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ROBs POST A Cuckold Story part 2

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As in the first segment this is a story. It is not that the events did not happen. Many of them did happen. It’s just that they didn’t happen in this way. I have changed the names and some details so as to protect the privacy of others. There was indeed a post. The post was put up by me and it was put up for a bull who wanted to meet my wife. The post did allude to the fact that I was working to find a woman for an ex husband (now turned full time bull). I hope you like it.

Part one (The Introduction) can be found here. https://www.swinglifestyle.com/erotic_stories/mystories/ROBs-POST--Introduction--A-Cuckold-Story/Storyid_200390/readstory.htm

ROB’s POST part 2 Billy’s Unannounced Visit

During the weeks following the party not much changed in me. I was a mess. Billy’s antics were tearing me apart inside. I had to bury my feelings when I was around others. My emotions were raw. They were also huge. I don’t remember feeling things like this before, not at this level. I felt tortured inside, always wanting to hold on to the agony.

My memory of that event hooked into me with a force I had no idea how to process. This seemed so different, and yet, it felt so desperately needed. I needed this inside my body. Somewhere deep within my mind and body and emotions I was holding Billy close to me and I hated him at the same time.

It was a mental tug-of-war that never let go. It was a relentless tugging. I sort of wanted to finish whatever Billy started. I wanted it over and done with. And in the next second, I wanted to cherish what he did to me. Keep it. It was mine and I wanted it. But how could I ever want another man’s piss?

Odd things started happening to me. I first spotted it one day when I came home from work at mid-day. Jan was still at work and I was home alone. Jan had a high powered job. She was in charge of the business and she had to deal with several tough men all day long. She had to be extremely assertive in dealing with day to day operations. She worked hard and had to be on top of her game every day.

I first met her at her job. A friend of mine worked for her driving trucks. He introduced me to her. The second I saw Jan I was attracted to her. She was everything I wasn’t. I fell for her and began hanging around her business as often as I could. Effortlessly, Jan started prompting me to do things for her. Simple things like move a box from here to there. Sometimes for no reason, just to see if I would do it for her. I loved doing things that made her happy. I guess I am task-oriented. I judge my self worth in terms of what I do instead of who I am. That’s fine with me, especially where Jan was concerned.

I eventually came to work for her because she kept asking me to, she needed me.

From the beginning of our life together we shared in all the domestic chores. I liked helping out around the house. It seemed to make her life better. She liked it when I worked on the house, fixing things and taking care of basic maintenance. She bought me a riding lawn mower for father’s day but never let me use it. She found she liked mowing the lawn a lot. So she would often mow the lawn as I stayed in the house doing the dishes.

In addition, I always got home from work long before she did and she sort of developed a habit of giving me the shopping list of things we needed for dinner. I did all the grocery shopping and would come home to prepare our dinner. Before I knew it, I was the one who did the shopping, cooking, serve her dinner, pick up her dishes, do the dishes, wash and dry her laundry, clean the house, wash the floors, all of it. I was doing all of the tasks usually done by a wife.

Maybe I was submissive after all. Maybe Billy was right. I hated that thought and I loved it at the same time.

Even more odd, came the realization that I was always thinking of Billy’s actions at the party whenever Jan and I were making love in bed. He was better than Viagra. The feelings in me, when I recalled how I held his cock as he pissed, how he wrapped my fingers around his shaft, the warmth his piss made his cock feel, and, my kissing his cock for him, those memories were intensely stimulating. I could relentlessly dwell on him for hours and hours and want more time to dwell some more. It never stopped running through my mind.

One evening, weeks after he did all that, I was cradling the anxiety by rocking back and forth as I sat on a stool in my garage. I was asking myself, ‘What the hell is it about Billy?’ I needed to know what made him so different from my other friends who are a lot like him?

Any one of my other friends could have done the same thing to me. No one ever did, but they were definitely capable of doing things like Billy. After a long and painful consideration it finally hit me.

It wasn’t his piss going into my body that hooked me. It wasn’t so much ‘WHAT’ he did, as much as it was, ‘HOW’ he did it. He took me. He controlled me. I didn’t push him away. I am the one who gave in. I surrendered. I am the one who submitted to him. It must be my fault this happened to me.

For a moment it felt like Billy knew more about me than I knew. He had some kind of man insight that I did not share. Am I a half a man?

More and more and more insight was flooding into me at an alarming rate. It was an awakening that I wasn’t ready for; but apparently, Billy was ready. He was more than ready. Hell, he was already on center stage.

