CAROL, CANDY & THE EX PT. 02

(Will Candy make a good cuck?)

Davie was standing at Carol’s front door dressed in a pair of copper brown wide-wale corduroy dress trousers, and a beige polo shirt. Oddly enough, he felt more nervous than he did the night before when he was in full drag, and he attributed it to the ex-factor. Last night Davie as “Debbie” was there to meet Robbie as “Candy”, and he knew his ex-wife wouldn’t be jealous because it was her idea.

However tonight he’d be having sex with Carol right in front of her husband. Even though Candy was a fag and supposed to be a cuck Davie had no idea how he’d react, he seemed a little uneasy with the idea the night before. Not that he presented any danger, Candy was a fucking wimp, but he hoped nothing would happen to make the night unpleasant.

Another reason he was nervous was the fact that he’d be having sex with Carol again. It’d been more than a decade since they’d fucked, and it didn’t help that she was now married to a guy with an eleven inch cock. His seven inches always seemed to satisfy her in the old days, but he had no idea what she’d become accustomed to, and he wasn’t keen on finding out he was no longer man enough to satisfy her. In addition, if that were the case, he’d probably never have sex with Candy again either. He took a deep breath, pushed all the “what ifs” aside and rang the doorbell.

Carol answered the door with a big smile and she was quite a sight. She was dressed in a rust-colored corduroy skirt suit, with a crisp white cotton oxford shirt. The skirt was knee-length, pleated and the ten-wale fabric had a nice rich texture, the ribs looked firm and soft. The matching jacket had wide lapels, suede patches on the elbows and looked fitted. It was a beautiful outfit, the kind that said from a distance it had a wonderful corduroy feel and begged to be touched. Her legs were encased in a pair of nude stockings leading down to a pair of dark brown strappy heels.

After briefly ogling her outfit he noticed her hair appeared freshly cut and fluffed, it looked full bodied and the best he’d ever seen it. She’d obviously spent time at the salon that day, and the thought that she did it for him made him feel funny. Her make-up was heavier than the night before but still tasteful, not to the point of being slutty. In short, she looked really sexy and it’d been a long time since he thought that about her.

“Come in Davie, you look nice.”

“Thanks Carol, so do you.” His face showed polite lust. “Very nice indeed.”

She stepped back and as he entered the foyer he noticed she was blushing. He liked that, it made him feel less wimpy about the butterflies in his belly.

“Come with me Davie, I think we could both use a drink.” She chuckled. “This is just really fucking weird.”

He didn’t argue and followed her to the same sitting room they were in the night before. She gave him a drink and they sat next to each other on the sofa again, but this time things felt very different.

“Carol, I just want to say before we start…”

She put a finger to his lips. “No Davie, don’t say anything, just let this happen. Tonight we have no history, you’re just a guy I picked up in a bar. I said you could fuck me if you helped me humiliate my sissy husband.”

She smiled and winked.

“And, you’re so fucking horny you’ll agree to anything. Right Davie?”

She pulled her finger away.

“Yeah Carol, that’s fine with me, but I have a question.”

“What?”

“Does Robbie want to be a cuck, or are you making him do it as part of your deal?”

She took a sip and gave him a sly smile.

“You know what? I’m not going to answer that. When you see what he’s wearing I let you decide for yourself. The only thing I’ll add, is that he picked it out, not me.”

She took a big gulp of her drink and put the glass on the table, then slowly ran her hand across the front of his trousers. She gave his dick a gentle squeeze and cooed.

“You’re not wearing any underwear are you Davie?”

He smiled. “No Carol, I’m not.”

“I can also tell you’re ready for some fun, I guess my outfit is serving its purpose.”

She squeezed again. “Come on Lover, let’s go meet the cuck.”

For the second night in a row he followed his ex-wife to meet her sissy husband, and between that and her corduroy outfit he was already horny as hell. She led him into a large living room with two sitting areas, one in front of a fireplace and the other positioned around a home entertainment system with an enormous flat screen TV. She headed to the entertainment area and he notice Candy sitting by the fireplace. His long red hair was tied up in two high pigtails. They looked like fountains shooting out the top of his head and raining down on his titties. Carol sat on the sofa and patted the cushion.

“Sit Davie, I’ll introduce the cuck in a minute, first I want a kiss.”

He ogled Candy a moment longer before obeying. He was wearing a red & black plaid corduroy jumper with a pink cotton blouse. The outfit looked like a schoolgirl uniform. The Jumper was a knee-length mid-wale with box pleats, and the top portion was straining to contain his big tits. He was playing with what looked like a pair of Barbie dolls and never looked in Davie’s direction, not even after hearing his wife request a kiss.

He sat close to Carol, wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she gave him a seductive smile, which caused a strange but pleasant déjà vu. His instincts kicked in and as they kissed he groped her tit through her jacket, and the fabric felt every bit as good as he thought it would.

