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  Be Careful What You Wish For:

  A Cuckold’s Story

  By J.W. McKenna

  Other books by J.W. McKenna:

  Out of Control 1 & 2 (anthologies)

  Office Slave, Office Slave II: El Exposed

  Stripped & Abused

  Controlled!

  Sold Into Slavery

  Boarding School Slave

  Tied & Branded

  The Politician’s Wife

  My Husband’s Daddy

  My Wife’s Master

  Torn Between Two Masters

  Darkest Hour

  Corruption of an Innocent Girl

  The Sex Slave Protocols

  Secretary’s Punishment

  The Abduction of Isobelle

  Starlet’s Fall

  Joanna’s Surrender

  Slave to the Firm

  She Couldn’t Say No

  Lara’s Submission

  Remedial Sybian Training

  Trailer Park Tramp

  Her Personal Assistant

  Kyla’s Basic Training

  The Cheater

  Training Bra

  Two Girls in Trouble

  Punish the Slaves

  Landlord Ladies

  Trained in Two Weeks

  Nude in New Zombieville

  Eighteeen & Desperate

  The Tutor’s Dilemma

  Copyright 2012 by J.W. McKenna Publishing. All rights reserved. May not be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author.

  Chapter One

  Rick Smith loved his wife, but he had to admit, after six years of marriage, things had grown stale. Liz seemed largely uninterested in sex and was generally content with their once-every-two-weeks love-making session that lasted all of ten minutes.

  It shamed him to realize he was probably to blame for their lackluster sex life. He considered himself to be a bit of a schlub. He stood five-nine and had a small pot belly. But that wasn’t the main problem. Although he hated to admit it, his penis was undersized. When he was fully erect, it measured less than five inches. Not bad, really, but he often had trouble bringing Liz to an orgasm. Although they did not talk about it, he suspected that the diminished frequency of their love-making was due in part to his small cock not being able to fully satisfy his wife.

  Liz had been so beautiful on their wedding day, with her long brown hair and generous breasts. She had green eyes and a big smile that lifted his heart every time he saw her. It killed him that he couldn’t give her the orgasms she deserved.

  Before the marriage, she had worked as a waitress at Hooters, but she told him many times she didn’t like the way some of the customers treated the women. Rick wouldn’t let her debase herself like that. He had a good job at an Atlanta company that provided temporary fencing for constructions sites so he told her to stay at home until she could find something she liked. She never did. That had been six years ago and both had come to like the arrangement. She kept the house spotless and cooked wonderful meals and Rick earned the money. They had talked about starting a family, but neither one was quite ready.

  “We have time,” Liz told him. “I’m only twenty-nine, you’re thirty – let’s not saddle ourselves with kids just yet.”

  Over the last six years, Liz had gained some weight and he thought she might be substituting food for sex. If she couldn’t be satisfied with one, she could with the other. It didn’t matter to Rick – he still loved his beautiful bride.

  Out of guilt or frustration, Rick had turned to masturbation as his relief. If he could sneak away and beat off, he could pretend he was a real man again. He developed a fantasy of watching a man with a larger cock fuck his wife. He often spent his free time perusing the “cuckold” sites on the Internet and was amazed at the size of some of those monsters that hung between men’s legs. In many scenes, the husband with his small dick would be in the background, or manning the camera, while a well-endowed man would pleasure the wife. It always made him instantly hard. He would love to see her climax on one of those bad boys, but he was afraid to bring it up to her. She was so reserved and classy, he was sure she’d reacted badly and then he’d have to admit his sorrow about not being able to satisfy her.

  The couple lived in quiet frustration. They still had fun, going out and doing the things a couple might do. On their sixth anniversary, he took Liz out for a nice dinner. They had cocktails at the bar beforehand and shared a bottle of wine during dinner. They were both a bit tipsy on the way home and Rick felt emboldened enough to test the waters. “Tell me, hon, if you could do it all over again, would you marry me?”

  “Of course I would,” she said. “Silly!”

  “That’s nice. But I’d like to do something special for you. Tell me one of your secret fantasies and I’ll try to make it come true.”

  “What? I don’t have one.”

  “Come on, every woman has a secret fantasy! I can’t believe you don’t have one!”

  “Um, not really, no,” she said, shrugging.

  Rick knew his wife was hiding something. He pulled into their driveway and turned to face her. “I don’t believe you. Remember that time I came home early and I caught you masturbating? You never did tell me what you were thinking about.”

  Liz blushed. “I did too! I said I was thinking about you!”

  “And I didn’t believe you because you immediately changed the subject. Come on. If you tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.”

  Her eyes widened. “Oh? You have one? What is it – a threesome with some blonde bimbo?”

  “No,” he said, his jaw set. “You go first.”

  “Oh, no – you’ll think I’m a weirdo. Or worse.”

  “Aha! So you do have one! I knew it. Come on, maybe I can make it come true.”

  “Oh no!” She shook her head. “I don’t want you to think I’m not a good wife.”

  “You’re a great wife! Why would you think differently?”

  “I’m fat and I’m not very sexy, that’s why!”

