TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE
Copyright c JULY 2002 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved
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All Characters And Events Depicted In This Are Purely
Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.
Story Content:(Cuckold, MC, M+/F, MF, Impreg, MM)
WARNING: THIS IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY. DO NOT READ THIS
STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A
FICTIONAL OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT GENRE, WHERE
GULLIBLE ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED,
OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL
SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS.
TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another early draft done some
years ago. I did some quick clean up to post. Enjoy!
TITLE: F.O.O.L.S.
AUTHOR: C.D.E.
ABSTRACT: A husband finds out that being "Foolish" can
be good for his marriage.
CAST:
Reginald - Husband
Rita - Dr. Richards
Its 2:30 AM. I'm awaken by the sound of a car
pulling in my driveway and the flash of its headlights
through the bedroom window.
The lights go out. There's silence. After a few
moments and not hearing the sound of a car door
opening or closing, I lay still, but anxiously
awaiting the next noise from the driveway. I don't
get up to investigate because I'm almost sure that
it's my returning home.
Almost 20 minutes later, I hear the familiar
opening and closing of a car door and a few moments
later, the sound of a key in the front door. Almost
simultaneously, I hear the car start up and once again
see the flash of light by the window as the auto
leaves the driveway.
I hear the muted footsteps approaching our
bedroom. I turn on a bedside lamp. My enters
the room carrying her high heels in one hand and her
coat and some other garments in her other.
"Hi honey." I greet her in a low tone of voice,
so as not to awaken the baby or our other two kids.
She gently places her heels on the floor and
throws the other apparel she's carrying in a nearby
chair. I make out that beside her coat, the bundle
she was carrying also included her camisole,
and nylons. Things she was wearing when she left home
earlier in the evening.
She waves instead of replying to my greeting, she
hurriedly comes over to my side of the bed. She has a
smile on her face. In the dim light, I see her lips
are puckered. Having seen her this way before, I know
she wants a kiss.
We kiss passionately, in an instant I feel her
transferring the creamy fluids from her mouth to mine.
Knowing what she desires, I don't resist but let my
mouth fill with what is almost assuredly a load of
semen freshly collected from the dick of the who
brought her home.
As we break the kiss, for a brief moment, there
are a couple of lingering ropey slimy strands between
our mouths.
"Hi darling, I just had to share some of Steve's
cum with you. He was nice enough to let me blow him
in the driveway so I could bring it to you while it
was still hot. He likes the idea that I share so much
with you."
I say nothing in reply to her humiliating
comment, but only watch as she undresses. Even in the
dim light cast by the small bedside lamp, the reddish
outlines of big hand prints are clearly discernible on
her shapely hourglass body, especially her ass,
and back.
"He and his two buddies, Leo and Wes, who we met
later in the evening, also told me how lucky I am to
have a husband that loves to share my experiences.
They both said it really pleased them to know that
you'd be tasting their left over in my when
you suck it for me tonight."
"Rita, I-I wish you wouldn't tell perfect
strangers I do that for you. You know I do it because
I love you so a-and as part of the therapy."
"Reginald darling, you can't blame me for being
so much in love and so proud of the love of my husband
that I want all the that fuck me to know how
wonderful you are to me." My says as she slips
in bed beside me and cuddles up close. We wrap our
arms around each other.
It at this moment when my beautiful shapely
is back in my arms that I can at last enjoy her soft
supple bodily charms. Even though she's used, with
both her mouth and coated with other men's sperm,
I still feel that all the marriage counseling and
therapy we've been through was worthwhile and has paid
off.
No longer do I feel the pang of worry that I
can't hold onto her or that she will leave me for
somebody who is better endowed than I. You just don't
know how comforting that is.
"Oh Reggie darling, you're so good to come home
too after I've been so thoroughly fucked. Here feel
my darling. Feel how slick and puffy it is."
I let my guide my hand to her still very
warm, but very damp cunt. More accurately, it was
still slimy. Even, so it was still good to have the
opportunity to touch and caress her even in the
condition she's in. Her swollen labia are very
pronounced.
