Cuckold by Default

Have we ever been late? Jack roared over the cacophony of sounds in the very busy and lively restaurant. His smile was practically going from ear to ear.

As I said. So far so good, Dan Sulley replied. I don’t want things getting sloppy down the road. He was in good spirits just as we were.

I promise to keep watching over your orders carefully, I said. I gulped down the rest of my beer and sneaked a peek again at the beautiful blond over at the next table. I noticed that I have been checking out other women recently. I have a knockout of a wife at home.

Jack paid the bill using the corporate account credit card. Dinner was done early as our customer had to get to the airport. Jack drove Dan Sulley and I swiftly in his Sebring convertible. It was a balmy night and the air hitting my face at 70 miles per hour was making me relaxed and content.

After we said our goodbyes to Mr. Sulley, Jack said, We are done so early. Todd, I am sure your wife isn’t expecting you for another three hours. I know this bar a few miles away. And the best of all the company is paying for it.

Yeah, sure, I responded casually. I had no reason to go to bars anymore. I was a married man. On the other hand, Jack was still single and probably fucked over five hundred women of all color, age and marital status. He was definitely a chick magnet. It wasn’t because of his looks but rather of his demeanor and confidence with women. But mostly, I suspected because he wasn’t a nice guy. Girls wereattracted to his bad boy image. The worse he treated them, the more of them he got.

He swerved his car into the parking lot It was a stand-alone building with a dull lighted sign over the door proclaiming its name, Swifty’s. The outside walls were covered with thick wines and the inside had that deceptive look of promise that never really panned out. The people seemed to recognize Jack as he walked confidently to a dark booth. I followed sheepishly. I was sure my marital status was being beamed to everyone in the bar.

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Do you see that girl sitting alone at the bar. I am going to invite her over, Jack proclaimed.

Before I could even acknowledge his statement, he was off striking a conversation. She was responding favorably. She didn’t have that get lost look that I faced so often in my single days. In another half a minute, with drinks in tow the two of them approached the booth. Smiles everywhere.

Isabelle, this is my best friend and fellow sales director, Todd, Jack said magnanimously. I shook hands with the unusually attractive woman that seemed to be too good for this bar. She was a brunette with short hair, a perky nose and a generous mouth. She wore a short skirt and a tight top. But the two things that made my pecker involuntarily

twitch were her light brown eyes and her long shapely legs that I wouldn’t mind spending a whole night adoring. It was times like this that I felt envious of single men like Jack, so free to fuck around.

Jack already had me out of the loop by mentioning to Isabelle that I was happily married with a beautiful wife waiting for me at home. Couldn’t do much else so I made polite conversation.

But Isabelle kept me on the verge of craziness. Poor thing, she said, her hand giving me a delicious squeeze to my shoulder. You should be at home with your wife.

I was getting horny for my wife but mwhatever little interest she had in sex was now totally depleted. She would do anything to avoid the physical contact. Danielle was built like a model. The few times I had the opportunity to see her in a two-piece at the beach caused such a stir among the men. It had made me feel good to get those guys envious. But even that no longer happened. How I would wish she would just prance around naked in the house. Her flat abdomen, long legs and perky c-cups were always a visual delight.

When Isabelle went out to buy a pack of cigarettes two blocks down the road, Jack said, Man, if I had Danielle as my wife, I would quit my single lifestyle. Todd, you are one lucky man. The drinks were sure making us say things that we might regret.

Lately, she has become a prude, I muttered savoring my gin and tonic. I could accept the fact that she would not go down on me, but..

Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute. Danielle has never sucked your dick! Jack interrupted. His face was sincerely surprised.

She says that she had never done it and she won’t ever do it, I said. I must have sounded pathetic.

That is absolutely not possible. Every woman knows and loves to suck cock. It is written somewhere in their genes, Jack said. Of all the chicks I have ever fucked, none of them refused to suck my dick. Man, you’ve got to assert yourself. Demand that little Todd gets some attention, too.

