"by Joe the Cuckold"
My wife Cindy was a very naive conservative girl when we
first began dating. She saved herself for Mr. Right and
other than a couple of great blowjobs (her first) and
letting me "cop a feel" sometimes, she was still that naive
virgin when we married. She was 18 just out of high school
and I was 22 just out of college. We had a storybook
wedding, and our future looked very bright. We were very
much in love. It was like a Hollywood romance.
We have been together for nearly 15 years now. Much has
changed during that time. I still love Cindy very much.
She has bore me two beautiful children, a 12 year old son
and an 8 year old daughter. She always keeps the house
immaculate and is ready on a moments notice to pull together
a wonderful dinner or entertaining party for my business
associates. I know that much of my success in business has
been due to her support.
So I was more than glad to honor her request to go back to
school. She wanted to pursue a paralegal degree. And she
needed to get out of the house. She told me that it was
important that she regain something for herself, on her own.
I agreed that she needed to do that. Our relationship had
become somewhat lackluster as of late. I knew she was
getting restless and bored. I couldn't imagine life at
home everyday. I couldn't really blame her for wanting
something new and exciting. I thought that college might
be just the ticket. I had no idea where this would lead.
I helped Cindy interview several applicants and we
eventually hired a nanny to take care of the children
while she attended class and studied and while I was at
work or away on business. Cindy enrolled in a large
university located in the city twelve miles from our home. She
excitement and anxiety on her first day of class. She was looking
forward to the challenge and the change, but was worried how she
would perform after being away from school for fifteen years. She
also worried that her classmates would not except an old married
woman. I encouraged her, reminding her that she had always been an
excellent student and that while she might be 33 now, with her
beautiful soft radiant skin, knockout figure (34b-25-36) and
incredibly sexy legs, she would definitely be a favorite coed. She
laughed when I told her that she might need to keep an eye on those
horny college boys.
The first few weeks seemed very normal. I remained very
busy at work and tried to squeeze in time for the family
when I could. The children adjusted well to Mrs. Perry.
And Cindy was getting used to being a fulltime student and
juggling responsibilities at home. She seemed genuinely
interested in her courses and was regaining some of the
happiness and enthusiasm that routine had no doubt drained
from her life. This was a great comfort to me because I
was entangled in some delicate business negotiations and
found time with my wife was becoming less frequent.
I should have seen the change coming, but I was just too
busy I suppose. The new hairstyle and color, going from
dirty to honey blonde. Getting rid of the glasses she had
worn for years and getting contacts. A new wardrobe
consisting of a number of short skirts, tight blouses,
stockings, and pumps. This was not necessarily normal
college coed wear, but more important it wasn't the normal
jeans and sweatshirts that Cindy had worn at home for years
and had suited her well during the first couple of months at
college. Then there were the phone calls at all hours. She
told me that several students looked to her for help because
she was doing well. Made sense to me. She even spent time
at the library after class with a student or two, helping
them with course material.
But I didn't notice the changes.Not at first. Then one night
she came back very late. She and the girls had gone out for
drinks and she was pretty wasted when she arrived home. She
was giggling like a school girl. I thought that it was out of
character for my wife, but laughed it off. She is a cute drunk. The
nights away became more frequent. Eventually I met a couple of her
friends. They were pretty although somewhat wild. I was
surprised that Cindy had befriended them. My first real
shock came one Saturday when I awoke for my routine early
morning job. I had gone to bed long before Cindy arrived
home the night before and as usual she had snuck in sometime
during the night. She was still passed out in our bed as I
pulled on my running shorts. I gazed at her gorgeous body,
lying there twisted in the sheets. She had on her white
gauze nighty. I could faintly smell stale cigarette smoke
and beer, something that I had become accustomed to over the
past few weeks. While she didn't smoke she had regularly
come home smelling of smoke. As I turned to grab my shoes,
something caught my eye. Twisted in the sheets, just where
her legs met and the nearly sheer nighty barely covered,
something looked different. I looked again, then moved to
the side of the bed for a closer look.
I couldn't quite make out what I was seeing but it looked
like she might have an injury on her abdomen. I glanced up
at her face. She was in a deep sleep and smiling. I moved my
hand down to the nighty and carefully lifted it so I wouldn't wake
her. My jaw hit the floor as I immediately noticed two very
obvious things. My wife had completely shaved her pussy!