"Your hands feel so good because you're so gentle
after the rough manly way they do it to me. The
really did work me hard tonight in getting rid of
their stiff dicks. They really had me dripping there
for a while. I wished you could've been there to take
care of that for us. However, I know you had to baby-
sit the kids tonight. By the way, did Stephanie give
you much trouble tonight?" My was asking about
our newest addition, our 10-month-old daughter,
whose biological is the same whose semen my
wife shared with me earlier.
I answer my wife's question as well as give her a
verbal rundown of my evening in the role of cook,
nanny, and maid. All the while doing so, I let my
hands roam over her body, enjoying the pleasure that
others had earlier in the evening.
As I give her my verbal report, I anxiously
capture one of her nipples, it's still somewhat erect,
and I suckle it eagerly like a baby. Even though her
tit has a dried substance splattered over it, which
I'm certain is dried semen, it's still delightful for
me to have its softness in my mouth. As my moans
due to my caresses, I move to the other tit and suckle
it for a long while.
"Now Reggie darling, give me what I really need.
Let me have your mouth on my pussy. Here lay back
dear, I want to ride your mouth tonight." She says
with a sense of urgency in her voice.
I flip over face up, like I've done so many times
before and await the wet contact of her moist syrupy,
jism coated and gamy to cover my face.
"OH yes!, Give me your tongue darling. Show me
you love me!"
Before, I get to work, I warn her not to make too
much noise, which might wake the kids, especially the
baby.
"Okay, okay, but get busy my pussy, I
need you honey. I want to feel you the juice
out of my muff."
My slowly rotates and scrubs my face with
her hairy, slightly squishy snatch. I can tell she's
enjoying herself as I supply the tongue power for her
happiness.
Finally I get her off with my lips and tongue and
sucking action. I hear her mute the cries of pleasure
from the umpteenth orgasm she's had tonight. As she
slumps in the bed totally exhausted from a evening of
intense sex, I feel very good because I gave her the
final come of the night.
"That was so delightful as usual darling, I'm
totally wiped out, You always do that to me when we
make love sweetie. You're so good for me. Goodnight
honey." She said so sensuously. Time she rolled over
she was asleep.
I grabbed a tissue and slowly wiped the drying
fuck and juices from my face. I also sipped a
drink from the bedside table, which I'd intentionally
placed there upon going to bed.
As I lay back trying to get back to sleep since
I have to go to work in a few hours, I'm fighting the
erection I have. It's aching and palpitating and not
contributing to me getting back to sleep easily.
However, I know I have to endure this condition for the
good of our marriage.
Again, as I try to fall back to sleep, I think
back to the way it was before we took the therapy that
saved our marriage and enabled me to not have the
worriation of having a that was not pleased at my
sexual capabilities as a husband.
It all started about six months after we were
married. It was then that I first noticed that my
wife was making frequent comments about my sexual
equipment and the fact that it was taking me longer to
get her off. I found it difficult to last longer than
the four minutes in her hot juicy cunt. It seemed
that even with my mouth action, that is after my four
minutes of humping glory, she still wanted more.
Our seemingly perfect marriage was becoming
stranded because of my sexual inadequacies.
Rita was not a virgin before we married, however,
she wanted us to save ourselves for each other until
our wedding night.
I was a bit puzzled by this, but she insisted on
not letting me have some until we were wed. However,
after I put a ring on her hand and we became engaged,
she did let me go down on her delectable pussy. I
became hooked from the first time I slipped my tongue
in her warm wet gash.
Even though I'd had sex with a before, but
for all practical purposes I was a virgin. You see,
just as I was about to put it in the teenage I
was about to get some from, I lost my load. The sight
of her bush and forming that lovely triangular
sight as you look up toward her and cunt, was
just too much for me.
My date laughed at me. She was rather
experienced for 16. But to save the night for both of
us, and now I think back on things it probably was
more for her benefit, she guided my head to her warm
pussy and had me lick her to an orgasm. Even though I
ended up licking up a bit of my that sprayed on
her bush, eating her juicy warm was not a bad
experience. However, that was my first and last
serious sexual experience until meeting Rita.
Rita and I have been though 3 trial separations.
Each time we reconciled and got back together. I've
always sweated if I could win her back each time. I
did. Even though each time she came back home she was
pregnant by one of her boyfriends, I still
welcomed her back with open arms. The last separation
was almost 18 months ago. She returned inseminated
with our baby daughter, Stephanie.