I loved being home alone so I could let my thoughts run free. I no longer had to contain them or deny them the right to live in me. I loved my secret thoughts. One day I was home early from work and started cleaning the house. I was daydreaming of all the role reversals Jan had established over the years we were together. She had taken all the power roles. I have a masters degree, but she was the breadwinner. She held all the money. She paid all the bills and made all our life decisions. I, like a servant, always did what she told me to do. I am a follower, not a leader.

That’s when I heard the car door shut. Jan was home and I hated having to put my thoughts away. But I had to. Rather than come into the house, she rang the doorbell. That meant she was carrying something and wanted me to open the door for her. I sprinted to the door and when I opened it, Billy nudged me to the side and stepped in unannounced.

“Hey.” he greeted me with his usual straight face and seemingly void of emotions.

My entire body and mind exploded with emotions. Everything came crashing in on me the second I saw his face. My eyes squinted as I tried to contain my reaction to him. Within a few seconds, I felt my blood rushing through every vein in me. Fear engulfed me on every side. So too did the adrenaline rush which piqued my attention.

“Hi Billy.” My voice cracked and it was obvious, I was excited to see him.

“Where’s Jan?” he asked as he scrolled through some text messages.

“She’s not home. Why are you here?” My voice was quivering hard now and I could feel sweat begin to moisten my entire body.

“Oh. That’s too bad. I was just on my way home from New York and driving through the area, I decided I would drop in and see if she wanted to fuck.”

Billy said it with absolute matter-of-fact intentions. Like this kind of talk was an everyday habit. He wasn’t trying to shock me. He could have cared less about my reaction. His texting was more important to him.

As I stood silent and trying to process his reason for stopping in, he turned and said, “I have to use your bathroom.” My bathroom is downstairs. Jan has her own bathroom and she doesn’t like anyone using it. Whenever people came to visit, the women could use her bathroom. But the males had to go downstairs. Billy knew this about her. Not caring, he marched right for Jan’s bathroom. I tried to move in front of him and ask him to please use the downstairs bathroom when he stopped directly in front of me and said, “I have to piss.”

I dropped my eyes down, but not before seeing the smirk on his face. I waived him into Jan’s bathroom. I tried to step aside so Billy could pass by, but he moved his big body and trapped me. As he stepped in, I was forced to walk backwards. All the way in to the far side of the toilet. He stood before the toilet and unbuckled his pants. His zipper was already down so his pants sort of fell open and his ass cheeks held his pants from falling further. Without having to hold his cock in place, (like I have to when I stand and piss), Billy’s cock unloaded a bladder full of piss as I watched.

“Excited?” he asked me as he looked down at the bulge in my pants. I had instantly grown rock hard. No effort at all. I didn’t even have a desire. My dick just got hard all by itself.

When he finished pissing, Billy moved me over to sit on the toilet bowl. He tapped the tip of his cock on my lips and said, “I wanted Jan to suck my cock. Too bad for you. Now you’ll have to take it.” With that he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to his cock.

Now my fears rose to levels I can’t define. Jan would be home any second. I did not want her to see me doing this. It would ruin my marriage. I had to make a quick decision. I didn’t want a confrontation with Billy. So I opened my mouth and slid the head of his cock into me. There was no resistance. His cock began to inflate and I have to say, I don’t think anyone I know has a cock and body more perfect. He was huge and thick. Twice my size.

I guess I wasn’t going down deep enough, because Billy shoved it in and started bobbing my head with rapid thrusts. He was fucking my mouth. In less than one minute he had risen to his full length. He pushed my head off his cock and said, “I’ll take it from here.”

I watched as Billy started stroking his cock just a few inches from my face. He reached over to grab the glass Jan uses when she rinses her mouth and told me to hold it under the head of his cock. It took him forever to cum off. He stroked vigorously and with hard strokes. I was begging him to cum off just watching him.

“Please? Billy? Cum off for me.” I wanted him to cum off so he could get out before Jan got back. I knew if she walked into the house right then, Billy would never be able to stop. Even if he could stop, he probably won’t. He has no shame.

I sat there, helpless and in shame that I timidly held a glass under a man’s cock so he could cum off in it.

“Catch it.” he said. He wanted me to catch his cum in Jan’s glass. How could I explain the glass not being where she wants it when she gets home or spots it missing? I knew after he was done using her glass I would be the one who had to clean his cum. With her glass not there she would know I was in the bathroom.

