Wanted - Cuck scenes

got 5 scenes down in a notebook. 2 are done on the comp.

will send 'em out to anyone who'd like to help out as a beta reader.
 
As an alternative take on the wedding scene, the Bull arranges for a second wedding for the wife, traditional wedding dress, a friend of his (or maybe the wife's bestie, who introduced them?) officiating. The cuck gets to be the ringbearer. When it comes time to present the ring, the Bull removes the cuck's ring from the wife's finger and tosses it aside before taking the new ring and solemnly placing it on her finger.

The wedding party proceeds to the honeymoon suite where the marriage is christined with the Bull taking the Bride while the cuck sits in the corner and watches. Maybe a gangbang with everyone invited except the cuck, who is placed in charge of the coat check or fluffing duties.
 
i had an idea this morning. i'd best make the most of it since it doesn't happen too often. :D

uhm ... what?

oh yeah. okay. it's the 70s, a young man is looking for lodging. he gets a room in a boarding house. the landlady is 5o or so, quite attractive but not a lady to get a second look when she's out and about.

however, when the young man has been there a few days he's surprised by the landlady while he's in the bath. she comes in and calmly tugs his dick 'til he comes.

she's so blase about 'helping my young lodgers' the boy can't quite believe it actually happened.

she does it again, the next time getting in the bath with him. when she strips down she's definitely worth a second look - and a third.

the landlady fucks him, again all calm an matter-of-fact.

then, when the weekend arrives it's a full-on g/b with the other 3 lodgers while the husband looks on.
 
3 scenes are down, working on the 4th. could do with a beta reader if anyone's interested. just fresh eyes to spot errors and perhaps make a few suggestions.

so far, i have:

Miranda's Bikini

30 days (the nucleus being presented by bibethhotwet)

Mrs Nice
 
Hmmm

As an alternative take on the wedding scene, the Bull arranges for a second wedding for the wife, traditional wedding dress, a friend of his (or maybe the wife's bestie, who introduced them?) officiating. The cuck gets to be the ringbearer. When it comes time to present the ring, the Bull removes the cuck's ring from the wife's finger and tosses it aside before taking the new ring and solemnly placing it on her finger.

The wedding party proceeds to the honeymoon suite where the marriage is christined with the Bull taking the Bride while the cuck sits in the corner and watches. Maybe a gangbang with everyone invited except the cuck, who is placed in charge of the coat check or fluffing duties.

I could handle a mock wedding ceremony to another man. And I'd love to see my wife have a "honeymoon" with another man. But I'd draw the line at him removing and discarding my wife's wedding ring.
 
i could do with a beta-reader for...

She looks up and catches me watching. Pam fastens the last clip to the top of her stocking, the final clasp on the six-drop suspender belt she’s chosen especially for the occasion. My wife throws me a watery grin and sits down so she can slip on her shoes, patent black with lethal heels, pointy-toed shoes so shiny I could see my reflection if I got down on my knees to kiss my wife’s feet.

I see her hands tremble and ask, “You all right about this?”

“God yes,” she replies, swivelling while spreading her legs. “Look,” says my wife, splaying her labia. “I’m soaking. I’m wet just thinking about it.”

There’s a strange twist in my guts when I see Pam’s arousal. My wife’s pussy glistens with need, her core scarlet with lust. She’s swollen down there, ready for her stud, labia pouting when Pam’s hand pulls away.

My cock uncurls at the sight of my beautiful wife in the middle of her preparations. Anticipation curdles my guts and my insides churn while swirling, corrosive jealousy, with its copper taste, rises like gorge because of what’s coming. Love for her balloons in my chest, the emotion lodged there as I wonder why I let her do it. There are always doubts at moments like this. Sometimes I can’t stand it when I think of my wife fucking other men, but mostly I love it. Occasionally, especially when I see her getting ready, my lovely Pam taking care with her hair and her make-up for the benefit of another man and the hard cock he’ll give her, when I think of her moaning for him to fill her with meat, I’m almost overwhelmed by a desire to scratch and to bite and to punch. There are times I’m pig sick at the thought of someone else flooding her pussy with his seed, especially when she moans about putting a baby inside her.

But that’s only before her lover arrives. When it’s going on and I’m watching, when I’m looking at her face and witnessing her absolute pleasure, I’m glad I can do this one thing to bring my wife the delight I want her to have.