Something that I had asked her to do several times but she
had always refused to do. And there just inches above her
mound was a colorful tattoo!!! The tattoo was an oriental
dragon design and just below the dragon were the words "wild
thing"! I couldnt believe it! What in the world was going
on? What could she be thinking? It was then that I noticed
her black miniskirt, red blouse and matching red pumps
strewn near the bed. What was becoming of my virtuous
My initial reaction was to shake her awake and ask what the
hell she had done. I couldn't believe that she had a tattoo
and that it was just inches above her pussy. Why had she
done it? Where did she get it? How could she get a tattoo
that close to her sex without the artist seeing her fully
nude? My mind reeled with questions. But as I reached out
to wake her, I decided to let her sleep it off. We could
have a better, more productive discussion after she was
fully conscious. I surveyed my wife's gorgeous body again,
now scarred by a tattooist's pen. God, she did look sexy
though, I had to admit. From the slight smile on her
pretty face, I could tell that she must be dreaming. I
wondered what she saw in her dreams these days. So much
change in the past months. I pulled her nighty back down
and tugged the sheet back up to cover her body. Then I
retreated to the den so she could sleep...and dream.
Finally she was up. I heard the shower running in the
master bath. I waited patiently, running through possible
speeches and my list of questions. How should I approach
this? Should I lay down the law or be understanding? As
I considered these things, she came down the stairs. She
didn't bother stopping in the den as she passed by. Instead
she went straight to the kitchen. I put away my briefcase
and followed her. She was pouring coffee. 'Do you want a
cup?', she said. No good morning, no how were the kids last
night, no normal small talk. Very different again. 'Yes,
I'll take a cup. How was your night?', I replied.
'It was alot of fun. Sheila took us to a new club. It was
the deal.' God, she sounds like our son. 'Good babe.
Kinda late night wasn't it?', I asked.
'Don't start with that! You are my husband, but you don't
own me. I come and go as I please, understood?' I was
shocked at the sharpness in her voice. 'I didn't say you
couldn't Cindy. I was just concerned about you.'
'No need to be concerned. I am a big girl and can take
care of myself.' Oh yeah, and what about that damn tattoo,
I wanted to shout.
I couldn't believe her attitude. I had decided to take the high road
and be the understanding husband and she was tearing into me.
I quickly grabbed my coffee cup and headed back to the den. There
was no use talking to her in her state of mind. The discussion about
the tattoo would have to wait. I pulled my briefcase back
out and delved back into the current merger proposal.
It seemed like only moments, but when I looked at my watch
I realized it had been nearly three hours since our heated
exchange. I decided to try to make peace. I would wait
until I 'saw' her naked to mention the tattoo and ask my
questions. When I didn't find her in the house I headed for
the back yard. There I found Mrs. Perry and the children. 'Hi, where
is Cindy?', I was confused. I didn't remember that we had asked Mrs.
Perry to come today. 'Oh, she said she had to go the library for some
studying for a major exam and would be gone until late this evening.
She told me not to bother you, because you were working on important
papers for the company. Is there something I can get you?' Mrs. Perry
'No thanks", I shook my head. What the hell? She didn't
say anything about a test or a day at the library. When her
college career started, she was such an attentive wife and
mother that I was in awe of her ability to juggle all of her
commitments. Now she was disappearing on a regular basis. This has
got to end - I thought! "I'm going to the office for awhile, Mrs.
Perry." She said that she was planning to take the children to the
park and would see me when I got home.
But when I left the garage, I wasn't going to the office.
I drove for the campus. I had to find her and make her
understand that while I loved her and admired her for her
hard work and success at school, and while I was happy that
she was bonding with the younger generation, she needed to
review her priorities. Again I practiced my approach, my
speech, and her possible replies. I was resolved to stick
to my guns this time.
There was very little traffic and so I arrived at the
library quickly. It seemed that most of the students were
at a basketball game and so there were few dedicated
students using the library on Saturday afternoon. I really
couldn't blame them. I had a flashback to my college days
- wild, irresponsible days, spent doing many things, but
not much library time. I passed by several very serious
looking students in the carrels. These were not partiers. I doubted
that I would find any fraternity brothers here.
