Cuckolds Are Scorned
Loose women are scorned. The wife and I, yea, my entire family are unwelcomed outside our own kind. Because of such a scourge, we value friends. One such couple we grew close to were Riche and Karen. They lived down the block. Our kids played with theirs. The two families struck up a Sunday afternoon BBQ habit. Afterwards we played cards while the kids did their thing. For a long while personal information got fielded nicely on our side, and they seemed like a decent vanilla couple and family. Karen had, of course, heard the local rumors about my lady. At times she had made kind comments if gossip came up. "Oh, yes, they're all jealous," she would wave. "You know the girls get their cat up when Kathy slinks around their men." Then she would set it aside in the most friendly way, adding, "Let's not talk about that stuff, shall we?"
My wife and I know the routine all too well. Sooner or later something would happen to rattle the relationship. I'd be caught openly jerking off in a spare room. Kathy stole every husband, friend, uncle, cousin, brother and many sisters of our "friends." So many times guests would discover my wife in the bedroom with someone. Early on a few people just stood up and walked away after comments like: "Oh, he's just a jerk off slave." "I cuckold him." "Why did you think I was with Ted? This jerk off has no penis!" "Do you two swap?" "Let me have your hubby just for an hour or so. I'll bring him back, really." After endless rejections we choose to change our methods. By the time we started with Rich and Karen, we had socializing down pat enough to grow a freindship. However, by that time, our kids were starting out with their own development. Our 3 kids already had a rep among their peers for being a bit nasty and perverted. They introduced the neighborhood children to 'doctor' and such childish games. So when Karen walked in on her two sons being blown by our son and our youngest daughter all hell broke loose.
But our friendship stayed intact, for awhile.
Lots of fast talk, time-outs, explanations and apologies saved the day. It also piqued Richie and Karen's curiosity. We felt a need to explain our relationship and that my family has, for generations - since 1628, cuckolded their men. It's a Matriarchy wherein the men do still run the finances and, in many cases (not mine) continue on the father's name. However, in all cases, it is the mother's genes that propagate. No men in my family are premitted to propagate. Karen, more than Richie, wanted all the details about all Kathy's affairs with the men in the area. And she made it perfectly clear that it was hands off her Richie. After a string of evening chats and family discussions, we returned to being Sunday BBQ buddies and life moved on. Even a bit more comfortable because they do not object to me jerking off whenever and wherever - but not in front of their kids or at their home. Karen encouraged my wife to let her in on all the latest fucking details about the gossip around town over Kathy and any of the latest of her conquests. Richie took more of a back seat to all of this. He took up the role of the sane person in the crowd and protector of their kids. Although their kids continued using our kids long into their teenage years and adulthood.
Later on, the four of us began hitting the bar scene as a foursome. Within a year, we were bar hopping with the best of them at least twice weekly. On our last evening as friends, the four of us were at this 'cheaters' bar. As was always the situation, after we got served, I found a dark and cozy nook where I could jerk off with some privacy and enjoy the sites. The three of them got into a group of about 4 men and 3 gals. They were laughing it up and downing Buds hard and heavy. At one point I saw my wife prompt Richie off to a pitch dark corner not a few feet from where I sat getting shit-faced on hard liquior. She motioned him into a corner between a phone booth and a tall artifical plant. She pushed him up against the booth and turned to conceal him from those at the bar. I saw her saying this and that in his ear so he could hear above the bar music and noise. She bowed her head so he could look back at Karen then my wife proceeded to put her hand in his pants and stroke his cock while her head remained bent and studied his boner. I got a rise out of this and started some serious stroking of my own. I watched them until Kathy glanced at me then nodded in the direction of the bar. To my utter surprise I saw Karen between two guys who were fingering her madly! They all were positioned as to hide their fun; and Karen must had thought Richie was completely obivious to what she got into. Oh, fuck! I live for moments like that.
When Kathy had Richie at full staff she motioned for me to join them. I could not concieve why because straight-up-Richie might had soured over my presence. Stepping over to them. Kathy flatly said, "Blow 'em. He's cool with it." She turned to conceal anything we were doing while I dropped to my knees and gobbled up his enormous cock - 8 full, veiny inches. Oh, it was heavenly! We broke a barrier and I sucked, licked and dreamt about how I'd be his scum bag forever. Kathy began chatting him up about how slutty Karen was at the bar and promised Richie that she would share her ass with him if Karen would give it up to another. It sure got Richie off and did I ever adore the action! Just before he unloaded, my wife instructed him to grab the back of my head and "cum in the stupid jerk off's throat." He did and Kathy also grabbed hold and ****** him deep into my throat. I love and hate that because although I get to feel the entire cock shaft pulsate, I do not get any sperm to taste, or even swallow. It's injected right into my belly. I do like that my eyes tear up and my lungs have to shut down for a spell. It's great fun!
Once Richie drained his balls, he felt out of place and a bit jealous of Karen. One thing lead to another, a spit to a spat and we have not spoken a word to each other since that night. I feel so ashamed because I thought I gave the best come-back blow jobs. So it is a total and complete loss. And yet, it is the way it always seems to go for us.
