A Cuckold By Any Other Name - Part III - Sex Stories

A Cuckold By Any Other Name - Part III

... told him. “Anyway what’s wrong with black guys? All that testosterone running rampant through their veins; not to mention their big, thick cocks. Just the thought of it can wet a girl’s knickers.” John stood opened mouthed as she gazed into his eyes. “And here was me . . .” he started to say. “Here was me thinking that Frank . . .” “Thinking that Frank was what?” John shook his head. “Cuckolding you?” she asked. John nodded. Kate laughed as she shook her head. “Frank . . . Frank couldn’t cuckold to save his life,” Kate said. “He hasn’t got the equipment for starters and he’s a prem-jacker.” “Prem-jacker?” “Premature ejaculator,” Kate informed him. “He can cum at the sight of a stocking top.” “How . . . how do you know all this?” “Elle told me.” For a moment they stood in their embrace looking into each other’s eyes. “You thought that Frank has been cuckolding you, didn’t you?” Kate said breaking the silence. John nodded. “Silly boy,” she told him. “Frank isn’t cuckolding you?” There was silence between them for a few a few moments; an expectant silence. “Am . . . am I being cuckolded?” John asked finally. Kate looked at him for a moment. “What would you do if you were being cuckolded?” she asked him. John opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words to say. What would he do? Would he leave her? Would he break down in tears? Would he plead with her to stop? Kate kissed him and wrapped her whole hand around his bulge. “Let’s go upstairs and discuss this,” she ...

... suggested. John was like a lamb to the slaughter once more; following her up the stairs to their bedroom with his eyes fixed on the movements of her bottom. He reached out with his hand near the top of the stairs and slipped it right under her skirt and between her thighs. His fingers found her crotch momentarily. The material of her panties was wet; not just wet but also sticky. Kate had been fucked that afternoon. In the bedroom she turned and put her arms around his neck and kissed him before starting to undress him. “Frank’s not cuckolding you,” she told him once again. “Frank likes to . . . Frank likes to facilitate.” “Facilitate?” John asked as she reached for his belt buckle. Kate remained silent as she knelt and removed his trousers and boxers. John’s cock twitched as she took it her hand and gently stroked him. “Yes,” she said before kissing the tip of his cock. “Sometimes a woman likes to be stripped for her lover.” “Stripped?” Kate kissed his cock again. “Yes, stripped,” she told him. “Stripped naked by her cuckold while her lover looks on.” John groaned as her lips enclosed his cock. “And Frank . . .” “Yes,” she answered. “Frank likes to strip his Cuckoldress.” John swallowed hard. “Then he likes to prepare her.” “Prepare?” “Yes, darling. Prepare.” she replied. “Make sure that her sex is nice and wet for her lover’s cock.” John gasped. “And Frank . . .” “Yes,” she answered. “Frank likes to makes sure that his Cuckoldress is nice and wet while her lover looks on.” His ...