I made three exhaustive searches through the library on my
own, but couldn't find her. I hadn't seen her car in the
lot, but knew that she usually parked nearer to the sports
complexes and walked to the library. There was just too
much traffic to find her car. I asked the librarian if she
could help me. She was able to access her library account
and told me that she hadn't checked out any books today.
In fact she hasn't checked out anything in nine weeks.
Strange, I thought. I looked another 45 minutes and then
decided that I had wasted enough time. It was obvious that
she didn't go to the library. Where the hell was she?
Probably pissed and burning up the damn credit card, I
imagined. I just hope she isn't out with those
As I was exiting the library I passed a girl from our town. I
didn't know her well but thought that maybe she could help.
'Hi. It's Dawn isn't it?' 'Oh hi!, she smiled. 'Have you seen my
wife, Cindy?',then added, 'Do you know her?' 'No sorry I haven't
seen her today. And yes, of course, EVERYBODY knows Cindy.
Maybe she's with the pack again.' Still processing her
reply about EVERYBODY knowing my wife, I held my tongue and
instead asked about the 'pack'.
'The pack is an exclusive group here. They are sort of
mysterious. They are like a fraternity or sorority but they
are coed. You can't join the pack, only be invited into
the fold, so I'm told. I don't really know many facts but
think that they are pretty wild. I'm not sure that Cindy
is a member of the pack, but she hangs out with them alot.'
Surely not, I thought. I mean she's changed some, but that
just isn't her scene. 'Where does this pack get together,
Dawn?' She paused for a minute, then said, 'I'm not really
sure, but I think they are rumored to have converted an old
warehouse just outside of the city as their club.' - - Could
this be the club Cindy had mentioned before? As I began to
ask Dawn for more details about the pack and their club, a
guy walked up and kissed her. 'Oh my date is here. Gotta
run, good seein' ya.' I stood there more puzzled than ever.
I walked away from the library with more questions, but
As usual I went to bed alone that night. Cindy had not come
home nor had she bothered to call. I wanted to stay up and
confront her but was so tired that I finally retreated to
the bedroom at midnight.
I didn't wake up when she slipped into bed this time. She
had arrived home sometime after midnight and before 3:30 AM,
which was when I woke up. There she lay next to me, passed
out again. I immediately smelled smoke in her hair, some
unmistakenly marijuana smoke which I could identify easily
from my college days. She had the a sleep shirt on so I
couldn't see the tattoo tonight. Was it all a dream? I
carefully raised the shirt. No, not a dream. Her pussy
was still shaven and the tattoo was clearly evident below
her belly. As I began to pull the shirt back down, a glint
of light shown from her pale mound. I couldn't make out
the source of the glint. I looked closer but the angle of
light from the nightlight in the bathroom was not strong
enough to determine what it was. I remembered the emergency
flash light in my bedside table. I grabbed it and making
sure not to shine it at Cindy's face, flipped it on. I
pointed the light to her pussy and there I saw it for the
first time. A shiny golden ring pierced my wife's clit!
I was suddenly dizzy and sick! I stared at the ring for a moment,
then had to look away. No matter. It was engraved in my memory. The
shaven mound, the dragon tattoo, the gold ring they were vividly
present. I could not shake them. I wanted to desperately. And yet I
didn't! What could be wrong with me? What could be wrong with Cindy?
Why would she submit to having her body defiled in such a way? Where
would it end? What was wrong with me? While I was visibly shaken and
upset, I was terribly aroused as well. I kept seeing her sex, so
changed. No longer my innocent little wife. My cock was engorged with
blood. I couldn't believe it! My wife was becoming a stranger to me,
scarring and marking her body, and I was getting a hard on??? I
couldn't help myself though. It was then that I decided I had to find
out what was going on.
I considered my options and quickly decided that I would initiate
sex. I would stumble across the tattoo and ring and demand an
explanation. She would cry and confess that in a drunken stupor she
had let those young girlfriends of hers talk her into these things. I
would lecture her about how she needed to be an example to her
children and then forgive her. At least that was the plan.
I stroked my cock and it was soon very hard. I lifted my body over
her sleepless form and began letting the head rub against her slit.
