More Balls than Brains
Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2024 1:13 pm
In the past, humiliation has not normally been part of the course of my being cuckolded, but change was in the works. Strange to say, I was the one who proposed that my wife take me down that rabbit hole. As some of you who have read my recent submissions to this forum may have surmise, I consider myself a well-educated, intellectual type (not an unusual persona for a cuckold) and that, by way of experimentation and making sure my ego gets routinely deflated, my wife Lauren, who is both beautiful and highly intelligent, has recently been checking out guys from the shallow end of the gene pool.
This brought a young man into our lives who has no grandiose ambitions and currently makes something like minimum wage as a laborer with a landscaping firm. He is slim and a little under average height, with a shaved head (disguising premature baldness) and a left arm covered in tattoos. His name is John. No offence intended here to any Johns reading this (I have personally known a number of outstanding Johns), but even his name is unextraordinary.
Lauren, made the initial approach to him and he was certainly very keen. Unfortunately, when the three of us met to discuss how to configure our threesome, he turned out to have no clue as to what was expected of him. He was aware that some men like to watch their wives getting fucked by another guy but unsure how he should conduct himself or what part the husband would play in the game. He seemed concerned that male to male contact would be inevitable, however I assured him that was not the case, and once we had each made our boundaries clear, it was an enthusiastic “go”.
Possibly to heighten the implicit dimension of my humiliation, my wife selected the marital bed as the venue for rendezvous. We therefore made a date for dinner at our house, with Lauren serving as the dessert. Conversation over dinner centered on his hobbies of martial arts, homebrewing and reading graphic novels. Perhaps there was more to this lad than I had presumed?
When we had finished dining, John and I attended to the dishes and my wife retired to take a shower and returned in a short pink chemise. He dark areola were clearly visible through thin translucent material and John’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw her. It was clear he couldn’t wait to start the action. In minutes, he had disrobed and showered, giving us our first look at his unclothed body and, more particularly, his essential equipment. Although short in stature, his upper body was fairly well muscled and his penis, though small, curved and uncut but demonstrably able to rise to the occasion.
We adjourned to the bedroom, where Lauren pulled the chemise over her head and tossed it aside. She handed me a pair of pink panties to wear while she engaged with John, and ordered me to sit in the corner and not to touch myself (or anyone else) until she and John were finished. Lauren reclined on the bed waving her legs in the air, smiled at John and shot me a glance of abject contempt. I retreated to my place to watch, expecting him to start out in workmanlike fashion, but he turned out to be quite the romantic. He kissed Lauren avidly and affectionately before moving unhurriedly down to her nipples (guys are always obsessed with her nipples – her breasts are firm, nicely shaped and average size but her nipples are truly spectacular) and ultimately her pussy. He soon zeroed in on her clitoris, so apparently the lad was far from clueless, but he didn’t spend much time there. He offered up his rigid rod, imploring her to pleasure him by mouth, which she did so unhesitatingly. Possibly fearing causing premature ejaculation, she didn’t keep his cock in her mouth too long, instead rolling him onto his back for one of her celebrated massages that culminated in her fondly caressing his testes, much to his enjoyment.
After several minutes if this (I’m sure it was absolute bliss for him) he laughingly pleaded he couldn’t stand it any more and begged her to let him enter her (“let me stick it in” was the rather coarse but evocative way he made his entreaty). She obliged him by rolling onto her back and spreading her legs. With one glance at me he mounted her and probed her labia with his penis. He entered her easily. She usually gasps as a guy penetrates her, but in this instance, she merely smiled, gave me another contemptuous look and allowed him to commence a rhythmic humping motion, squeezing her legs around him encouragingly as he did so.
Their copulation lasted a surprisingly long time. He took it slow, not deviating from the missionary position and using his rigid rod in an upward thrusting movement that she seemed to enjoy. She murmured “Oh John” several times, but whether this was from desire or theatrics, I’m not sure. As she moaned softly, I could tell that Lauren was really enjoying the feeling of his cock moving inside her, and she was in no rush to climax. When her orgasm came, she let its intensity wash over her. John quickly followed, noisily releasing a pulsating torrent of sperm into her.
It took them both several minutes to recover their energy. Lauren said she was too tired to do anything for me but I would now be allowed to remove the panties and pleasure myself, or I could ask John to blow me.
