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

groaned and shot his seed into her. When he was done and his cock slipped out, she said quietly, “Bull will punish me for that.”
    He sat up. “Bull??”
    “That’s what he asked me to call him now.”
    Every time he thought he was maintain ing some semblance of control, Darrell yanked the rug out from under him. And Liz seemed content to just go along. “What the hell has gotten into you?” He caught himself. “I mean, besides the obvious. What makes you do these things?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s kind of a force of nature.”
    He didn’t know how to respond to that. He decided to change the subject. “C’mon, I’ve got to shave you or your dear lover will be pissed.”
    She turned off the stove and followed him meekly into the bathroom, where he took down the razor and the shaving cream from the sink. “Hmm, maybe we should do this in the shower.”
    They stripped, side by side, not touching one another. Liz waited for him to adjust the water, not saying a word. It wasn’t like her. She seemed to be in a trance. He stepped in and she followed him. After they rinsed themselves off, she stood out of the spray and allowed him to coat her furry triangle with shaving cream. He made her put one leg up on the edge so he could get every stray hair. She watched, eyes wide, as he carefully shaved her bare. When he was finished, she looked so inviting, his cock was hard again. She didn’t protest when he grabbed her upraised leg, stepped close and shoved his cock into her again. This time, she was well lubricated . He wondered if it was because of the intimate act of shaving her or because it was something Darrell had ordered them to do.
    She ignored his efforts and leaned against one wall of the sh ower, waiting for him to finish . He couldn’t come this time and gave up in frustration. “You’re not supposed to just do nothing!”
    “I can’t really feel it, not after Bull, ” she said, cutting him to the quick.
    “Come on, let’s get out.”
    He got out and dried off, leaving Liz to turn off the water and grab a towel. “ Let’s keep this between us. ”
    “ What ?”
    “That I forced you to have sex, despite what he said.”
    She looked directly into his eyes. “I can’t lie to him.”
    “You do n’t have to tell him everything! Don’t we have some secrets we can keep?”
    “Not when it comes to something like that. He told me you had to get permission before I could let you fuck me. You didn’t and now I’ll have to pay the consequences.”
    “I will insist that he take it out on me instead. It was my idea.”
    She nodded and said nothing more on the subject. “Well, I’m going to finish making dinner.”
    “I’ll be right there.”
    She left and he stared at himself in the mirror. He felt bad that he had forced her, but it irked him that Darrell had such control over his wife. It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this! He had just wanted to watch a few times, that was all. He never expected his wife would become addicted to that man’s cock!
    After dinner, she hurried into the bedroom to get ready for Darrell’s visit. Rick followed her and watched as she put on a knee-length skirt and blouse – without underwear. Her nipples pressed against the top, making him hard.
    “Aren’t you going to wear underwear?” He wanted confirmation of his suspicions.
    “Bull doesn’t like me to,” she said simply and that was the end of it.
    When Darrell arrived with his bag of tricks, he immediately grabbed Liz in a firm embrace, right in front of Rick, and reached under her dress to feel her pussy.
    “Good,” he grunted. “ Nice and smooth. Keep it that way. And I’m glad you aren’t wearing underwear. ”
    Rick felt a thrill go through him, as it always did when the big man took control of his woman. He was enjoying the cuckold lifestyle – to a point. He hoped he wouldn’t be pushed past it.
    “Fix me a drink, Rick,” Darrell said. It wasn’t a request. He sat on the