Immediately I felt the ring and got even more turned on. Yes, it
would be easy to forgive her. I had to admit to a certain evil
delight in the changes. But it was time for confession.
'What the hell is this?' I barked loudly. Cindy stirred and finally
regained some form of consciousness. I repeated myself, 'What have
you done to your body Cindy? What in the hell could you have been
It didn't take long for Cindy to reply. 'Who do you think you are?
This is not your body. It's none of your damn business what I do with
my body. My pussy belongs to me and me alone! You have no right to
control it and I don't remember asking for your opinion. Furthermore,
I don't think I gave you permission to fuck it, touch it, or even
look at it! As I said it is my pussy and I will decide who can do
those things to it, not you!' (Those last words, chilled me to the
bone. What could she mean, she would decide WHO?..) 'From now on,
keep your fucking opinions to yourself. If you have a problem with my
pussy, maybe you should just stay away from it! In fact that's a
great idea! No more for you until I decide different - if I decide
different!' She punctuated those last words and stared at me, waiting
for my reply.
Finally, I attempted, 'But...'. Cindy quickly interjected, 'The
conversation has ended and if you ever want to get close to my pussy
again, you drop it now. Got it?!' My mind was reeling. 'I won't
repeat myself again! Got it?'. 'Yes', I nodded, defeated. The tables
turn quickly sometimes. Instead of finding myself with a heartbroken
sobbing wife begging for forgiveness, I found myself begging so I
could see her body again...someday. Smooth! Probably just the booze
talking, I assumed. It was hard to get back to sleep that night. I
kept playing the events over and over. Where had I failed? What could
have gone wrong? Where was this heading? For that matter, where had
it already gone? I needed to know more. I needed to learn about the
pack. They seemed to be the key to my wife's change. Tomorrow I
I rose early as usual and ran. Good therapy I hoped, but I couldn't
stop thinking about my wife's sexy body and her callous attitude
towards me. I returned home, showered, dressed, and left for work. A
few blocks from the house, I used the cell phone and told my
secretary I was ill and would not be at work.' Then I waited for her
car to leave for the campus.
Eventually she drove past and I followed at a distance. She went to
the campus and for the next three hours I followed her to two
classes. Again I doubted my gut feelings. Maybe this is just a drunk
and stupid thing. As she left her second class, I was thankful that I
had brought a snack because it was lunchtime. Cindy headed for the
car. No doubt she'll be headed for a fast food restaurant.
I followed at a distance again. She drove away from the campus and we
passed several fast food places. Where is she going? Just outside the
city limits and in the industrial section, she pulled over and
stopped. She walked away from the car and to an old factory
warehouse. 'The pack', I immediately realized.
I got out of my car too and when she had entered, I quietly jogged to
the window at the far side of the building. I was out of sight and
could clearly see into the window. Inside I saw a large number of
goodlooking well built young men. I recognized several as being
athletes from the university. Many had a brand on their biceps. I had
seen them before. But now I realized that the brand matched the
symbol on the sign on the wall inside the warehouse. It looked like a
'P' - perhaps for 'the pack'? But it also looked much like a phallus.
Many of the people were nude. The men were all huge and the women
were gorgeous! I noticed quickly too that the girls all had shaved
and tattooed pussies with a gold ring in the clit. Now it made sense!
I didn't like it but at least I had an explanation now. Just then I
noticed a girl near the window with her back to me. Her body was lean
and beautiful. I admired the tautness of her tanned skin and gazed at
it. I was then that I noticed her brands.
The girl had brands on each cheek of her ass. Actually it was like
the brands were interconnected. On her left cheek was the same symbol
that the guys had on their biceps. On her right cheek was the word
'slut'. It looked like the girls ass was saying she was a slut for
the pack. Seconds later, I saw Cindy climb onto a makeshift stage and
begin to strip to catcalls and blaring music. I was fuming again and
started to storm inside. But then I remembered our conversation last
night and reluctantly stayed in place. Two girls took her hands and
led her to the center of the stage and turned her around. I had a
perfect view of her naked round ass. So did everyone else! She was
draped over what looked like saw horses and her wrists were tied
anchored to the floor in front of her. Her ankles were tied to the
legs of the saw horse. I got a huge pit in my throat as I saw the
hooded man approach Cindy with two burning branding irons! I started
to bolt inside and stop this madness, but as I ran through the door
it was too late! She was screaming in obvious pain as the symbol and
word were forever seared into her ass.