The act broke the ice and her moans made it obvious they were both enjoying themselves, albeit for slightly different reasons. As their passion increased she grabbed his hand, moved it under her jacket and he took the hint. Her medium sized tits were still firm and he couldn’t believe he was feeling up his ex-wife. A week ago he didn’t think he’d ever talk to her again, let alone play with her boobs.

They continued making out for another twenty minutes, and at one point while she was kissing his neck he looked over at Candy. He seemed perfectly content to play with his dolls and the perverseness of that was a little eerie, but at the same time the kinkiness turned him on.

When they finally came up for air Carol had a dreamy look on her face, and that gave him pause. For a second he thought it was a look of love, and it suddenly occurred to him that he’d never even considered that possibility going in. He realized he could easily be wrong, but it did make him think about how complicated their games could get. Since his boner had been making most of his decision in the past week, he hadn’t given the overall picture much thought.

She purred and spoke softly. “That was nice Davie, I hope there’s a lot more where that came from.”

He smiled. “Me too.”

“Would you like a drink?”

“Yeah, OK.”

She raised her voice. “Hey cuck, get over here.”

He backed off so they were sitting side by side, then Carol reached over and rubbed his bulge. He liked that. Candy came over and stood right in front of them just a few feet away. He kept his hands behind his back and looked down submissively. Davie got his first good look at him. Below his jumper he wore red knee socks with white stripes and a pair of black corduroy Mary Janes.

His face was amusing. The make-up was done to an extreme, but he couldn’t decide if it was meant to be clownish, or to look like a young girl who had been playing with mommy’s make-up. Whichever it was, in combination with his spouting pigtails and schoolgirl uniform, it looked very sexy in a kinky kind of way.

“Davie, this is my husband, her name is Candy. As you can see she’s a total fucking faggot. I don’t call her a “he” because she’s incapable of acting like a man, that’s why you’re here lover.

Say hello to my boyfriend cuck, then go get us drinks. His name is Davie, but you will call him sir.”

“Hello Sir.”

He sounded the same as the previous night, feminine with a deep pitch, but there was a submissiveness that wasn’t there before. Davie shot Carol a quick look and she nodded approval.

“Hi Candy, you look very pretty, I like your uniform.”

“Thank you sir. May I go now Madam?”

“Yes cuck, scoot!”

He scurried out and Davie looked at Carol. She had an amused smile.

“So, did that answer your question?”

“Yeah I guess so, he just seemed reluctant about it last night, I don’t know, I don’t get it. But if he’s happy being a bitch that’s fine with me.”

“If ‘She’s’ happy being a bitch you mean.”

“Right Carol, ‘she’.”

“Just go with it Davie, it helps him be a better fag. You see, we’ve discussed him being a cuck for a long time now, but tonight’s the first time he’s actually doing it. He wants it very much, trust me he does, but with you here now it’s a reality and he’s very nervous. That’s why I wanted you to come over in drag last night. In his mind seeing you in a skirt and sucking his dick means you’re not a man either. So now he feels comfortable enough to go through with it.”

She rubbed his bulge and let out a little purr.

“And I get to have my fun too.”

Candy returned and they took their drinks, then Carol ordered him to kneel in front of them.

“Davie’s going to fuck me in a little while Candy, and you’re going to watch. I want you to pay attention too. Hopefully someday you’ll grow a pair of balls and do it yourself, so see if you can learn something.”

She took a long sip and massaged Davie’s cock through his pants with her free hand. Candy kept his eyes glued on it.

“But before we get around to that, do you have something you want to say to my boyfriend?”

His face reddened and he looked genuinely embarrassed.

“Thank you Sir, thank you for being a man and fucking my wife.”

“Is that all you have to say cuck?”

He sighed. “No Madam.

Sir, may I please suck your cock, I’d like to show you how grateful I am.”

Davie sensed he wanted to say more but was still feeling embarrassed. Apparently he hadn’t fully embraced his humiliation yet. Davie was getting turned on.

“Yeah Candy, you can suck my dick anytime you want.”

Carol interrupted. “Actually Davie, she’s only allowed to suck you when I say so, but we’ll talk more about that later. For right now I have two words to say. Ladies first.”

She pulled her skirt up on her belly exposing her white garter belt and pussy, she wasn’t wearing any panties. She then began unbuttoning her blouse.

“Get over here cuck and lick my pussy. Davie’s going to suck on my titties while you’re down there, I want to feel two mouths on me at the same time.”

Davie was a bit shocked, his ex-wife had loosened up considerably since the last time they had sex. Candy on the other hand seemed unfazed and buried his face in her muff. She undid the front hook of her white bra and pulled everything apart exposing her tits.

“Kiss me Davie, kiss me like a man.”

He stared at her tits, took a deep breath and happily obeyed. As they swapped tongues he massaged her right tit for a while and instinctively started pinching her nipple. She loved having her nipples pinched and pulled on, gently at first and then increasingly harder as she became more excited. As soon as he did it she moaned in response and they both realized they were falling right into place. She’d forgotten how much she loved the way he played with her tits and it fueled her passion.