The only good thing about these trial separations
is that they tend to only last a few months. I'm
always glad that my comes back home to me, even
if she's pregnant and wants to have the other man's
baby.
Fearing it would cause her to become upset or at
worse, leave again, I generally say very little except
ask what decor does she desire for the baby's room.
The three children we have were all added to our
family in this manner. They are each about 18 months
apart in age. Based on this Information, when our
youngest reached about nine months, I was
fearful that Rita would get the urge to go through
another trial separation, as this fit the pattern over
the last few years. I wanted to prevent this if at
all possible.
Rita and I talked about our marital problems as
well as the need to have her own space from time to
time.
Rita and I both had talked to her about our
situation. Her called me and gave us the name of
a marriage counselor, who was a high school friend of
hers. The counselor was a Dr. John Richards.
THE FOCUS ON ORAL LOVE STRATEGY THERAPY
It was Dr. Richards that put my marriage back on
tract with his Focus On Oral Love Strategy Therapy.
For short, it's called F.O.O.L.S Therapy, or more
commonly FOOLS.
"The FOOLS approach is perfect for your
situation, Reginald." The doctor told me upon my first
visit.
"You see the FOOLS Therapy permits the to
have outside lovers and for the husband, since you're
so much less endowed than her lovers, to use the FOOLS
therapy to strengthen your marital bonds."
I listened intently at Dr. Richards.
He went on to say that what I currently do is
best for my wife. Me performing oral sex on her
constitutes the way we should have sex together. That
is, at least until I can pass the 200 stroke test, but
I'll talk about that later.
But for now, all he encouraged me to do was to do
is lick and suck her for her when we have sex.
My is really happy about me doing that for her,
especially when she comes home with her freshly
fucked by one or more of her lovers or some other
or men. She's also admitted to doing a few gangbangs
for pleasure too. You see that's also allowed under
FOOLS.
"Reginald, you know the rules. If you
accidentally come, you must start the timetable all
over again, no matter that you accidentally came in
your shorts. It doesn't matter if the sight of your
wife's charms were the cause or some other cause. You
still must go six months under supervised masturbation
before you are permitted to do so on your on. No
exceptions! Understand!"
"Y-Yes Dr. Richards, w-whatever you say. B-But I
just c-can't seem to help it sometimes when I-I some
intimate with her."
"That maybe true Reginald, but we are trying to
build up your stamina here and there is no other way.
You still are not to try putting it in until you go
through the full year of stroke exercises and
training, otherwise you haven't given the FOOLS
Therapy a chance. And you do want to be a good FOOL
husband, don't you?"
"W-Well y-yes I want to make sure it all worked
out b-but..,"
"No buts Reginald, your goal should be to be a
perfect FOOLS patient ,nothing less. Now say you want
to be a good FOOL. It'll be good way to build your
confidence."
"I-I want t-to b-be a g-good FOOL."
"Good! Again!"
"I want to b-be a g-good FOOL."
"Good, but with a bit more conviction this time
Reginald."
"I WANT TO BE A GOOD FOOL!"
I repeated the phrase for Dr. Richards several
more times until he thought I sounded sincere. I have
to hand it to him, I said it so much that I could hear
it echoing in my head as I left his office. I have to
admit it did help me stay more determined to work with
my to make the FOOLS therapy a success for me.
It already seemed to be working quite well for my
wife.
My has let me know so many times how good it
is to have me other "men's fuck" out of her
wet gooey pussy. "Darling, I know you love me each
time I hold your head to my crotch and hear you
slurping up what the fellows worked so hard to fill me
up with. They please me and you do it even better,
cause you do for me by your what they never
could do. I really am thankful for Dr. Richards and
his FOOLS Therapy. I'm also glad that you're
enough to do the right thing and became a good FOOL
husband, because it sure has improved our marriage a
thousand percent."
Being a FOOL husband means knowing your
responsibilities in relation to those of your wife's
other sexual partners, that is the one who are
permitted to have coitus with her.
The responsibilities are pretty clear. They are to use their
endowments to fuck her and I to give her pleasure they can't by
sucking her after they've finished with her.
