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I've been writing a series, the Bareback Barback, that can only be found on nifty.org. Due to other outside pressures, I need a break from a concentrated effort to compress that series. I decided to write this short story about a new thing that has my interest piqued at the moment. I started looking at a Tumblr post about gay cuckolding, which got me designing other ideas about cuckholding in general. This is the story of Steve, Jodie, and me and one of our adventures.
Steve and Jodie
I was browsing Grindr, looking for some action on a quiet late December evening, when I stumbled upon a hot-looking torso and big arms faceless guy. My profile search was for gay bottoms, and I knew this guy, if it turned out right, would do the trick quick, so to speak. He listed an age of 38, and I'm 55, and while I work out and gravity has been kind to me so far, I didn't hold a candle to him regarding musculature or fitness. Turns out he was bisexual and looking for another man for him and his wife. "No one fucks my wife without me meeting them; you get through the interview, we'll discuss it," his short bit of information said in the profile. Intrigued, and although I was once married to a female and separated longer than we were together, I swiped to the next piece of meat.
Being a lot older than most of the guys on Grinder, I'm not as tech-savvy about how to be 'stealth,' within minutes, I get a message from him. "Sup?" I almost didn't answer because I don't feel that bestows any greeting, and being a sarcastic type, I can usually get someone to block me within seconds with some smart-ass reply. I overlooked his literary faux pax and said, "Hey!" Immediately, I received a very graphic and detailed album featuring him and his wife. I have to admit that even though I haven't had sex with a woman (my wife) in over 30 years now, this lady was hot. I mean, between the both of them, I would have still preferred her husband over her. Still, you have to give her credit for looking good enough to get a most likely certified gay older man a twinge between his legs that happens maybe once a decade looking at a woman.
"Nice -- both of you," I replied.
"I've shown your profile to my wife, and we'd like to talk."
"I'm not bisexual, and your profile says that's what you're looking for."
"Well, we can discuss that later, but do you think you might consider it?"
"I haven't had sex with a woman in nearly 30 years. I don't know if I'm the person you two are looking for."
"We both agree that just from what you say in your profile, you'd be the perfect fit."
Almost moderately annoyed at this point, I tried ending the conversation with, "Now or something later?"
"Whatever suits you," he replied.
"I'm going to think about that for a day or so. I'll let you know either way."
I closed the app.
A few days later, I got on Grindr again, and in my inbox was a heartfelt message from Steve. He told me they'd decided to wait for my answer and not do anything, even with each other, but if I could decide soon, it would be worth my time.
I smiled and shook my head. I sent him my cell number, looked at the other few messages from some chat buddies, and went off to the gym. I was finishing up on the treadmill when I got a call from a restricted number. Uh oh -- strike one. I didn't answer. I showered up and headed out to lunch with a friend. I felt my phone vibrate during lunch with a number I didn't know. I sent the call to voicemail since I never answer calls when eating or out with a friend.
"Hey, this is Steve," the message began as I listened to it driving home, "my wife and I have been talking with you on Grindr, and we're really interested in getting together. Uhhm, could you give me a call any time of day or night? Uhhh, we would like to talk with you? Thanks."
I liked the vulnerability in his voice, the near but not quite begging tone, and I decided I wanted to either dash their hopes over the phone or face to face.
"Steve, it's Thom," I started, "I was at lunch with a friend when you called."
"Uhh, no problem. Sorry to be such a pest."
"Nothing to be sorry for. Look, I gave you my number because we should talk before I commit to anything. Plus, you're the one doing the interviews for this, right?
"Yeah, uhm, would you be able to meet both of us tonight for dinner?"
"I can. Sure, why don't we do that? I'm not annoyed, but what makes you believe I'm the best person for this of all the men on Grindr? There are hotter guys on there who are closer to your age group. I'm not saying 'no'; I'm curious how I got chosen."
"We can answer each other's questions in a more personal atmosphere tonight. Is there a restaurant you prefer? We'll be happy to meet around six. Just tell me, and we'll be there."
"It's nice to meet you," Steve said, smiling and extending his hand, giving me a firm handshake. He was disarmingly good-looking. "This is Jodie," he continued, introducing his wife. No wallflower, she shook my hand with about as much firmness as her husband.
For her late 30s, this lady was pretty hot. They made a lovely couple. They insisted that I go before them to the table in the middle of the dining room of a popular Thai restaurant. I didn't need a menu; I knew what I was getting. Steve and Jodie sat next to each other, facing me.
"Thanks for dinner, so what do you both do?" I asked, breaking the ice.
Steve looked at her and began, "I'm an attorney at a fairly large firm, and my wife is a director of human resources for an international conglomerate based here in Pittsburgh."