Once it became apparent they were responding to old patterns he kissed her ear like he used to, then worked his mouth down her neck and across her chest to her right nipple. Firmly holding her tit he flicked her nipple with his tongue and sucked it a little before gently biting on it. She enjoyed having her nipples nibbled on too, but that was a much more delicate task.

He eventually slid half off the sofa to give himself room to work back and forth from one nipple to the other, and at one point realized he was rubbing up against Candy. That gave him a perverse thrill. The two boys worked Carol’s pussy and tits for another twenty minutes before she finally went over the edge.

She wrapped her arms around Davie and squeezed his face into her tit, her whole body shuddered and her hips bucked. It was obviously a very intense orgasm and she cried out as she flooded Candy’s face with her juices. Her body was as tight as a drum for a long moment before she suddenly sank back into the sofa and went completely limp.

Candy & Davie continued to gently kiss and lick her nipples and pussy for a few more minutes while she enjoyed her afterglow. Candy reached over and started raking his fingernails across the ribs of Davie’s corduroy covered ass, giving his lover a huge thrill. When the little tart finally sat back on his heels and took a breather, Davie looked down and saw that his mouth and chin were coated with Carol’s juices. Seeing the kinky schoolgirl with a face full of pussy juice gave him another thrill. He thought about licking his face clean, but before he could Carol opened her eyes and he didn’t think she’d like seeing her boyfriend doing that.

“Oh Davie, thank you, that felt so good. I love having my tits sucked on, and having you do it while the cuck licked my pussy was just fucking fantastic.”

They kissed passionately for a minute and he thought it was a little strange that she didn’t thank her husband. When they broke their kiss he sat up next to her and noticed that Candy hadn’t bothered to clean his mouth. He had a detached look on his face, not happy or sad, it was a little weird. But he did notice he was rubbing his dick through his jumper, so he must have liked something.

Carol pushed down her skirt, re-hooked her bra and partially buttoned up her shirt. Once collected, she handed Davie his drink and took a sip of hers.

“You did a good job cuck. Fix your outfit.”

He adjusted his jumper and fixed his pigtails but never cleaned her juices from his mouth, which Davie found rather odd. His jumper looked like a circus tent, he obviously had a boner, but carol completely ignored it.

“That’s better bitch, but you still look absolutely pathetic, and right in front of another guy too.”

She chuckled.

“Alright, now that we know you can lick pussy, you’re going to show Davie what a good little cocksucker you are. Are you ready to have Princess Penis Licker suck your cock Davie?”

“Yeah Carol, I think I’d like that a lot. Does the bitch swallow?”

He decided to test the humiliation waters and the absence of a negative reaction emboldened him.

“Of course she does Davie, don’t be silly. What self-respecting sissy cock-whore doesn’t? Isn’t that right Candy the cuck?”

His face reddened a bit. “Yes madam.”

“Give me your glass and get on your feet lover.”

Davie downed the last of it and complied. Without being told Candy shifted over so his face was just a foot away from his corduroy bulge.

“Alright cuck, take Davie’s pants off and give them to me.”

He looked shocked and gave her a quick look, it seemed obvious he wasn’t expecting that.

“Go ahead, don’t be a silly bitch. You can’t kiss his balls when they’re in his pants. Now move it.”

He surrendered and slowly pulled down his zipper. Davie got a big thrill out of that. He then unbuttoned his pants and slowly stripped them off, handing them to Carol. She neatly folded them and draped them over the arm of the sofa. Candy’s face was just inches from his boner and he stared at it with obvious lust.

Carol patted the sofa. “Sit Davie.”

He complied and spread his legs for Candy. Carol reached under and gently pulled up on his balls, making them easily accessible.

“Get over here cuck.”

He complied and Carol lifted Davie’s balls to her husband’s face.

“Kiss his balls bitch, give them a good licking, that’s where his sperm is cuck. You want his sperm don’t you? Go on, tell my boyfriend how much you want to swallow his sperm.”

He gently cupped his hand under Davie’s balls and started kissing.

“Sir will you please cum in my mouth? I’d really like to suck the sperm out of your ball sack. Can I please swallow your jizzum?”

Carol started stroking his boner very slowly and they both watched her husband worship his balls for about five minutes. After a minute or so he added some licks to his kisses and even gently sucked on them a little. Without any further prodding from his wife, the bitch begged for his sperm the whole time, he sounded like a two dollar fag whore. Davie wrapped his arm around Carol and the feeling of her corduroy jacket added to his thrill, he fantasized about her jerking him off with it.

Watching the little slut worship his balls while his wife stroked his boner was very exciting, but nothing compared to what happened next. Carol let go of his dick and the next thing he knew she slid her lips down its full length. She bobbed her head up and down about a dozen times before pulling her mouth off with a slurpy pop.

