Be Careful What You Wish For: A Cuckold's Story by J.W. McKenna Page A

he could ruin a good deal. Darrell had agreed to take it easy on Liz. And then he dropped a bombshell:
    “Oh, and by the way, Rick,” he had said casually, “I want you to shave your wife’s hairy pussy for me by Friday night. If you don’t, I’ll have to spank her.”
    He had sputtered and tried to object, but the idea electrified him. Shaving his wife on Darrell’s orders? That had been so wrong and so very erotic! His cock went instantly hard in his pants and he had to hide himself behind his desk.
    Did that make him a bad husband? Or a good cuckold? He wasn’t sure. He felt he was barely in control of his life. If he worked hard, he might just keep things together a while longer. He wondered if Darrell could be controlled.
    Thursday afternoon, he called Darrell but the man didn’t pick up. He left a message to call and waited. He never heard back.
    He went home in a bad mood and wondered if he could take it out on Liz. She liked to be spanked, maybe he could spank her! But when he made up an excuse to do it and grabbed her, she had laughed at him. Laughed!
    “ He said you might try it. I didn’t think you would, but I guess he gave you ideas. He said to tell you ‘no, you can’t.’ You have to ask him yourself.”
    “Oh yeah?” He snarled, grabbing her and carrying her over his shoulder. He carried her down the hall, ignoring her protests. He tossed her on the bed and forced her over onto her stomach. She squirmed and tried to escape and spanking her proved to be harder than he thought it would be. He managed a couple of weak slaps through her dress and she shouted, “He’ll just spank me harder if I let you!”
    He froze. “What?”
    “I can’t let you spank me. He said my ass and pussy belong to him now . You have to ask him if you can do it.”
    “You’re telling me your lover won’t let me fuck you unless I ask permission? Are you nuts?”
    “I’m just telling you what he said.”
    “We’ll see about that. I mean, it’s fun and all to watch you guys, but this is going too far!” The agreement he thought he had reached seemed shattered now. Everything was moving too fast. “Darrell is not your husband, I am!”
    She nodded. “I know. You guys have to work it out.”
    “You can’t stop me from fucking you . Neither can he. Unless you want to divorce me and marry him.”
    She shook her head quickly. “No! I don’t want that . I’m just telling you what I know – that if you spank me or fuck me without checking in with … him, he’ll whip me for it.”
    “Why doesn’t he be a man and try to take it out on me? I’m the one that’s forcing you!” He grabbed her, his desire to spank her forgotten now, but his cock was hard and he wanted to fuck her.
    She didn’t try to resist and Rick moved her into position. He didn’t bother undressing her, he just flipped up the hem of her dress, and stopped in shock for a second when he saw she wore no panties. More of Darrell’s orders, no doubt. He worked his fingers into her. She wasn’t very wet and it killed him to think she wasn’t aroused by him any longer. He tore open his pants and tried to batter his way into her. She grunted and said, “Wait, I’m not ready.”
    Rick ignored her and kept trying, determined to have his way with her. He remembered his “orders” from Darrell and thought it might do the trick. “Oh, and Darrell says I have to shave your pussy for him.”
    She froze and stared at him. “Shave? Are you sure?”
    “If you don’t believe me, call him yourself.”
    “No, I believe you. It sounds like something he would say .”
    Rick reached down and felt her pussy. The idea of being shaved for her lover was making her wet. He used it to his advantage and slid his cock inside. It felt inadequate after Darrell’s cock had stretched her out. He had a full head of steam so he began pounding her, trying to create friction. Liz just lay there, looking away and waited until he finished, which didn’t take long. He