I nodded, "I run my own landscaping business. I have about 200 employees during the season and off-season, about 75. But we're not here to discuss our careers, are we? I don't want to sound rude, but we all seem to be busy people, so maybe we get to the business at hand."
They looked at each other, not annoyed; instead, they seemed to appreciate me not beating around the bush.
Jodie took the lead and spoke up, "We're looking for someone to help us start a new adventure in cuckolding."
I looked confused.
"What is that?"
Steve swallowed hard, looked at his wife, and looked at me, "In a nutshell, I want you to have sex with my wife while I sit in a corner and watch. I don't participate; I watch. If you want to call me degrading names or insult me, it adds to the excitement."
"Well, that is something I've never heard of before. Thanks for being so direct, but I keep coming back to why me? How many other guys have you interviewed?"
"We have screened three, but none made the cut. I know it sounds weird. I love her, and I don't want her cheating, but it's a layer of sexual excitement that we decided to try. We don't want you to be her lover; we don't want you to have hookups on the side. I want to be degraded while I watch another man have sex with her."
My head was spinning. I know I had a look on my face, partially between disgust and deep dismay.
"So the old gay guy was a safe bet, huh?" I asked, perturbed.
"No, no, no, please don't look at it that way. It had nothing to do with age or orientation. Your profile is genuine and accurate. Two of the people we interviewed were at least 50 pounds higher than they said."
"And the other guy was a meth-head," Jodie piped in, "That's not what we're looking for. We want a normal, unattached, attractive man to join us."
"OK, I'll go with that, but you realize I'm gay, and no offense, Jodie, you're hot, but you're not a man."
"We thought of that. How about we play gay porn on the TV? Steve will be in a corner on a chair and be allowed to jack off watching us. You can look at him if you want."
I looked over at Steve; he was blushing.
"We were also wondering," she continued, "how often you test, are you taking any preventatives, and, uhm if your equipment is what you actually claim in your ad."
I started chuckling, which they both found amusing, and it lifted the seriousness of the conversation out of what was quickly sounding more and more like an interview. I shook my head.
"You are nice and direct; yes, I'm an uncut 8 thick; yes, I test every three months, and yes, I'm on prep. Since I always thought interviews were a two-way street, I have a few questions. How many men have you actually done this with? Are both of you taking preventatives? How often do you test, and what makes you horny?"
Jodie blushed and looked around, noticing no one was listening to our conversation.
"We tested last week and good there. We have done this with no one yet. We're not on any preventatives. I had my tubes tied six years ago after failing to conceive. And I have to say that your last question verges on rude."
"Hold on, a second, you're both well-educated and well-spoken, but I'm certain I don't need to remind you that you contacted me, not the other way around. I haven't agreed to anything, and I don't have to. If you want me to be on preventatives, don't you think it's a bit hypocritical that you're not? I haven't said 'no' nor have I said 'yes,' but I'm not some employee at your company you need to reprimand or discuss my future with. In fact, I'm somewhat annoyed by your arrogance here. I'll give you the money for tonight's dinner, and you can continue your search," I said as I plunked down a fifty-dollar bill that would more than adequately cover my meal. They both had a look of shock and despair on their faces as they looked at each other while I walked out.
A week later, I received a text from Steve, "Hey, I'm sorry about the last week; if we insulted you, it wasn't our intention. Would you reconsider talking?"
I dialed him up on the phone, "Hey Steve. Thanks for the text. What you guys want to do and discuss should be done face-to-face or on the phone. This isn't something I want to text about. Am I clear about that? Furthermore, you're both a hot couple, and I think that by default or lack of better options, I ended up the final candidate in this whole process. You know I'm cool with being professional about all of this, but make sure you bring what you expect. You fear the disease, and so do I. Be as certain that you're not transmitting as I am. And lastly, I'm not a schoolchild. I worked for 30 years building my own business -- my own business, not someone else's. You both run things at some company with someone else's money, but I run everything with my money. I may not have a degree, but I'm doing OK for myself, and I don't need to feel like someone is talking down to me. That really is no way to start a relationship."
"I'm sorry about last week, no, I'm sorry for how Jodie spoke. She didn't intend to be rude, but you thought she did, and that's what's important here. We can work on the way we talk to you. And it would help if you didn't think you were the default candidate. We talked about this together a lot longer than we did with you, and every time we discussed it, you're the one who kept coming up. We both want you for this, and we'd definitely like you to reconsider, please. As far as being on a preventative, it never occurred to us that we should. We haven't cheated on each other, but as you point out, adding you to the mix does make us now sexually active with more than one person. We should have had enough forethought to be ready when we asked the same from you. I'm sorry, really."