She then smiled and kissed his lips, and there was something strangely erotic about her mouth going straight from his dick to his mouth. He flashed on a fantasy of her sucking him off, then spitting his sperm in his mouth, and in truth the idea turned him on like crazy. However, the fantasy died quickly when she whispered in his ear.

“Don’t you cum in my mouth Davie. Got it?”

He nodded and she slid her mouth down his dick again. It’s amazing how you can forget things. When they were married she had no problem sucking his dick, in fact she was pretty good at it, but she never let him cum in her mouth. She established that right from the start. She used to say.

“The only people who swallow sperm are whores and queers, and I’m neither.”

Apparently she was just making sure he remembered. He wasn’t disappointed though, because he was pretty sure he’d be cumming in her husband’s mouth at one point or another. The feeling of having two mouths on his dick at the same time was incredible, he’d never experienced it before. Husband and wife feasting on his cock, it was surreal. Carol’s husband was watching his wife suck his dick just inches from his face, while licking his balls no less. Davie couldn’t deny enjoying the feeling of superiority it gave him. Screw his eleven inch dick, the pansy let’s his wife suck her ex-husband’s cock right in front of him, how wimpy is that?

Aside from the ego trip, the physical pleasures involved in this two party suck were heavenly. It went on for fifteen minutes, but every two or three she’d pull her mouth off and kiss him. That both re-triggered the sperm spitting fantasy and calmed his dick down, and he suspected she was doing it for the latter reason. She eventually brought the tease to an end though. She sat up and wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her jacket, which in itself gave Davie a thrill.

“Alright cuck, I’ve had my fun, now claim your prize. Suck the sperm out of Davie’s ball sack like a good little queer.”

Nothing more needed to be said. Candy was on his boner in a flash, bobbing his head up and down very quickly, literally jerking him off with his lips. Carol leaned over and started kissing him passionately, and at the same time pinched his nipple through his shirt. He liked that. It didn’t take long before Candy’s talented mouth had him moaning into Carol’s. She broke their kiss and said with a smile.

“Feed my fag Davie, feed my fag.”

He obeyed. His boner spasmed between Candy’s lips and he filled his mouth with several streams of thick creamy jizzum.

“Suck my dick you fucking little cock-whore. Swallow it bitch, swallow my sperm.”

Candy let out a muffled sissy squeal, he obviously liked what he was hearing.

His orgasm was intense and after he stopped squirting he slumped back into the sofa. He looked at Carol and she gave him a sexy smile.

“Oh I bet that felt good lover. Did you like cumming in my cuck’s mouth?”

He let out a couple of residual gasps.

“Hell yeah. Your husband uses his tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore.”

She chuckled. “Still quoting Blazing Saddles I see. I forgot how funny you could be.”

They enjoyed their private joke and flirted a bit more as Candy sucked his shrinking boner into a limp little dickie. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and lowered herself off the sofa. Once positioned next to Candy she pulled Davie’s limp penis out of his mouth and slapped his face with it a couple of times. Well, as good as she could with a limp noodle. He endured her abuse without objection. She then wiggled it front of his face.

“Look what you did to my boyfriend’s dick wimp, how’s he supposed to fuck me with that?”

“I’m sorry madam, I thought you wanted me to make him cum.”

“Bullshit fag, you just wanted to swallow his sperm.”

She humiliated him for a few more minutes and Davie was both amused and a little jealous. She finally instructed him to make them new drinks then go to his room and wait until summoned, and she made it very clear he was forbidden to jerk off. She got up and sat back on the sofa. He took their glasses and left.

“I thought we’d watch a little TV and relax for a while.” She reached over and wiggled his dickie. “And when Mr. Penis is ready to fuck, I’ll bring back the cuck.”

She seemed proud of her rhyme.

“Could you hand me my pants?”

She chuckled. “Embarrassed?”

“No Carol, chilly.”

“Alright, but wait until Candy comes back. OK?”

He agreed. She grabbed the remote, turned on the TV and started channel surfing. When Candy returned she gave them their drinks and tuned to leave.

“Wait a minute cuck.”

He looked at her.

“Here.”

She handed him Davie’s trousers. “Put my boyfriends pants on him cuck, show him what a wimp you are.”

Again he seemed surprised. Apparently this was a form of humiliation she improvised. He took the pants, knelt in front of Davie and worked them up his legs to his knees. Davie then stood and Candy completed his task. He had an odd smile on his face as he did it and Davie suspected he was enjoying himself. When he got up to leave his suspicions were confirmed by the rather obvious boner under his jumper.

Once he was gone they settled in on the sofa and sipped their drinks. She’d selected Robin Hood: Men in Tights. She told him it was in keeping with the Mel Brooks theme. They’d always been Mel Brooks fans and often watched his movies together. He suddenly had a strange Déjà vu and once again he wondered if she was becoming infatuated with him.

