch had been dry-shaved, its ass had been belted a crimson red, and its mouth was crammed with a bar of soap. I stood there watching my new cuck as it tried to stop crying. It wouldn’t even look me in the eye as it reached out to hand me my stepbrother’s belt – still warm to the touch. The fact that the key to the cock cage dangled from the belt buckle wasn’t lost on either one of us.

I told it to spit out the soap and to start cleaning the house - or there’d be more trouble.

After two weeks of training, and a few severe beltings for bad behavior, it asked me for a divorce. Its request was denied on the grounds that ‘stupid shrimp-dicked cucks like it weren’t allowed to give up’.