There was a vulnerability to his voice and an edginess that gave me the impression this would be the last attempt to fix this before moving on. I didn't feel bad for them for that; I didn't have pity that they were terrible at communicating with others, but the twinge of desperation gave me the upper hand in this. I felt I had played my hand as far as possible to win.
"Thank you. When are you starting on a preventative? At this point, that's the only thing holding us back from moving forward.
"So you'll do it?" You could hear the relief in Steve's voice.
"Yeah, I will, but the preventative?"
"Oh yeah, we took our first doses five days ago."
"Well, I'm a go whenever you guys are. Thanks for the conversation. And one more thing, I don't drop things to be at anyone's beck and call. Give me enough notice if you are planning something, OK?"
"How about tonight?" I heard the desperation in his voice again.
"OK, I don't have anything going on; what time and where?"
We wrapped up our conversation, and I had their address and planned to meet them at 8 p.m.
A few minutes before 8, I pulled up in my Durango to a lovely house outside the city in a cookie-cutter development, the kind that gave me lots and lots of business for the spring through the fall. I was dressed well enough, in jeans that enhanced my package and a short-sleeved polo. I looked like I could have lived in the neighborhood.
"Hi," Steve extended his hand, "I'm glad you made it." He was smiling ear to ear, and Jodie was behind him in the entryway, doing her best to be gracious. I followed them to the living room.
"We have wine, or maybe you want something stronger?" Jodie said, smiling.
"A glass of white will be fine, thank you," I replied.
We sat down, and there was a nervous silence as we sipped our drinks. I asked Jodie to come sit next to me. I could tell she wasn't wearing underwear under a way-too-short dress. I slipped my middle finger into her mouth and made her suck on it a little. I pulled it out and stuck it on the outer folds of her pussy and began rubbing it around every now and then, slipping in a little, which made her moan and close her eyes in a sultry way. I rubbed gently on her firming clit and got down on my knees, and gently lapped at it with my tongue. She hiked her legs back some to expose her cunt, and you could tell she wanted more. I opened my mouth and began sucking gently on her swelling pussy. She began moaning as I started eating her out loudly. Behind me, I could hear Steve unzip his pants.
"Let's go upstairs," he whispered. I turned around and saw his cock was straining against his underwear.
He grabbed her hand to lead us up to the bedroom. I smacked it away, grabbed her hand roughly, and took the lead even though I didn't have a clue where we were going. Steve blushed. I walked us to the only room with a light and picked Jodie up, and not too hard, slammed her against a wall and let her wrap her legs around my waist. I ground into her with my prick through my jeans and started kissing her like she was a pornstar. Steve started to protest, and with my free hand, I put it over his mouth. Jodie moaned and began bucking back against me. After putting Steve in his place, I took his wife to the bed and pulled off her dress. She looked over at Steve, sitting only in his underwear, his cock straining to be free.
I took off my clothes and was sporting a pretty hefty eight. Steve and I had similar builds. He looked good, actually, the type of guy I liked to fuck. He was tight and athletic for his age. I was tough, and while I didn't have a lot of fat on my body, the 20-year age difference was noticeable. Jodie looked down at my cock and gasped. I told him to take his underwear off. He was probably three inches smaller than me and had no significant girth. He was painfully hard. I turned Jodie around and had her put her hands on the bed. I walked up from behind and put my uncut eight at her waiting snatch. I looked Steve straight in the eye as I entered his wife from behind. He stood up, his mouth wide open, and in disbelief that I was ready to penetrate her. I told him to sit down. She wailed as I passed through her slick cunt.
"Oh my god, Steve, oh my god," she moaned hoarsely. She snapped out of it for a second. So I decided I would taunt him.
"She's moaning 'cause she's never had cock this big in her, isn't she?" I looked at him as I was entirely in her.
"Isn't she?" I demanded since he didn't either hear or answer me.
"Yes," he sounded dejected.
"What did you say?" I didn't let up.
"Yes, sir," he replied, his precum forming a strand falling gently and ever so slowly to the floor.
I grabbed Jodie's hips and began throwing her a solid fuck from behind. Nothing too rough, but enough to let her know who was in charge tonight. She was gasping and panting as I gave her a fuck like she only dreamed about since dating this cuck. I had put on clean underwear for tonight, but my balls sweat a little on the way to their house. I reached down and tossed them to Steve while keeping pace.
"Here, smell these while I fuck your wife. And sit down."
Steve didn't look down. He just slowly lowered himself into the chair again. He reached to touch himself.
"You put a hand on that cock, this is over," I hissed roughly.