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By the time the movie was over they were making out again, and as they did he ran his hands all over her corduroy outfit, making himself very horny. She didn’t mind at all, in fact at one point she asked if he liked the way it felt and encouraged him to do so. Out of all the women he’d ever known she was the most accommodating when it came to his fetish, but he didn’t let that seduce him into ignoring her needs. Even though it felt strange at first, he complimented her early and often and she soaked in the attention like a sponge.

She did throw him a curve ball though, and it made him wonder if the alcohol was getting the better of her. While nibbling on his ear she asked him if he still liked to fuck himself in the ass with a dildo. He was surprised by the question but saw no reason to lie, so he admitted that he did. He was both curious and excited by her interest, but he thought it was strange in light of her desire to leave the past behind. She said no more about it and on one level he was relieved, but in truth he was also disappointed, he wanted to know why she asked.

At one point he noticed it’d been forty-five minutes since the movie ended and he had no idea what she had in mind for the rest of the evening, she seemed quite content to just sit on the sofa and make out. She wasn’t in a hurry to bring her husband back either, and he suddenly wondered what Candy was doing all this time.

“Are we done with the cuck for the night?”

She chuckled. “Why, do you miss him?”

“I just, I don’t know, I was wondering what he’s up to. Do you think he jerked off?”

She found his curiosity amusing and she liked the idea that he was interested in Robbie.

“Oh I’m sure he did. Robbie jerks off at least twice a day, he’s such a horny little shit.”

“But you said he couldn’t.”

I know, and he’ll deny he did, but It’s bullshit. Trust me, he wacked off two minutes after getting in his room. It’s all part of the game.”

He let it go and they kissed for a couple more minutes, he hadn’t made out this much since high school. When they came up for air she reached for her drink but both glasses had been empty for a while. She put the glass down and looked at him with a smile.

“What do you say big boy, are you ready to fuck?”

Hearing those words coming out of Carol made him feel like he was in the Twilight Zone. The fact that they were even speaking was weird enough, but hearing his ex-wife asking him if he wanted to fuck was mind-boggling.

“Um, yeah I guess so Carol.”

She squeezed his hard boner through his pants. “It certainly seems that way to me lover. Come on, let’s go.”

They walked down a hallway to what he guessed was their bedroom. It was very large room with a king-size bed and a sitting area. Candy was lying on the bed watching a porno movie playing on a forty inch TV. On the screen were two mistress types with huge strapons fucking the shit out of two fags in drag in a sixty-nine. They each had a mouthful of dick and an assful of dildo. As soon as they walked in Candy jumped up and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Go get us drinks cuck.”

He got up without a word and left quickly. As he passed Davie he had a weird look on his face, like she knew what was coming and liked it. Davie started taking off his shirt but she stopped him.

“No Davie, not yet, I want the cuck to do that. Sit.”

They sat in the chairs and he gave her a puzzled look.

“I read some of the fag-porn Robbie reads and the mistress always makes her cuck strip her and her boyfriend. I figured I’d give him a thrill, besides I think I’d like to watch him strip you.”

She flirted with her eyes and he looked down.

“What’s the matter Davie, would that bother you?”

“No Carol, it’s just.”

“Just what?”

“I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t be stripping.”

She gave him a knowing smile. “You want to fuck me in my corduroy outfit don’t you Davie?”

He nodded, then said sheepishly. “Yeah Carol, if it’s OK with you.”

She liked his shyness. “Yeah lover, it’s fine, but I’m going to strip off the rest.”

She stood up and took her jacket off, removed her blouse and bra, then put it back on. As much as he liked seeing her tits again, seeing them partially hiding beneath the corduroy jack drove him crazy with lust. She was in the middle of removing her stockings and garter belt when Candy returned. Davie noticed he had a fresh coat of lipstick and his pigtails had been fixed. He put their drinks on the table and sat on the bed next to Carol’s clothes. After she threw her stocking on the bed she took a sip and gave Davie a big smile, she really looked like she was enjoying the whole scene.

“Did you jerk off Candy?”

Davie was surprised by the question and so was Candy. He looked nervous and quite frankly guilty as hell. He should never play poker.

“No madam.

“Are you sure cuck?

“Yes Madam, I wouldn’t disobey you.”

Carol looked a Davie and rolled her eyes.

“There you go, mystery solved, sissyboy didn’t jerk off.” It didn’t sound convincing and he got the feeling it wasn’t supposed to be.

Davie sipped his drink and his eyes traveled back and forth, both girls were turning him on. Carol’s titties were playing peek-a-boo from under her jacket, and Candy’s big boobs were straining the top of his jumper. As sexy as Carol’s outfit was, he had to admit the schoolgirl thing was getting sexier by the minute, especially with a really big dick under the uniform. The whole package was very kinky and he suddenly got an urge to fuck Candy, but he wisely kept it to himself.

“OK cuck, come over here and lick my pussy, make in nice and wet for Davie’s dick.”

