The Cheating Spouses Support Society
Mary Not Wollstonecraft
Bookapy User License
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please go to Bookapy.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
The Cheating Spouses Support Society
Embracing Healing and Empowerment in Cuckoldry
An Interracial Cuckold Tale
Mary Not Wollstonecraft
© Copyright 2024 by Mary Not Wollstonecraft
NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
The Cheating Spouses Support Group
Sometimes, the spouse of a cheating wife or husband, commonly called Cuckqueans and Cuckolds, becomes addicted to their significant other’s elicit wanderings. As powerful as cocaine, hearing or seeing their wife or husband doing the deed with others keeps them encouraging the bad behavior.
The destructive nature of this addiction often shatters the victim’s self-confidence, cripples their ability to perform, and limits their sexual satisfaction to masturbation while listening to or observing their partner’s dalliances.
Some of these deprived, abused souls cope by sharing their stories with others who suffer in silence as they do. Meeting in secret with like-minded and cursed individuals monthly, they pour out the previous month’s events.
Let’s listen in on their pathetic stories, shall we?
****
Hello, my name is Dan, and my wife plays around.
So, this started a month ago. Well, as far as I know, Sandy’s first-time cheating was a month ago.
Hell, it wasn’t a relationship. It was a fling. Sandy told me she cheated on me after getting back from the business trip she’d just returned from. Sandy hadn’t been home for five minutes and she launched into what happened to her. First of all, Sandy stressed how handsome this man was. A broad-chested, muscled-up man with this enormous bulge in his pants.
Letting out a giggle, she said, “So much more of a bulge than you. I think my Dan has a stiffy, doesn’t he?”
I only bobbed my head and crossed my legs to hide it. This, of course, made her laugh harder.
She said she’d been curious about the stories a friend told her about the black men she’d had sex with.
“Let me tell you, Danny boy, she was right,” Sandy said.
I didn’t get angry. I didn’t yell at her.
“Tell me about it,” I said. The words slipped from my mouth without thought, and my rock-hard cock demanded some attention. But I resisted touching myself. This was no small task either.
“Well, dear, we met on the plane home. And had a few drinks at the airport bar. But I wasn’t drunk. This drop-dead gorgeous man kept whispering dirty stuff in my ear and touching me. Kissing me. He wasted no time getting his hands between my legs and sliding up to my holy of holies.”
She shifted her legs, sitting across from me, where I could see she was wearing no panties. Her pussy was gapped open, and a dribble of something whiteish leaked from there soling the back of her skit and chair benth.
“Things went well between us. He was aggressive, I was receptive, and things happened naturally. He took me to a motel not far from the airport. We didn’t bother with exchanging names, it was a one-time thing. Names weren’t necessary for us. Once we were in the room, we stripped naked and down and dirty.”
At that point, she pulled her skirt up over her hips and pointed to her cunt.
“Danny, would you like to clean me out while I tell you about fucking him?”
I had no desire to eat her out with his creampie leaking out of her. Despite that, I unzipped my pants, pulled them off, got between her legs, and started lapping up this other man’s spunk.
“The room was dim, lit only by the light from the bathroom. The air was thick with our lust and my perfume. He shoved that stunning rod between my lips, to the back of my mouth, and into my throat.”
As she spoke, she thrust her hips against me, her hand on the back of my head, holding me tight to her soaked cuny.
“He treated me with such a fierceness, something you’d never do. Never had I been so fucking turned on. This handsome, dark stranger rammed himself into my throat, making violent, fiery love to my face. A lovely wonton savage using me, wanting me, possessing me.”
“The brute threw me on the bed, and his hands roamed over her body like he owned me. Which, in that room, at that moment, I was his property. Body, mind, and soul belonged to him. I moaned in anticipation, arching her back to grant him access to my breasts.”
All the time, Sandy dug her fingernails into my scalp and pulled my hair. Thick gushes spurted into my mouth, his and her thick, salty mixture. My lips and chin were covered with their nasty jizz.