I wished I had kept my little mouth shut. I made matters worse because I kept talking. There has to be one chick that refused to go down on you, I said.

Todd, I told you about my collection, my DVD collection. I have two hundred forty seven disks each of them a different chick. Pick out any three, take them home and watch them. I guarantee you that

whichever one you pick, the girl would be sucking my cock….. Eagerly, he added. As a bonus, I’ll have one ready with Isabelle by Tuesday and you can watch that, too.

I was getting depressed rather quickly. Jack was taunting me. I knew about Jack’s DVD collection. I had seen parts of a few of them when I was at his apartment a month ago. They were done pretty well with three high quality hidden cameras in his bedroom all edited like a good porno flick. The sound wasn’t bad either. Jack wanted to show me Alma that cute faced large breasted receptionist in our office. I was skeptical that he fucked her till he hastily showed me clips from the DVD labeled Alma written in large capital letters.

You are sure that Isabelle is going to your apartment and is going to fuck you and suck your dick, I said. Isabelle had just entered the front door.

Yeah, he said.

You guys been good boys, Isabelle said. She sat herself on Jack’s lap looking at me with those brown eyes.

We chatted for an hour, Isabelle sickeningly attaching herself to Jack. I would have no release when I got home, so I wasn’t in a good mood. Finally we left in his Sebring, me sitting in the back. I was dropped to my car in the office building and the two of them screeched out in a whiff leaving me with the smell of burnt rubber.

I must have mentioned to Jack that Danielle was going to visit her parents back east two weekends later. Jack told that I should visit his apartment after I dropped my wife off at the airport on Thursday evening. I entered his bachelor pad with a stupid grin on my face. He immediately directed me to his wall-to-wall dark wood bookshelf. Jack pulled out a small key that unlocked a section of the bookshelf. Neatly piled up and three rows deep laid his collection of DVDs.

Pick out any three, Jack directed me.

Neatly inscribed on the spine of each DVD case, were names of women. They didn’t seem to be in any particular order. Carol, Lydia, Stephanie, Corinne, Maria, Michelle – names and names that my eyes kept scanning. I chose Claudia, Melissa and Christine, girls that I dated in high school. Who knows, they could be them.

Now here is a special one for you, Jack said handing me a DVD case. I noticed the name Isabelle written on it. You know she thought you were cute. Man, she gives good head. Very enthusiastic I might say.

Jack, you’re a lucky man, I said. I couldn’t understand why I was so unlucky.

I didn’t sleep that night. I watched all four DVDs completely. Jerked off myself numerous times. The quality was excellent. These women practically turned into sluts in the hands of my man Jack. The few women that I had slept with never behaved the way they did in those DVDs.

I was particularly mesmerized by Isabelle’s beauty. They were talking about me as Isabelle removed her clothes. She said, Yeah, I would fuck Todd. He could have taken me in the bar if he wanted. He’s definitely better looking than you. But he doesn’t know how to take a woman. Nice guys don’t get pussy.

Isabelle had that tight, fun and party all night long body. Wrapped in only a thong with juicy bouncy breasts, she got on her knees and gave Jack an awesome blowjob. I could see that Jack was feeling good. With her short hair, I could see her sexy neck and back as she worked incessantly on Jack’s tool.

Later Jack was on top of the lovely Isabelle, fucking her beautiful body. As with the other girls, Jack gets them satisfied good. My wife never seemed to have that I just got fucked real hard and good look. These girls had become putty wanting nothing more than to be with Jack and to be his subservient chick. It seemed that he had to practically push these girls out of his apartment.

Before picking up my wife on Sunday night, I stopped at Jack’s apartment to return the episodes

of the four women back to his collection.

What did I tell you, Jack said as he checked all four DVDs for scratches.

A nice collection you got there, I said hoping to sound cool. My dick was totally worn out.

Did all the chicks use their mouth? he queried.

Yeah, I said. No point in denying the truth.

Your wife can also do that. You just have to know what triggers them. Its real simple, he lectured.