"Don't touch yourself, Steve," Jodie managed to get out in between pants.
You could tell Steve wasn't used to being spoken to like that and had a terrible look of frustration. But he knew to listen. He took a deep breath, gasped, and looked at his cock that bounced slightly every now and then.
I withdrew from Jodie and had her move onto her back on the bed. She instinctively lifted her legs wide in the air, and I got between her them and put my cock head at her pussy lips. She was greedy and so horny and wet that she impaled herself onto my cock. She shrieked as I passed through again.
"Fuck, that feels so good," she screamed as I began to seriously plow her cunt. I made sure that Steve would have an unforgettable view of my big cock penetrating his wife. I always liked the missionary position, and I knew that despite our age difference, I still had a solid-looking butt and a big set of balls. Steve would have a prime view of me nailing his wife and watching my muscular ass drive deep into her making her toss and turn and groan like this was the best fuck of her life so far. It might have been.
"Do you like this big cock in you more than his?" I asked.
"Mmmmm," Jodie answered back.
"That's not what I asked you. Is this the best cock you've ever had?" I asked tersely.
"Mmmm, yes," she panted back.
After plowing Jodie for a good ten minutes, making her curse and scream, I knew I was getting ready to blow. She beat me to it. She grabbed my back with her fingernails and let out a long, sustained moan. She was coming and screaming, and I could feel her tighten up a little bit around me as she had a long orgasm. While it didn't stop me, I did tell them I was about to come.
"Where do you want this load?" I asked, panting and staying on the edge until I got an answer.
"Pull out," Steve said while his wife screamed, "In me."
I listened to the wife and blew an intense hetero nut deep into his wife. She screamed again.
I withdrew and looked over at Steve, who had gotten out of his chair and was a few feet from the bed. He had a look of shock and disgust as I pulled my firm member from his wife's messed-up snatch. I looked at the floor right at the edge of the bed and saw piles of semen that he had shot as I was breeding his wife.
"Did you touch yourself?" I asked him coarsely.
He shook his head, still in disbelief that his wife had another man's seed in her now.
"Good, get down on your knees and clean me up," I ordered him.
His flaccid member started to come to life, and he sunk to his knees and tentatively put his mouth on my cock. I grabbed the back of his head and shoved into him, gagging him in the process. He was pissed but knew what he needed to do, and his cock was growing as mine was going down. Obediently, he slurped, sucked, and cleaned my manhood up.
"Get the stuff that dripped onto my balls, too," I told him. He moved to my balls and began stroking his cock. I had done what I was supposed to tonight and allowed him. His wife was ass up on the bed looking down on her husband, giving oral sex to another man, and I could see her tug at her clit and rub it roughly every now and then.
Without asking, Steve took my cock into his mouth again and began jerking on his cock furiously. Jodie, on the bed, was mesmerized by what she was witnessing and was steadily working her pussy with her fingers. Both were moaning, and it was Steve who got off first. He sucked on me hard, and I could feel little shots of semen hitting my feet. Jodie, seeing this, began to moan loudly and then let out a long shriek of pleasure and climaxed again.
"Steve, get up there and eat my come from her pussy. Every fucking drop. Jodie, stay right there the way you are," I ordered both of them.
I knew we had a small window of one more orgasm for them both if he started right away. I sat down in the chair and watched as they writhed around on the bed, Steve trying to get every drop of my come down his throat and his wife in ecstasy as her husband ate her out viciously. Within a few minutes, both were coming and screaming, yet one more time.
I got out of the chair and went over to the bed. Both Steve and his wife were gasping for air and still trembling from their last orgasms.
"I need another drink. Go get me one," I said bluntly.
Jodie began to get up, "No, him," I said.
Red-faced Steve got off the bed. He reached for his shorts and shirt, "I didn't ask you to get dressed; go get me a drink."
He was pissed being spoken to that way, but he dropped the clothes and went downstairs and got us both another scotch.
I went over to the chair and started getting my underwear. My job here was done. It was time for them both to analyze what they just participated in. I began dressing.
"I'd like to see you fuck Steve," Jodie said, standing naked and holding the bedpost.
I glanced over as I began buttoning my shirt. Steve was beyond embarrassed. He was humiliated. She stood there defiantly.
"Not tonight," I said as I finished dressing.
"First, you two need to talk tonight out with each other. Then when you're really ready, and I mean Steve doesn't blush when you say that again, I'll come back and plow his tight ass."
Steve blushed again, but he had a glint in his eyes.
I thanked them for the evening and headed home for the night. About halfway through the drive I heard my phone beep with a text message:
"Thanks for tonight! I promise I won't blush when she asks you again!"