“The black knight moved between my legs, and his tongue outlined my clit. He circled my tight hole, which begged for penetration. When he shoved that fat, long tongue inside me, I gasped at the intrusion and bucked against him. He growled low in his throat, pleased with my wetness and eager anticipation.”
At that point, I lost a load into my handkerchief.
“‘Fuck me,’ I demanded, my voice ragged and raw. Oh, good Lord, he obliged, moving up to my lips. We kissed as he buried himself to the hilt in one forceful thrust that made us both gasp.”
I couldn’t believe how turned she made me. My dick didn’t deflate, and I kept on jacking off and eating the thick, nasty cum from her.
“My nails dug into his shoulders. I’m quite certain I drew blood. That magnificent bull started a slow, deep rhythm, making me squirm under him. His hips slapped against mine in perfect synchronized with our heavy breathing.”
“The mattress squeaked and creamed in protest while his thickness stretched and stretched me so completely. With every powerful stroke inside my tight pussy, I lost more control — moaning as uncontrollably waves of pleasure engulfed my body. You have no idea how this nameless man fucking makes me feel and useless I realize you are.”
The insult stung and thrilled me. I wondered what in the name of God was wrong with me.
“My pussy clenched him milking his donkey dork despite the incredible girth of the monster. Our flesh slapped together wet, nasty, primal, and demanding. While our need for each other was tangible in every sense. Our bodies moved in an erotic urgency, leaving no room for shame or regret. All we had was raw, wanton desire consumed in fires of necessity. I’d cum many times, but at last, he shot his hot seed deep inside me. We fucked two more times, then I came home to you, my sweet, boring husband.”
Several times through the month, Sandy went out and fucked other men, telling me about it when she got home and allowing me to masturbate. Honestly, I don’t know how to take this.
****
Well, Dan left the stage, and another fellow took his place at the podium. Let’s hear Thomas’s tale of humiliation and how it makes him happy or horny or whatever.
****
Hi, I’m Thomas, and I, too, am a cuckold addict.
I guess I have a woeful tale of stimulation to share with you. Most people call me Tom, but my wife and her lover use the nickname of Tommy for me. It’s a teasing pet name used as a playful putdown for my immaturity and inadequacies. See, Susan and I were married the week after we graduated high school.
No, we didn’t have to get married but wanted to, so we eloped. This didn’t please either of our parents, and mine cut me off and told me they wouldn’t pay for trade school. I wasn’t college material, so that was off the table anyway.
Susan’s parents were equally pissed and all but disowned her. She had a scholarship at State U, so we moved to the city. Anyway, I went to work on the loading dock of a local manufacturing company. My boss was a black man, the company owner, and he seemed like a nice guy.
It turned out that Susan wasn’t ready for college, so she dropped out after a few weeks. She hated college but lost all the perks of her free ride when she left, including our rent-free housing.
One day I was bitching about having to live in a ratty apartment and about not having enough money. My boss called me into his office to discuss an opening he had for an executive assistant.
“I wouldn’t do very good at that, Mr. Daniels.”
“Call me boss or Jabari. My dad would be pissed if he caught me making people call me by his name.” He laughed, and I joined in the chuckle.
“Seriously,” he said, “I didn’t mean you. I was thinking about your wife.”
How seriously he thought about my wife didn’t become apparent for a while.
“It won’t be much pay at first but has much potential, down the road, for high earnings.”
“I’ll mention it, Susan, tonight.”
“Here,” he said, pulling a paper from a drawer and handing it to me. “Have Susan fill this application out and bring it in tomorrow or the next day.”
“Sure,” I said, grateful for a chance to get our heads above water.
“Listen, son, I can all but guarantee she’ll get the job. These other applicants are all dogs in every sense of the word. Did you see the last one, the girl that passed you on your way in here?”
“Yes, sir, I did.”