Candy looked embarrassed but Davie suspected it was an act. By then he got the distinct impression the fag was enjoying the cuck thing a lot more than he originally thought. Carol spread her legs, pulled up her skirt and her sissy husband got between her legs. For the next fifteen minutes she enjoyed the licking and occasionally reminded him that Davie’s dick would be right where his mouth was very soon. Among other insults, Carol repeatedly calling him a dickless wimp, and the increasing severity of her humiliation confirmed Davie’s suspicions. Candy was enjoying the abuse far too much for it to be spontaneous, he was sure it’d been planned to one degree or another.

When Carol felt well lubricated and ready she told Candy to back off.

“Wipe your chin cuck. Alright, I’m ready to fuck. Go strip my boyfriend, then suck him hard and beg him to fuck me. And I’ll be watching hubby, so make sure you do a good job. Oh, and by the way, don’t even think about making him cum, just get him nice and hard. If he cums in your mouth instead of my pussy I’ll rip your sissy little balls off. Got it?”

“Yes Madam.”

“Good, now scoot.”

He got up and stood in front of Davie.

“Could you please lift your arms Sir? My wife wants me to strip you.”

Davie felt really fucking weird and shot Carol a puzzled look. She smiled and nodded. He raised his arms and Candy pulled his shirt over his head. Davie got turned on by being so close to his big corduroy covered tits. He then requested Davie stand and knelt in front of him. He pulled his zipper down teasingly, obviously enjoying his work, then unbuttoned his pants and slowly stripped them off. Grabbing his already hard boner he kissed his mushroom and Davie heard him let out a purr.

“Sir, will you please fuck my wife? Pretty please sir? I would be very grateful if you’d use this beautiful cock to give her pleasure, please fuck her like a man.”

He started sucking and Davie looked at Carol. She smiled and winked.

“Suck him good cuck, I want a really hard dick in me.”

As Carol watched it appeared she was getting very turned on, and he again felt suspicious. He started thinking that despite what she originally told him, making their cuck fantasy come true was the main reason he was there.

After only a few minutes Candy’s mouth was getting Davie too hot too fast.

“That’s enough Candy.”

He didn’t stop.

“Come on Candy, that’s enough.”

He ignored him again.

After a few more seconds he pushed him back by his shoulders, and the little bitch kept sucking until his mouth had to let go. He heard Carol chuckle.

“Once you get the cuck sucking she doesn’t want to stop. She’s such a fucking little queer. That’s why you’re here lover. Now come on Davie, let’s fuck.”

The last part sounded really weird coming from her. She threw her clothes from the bed to the chair, positioned a couple of pillows and then laid down on her back. Candy didn’t move and Davie had to step around him. Being naked and seeing his ex-wife lying on the bed in her corduroy skirt-suit made him feel like he was in a dream. She smiled and extended her hand.

“Come on Davie, if you want you can rub your cock against my skirt for a while first.”

He climbed on top of her and did just that. The feeling of the fabric made him melt a little, and the reality that he was once again humping Carol in corduroy drove him crazy with lust. Her skirt made a shallow tunnel between her thighs and his mushroom bumped into her pussy with each stroke. He kissed her passionately and groped her tits through her jacket. He was in corduroy heaven.

She was very patient and let him do his thing, she’d let him do it many times before. She even asked him if her clothes felt good and encouraged him to fuck her outfit, although she did make it clear he’d better not cum. As he was enjoying himself she looked over and told Candy to sit in the chair.

“No jerking off for you cuck, you just watch, but if you want you can rub your penis with Davie’s pants, I don’t think he’ll mind.”

Hearing that turned Davie on even more and after another minute or two he had to stop. He lifted himself up on his hands and knees and pulled her skirt up on her belly.

She cooed. “Had enough corduroy fun lover, ready for some pussy?”

He smiled and nodded, opened her jacket and started kissing and licking her titties, working back and forth from one nipple to the other. That served two purposes, it not only got her engine running but it gave his boner a moment to calm down. He sucked on her nipples and was a little amazed how easily they seemed to fall back into giving each other what they liked. Then again it wasn’t the straight fucking that was the problem back then.

She whispered. “Come on lover, fuck me.”

He obeyed. He kissed her neck and slowly stuck his mushroom in, but she was well lubricated so he slid it in right to the balls. She gasped and then moaned. Davie had to admit he liked the idea Candy’s mouth had just been where his dick was now. They kissed passionately and he started fucking her slowly at first, letting themselves get used to each other again. They did that for a long while, feeling each other out, moaning and whispering, becoming lovers again.

At one point Davie remembered Candy was watching and gave him a glance. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He had his jumper pulled up and was rubbing his dick with Davie’s pants. He had to do a double take to make sure they were his trousers, and the sight of that turned him on like crazy. He was fucking the guy’s wife while the guy rubbed his dick with his pants, it was kinky as hell and he liked it a lot.

As their passion increased Carol spoke loudly at times telling Davie how good it felt to be fucked by a real man. She praised his dick, begged him to suck her titties and made it quite obvious she liked being fucked by him. She laid it on pretty thick and even though he knew it was intended for Candy’s humiliation he liked hearing it. It sounded really weird coming from his ex-wife.

