Darrell Becomes a Cuckold

Over three months, Patrice ventured off to her therapy appointments with Nickolas Petrov three times a week. Her husband was happy because he got to fuck her just how he liked and she could go to Nickolas and get fucked how she liked. It all seemed perfect until one day he was out during the day and he spotted Patrice all hugged up with Nickolas.

What in the hell, he thought? Why is my wife all hugged up with this stud of a man? He followed them to his house. Imagine Patrice’s surprise when her husband pulled up behind Nickolas’s car.

“Patrice, what the hell are you doing?” He belted out.

Nickolas looked at Patrice, “Go inside. I’ll handle this.”

“Patrice, you get back here, what the hell!” he approached her, but Nickolas stood between them. “What are you doing with my wife?”

“If you calm down, I’ll explain.”

“Don’t tell me to be calm, that’s my wife.”

“She may be your wife, but she belongs to me.”

He tried to swing on Nickolas, but he grabbed his arm and spun him around, “Don’t do anything to get yourself hurt I’m trained in three styles of martial arts.”

He released him slowly, “Come inside.”

Reluctantly, Darrell followed Nickolas inside and they went to his office. “You’re no therapist!”

He chuckled, “You’re right. I’m not, but your wife has found great pleasure and healing being here.”

Darrell was heated, “You’re sleeping with my wife.”

“I am.”

Darrell stood, “Where’s Patrice?” He looked around, “Patrice!”

Nickolas smiled, “Zoloste, come.”

She appeared and stood next to Nickolas where he sat.

“Let’s go, Patrice. We’ll talk about this at home and get some real counseling.”

“Patrice isn’t going anywhere and neither are you until we come to an understanding.”

“The only thing I understand is that you took advantage of my poor wife.”

“Your wife was in **** need of a good fuck!”

“Excuse me.”

“You heard what I said. No amount of counseling is going to change the fact that you can’t satisfy her sexually.” Nickolas turned his laptop around to Darrell, which showed him fucking Patrice.

Darrell watched in disbelief. He saw the look of passion and ecstasy on his wife’s face. How she yelped, cooed, moaned, grunted, and cussed as Nickolas fucked her, sucked her, and fingered her.

“Does she sound like that when you fuck her?”

Darrell’s heart broke. Never had he heard Patrice moan and carry on that way. The most he got was a soft moan. He always thought if he picked a young ripe girl that didn’t know any better, his sexual inadequacies would go unnoticed. He was married for a short time to another woman before Patrice and she left him for another man.

He thought when he found his sweet little pure church girl that he would be able to pump her full of his cum nightly and have her not question anything. Fuck the internet and fuck porn and all those loose women telling stories of getting fucked right.

He shook his head and cried.

Nickolas turned off the computer, “Do you love your wife?”

“Of course, I love my wife? Are you leaving me, Patrice?”

“She’s not leaving you. She does love you. We can work out a deal. She’s your wife I get that. I’ll be reasonable. I want Patrice to live here.”

“My wife can’t live here.”

“I know. It would look a bit strange. I’ll send her to you in the evenings four nights a week.”

“I’m supposed to just agree to this?”

“Lots of men agree to be cuckolds. A man that understands that his wife has needs beyond what he can handle is wise enough to allow his wife to find pleasure. Don’t be selfish. She’s suffered for twenty years.”

He looked into his wife’s eyes. He was in despair. He didn’t want a divorce. He wanted his wife. “Can I think about this?”

“What’s there to think about? If you don’t do it, she’s going to keep fucking me anyway.”

“Can I at least speak to my wife alone?”

“No. Patrice is staying with me tonight and every night until you figure out what you want to do. If you decide to divorce her, it’s better for me.” He smiled.

Darrell thought long and hard as he stood there watching his beautiful wife standing next to a handsome man that he knew had a massive cock and pleased his wife in ways he never had. He nodded, “Fine. I’ll be whatever you said.”

Patrice smiled.

“It’s not as terrible as you think, it can be quite arousing watching your wife get fucked by another man.” Nickolas stood and pulled out his cock. “Come here Patrice,” he said as he pushed the chair back. He lifted her dress and plunged his cock into her pussy as Darrell watched.

Her foot left foot adorned in a black stiletto was on top of the desk as Nickolas pounded her cunt standing up. She looked into her husband’s eyes and moaned, “Yes, yes, yes.”

Nickolas slapped her ass and squeezed it tightly. He ripped pulled down her straps and licked her tits. Patrice was in heaven. Her pussy sang as he stroked her good.

Darrell’s modest penis hardened. At first, he was angered, but the more he watched, the more aroused he became. He heard her moan. He heard the sound of her pussy squish as Nickolas’s cock made her cream. It was a beautiful sight. After Nickolas pumped her cunt with his cum, she walked over to her husband and sucked his cock.

It was the first time he allowed her to give him oral. It was the first time anyone had placed their mouth on his cock. He looked down and saw as her head moved with such passion and detail. His eyes rolled back, “Oh Jesus forgive me, Oh God, father, damn it!” he cried out. He hated to love his cock being sucked.

Soon he started humping her face. She smiled inside. He was finally relaxing and enjoying the moment. That’s all she ever wanted. She felt when his cum spilled into her mouth.

She stood up and hugged him, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too.”

Nickolas smiled. He loved his work.