  “You are not fat. Okay, so you’ve gained maybe ten pounds since our wedding. That’s nothing! I don’t care. You know that!” He gave her a hug. “And I think you’re very sexy!”

  “It’s more like twenty pounds. I feel like a frump.” She suddenly got out of the car and headed for the door. Rick quickly followed.

  “Now you’re just avoiding the issue. Please, tell me your fantasy.” They stood on the porch and he began rubbing her upper arm, something he knew she liked. He leaned in and kissed her neck and she shivered.

  “Let’s go inside first,” she said.

  He nodded and unlocked the door. He couldn’t wait. He pulled her to the couch and they sat down.

  She sighed. “I guess I’m just drunk enough. I can’t believe I’m actually saying this out loud…” She seemed to gather her thoughts. Rick kept his mouth shut, afraid she’d change her mind. “You know I was raised in Charleston,” she continued. “There was always some underlying racial tension there. My family was not too bad, but they did look down on the blacks a little. In school, they taught us about the Civil War and how it ended slavery, but it also ruined the plantation life that white folks seemed to miss. I guess it kind of fueled my imagination.” She stopped and sighed again. “I shouldn’t be saying this – you’ll think I’m terrible.”

  “Hell no,” he said. “I can guess where this is going and I find it very sexy.”

  Liz flashed him a small smile. “Really? Well, okay. My fantasy – the one that’s always guaranteed to get me off – was that I am the daughter of a plantation owner in about 1850, a girl of eighteen or so. One day, I ca
tch the eye of some handsome black buck and flirt with him a little, just to tease him, you know. I go into the barn and he follows me. There’s no one else around and…” She trailed off and gave Rick a shy smile.

  “Ohh, so you and a black man! That’s hot!”

  “You don’t think it’s racist?”

  He laughed. “Not if you’re fucking them!”

  “Yeah, I guess so. Okay, tell me yours.”

  “Wait, I want to hear details! You can’t leave me hanging.”

  “Oh? You like to hear about that? I would think you’d be jealous.”

  “Not at all. I find it exciting.” Rick was actually stunned – it fit in nicely with his secret fantasy.

  “Wow. I would not have expected that.” She tipped her head for moment, lost in thought. “I’ll tell you some details, but first, you have to tell me your fantasy.”

  “You won’t believe me.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Try me.”

  “Okay. I’ve always wanted to see you fuck another man.” He waited for the explosion. She just stared at him.

  “Really? That’s … not what I expected to hear. I mean, that’s like wanting me to have an affair!”

  “It’s not an affair if I’m there too.” He paused. “I think you know where this fantasy comes from. Sometimes I feel like I don’t quite satisfy you.”

  She put a hand on his leg and said, “Ohh, honey, you do just fine.”

  It wasn’t exactly the ringing endorsement he had hoped for. “Maybe I’d like to live vicariously through a guy who’s, you know, bigger.” He looked down at the ground in shame. “My fantasy is really not all that different from yours.”

  “Yeah, but in mine, I’m getting fucked. In yours, you’re just watching… How is that the same?”

  “Oh, I fuck you afterward. While I’m watching, I’m touching myself, getting all excited. Then when he’s done, I jump on and fuck the daylights out of you.” He dared not share the rest of his fantasy, where he would take pictures or videos and masturbate to them later. That could come later, if at all.

  “Wow. I never would have thought that.” She paused. “Is this mystery lover you see me with ever a black man?”

  “Actually, no – but I could get into that. It wouldn’t really matter to me. As long as he was, you know, big.”

  “That’s … that’s really interesting.”

  * * *

  Nothing more was said that night. It was as if both wanted to think about the shocking revelations. Liz couldn’t believe Rick would want her to make love to another man – and right in front of him, too! No matter what he said, she was sure he’d be jealous and it would ruin everything. Not that they would ever do such a thing! Best to keep those thoughts as fantasies. But she couldn’t stop thinking about having a man with a big cock inside her. It made her wet. She had never considered the idea before because she was sure it would make him feel inadequate.

  Truth be told, he was a bit small for her. He had trouble reaching her in the right places. Privately, she called Rick her “one-hit wonder” because once he came, he’d roll over and fall asleep, often leaving her frustrated. No wonder she wasn’t always responsive when he was horny! It was all just too much trouble. But he was a good man and a good husband and she was satisfied to let sleeping dogs lie. At least, for now. When he was at work, she could take her time with her vibrator and her fingers to bring herself to climaxes she had missed. She didn’t need another man in her bed.

  Did she?

  Liz noted how excited Rick became when she didn’t reject the idea out of hand. He even went so far as to show her some of his favorite sites on the Internet, which dealt with this so-called “cuckold” lifestyle. The term sounded quaintly Victorian or even Elizabethan. But the pictures took her breath away. They showed women fucking men with enormous cocks and having thunderous orgasms. She asked to see more pictures of black men and she was amazed. Some of those penises were as big as her forearm!

  “That’s too big for me,” she said again and again, while her pussy grew wet. It was a big lie and it shamed her to think she might actually want to experience a big cock.