I was glad to finally leave his apartment even for picking up my frigid wife at the airport. All she gave me was a cold customary kiss and blabbered about her boring parents.

With hopes of finding that elusive trigger, I tried to arouse some intimacy with Danielle in these following weeks. As usual, she didn’t respond to my charms and in the last two weeks even became rather cruel to my advances. Words like inadequate, small and lack of sexual compatibility were thrown around.

I am not sure if Jack sensed my marital problems but he seemed his usual chirpy self and told me to come by his apartment after work today.

Remember I told you about the trigger, that every woman has it, he said handing me a can of Miller Light.

Yeah, I said dreading that Jack was going to give me some unworkable advice to get Danielle on her knees.

Look, he said turning on his state of the art wide screen TV and DVD player with the remote.

The image didn’t immediately register in my brain. I saw my Danielle in Jack’s bedroom. Thankfully she was clothed, wearing her light blue knit top and her white cotton capris. She was casually and comfortably checking out the bedroom.

What the fuck is this, I said. I clenched my fist ready to pound his face. Jack didn’t respond as he was intently watching the screen. Jack entered the room and Danielle turned around to face him.

I’m wearing the thong you gave me, she said. She curled her arms around Jack and gave him a most passionate kiss to his mouth.

My blood was boiling. Biting my lip, I threw a clumsy punch to his face with all my energy. He easily side stepped the assault and plunged his fist into my solar plexus. I doubled over gasping for air, tears down my cheeks. After a few minutes of agonizing pain, I looked up at the screen again watching my wife’s breast exposed to this man.

She wore the sexiest black thong that made her look like a knockout. She was on her knees expertly unbuckling his belt to release his larger and wider pecker than mine. Then with unbridled enthusiasm I watched with horror and with the unexpected rushing of the blood to my genitalia my wife sucking Jack’s strong dick. She gave it the love that only a true slut could.

Suck it you slut, Jack commanded my wife. She twirled her pretty head over his gorging muscle like it was a lollipop. Yeah more like it. Yea keep doing it and I’ll promise you those black gangbangers. Yeah, you can be their whore, live with them, get fucked good and hard everyday.

When Jack’s dick erupted, Danielle hungrily swallowed the reward licking up the overflow that spilled down his dick and balls. After that she laid on his bed naked legs open.

I need you everyday, honey, my wife told Jack.

I told you I can’t do that. I gave you this chance. This is the last time. Don’t worry I’ll get you those gangbangers. They are eager to meet you, Jack responded.

She seemed satisfied with the reply and casually threw her fingers between her legs, rubbing herself. Jack limp from the recent ejaculation, sat next to her watching her masturbate. I could see that he was taking in her beauty, her long blond hair on his sheets, her blue eyes and her generous mouth. He played with her toes as she kept on playing with herself.

I’ve got to go. Let’s get this done, Jack said. His dick had gotten back up a little bit. Seeing Danielle open her legs for him made me envious. He got on top of her and slid his tool in. I could clearly see it immersed into my wife’s pussy. The sight was strange like a dream. He pushed it to the hilt and slowly slid in and out. He put his mouth on

my wife’s breast and sucked on those awesome nipples. Then they had their mouths together, passionately

kissing like two lovers. Danielle was moaning, Oh fuck me, fuck me, Jack. Do it good. Her head moved side to side. She was in a trance. I couldn’t get my eyes off the screen. My boner was clearly evident and Jack noticed it.

When Jack finally spilled his seed into my wife’s womb and I saw my wife shudder in orgasmic euphoria, I cried in despair and in jealousy. Jack switched off the TV and left me alone. I didn’t say much else to Jack and with humiliation pocketed Danielle’s thong that he tossed to me. Dazed and confused, I drove home, my mind in turmoil. It seemed unreal what Jack told me. That he went to my house to give Danielle a thong to trigger our relationship and she in turn went wild and got him on our bed for some good ole-fashion fucking and sucking. The thought of Jack on my bed taking my wife was sickening… yet strangely exciting …..

And thus began my life as a willing cuckold …

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