'No!!!!', I screamed in horror. The irons were removed and I saw the
burned scarred flesh just as two men grabbed me and started beating
me. I never knew how long I had been unconscious when I began to wake
up. I immediately realized that I was nude and bound to a chair. I
tried hard to focus and eventually became aware that several people
were looking at me. Cindy stepped out of the crowd and stared at me
silently. Still groggy I began to speak, to ask if she was okay, but
I could not utter a sound. It was then that I discovered that I was
'I warned you not to interfere, didn't I? WELL DIDN'T I?', obviously
recovered from her pain. 'So you just have to know so damn much about
me, huh? Well this should speak volumes!' She turned and bent over.
Her ass was charred..black, bright red, and pink were prevalent. But
I could still clearly make out the pattern. 'That's right my husband!
I am a pack slut now! And I love it dear. I am learning so many
things at college. In fact it is time you see for yourself what I
have learned. Could someone help me show my pathetic husband what I
have learned?' Two black football players immediately put their arms
around my wife. One said, 'Yeah slut, we'll show him....
I nodded my head emphatically. I couldn't believe she was saying
these things to me. Just how far would she go with this pack slut
thing? Iwas about to find out...
The two large men took my wife by the hand and led her to a bed at
one side of the warehouse. Other men lifted me in my bound position
in the chair and carried it next to the bed. I was warned that if I
attempted to look away I would be severely beaten and my dear Cindy
would never return home. The men laid Cindy on her back in the bed
and while one began licking her nipples the other started licking her
pussy. I watched intently but with a lump in my throat as his tongue
circled the golden ring in my wifes clit. I watched her hand go to
his head and pull him tight against her pussy. For the first time, I
noticed her wedding rings glistening on her hand against the
blackness of his head. I felt utterly lost and ashamed to see her
spreading her legs so willingly for this strangers tongue. She
quickly began to moan and then wiggle her hips against his face as
she obviously fell into the throes of an orgasm, something she rarely
reached with me anymore.
Meanwhile, the male who had been licking her breasts had stripped
completely and held a large cock (probably 9 or 10 inches and very
thick) in his hand. It was chocolate brown and already dripping
precum as he pumped it to make it very erect. He placed it against
Cindys lips and told her to eat it. She willingly, almost hungrily,
opened her mouth wide and after running her tongue around it she
swallowed the huge cock. I watched both humilated and amazed as the
giant chocolate stick sunk between her lips and deep into her throat.
Her head bobbed on it and she obviously enjoyed sucking this young
mans cock. I wanted to turn away, but stopped short, remembering the
threats and truthfully unable to stop looking despite my anger and
pain. Cindy really was a slut now!
After she came down from her orgasm, the stud who had been eating
her, removed his face from her cunt. Her juices were literally
dripping from his face. He stripped and his cock was even larger than
his friends. He must have been over 12 inches long and thicker than a
baseball bat! He started taking Cindys juices in his hand and rubbing
it over his cockhead. His cock was very dark, nearly solid black and
the thick veins protuded from it as it hardened at the sight of my
wifes oral submission to his friend. Once he had coated the head, he
moved between Cindy's thighs and put his cock against her cunt lips.
I waited for her fucking...
But he stopped and moved away. I sighed, relieved that I wouldn't be
forced to watch, while Cindy began to beg for his cock. My heart was
pounding strongly. He turned to me, laughed and pointed to my cock.
Look Cindy, he is as hard as me, although much smaller. She laughed
and so did many in the room who were also watching. I wanted to hide
but couldnt in my present state. It was true, my cock had swollen and
was dripping precum. In spite of my anger and humiliation, my cock
was hard and I was turned on, watching my wife give herself freely to
these black men. I couldn't help myself.
The man came to me and told me he wanted my help. He told me that my
wife was begging for his cock and as a good husband it was my
responsibility to see that her needs were met. He told me that he was
going to release me from my bonds on three conditions: I was to also
beg him to fuck Cindy, I was to put his cock in her pussy and then I
was to jerk off and eat my cum! I shook my head wildly! No Way, I was
screaming, though with the gag I couldnt be heard.