After John left, she told me she had been very well satisfied by him and the asked me how it had felt to be cuckolded by someone with a much lower IQ. I replied that it had been both surreal and (as always) exciting. She told me to remember that a stiff cock could always “do the rick” for her, regardless of who was wielding it.
Incidentally, if you need photographic proof that Lauren’s nipples are spectacular, feel free to send me a p.m.
This brought a young man into our lives who has no grandiose ambitions and currently makes something like minimum wage as a laborer with a landscaping firm. He is slim and a little under average height, with a shaved head (disguising premature baldness) and a left arm covered in tattoos. His name is John. No offence intended here to any Johns reading this (I have personally known a number of outstanding Johns), but even his name is unextraordinary.
Lauren, made the initial approach to him and he was certainly very keen. Unfortunately, when the three of us met to discuss how to configure our threesome, he turned out to have no clue as to what was expected of him. He was aware that some men like to watch their wives getting fucked by another guy but unsure how he should conduct himself or what part the husband would play in the game. He seemed concerned that male to male contact would be inevitable, however I assured him that was not the case, and once we had each made our boundaries clear, it was an enthusiastic “go”.
Possibly to heighten the implicit dimension of my humiliation, my wife selected the marital bed as the venue for rendezvous. We therefore made a date for dinner at our house, with Lauren serving as the dessert. Conversation over dinner centered on his hobbies of martial arts, homebrewing and reading graphic novels. Perhaps there was more to this lad than I had presumed?
When we had finished dining, John and I attended to the dishes and my wife retired to take a shower and returned in a short pink chemise. He dark areola were clearly visible through thin translucent material and John’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw her. It was clear he couldn’t wait to start the action. In minutes, he had disrobed and showered, giving us our first look at his unclothed body and, more particularly, his essential equipment. Although short in stature, his upper body was fairly well muscled and his penis, though small, curved and uncut but demonstrably able to rise to the occasion.
We adjourned to the bedroom, where Lauren pulled the chemise over her head and tossed it aside. She handed me a pair of pink panties to wear while she engaged with John, and ordered me to sit in the corner and not to touch myself (or anyone else) until she and John were finished. Lauren reclined on the bed waving her legs in the air, smiled at John and shot me a glance of abject contempt. I retreated to my place to watch, expecting him to start out in workmanlike fashion, but he turned out to be quite the romantic. He kissed Lauren avidly and affectionately before moving unhurriedly down to her nipples (guys are always obsessed with her nipples – her breasts are firm, nicely shaped and average size but her nipples are truly spectacular) and ultimately her pussy. He soon zeroed in on her clitoris, so apparently the lad was far from clueless, but he didn’t spend much time there. He offered up his rigid rod, imploring her to pleasure him by mouth, which she did so unhesitatingly. Possibly fearing causing premature ejaculation, she didn’t keep his cock in her mouth too long, instead rolling him onto his back for one of her celebrated massages that culminated in her fondly caressing his testes, much to his enjoyment.
After several minutes if this (I’m sure it was absolute bliss for him) he laughingly pleaded he couldn’t stand it any more and begged her to let him enter her (“let me stick it in” was the rather coarse but evocative way he made his entreaty). She obliged him by rolling onto her back and spreading her legs. With one glance at me he mounted her and probed her labia with his penis. He entered her easily. She usually gasps as a guy penetrates her, but in this instance, she merely smiled, gave me another contemptuous look and allowed him to commence a rhythmic humping motion, squeezing her legs around him encouragingly as he did so.
Their copulation lasted a surprisingly long time. He took it slow, not deviating from the missionary position and using his rigid rod in an upward thrusting movement that she seemed to enjoy. She murmured “Oh John” several times, but whether this was from desire or theatrics, I’m not sure. As she moaned softly, I could tell that Lauren was really enjoying the feeling of his cock moving inside her, and she was in no rush to climax. When her orgasm came, she let its intensity wash over her. John quickly followed, noisily releasing a pulsating torrent of sperm into her.
It took them both several minutes to recover their energy. Lauren said she was too tired to do anything for me but I would now be allowed to remove the panties and pleasure myself, or I could ask John to blow me.
After John left, she told me she had been very well satisfied by him and the asked me how it had felt to be cuckolded by someone with a much lower IQ. I replied that it had been both surreal and (as always) exciting. She told me to remember that a stiff cock could always “do the rick” for her, regardless of who was wielding it.
Incidentally, if you need photographic proof that Lauren’s nipples are spectacular, feel free to send me a p.m.