“You’re gorgeous,” I breathe. I mean it as well. I think my wide is truly stunning with hair newly dyed platinum blonde. She’s in her Axford underbust corset, the one in black and white which gives her already tremendous bosom even more lift. Pam’s tanned from the sunbed and toned from the gym, and if I didn’t know better I’d put her age at mid- to late-thirties rather than her true fifty-five.

My wife’s eyes catch mine as she looks at me from inside the mirror. “Thank you,” she purrs as she lifts drop earrings to her lobe, the collection of silver bangles, thirty-two of them in all – one for each year we’ve been married – jangling on her wrist. “Thank you for letting me do this.”

The thanks has become somewhat of a ritual. Every time we find ourselves on the cusp of an adventure she says thanks for letting her do it.

As if I’d say no.

I tell her, “I love watching you, Pam,” my cock seeping pre-cum. I think time must be getting on so I look at my watch, insides flipping when I see his arrival is imminent. I gulp and close off the ritual by adding, “I love you, Pam. It’s just for us, isn’t it? The love. You can fuck as many men as you want, but the love is for us.”

She nods and rises and walks slowly towards me, letting me appreciate the full power of her sexual allure., full-breasted, yet slim where it counts, long legs made even longer because of the heels.

“Our love,” murmurs my wife, presenting her cheek for my kiss. “God, I’m so horny,” she breathes when I gently press my lips to her skin.

I catch a waft of her scent and my cock pulses in Pavlovian response. It’s the same perfume she always wears for her lovers – her ‘fuck-scent’ I call it in secret. “He’ll be here soon,” I tell Pam, a catch in my voice. “I’d better go down ready for when he gets here. Will you be long?”

Pam shakes her head. “I’ll just finish my hair and my make-up.” She struts away, hips rolling, her jiggling buttocks piercing my chest with another spike of jealousy as I imagine the man’s hands grasping that flesh.

My wife returns to her seat and casts a critical eye into the mirror. She teases loose tendrils of blonde down at her temples, ignoring me while focusing on her appearance, turning her face this-way-and-that, pouting like she’s taking a selfie.

And I have plenty of those images stored on my phone, a pictorial record of cuckolding sleaze from Pam’s solo excursions out on the pull. That’s all part of the deal as far as I’m concerned. I take pictures of my wife dressed up for a night out, then sit in and wait for my mobile to ping. I’ll read the texts for a chronological account of her night, which are often accompanied by pictures she’s taken herself, or when it really heats up there’ll be action sent to me by her lover of the night, from his point-of-view: my pretty wife’s face distorted by cock, or her pussy stretched round another man’s girth. Although Pam knows I don’t really like her fucking bareback, there will occasionally be a picture of her cunt oozing cum, with an accompanying text apologising for her lack of restraint.

“When they’re well built, I just can’t stop myself doing it,” Pam will murmur to me when she’s back in our bed. She’ll come home to me reeking of sex, dried semen caked to her skin, hair matted with jizm. If she’s been barebacking her date I’ll fuck into the mess and mix it all up, dumping my anguish into my wife while she tells me about what she’s done.

After that we’ll kiss and mumble endearments ‘til we drift off to sleep. The next morning we’ll wake up and be a married couple once again. If it’s a Sunday we’ll do humdrum things like visit a garden centre or take a drive to Ikea for the candles Pam loves to see lighting up the house during the cold winter months.

And that’s part of the lure of this lifestyle as well. I’m fascinated at the transformation – how my wife can slip from her ordinary life to consummate slut in the space of a few hours. To see her during the week my Pam isn’t out of place strolling through town. She’ll get a few looks from admiring men because she’s blonde and pretty and takes very good care of her figure. And Pam ignores it most of the time, there have been a couple of casual pick-ups when some beautiful boy catches her focus, but usually she pretends to be oblivious, going about her business as though she’s completely unaware.

Then, when we’ve made a date and she’s getting ready to go out – or stay in or visit a hotel, whatever we’ve arranged – the excitement gets to us both. I’ll get that loose slide in my guts, anxious anticipation at what my wife is about to do while Pam’s pussy sluices and she gets all jittery with nerves.

Which is the point we’re at now as my wife checks her look in the mirror. It’s one of the most exquisite moments, this few minutes before I hand my wife over to yet another man. I wonder if she’ll still love me tomorrow, if she’ll be happy to revert to normality or whether this time she’ll fall for the big-dicked young stud she’s arranged to visit our home.

In this crisis of confidence, I think to tell her she’s perfect just as she is, with her hair piled up and pinned, mussed like she’s already been fucking, her make-up a subtle understatement.

