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Subject: {ASSM} New Story - On Becoming a Cuckold (M+/F+, cuckold, humiliation)
Date: Tue,  7 Jan 2003 07:10:30 -0500
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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult,
or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it
is illegal in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it.

On Becoming a Cuckold (M+/F+, cuckold, humiliation)

         When my wife returned from India after visiting her
family and friends, she brought back with her some shocking news.
 She told me that two of her best friends were into swinging and
that they had coaxed her into a few sessions with several couples
and that she was the only non-couple that attended. More shocking
was that she admitted to enjoying the sex she had with her
friend's husband and other men.  I was speechless for nearly an
hour.

  "How could you have done it," I said finally.   I remembered
trying to get her to go to an all-nude resort 3 years ago and she
had absolutely refused to go telling me that it was immoral.

  "I don't know what happened.  They really pushed me to go and
they said that everyone in India was doing it.   I fought them
for hours but they just got me there and literally pulled off my
clothes.  But I have to admit that once I got Seema's husband's
fat dick in me, I was hooked.   I didn't realize that I was
losing out on all this variety and I had orgasms like never
before," Jyoti, my wife, said with conviction.

  "How could you do that?" I said more to myself.  I felt very
cheated, sad and humiliated.

  Jyoti sensing my displeasure tried to play it off.  "You'll get
over it.  Don't make it a big issue.  I mean if you were there,
you would be fucking my friends while their husbands would be
doing it to me."

  "But I wasn't there and that is what makes it wrong," I said. 
I couldn't believe I have to justify my pain to my wife.

  "Well, at least I was honest about it," she countered.

  "I appreciate that but I am feeling sick to know that other men
had sex with my wife and she enjoyed it.  It is totally
humiliating," I said.

  After her shocking declaration, life went on again. I tried my
best to forget what happened but the thought of these men having
their cocks plunged to the hilt into my wife's pussy made me
jealous and mad at the same time.  This revelation was burning
inside me.  I avoided the subject hoping that this episode would
be soon forgotten and never repeated.

  My hopes were shattered three weeks later again when Jyoti
greeted me all excited when I came home from work.  "Seema's
cousin, Subita, lives in Irvine and she called me today.  She
said she heard about what happened in Delhi," Jyoti said.

  "Is that good or bad?" I said as dread started to fill my veins
again.

  "That is definitely good.   Subita is heavily into swinging and
wants us to join their group,"  Jyoti said with a big smile.

  "How do you know that I want us to join?" I said.  I couldn't
believe that my wife was making this decision without consulting
with me first.

  "At this time they are looking for women only. Apparently one
of the couples in the group brought in their three young nephews
and since they are the ones hosting all these parties no one can
say anything. Maybe they will let you in later," my wife rattled
along.

  "It just doesn't sound right," I muttered.  "I think you should
reconsider."

  "I already agreed," Jyoti admitted.  "Chances like these don't
come everyday."

  "I'm sorry," I said.   "You'll just have to tell them that we
are not joining this arrangement."

  "If you don't want to join, that is up to you.  But I have
already joined, with or without you."

  So that was how my wife continued her foray into the world of
swinging.  Realizing that she would have done it behind my back,
I decided to go with her in the hopes that I could change her
mind or at least join in the action.  Things turned out a lot
different than I thought.

  Jyoti was already percolating by this coming Friday. She
dressed wonderfully sexy.  I noticed that she had never dressed
like this before on my behalf.  She wore a short black dress that
I never saw before and high heels of the latest fashion.   With
her short brown hair, I had to agree that she looked very
appetizing.

  During our thirty-minute drive to Usha's grand house at Laguna
Beach, my wife revealed with a sly smile that she had no panties
on under her little dress.   I had to admit seeing her sitting
next to me in my Toyota with her dress hitched up to expose her
bald pussy did excite me.

  Once we reached our destination, I was soon a nobody as my wife
immediately disowned me and I was treated nothing more than a
wallflower.  At the door, Usha greeted my wife wearing only a
towel as things were well underway.

  Jyoti and Usha were immediately in an embrace like the best of
friends.  It seemed from the beginning that no one even spoke to
me directly.  Usha said, "Make sure your hubby stays dressed. 
Ramesh is never thrilled with spectators."

  I followed a few steps behind as Usha with her arms over my
wife's shoulder and her towel already removed.  I just stared at
her bare behind.   I followed them to a room of about fifteen
naked people mostly Indians doing various things to each other. 
They all stopped as Usha introduced Jyoti to the crowd. 
"Everyone this is Jyoti and she has joined our little group,"
Usha announced.  Everyone shouted their warm greetings to Jyoti
including the white couple and an oriental woman.

  One of the young naked boys with an erection definitely larger
and thicker than mine approached Jyoti with his mouth plastered
to hers.  The shock hit me at that moment and I instinctively
moved towards Jyoti to get this man off her.  But I stopped.  He
had his fingers to the hem of her dress and in one swift move got
my wife unclothed as the rest of the crowd. Jyoti's hands were
all over his handsome cock seeming not able to hold such a large
instrument.   I could see also that everyone was appreciating my
wife's tight naked brown body.

  The young boy probably just eighteen years old introduced my
wife one by one to everyone including his uncle Ramesh, the host
of this party.  It was the only time anyone ever took notice of
me.  Ramesh gave an unwelcoming glance in my direction.