As Billy’s leg muscles tighten and his abs flexed in preparation for his orgasm, his ass cheeks released his pants and they fell to his knees. His cum began to gush in large, thick and furious amounts. One of his cum shots is more than my full orgasm. How could any man cum off so much? I was shocked.

I lost count of his cum shots, but assumed it was at least five or six full portions before they slowed. I looked in the glass and couldn’t believe how lucky this guy was to have such a huge orgasm. His cum was oozing out as his cock started to soften. Every time he squeezed his cock muscles more would come out. I held the glass with reverence and admiration. I never felt Billy’s hand reaching down and taking hold my left hand. He grabbed my wedding ring and I looked up at him to see what he was doing. Billy took the ring off my finger and, with evil lust on his face, he glared into my eyes and dropped my ring into his cum.

I could not believe what I just saw and felt in that moment. My ring instantly sunk to the bottom of the glass as my dignity sunk deeper than hell’s foundation. Jan loved my wedding ring, and she insisted I wear it all day and everyday. It was her sign that I belong to her and no one else can have me. I was “her” property. Now, looking in disbelief, there was no other answer except I am now the property of Billy. He too owns me. My ring would forever be a reminder of him and this moment.

“Drink it.” he instructed. I couldn’t move. I was in shock. Fear was gripping now and my mind could no longer think. “Now.” Billy said with much more determination.

“ I don’t have all day.” he said angrily.

So I started taking small sips. Billy was patient because there was a lot of cum to drink. My eyes stayed focused on my ring as it slid around like it was swimming in his cum. Billy took the glass and dumped all of his remaining cum, along with my ring, into my mouth. He said, “Swallow it. All of it.” And he watched as I started to resist swallowing my ring.

He slowly turned his phone to show me the pic of me drinking his cum with the ring inside the glass. It was crystal clear. The background was clear evidence he was in Jan’s bathroom. If she ever sees that pic she will be beyond angry at me and I would pay dearly for allowing another man in there.

Crying, I swallowed my ring and felt it slide into my body. Billy shook the remaining drops of cum out of the glass and sprayed it on my face. He pulled his pants up and pulled his shirt down over his belt. As he walked out of the house, Billy stopped and said, “I guess she got what she wanted.” And he tapped me twice on my cheek. “Be sure to tell her I was here and was hoping to fuck her today.”

I was crying out of control and Billy said, “Don’t worry. You’ll get it back. I’m sure you will figure it out. Let me know when you find it.” As casual as a Sunday walk in the park, he got into his car and backed out of the driveway.

The nerve of that mother fucker. I ran to the bathroom and quickly rinsed his cum out of her glass and dried it. I put it back in its place and made sure there was no sign that we had been there. I wiped his cum spots off my face and tried to pull my emotions back in check. I wanted to sob. I wanted to crawl on the floor and find a corner to hide in.

My mind raced around trying to find an explanation as to why I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring. I tried to think of ways to hide my hand. Then the most horrifying thought of all crashed into my thoughts; How do I get it back?

I would have to search my body waste. How gross. Maybe I should stick my finger down my throat and try to vomit it out. I ran to my bathroom and stuck my finger down my throat but I only gagged and couldn’t vomit. I could still taste Billy’s cum lingering on my tongue and my throat.

I quickly made sure I had some latex examination gloves and I put a few pairs in my pocket. Those would have to go with me wherever I go. Just in case I had to move my bowels at work.

This whole thing with Billy was getting out of control now. He had me so trapped. If he gets angry at me, if I piss him off or refuse anything he wants me to do, he will show Jan those pics. I know he will.

Jan arrived home shortly after I pulled myself back together. She was still fired up over work issues and I could feel her stress from the other room. I greeted her, hoping she would not sense my feelings of dread. She went to her desk and worked on something as I got our dinner ready.

It always amazed me how trauma can be so invisible. She couldn’t see what I had just done. It felt so exposed. Yet, she could not see it. No one could see I was being tortured; sexually, but not sexually.

I didn’t have much of an appetite that night, but I knew I had to force myself to eat as much as possible so I could go to the bathroom. I certainly wasn’t thrilled about running my fingers through my body waste. But I had to do that. I’m sure what I had to do was on Billy’s mind.

I wasn’t even sure how long does it usually take for a ring to pass through a human body and be deposited in its waste? I searched on line for an answer, but couldn’t find anything definitive.

Nothing came out that night. The next morning I started drinking a lot of coffee. I drank more coffee at work and kept hoping. But nothing was ready to move. I never paid attention to how often I usually go to the bathroom. I found myself wondering if it was days between going? I had no idea. Now, it was the only thing on my mind.

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