He laughed again and reminded me of the warning to kick my ass and
keep my wife. I still shook my head, until he told me that he had
photos of the days events, including Cindys branding, her blowjob and
my hardened cock while watching. He promised that all the right
people would have copies tomorrow unless I cooperated. He glared and
said One last chance...
Relunctantly I slowly nodded my head, yes. Two more burly men
released me from my bonds and I took the gag out, gasping for air.
There was no use covering my cock. I didnt have clothes nearby and it
was pointless at this time since everyone had seen me.
Beg, he said. I mumbled quietly, "Fuck her." I immediately learned
that he wouldnt accept anything short of all out begging as he
doubled me over with a sharp blow to the stomach.
After catching my breath, he motioned for me to speak. "Please fuck
Cindy. Please put your big black cock into her cunt. Make her a slut
for your cock. Please, do it now!" I looked at him as if to say,
"better?" He pointed to me and to his cock. I slowly walked to him as
he squatted between Cindy's wet thighs. Do it! he demanded. I took
his fat cock into my hand and felt its rigidness. It was even bigger
when I handled it! My god I thought, how can Cindy even fit this into
her slit? I rubbed the head against her slit and as she tried to
raise her hips to accept him, I gave a push and his head entered her.
She moaned almost screamed as it penetrated her. Slowly I began to
remove my hand and watch the huge black monster sink into her once
Now jack off and eat it, you fuckin wimp, he said. He began banging
Cindy hard and the last of his huge cock disappeared into the deep
recesses of her pussy. I could only imagine how full she must have
felt. He fucked her hard and sweat dripped from his chest onto hers.
She was moaning loudly as he fucked her. The other man again pushed
his cock into her mouth and told her to shut up and suck him. She ate
him greedily while writhing under her fuckers body.
As instructed I began jacking off. As hard as I tried to fight the
feeling, I was very turned on to watch my wife turn into such a cock
hungry slut. We all seemed to reach orgasm at about the same time.
Cindy screamed into the fat cock in her mouth as she reached orgasm.
The man in her mouth began releasing hot jets of cum into her mouth
then pulled out and coated her face, rubbing the fat black tool
around her cheeks and lips. I sprayed cum all over my left hand and
as reminded, lifted the hand to my mouth, tasting my cum for the
first time. I felt totally humiliated as many stopped watching the
show for a minute to glare smuggly at me as I swallowed my own cum.
Then finally the man in her pussy grunted and his body spasmed as he
shot a huge load of his seed into my wifes cunt. I could see his
white frothy cum dripping from her distended hole as he exited her.
"More please?" she begged and time and time again that day I watched
her fuck the men in the warehouse. I lost count after 17. At the end
of the day, she lay exhausted coated with cum, unable to move, her
pussy coated with her juices and their cum. I prayed to God she was
on birth control! Her face and chest were covered with the stuff and
her hair was matted in places where they had shot off into it. She
looked like hell, but was smiling contently.
The men gave me my clothes and told me to dress quickly and leave.
They would bring Cindy home after she had recovery time. I hesitated
but a further threat of violence caused me to leave quickly. I
replayed the events I had witnessed over and over as I awaited her
return. Finally at 3:00 AM she was helped into the house by the first
of her many lovers for the day. They helped me put her to bed. She
was passed out....
The following morning I didn't bring up the events of the day before.
I was still reeling and frankly didn't know what to say. She broke
the ice quickly by telling me she was withdrawing from school as she
had found a profession. What the hell?, I replied.
"Why a pack slut, my dear! I can make a fortune." Then she showed me
$5000 in cash and told me that was a retainer that the boys had paid
her for agreeing to whore for them. I will be whoring for the pack
now and start this afternoon! Isn't it wonderful? She looked into my
eyes, smiled and after pinching myself to be sure it wasn't some kind
of nightmarish dream, I began to shout at her. She smiled again and
showed me a picture of a crowd gathered around me as I ate my cum.
What were you saying?, she asked.
"Wonderful dear...have fun," I meekly replied. I was totally defeated
and realized my wife was forever gone and that I would always be her
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