  “Why would you want this?” she kept asking him, but he had trouble explaining it.

  “I just find it exciting,” was all he’d say. She suspected his worry about his small penis went deeper than she had imagined. No wonder they never talked about it! The idea that he was turned on by the thought of her fucking another man opened up new possibilities in her mind.

  Later, when they were in bed, Liz found the confession and the websites had turned her on and their love-making had a renewed sense of urgency and heat. She pretended Rick was a big black lover and tried to imagine what it might feel like to have him inside of her. But his cock couldn’t quite make the fantasy come alive. She pretended to climax, just to make him feel better. It added fuel to the fire of her imagination.

  * * *

  The next day, at work, Rick had a few moments in the office to think about what he could do to bring Liz’s fantasy to life.

  It was a big risk, of course. It was one thing to fantasize about having a black man fuck your wife and quite another to cause it to happen. What if he brought home a man as a “surprise”? How would Liz react? She’d probably scream and run for the bathroom. No, he’d have to let her in on it and give her time to warm to the idea.

  Rick had a candidate in mind. One of the men on the temporary fencing crew had been a handsome, well-built black man named Darrell. He was about thirty-five, a few years older than they were. Rick had seen him on many a site with his shirt off, his triangular-shaped torso glistening in the Atlanta heat, his big hands manhandling the fence posts into position. Rick had gotten to know him reasonably well and found him to be a level-headed guy – someone you could count on. He had quit about four months ago to take another job, but Rick thought he lived at the same address. He still had the man’s cell phone on file.

  He looked through the personnel records and found three shots of Darrell that he could show Liz. One was simply a face shot that the company took of all its employees. The other was taken during a publicity shoot that the company had arranged. The photographer had loved Darrell and had used him in two “action” shots – one with his shirt on, rolling the wire fence into position with the help of another man, and one with his shirt off, lifting the concrete base of a fence post out of the ground, his muscles bulging. He printed out all three of them on the company’s color copier/printer and stuffed them into his briefcase.

  He wasn’t able to bring up his idea that night – Liz had been in an odd mood lately and he wisely left her alone. Perhaps she was feeling embarrassed about finally confessing her fantasy. He hoped not.

  It wasn’t until the following Friday night that he was able to broach the subject. They had had a couple of drinks after dinner and were settling down to watch a movie when the opportunity arose. Liz had scrolled through the choices on Netflix before settling on “Mandingo,” a 1975 movie about a black slave in the 1840s who fought in arranged bare-knuckled brawls and had hot sex with the wife of the plantation owner.

  Rick was pleased with the choice as it was obviously a message. He said nothing while they watched it, preferring to see how it affected his wife.

  * * *

  Liz wondered if it was a good idea to see this movie with Rick. She had seen a couple of times before and it had remained one of her guilty pleasures, to be watched when Rick was away. But she couldn’t quite shake their recent conversation and it made her feel sexier, even naughtier. If she were to admit it to herself, the movie could be considered a clue to Rick that she wouldn’t mind pursuing their fantasies. She could never take any steps in that direction, of course – it would have to be Rick’s idea. That way, if it went wrong, she could blame him.

  The movie made her hot and that actor who played the lead role was quite handsome. She could imagine his arms around her, grabbing her and forcing her to have sex. Rick wasn’t forceful at all in b
ed. He was more of a pleader, begging her for sex instead of taking it, not that she’d ever tell him. Sometimes, she turned him down just to see if he’d act like a real man and take her, but he never did. He was a good provider – he couldn’t help it if he wasn’t the alpha male type. It hadn’t mattered all that much when they had gotten married, but now, all these years later, it had begun to grate on her. That was why she had resisted going off the pill and getting pregnant. Eventually, she supposed she’d have to, just not yet.

  Part of her couldn’t believe that Rick’s fantasy was to watch her have sex with another man. It had to go beyond his small dick size. Maybe it was because he was so passive, he liked the idea of watching an alpha male rut with her. He could learn something.

  The movie had a key scene between the slave and the owner’s wife and as they watched it, she noticed Rick was paying more attention to her than the screen. After it finished, she was so heated, she turned it off suddenly and announced. “I’m tired, I’m going to bed.” She caught Rick off guard.

  “Wait, I was watching that.”

  “Go ahead. I’m done.” With that, she got up, wondering if he’d follow her or if she would have a few precious minutes alone to masturbate. She could come in just a few minutes while fantasizing about Mandingo!

  “No, that’s all right, I’ll come with you,” he said, getting up and turning off the lights.

  Liz nodded and turned away, allowing a slight grimace to flash over her face. Damn! Now he’ll weedle and beg and she’ll have to give in to him because she was already horny. There was no hiding it.

  She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, pausing to check between her legs. Yep, she was quite wet. The images of the black man and the white woman made her shiver. She finished up and returned to the bedroom, stripping off her clothes. She was bent over the dresser, finding a nightgown when Rick walked in.

  “Ohh, look at you! You are so cute!”

  She smiled and slipped the nightgown on over her head. “Go brush your teeth.”