I want to tell her I love her, and I’m just about to open my mouth when the doorbell chimes tinkle up to the bedroom from the floor below.

Oh God, I think to myself. He’s here…
 
One I've been thnking about for a while:

Young engaged couple, she's a secretary/PA. He loses his job and is taking a while to find another. She looks for a higher-paying job and ends up working as PA to the MD of a small company. Very confident, urbane, slightly older (they're mid-20s, he's late 30s). She develops a crush on him, which he picks up on. They go for drinks, it becomes a regular thing, she tells him more and more about her disappointment in her fiancé re the job situation. They begin an affair, discreet at first then gradually becoming more blatant. Her boss has a dominant streak and likes pushing her boundaries...eg he persuades her to shave off her pubes and see if her fiancé notices; he keeps her later and later at work on flimsier and flimsier excuses; he expects her to dress ever-more sexily (one "sub chapter" has him taking her to an exclusive clothes shop one lunch break and buying her an entire new work wardrobe, everything from tiny fitted suits to sexy lingerie to high heels. When her fiancé questions how she could spend so much money, she tells him that her boss bought them for her because she has to fit the company image.)

Fiancé becomes more and more suspicious...the late nights, the new clothes, the whole new image, the never-ending mentions of the boss's name, the damp patches in the crotch of the new underwear, right down to the odd phone calls where she sounds distracted and out of breath (she's bouncing up and down on her boss's cock during those calls...he loves to watch and listen to her try to talk to her fiancé while he's balls-deep inside her and she finds it strangely thrilling too). Fiancé wants to confront her but he's terrified of what he might learn - he loves her so much, and he's still jobless so if she dumped him, he'd be homeless too.

Eventually fiancé finds out. Oddly, this is the one detail where I'm still hazy as to the how. Our heroine makes it clear that while she's prepared to stay with him - she knows her boss only wants her for sex - her giving up her boss's cock is not an option. Take it or leave it. He takes it. From then on the cuckolding becomes more extreme. I have many scenarios: the boss calls him on speakerphone from the office as he prepares to take her anal virginity over the desk, and fiancé has to listen to her moans and little cries as her arse is penetrated. As they begin her boss asks "are you sure you want to do this with me? You've said so many times how much bigger my cock is than his, it would hurt less with a smaller cock" and cuckold has to listen to his beloved assuring her boss that she only wants his cock, that it's worth the pain to have a real man pop her anal cherry etc.

Others include her meeting friends/former colleagues of her fiancé's while she's out with her boss, particularly them seeing her being fingered or giving boss a blow job which boss engineers. Lots of potential scenarios there - from friends' embarrassment, not sure how to tell fiancé, plucking up the courage at which point he has to confess he knows, to his male friends taking their own turn with her and rubbing his face in it.

It ultimately leads to their wedding - boss ends up as best man, fucks her immediately before the ceremony so she walks up the aisle full of his cum, a fact she whispers to her fiancé at the altar; photographs where she asks for dozens with the best man, he gets to lift her dress for the garter shot and makes no secret of touching first her leg, then her cunt; they disappear for hours at the reception leaving new hubby to field awkward questions, then return with obvious cum stains on her face and dress, her makeup smudged and hair in disarray; first dance which after a perfunctory few bars with her husband she completes with the best man, grinding against him while he ostentatiously squeezes her arse - and honeymoon, on which boss accompanies them. Oh, and first night at the hotel after the wedding, where hubby has to open the door to room service (someone who was working at the reception so knows their respective roles/relationships) to let them deliver some champagne, so that the employee sees hubby standing there miserably, still in his shirt, waistcoat and suit trousers, while boss/best man pounds the bride, still in her wedding dress, enthusiastically on the honeymoon suite bed.

As you can tell, it's a long-established favourite of mine :D
This is a story i would read.
 
Surprise

A husband set up a surprise birthday mini gang bang for his wife maybe him and two others, they have been married for years and just started into the swinging lifestyle. Once the room is rented and the wife is there they began. Everyone has a go and fills every hole she has will loads of cum. Once every one is cleared out and just the married couple laying there relaxing. She turns to her spent husband and says don't think your done yet, clean me.
 
A husband set up a surprise birthday mini gang bang for his wife maybe him and two others, they have been married for years and just started into the swinging lifestyle. Once the room is rented and the wife is there they began. Everyone has a go and fills every hole she has will loads of cum. Once every one is cleared out and just the married couple laying there relaxing. She turns to her spent husband and says don't think your done yet, clean me.

i sorta did one close to that, years ago: click
 
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