Dr. Richards has told me often how lucky I am to be able to
save my marriage this way.
At first I thought I was being humiliated by being the clean
up man, but the more I see how happy my is as I put my mouth
on her red, raw and inflamed sperm soaked snatch, I have come to
accept, adapt, and find the pride Dr. Richards said I would find
in carrying out my share of responsibility in the FOOLS Therapy.
Dr. Richards has also encouraged me to go with my as she
meets with her various fuck studs, especially when there is going
to be what they call a "gang" meeting. My always told me
that whenever they have such meeting, they have a "bang up" good
time. I heard one of her partners refer to it as a "gang bang".
However, Dr. Richards gave my some pills for me to take
so as to reduce my nervousness and anxiety as I attended them with
her. For a few months she never told me about them, just put them
in my coffee or other drinks before I went with her to these "gang
bangs".
The pills apparently worked. My nervousness went away and I
felt mellow and at ease as I watched her have sex with her various
partners.
To not feel left out, my had her sex partners invite me
to participate. To my surprise, I felt comfortable in helping out.
Besides inviting me to keep her from getting too slimy,
sloppy and mucky from all the hot semen they shot deep in her, the
studs also invited me to lick their dicks clean after each fucked
her.
The praised me at how well I kept her freshened up
for them. I'm also sure it was the pills, but I didn't feel the
least bit humiliated at their praise. And so as to not feel left
out while one set of had their dicks in my wife, the others,
at her suggestion, had me licking their cocks and balls and to act
as a "fluffer".
That's a new term I learned. It means to help the get
properly prepared to fuck my again. In other words, besides
cleaning their dicks with my tongue, I would suck them up hard
again so that they could completely empty their balls and give her
their last of jism.
After the last of the 8 had left the room, I had my head
buried in my wife's gamy sloppy messy crotch, fulfilling my last
responsibility for her that evening as I diligently and
slurped her bruised, but well fucked lips. As Usual, she
had that Mona Lisa smile on her face as I glanced up occasionally
to steal a at her face through her slime coated plastered
muff bushy pubic hairs twat surrounded my face.
I really felt blessed to be able to do what I was doing to
provide my the love and pleasure I was at that moment. It
was so good to know that my would be going home with me and
not have to worry about her leaving or being stolen away by
another man, because he's better endowed or more handsome than me.
And it was all due to me following Dr. Richards's instructions and
adhering to my set of responsibilities under the Husband's FOOLS
program. Me being a FOOL Husband has really paid off by helping
me keep my wife.
I don't need the pills anymore. As Dr. Richards had told my
wife, after a while the drug in the pills would condition me to be
comfortable around her studs without me being given the drug.
When my revealed the good news that I didn't need the pills
anymore, my first reaction was that it was underhanded and
outright trickery to drug me without my knowledge. However, I had
to admit that my was right. The drug had helped me be a
better FOOL than had I not been give them. Besides, it was a moot
point now that I'd been conditioned to accompany her to her
various "gang bangs" and "train pulls". If nothing else, I've
learned many new street terms for group sex.
Another thing, even though my has had other men's
babies, and may have others in the future, she has not expressed any desire to leave me. Dr. Richards told me
that would be the case, and I must admit that too has pleased me
so much.
My has been very supportive also of my
failures with the Stroke Stamina Building Regime .
Just listen at what she told me the other day.
"Darling, don't fret about not being able to do
so well on the Stroke Stamina Building Regime he has
you on. After seven years, you get to put it in by
default." My was trying to console me. I
thought that was nice of her.
And to further take the fire out of getting the urge to
steal her from me while she's pregnant with their babies and
emotionally vulnerable, Dr. Richards' suggestion that I suck the
men's dicks for them during this time. It seems to have really
worked. Not one has been successful in influencing my to
leave me when she was swollen up with their baby.
As you can see, it's a lot of work being a FOOL husband,
not to mention: being a Daddy to other men's babies my has
had by them; having my lips stretched to the limit by the big
dicks of my wife's studs; and also down a lot of hot gooey
jism from all the abundant they spurt. However, all in all,
I've come to believe it's worth it to be able to keep my
beautiful and to have a harmonious marriage. Don't you
think?
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