In addition to all the new sensations involved, Davie noticed something strange happen as they fucked. Their bodies seemed to have memories of their own, and they began doing things in a way that had turned each other on years ago. Nothing was said, yet rhythms and nuances that sometimes take a while for lovers to develop came back in a matter of minutes. It was a very strange experience fucking his ex-wife after more than a decade, especially with her husband watching.

After a while she told him to fuck her harder and faster, and she was none too shy about it either. He obliged, basically banging her with abandon and she loved every minutes of it, he could tell she hadn’t had a good fuck in a long time. He was completely wrapped up in what he was doing and couldn’t look, yet he wondered what Candy was doing while they were in the thick of it. He also had a flash fantasy of him getting on the bed behind him and ramming his big dick up his ass.

Carol suddenly cried out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh Davie fuck me!” Her whole body started shaking and she bucked like a bronco, Davie had to use all his strength to keep her under control. He felt his orgasm come rushing forth too and grunted loudly as he went over the edge.

The whole bed shook as their fuck reached its crescendo, and Davie felt his cock spasm as his ball sack emptied itself deep inside her. Their orgasms were very intense and seemed to last a long time. When their bodies finally stopped assaulting each other he collapsed on top of her and they both sucked for air while they rested. They stayed like that for several minutes before she whispered.

“Oh God Davie, I’m really glad you’re here, that felt so fucking good.”

She almost sounded like she was going to cry. He summoned all his strength, lifted himself up a bit and they kissed. They shared a little more pillow talk while regaining their strength, and after about ten minutes she said in a loud voice.

“Did you jerk off cuck?”

“No Madam, I didn’t.

“Damn good thing for you wimp. Now get over here.”

She gave Davie a quick kiss. “OK lover, get on your feet, but don’t go anywhere.”

He took a deep breath and obeyed. As he backed off the bed he bumped into Candy and he moved out of the way. Davie felt a weird sensation as he looked at him. Even though he was exhausted from a really good fuck he felt desire rise in him as he stared at the corduroy clad faggot. Carol distracted him.

“Alright cuck, it’s clean-up time. Get on your knees and clean Davie’s dick.”

He did as told eagerly and Davie was now convinced he wanted to be a cuck all along. He gently cupped Davie’s balls in his hand and started licking his limp dick all over.

“Don’t forget to thank Davie cuck.”

He lifted his penis and kissed his balls as he spoke.

“Thank you Davie, thank you for fucking my wife.”

Davie decided to try a little more humiliation.

“You’re welcome bitch, your wife’s pussy feels really good. I think I’ll be fucking her a lot in the future.”

Candy suddenly inhaled deeply and kissed his balls with a little more passion. He seemed to like what he was hearing. When Davie looked at Carol she was smiling too. Apparently humiliation from the boyfriend was a popular thing. That emboldened him.

“And from now on cuck, you’re going to suck me hard every time I do it. Who knows, maybe every once in a while your wife will let me fuck your pussy instead.”

He reacted more strongly to that.

Carol said. “Well lover, we’ll see about that, but I don’t want you rewarding my cuck like that without my permission. We’ll talk more about cuck rewards later on, right now it’s time for sissyboy to clean his wife’s pussy. There’s a load of sperm in my vagina Candy, do you think it’s right for another man’s jizzum to be in your wife’s vagina?”

As she spoke she sat on the edge of the bed. Candy let go of Davie’s balls and turned toward her.

“No madam I don’t, not at all.”

“Well then bitch, get over here and suck that man’s sperm out of my cunt.”

Candy quickly positioned himself accordingly and obeyed. Davie looked at Carol. Her face was upturned, her eyes were closed and she had a devilish smile. Making her husband humiliate himself like that appeared to be a source of great satisfaction. He picked up his trousers and after putting them on, he noticed there were cum stains all over them.

Not enough to indicate a full load, it appeared more like pre-cum. Knowing another guy enjoyed rubbing his dick with his corduroys enough to leak pre-cum on his pants gave him a really weird thrill. It was also exciting watching his ex-wife’s husband sucking his sperm out of her pussy. He sat in the chair and sipped his drink, all the while staring at Candy’s ass and running his fingers over the sperm stains.

After about ten minutes Carol opened her eyes, looked at him and smiled.

“Alright cuck, I think my vagina’s clean by now. Did you like sucking my boyfriend’s sperm out of my cunt?”

He sat back on his heels and said that he did. Davie couldn’t imagine how humiliated Candy must have felt at that moment, but part of him hoped that someday he’d find out.

“See cuck, even when my boyfriend’s fucking me it’s still like you’re sucking his dick, you wind up swallowing his jizzum either way.”

She chuckled and pulled down her skirt.

“Get up on the bed Candy.”

He obeyed.