  Ashok, one of the husbands, said, "Let's give Jyoti our
introductory welcome."  Everyone cheered.  The women
simultaneously moved out of the scene and sat their naked bodies
on the sofas and couches.   Jyoti was told to kneel down in the
middle of the room, which she readily complied.  The eight men of
the group, all with an erection more impressive than mine,
circled my wife poking their libidos unto her face. She hungrily
gave each cock a short suck with her pretty mouth.  The men
jostled for position as they each wanted her attention.  I could
see that my wife relished with the attention.

  Finally the young boy took Jyoti away from the circle of dicks.
 He took her to a corner all for himself. He sat on the floor
with his legs apart, his erection standing tall.  Jyoti started
to suck him off.  The white woman was in her forties, her breasts
large and sagging and her hair dyed blond.  She buried her face
in my wife's ass, lapping up her ass and pussy while Jyoti paid
homage to the young phallus.  I was amazed that he didn't spurt
his load at all.  When Jyoti did that to me, I couldn't hold it
longer than a few minutes.

  Soon after this little action that I witnessed, everyone
started socializing more than really having any kind of sex. 
This was when I felt more left out, the only one clothed. 
Everyone was comfortably naked having animated discussions about
everything from politics to the latest gossips.  Jyoti said to
Subita, "Seema's party in India was amazing.  The men there will
just fill up any available hole.  I mean I hardly had any moment
without something ramming into my pussy.  I was so sore.  Even my
mother noticed the next morning why I was walking funny.  I told
her some stupid story."

  Jay, the nephew who had taken Jyoti to the corner to have his
dick sucked, seemed to be really fond of my wife.  He kept
butting into her conversations with others, putting his arms
around her, fondling her nipples and kissing her lips.  I could
see that my wife enjoyed his attention and gave him that look
that she would do anything for him.  I couldn't blame her as he
definitely looked better than me and without doubt had a more
impressive tool than I did.   My 31 years old wife would end up
spending more time with Jay than me over the next few years,
literally sharing his bed nine out of twelve months a year.

  "Jay, you're hilarious," I heard Jyoti exclaim one time.  She
was the center of attention among the three young boys who kept
fondling her perfect breasts.  Jyoti was cool as she kept her
conversation going even while being mauled.

  A deliciously catered dinner was served by a rather fat
fully-clothed Mexican lady.  Dinner was not for the spectators
like me.  So I just stood and watched everyone savor the spicy
Indian dishes.  My wife joked to Ramesh that she would mind
having seconds as she would probably burn the extra calories
before the night was over.  Liquor flowed freely.

  After dinner, things slowly went back to sex.  There was less
conversation and more fondling.  But throughout the night, I
noticed none of the men had ejaculated.  Maybe things would be
getting wilder. Jyoti alternated herself with all the men,
feeling their throbbing cocks and having them feel her up. She
seemed so relaxed.

  At about 1:00 am, Ramesh made an announcement.   "I would like
to welcome Jyoti into our little group of friends."  Everyone
cheered.  "We will begin our official welcome of this lovely lady
by the deposit into her womb of our collective semen.  We hope
she will be able to hold it all without spilling a single drop."
 It seemed very few of the ladies were able to hold it all.

  At that point, one by one, each and every male, plunged himself
into her womb, starting with Ramesh and ending with Jay.  Jyoti
just lay on the carpet, becoming a receptacle of their lust.  As
each of them spilled their seed into her, the women checked
carefully to see that she did not spill anything from her pussy.
I could see my wife carefully kept herself from moving too much,
keeping her shaved pussy up and forward.  I could see that
everyone relished when they had their erection deep into her
pussy.  Their faces showed bliss and contentment and then utter
abandonment as they ejaculated into her tight hole. After Jay
finished with my wife, the women excitedly announced that Jyoti
had managed to hold the deposit.

  Becoming a cuckold was not something I had planned to do.  But
at this very moment, I had forever plunged into this world.  The
fact that I stayed and watched my wife enjoying herself among
this group of swingers without a whimper made me become someone
that could be taken advantage of.   The men lifted Jyoti careful
not to spill their accumulated seeds.  Like a sacrificial virgin,
five of them held her up high and walked around the room.  Then
they came close to me and directed her freshly fucked pussy to a
few inches from my face.  I felt funny with everyone noticing me
all of a sudden.

  "Swallow every ounce of semen, you cuckold," Rameshpronounced.

  I didn't move figuring out how to run away.  Jyoti, with ten
hands holding her up, said, "Come on, Vinod. For once, be aman."

  So as they shoved her pussy into my face, I lapped up all the
gooey cum as everyone laughed at my expense. My face was
smothered all over.  Jay commented, "So how was your first
creampie."

  Strangely it was the only time in the evening that my cock had
sprung to life.  The men and women soon noticed the bulge that
had grown in my pants.

  Ramesh said, "We will not leave your cooperation un-rewarded."
Then he looked at my cum-smeared face and continued, "Remove your
clothes now."

  I did as I was told, exposing my small dick to the leering
crowd.  Then as the crowded parted away from me even with my wife
mocking my certain lack of manhood, I understood what my reward
was.  The obese Mexican maid laid on the sofa, her now naked
flesh rippling in layers, beckoned me with open arms and legs.  I
was mesmerized as I strutted straight to her hairy pussy and
plunged my dick into her dark hole.  I was cheered on as I moved
back and forth like a frantic monkey.  Then when the release
finally exploded, Maria grabbed me in her thick arms as everyone
laughed and laughed.

The End.

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