Carol stood up, walked over and sat in Davie’s lap. He liked the idea that she was sitting his her husband’s sperm stains. She gave him a dreamy smile and they kissed for a minute or two.

“Thank you Davie for an absolutely wonderful night, I haven’t been fucked like that in a long time.”

He liked hearing that. “I should be thanking you Carol, this has been one of the most incredible nights I’ve ever had.”

“Just one of them?” She smiled.

“OK, the most.” They both chuckled. Then she gave him a quick kiss.

“I’m really tired Davie, I think you wore me out. I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll figure out our next meeting. OK?”

He nodded.

“I’m going to bed, if you want to you can give the cuck a hand job, but nothing more than that. I want his rewards kept modest in the beginning. I have my reasons.”

Davie shrugged. “OK, I’ll talk to you tomorrow Carol. Good night, sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

He couldn’t believe he said it, it came out instinctively. It was a cutesy thing they used to say to each other.

She gave him a strange look, a cautiously endearing one, then smiled.

“OooKay, and on that note, I’ll bid you adieu.”

She gave him a quick kiss and as she walked out she said. “I’m going to bed cuck, make sure you set the alarm.”

He looked over at Candy. He was lying on his back with his hands behind his head. His big tits looked like corduroy mountains and his jumper was tenting again. He was staring at Davie with a nervous look, as if wondering what was coming next, and it seemed obvious he was hoping there’d be more. Davie emptied his glass and sat on the bed next to him.

The sight of his big tits and boner being restrained in his corduroy jumper gave him yet another thrill. He reached out and started playing with his big titties, he just couldn’t help himself. Candy seemed very appreciative and after a minute Davie leaned over and rubbed his face against them, kissing them all over. Candy moaned.

Looking up, his eyes settled on Candy’s plump lips. The lipstick had been worn away long ago but they still had a hint of color. The idea that his mouth had not only sucked a load of jizzum out of his cock, but sucked another load out of his wife’s pussy suddenly turned him on, and for whatever reason he felt compelled to stick his tongue in it. They kissed passionately for a few minutes while probing each other’s mouths. Davie reached down and started rubbing his boner through his jumper.

The feeling of the corduroy, the sheer size of his cock, the fact that he just fucked his ex-wife, and the reality that this pretty fag was her husband, all of it was surreal. He sat up, lifted his jumper and started stroking his big dick. Candy moaned loudly when he realized Davie was going to make him cum.

“God, you’ve got a beautiful cock Candy, it absolutely magnificent!”

He felt tired, but since the bitch was already rock hard he sensed he wouldn’t last long. So he held his boner straight up and started jerking him off. Candy played with his boobs and stared at him with an almost pleading look. It took about ten minutes and Davie savored the feeling of his large powerful boner in his hand the whole time.

Even though he was looking down at a corduroy clad faggot, which he liked, he couldn’t help feeling a little ashamed by his excitement. He wasn’t in drag and this was no sissy little dickie. He was dressed like a guy, playing with a big manly cock and he was loving every minute of it. For some reason that just felt naughty.

His thoughts were interrupted when Candy began whimpering. He felt his cock swell a moment before his mushroom spit out a long hard stream of creamy white jizzum high in the air. It rained back down all over his tits and belly. It was immediately followed by several more and the spasming of his big fuck muscle made it feel very powerful. The thought of it doing that in his rectum excited Davie a lot more than he cared to admit. When he finally stopped squirting the front of his jumper was covered with rivers and puddles of thick gooey sperm.

Candy didn’t make much noise and after he came he melted into the bed looking exhausted. As Davie’s eyes surveyed the corduroy clad cum coated cuck beneath him, he felt a compulsion kick in.

He pulled his dick close, licked his mushroom clean and the taste of his sperm only inflamed the compulsion. He lowered his face and started licking up every drop of his creamy load.

The feeling of his tongue on the firm ribs of the fabric and the gooey thickness of Candy’s sperm sliding down his throat put him in corduroy heaven. He especially enjoyed feasting on the thick globs splattered on his big titties, and after a few minutes he had the bitch licked clean. When the compulsion faded and the reality of what he just did sank in he felt wonderful. Other than his own, he hadn’t licked jizzum from corduroy in a few years and he loved doing it.

When Candy’s afterglow subsided he looked up at Davie adoringly. Watching him lick his jumper clean excited him tremendously, and the pure kinkiness of it made him want Davie even more. He was very kinky himself and he felt like he just found the ideal playmate. As with Carol earlier in the evening, Candy’s affectionate look gave Davie pause, but at that moment he was too tired to care.

“I gotta go Candy.”

“But why?”

“If I stay I’ll want to cum again, and Carol said she didn’t want that.”

He understood, he knew his wife. He was also relieved that Davie didn’t have a problem with what just happened.

“OK Davie. I really liked being with you tonight, but just remember, things will be very different the next time.”

“Yes Miss Candy, I haven’t forgotten.”

They shared a long passionate kiss and Davie left.

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