Cuckolded by my son’s coach, part 3 [cuckold][mmf]

Excerpt from my latest, which is out now [here](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071Y3XXZN)

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“Fuck, you look good,” I said to her as I watched her pull her dress up.

“Think he’ll like it?” My wife asked me, a little nervously.

“Yes,” I said emphatically… feeling a little bit humiliated that I was giving my wife advice on the best outfit to wear for another man.

We got into the car and did the standard drive to Derek’s place. It was in one of the nicer areas of our town—he had managed his finances well while he was a professional athlete himself. We pulled up to his big house (it must have been twice as big as our place), and my wife strutted up to the door. I watched her ass sway and jiggle as she walked… I was jealous that big black Derek would get to have her tonight.

“Cindy! Nice to see you.” The door to the big house swung open and there was Derek.

He was dressed in a bathrobe, it was soft and black. He looked incredible—jet black skin and an amazingly muscular physique. His muscles had muscles, it looked like. His thick arms bulged as he embraced my little wife, who disappeared into his big frame as he held her close. As he let go of her, I couldn’t help but marvel at how chiseled the man looked… big burly chest—the bathrobe certainly put his pecs on full display.

“Nice to see you again,” I said, extending my hand. Derek wordlessly gave me a handshake, his huge hand taking my little hand. I could feel his power as he shook me… he was the epitome of an Alpha male.

“Come on in.” He said simply, and we followed him into the beautiful main foyer of his house. I couldn’t help but notice how Derek checked my wife out, sneaking glances at her big tits or bubble butt.

“So it’s nice that you’re able to visit the town now and then!” My wife said, referring to the fact that Derek had two houses—one at the college, and one in the town.

“Yeah, it’s nice to be able to get away from it all,” Derek said, leaning back on his couch. “I certainly do like my relaxing activities.” He stared hard at my wife as he said that last part.

“I like helping you relax.” My wife said, like a total slut. I just sat there and listened to my wife basically offer herself up on a silver platter to the powerful black man.

“You’re very good at it,” Derek said, smiling at her. “In fact, I’ve been doing some thinking about this kind of thing and I have a few things I want to share.”

“Oh? What’s that?” My wife asked, curious.

“I think I want to create a bit of a dynasty. I’m not done… creating, you know? I think I’ve got great genes and seeing how your son has been able to grow, I’m positive I could help others progress to professional athletes as well.” Derek said.

“I’m not quite sure what you’re getting at.” My wife said. “That all sounds great, but I’m not sure how I can help you?”

“Well, you can both help me,” Derek said, including me in the conversation as well. “I want your total subservience before I share this plan with you… I want to know I own you completely. Both of you.” His voice got low and serious at that last part.

“You know you own me.” My wife said, blushing a little bit and biting her lower lip. “I’m your fucking slut… I’d do anything to help you.” She added.

“I mean… You have me pretty whipped.” I said to him too, my voice a little bit sheepish given what I was admitting to. “You have me locked away in chastity, you’ve basically emasculated me as a man by fucking my wife… I’m not sure how I could be more subservient.”

Derek mused on our words for a moment, then smiled at us. “Good. This is very good. Mind if I put this subservience to the test a little bit? You know, just to be sure that you can actually handle what I’m about to propose.”

“Anything you want.” My wife said.

Coach Derek looked at me “And what about you, boy? Willing to do what it takes?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied to him, feeling a surge of submission… I guess I was Coach Derek’s bitch now, along with my wife.

“Good, I want you to start by serving me on your knees.” Coach Derek said simply, standing up and letting his bathrobe drop to the floor.

I stared, my mouth agape as I looked at his perfect and beautiful black body. He was jacked everywhere, with rippling muscles and the most amazingly sculpted physique. And his cock… just… wow. What a fucking cock. It was massive and thick, veiny and black… long and it just screamed power. My wife got on her knees and couldn’t help herself… she immediately started blowing the coach right in front of me.

She started by kissing up and down his thick shaft, then lingering at the head… making out with it and licking it.

“Mmm, that’s it, get in there like a good whore,” Derek said, urging my wife on. He put his big hand on the back of her head and let inch after inch of his dark meat slide down her throat. I watched as her throat bulged from the sheer amount of cock inside her little mouth.

“Mmmff!” My wife gave a muffled moan as she coated his cock with her saliva.

“You too,” Derek said, pointing to me and motioning for me to get on my knees with my wife. I hesitated—was he serious? On one hand, this was really thrilling, to be able to get a front row seat to my wife serving the most powerful black man in town… and on the other hand, it was incredibly nerve-wracking, what if Derek wanted me to serve on my knees?

I obediently got up and kneeled down beside my wife.

Glug glug glug

The sounds of her choking down Derek’s fat black cock echoed through the room. I just silently kneeled there and watched her work his dick, expertly throat-fucking herself and cupping his heavy balls with her free hand.

“Mmm that’s a good slut, that’s what I call obedience,” Derek said, rocking his pelvis back and forth, working my wife into a rhythm. I watched as the love of my life sucked on his fat fucking cock, drooling all over it and generally making a mess of herself… being sluttier than she had ever been at any point in my life for me.

“Now it’s his turn,” Derek said simply, pulling his big dick from my wife’s mouth. I just stared up at him, thinking maybe I had misheard him. My turn? Surely he didn’t mean I was about to suck his black cock.

“Fuck, this is going to be fucking hot to watch.” My wife moaned as she looked at me hungrily, eager to see her husband’s little lips wrapped around the huge black cock of the basketball coach.

“Don’t get all day,” Derek said to me, his voice a bit snappy and booming with authority and dominance. To my shame, I obeyed him. There was something erotic about sucking black cock… tasting my wife’s mouth on another man’s massive rod. I struggled with his size, barely able to wrap my mouth around him. I sucked gently on the head, running my tongue over it and feeling a dollop of pre-cum plop on my tongue. I swallowed.

“Mmm, that’s a good boy,” Derek said. My wife rubbed her hands all over his perfectly muscular body while I, her husband, went to work sucking black cock. I bobbed up and down on it, feeling it open and stretch my throat out. I gagged on it multiple times, not quite getting used to having it work my mouth.

“And the balls too,” Derek commanded. I looked at my wife, whose eyes were filled with lust and encouragement.

“You should do it. Fuck, I want to watch.” Cindy moaned. I noticed she had her dress hiked up and had her hand buried down between her legs—she was getting off watching her husband get emasculated and humiliated.

“Okay…” I said, a little unsure. Derek took my timidness for me needing further encouragement, and next thing I knew his big balls were shoved in my face. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes… and I started sucking. Sucking his balls felt humiliating and also erotic. They were fucking huge… one ball barely fit into my little mouth. I suckled at them noisily, making slurping noises that echoed in the room. I could feel Derek’s eyes on me, and I could feel his shit-eating grin as he took away more and more of my masculinity. Soon I heard my wife joining me in serving our big black master… she wrapped her lips around his fat shaft and started sucking him off while I worked his big balls.

“that’s the kind of teamwork I like to see. Good work… mmm….” The coach gave a low rumble of appreciation while me and my wife worked his cock as a couple. At one point we switched places, and I was back to tasting my wife’s saliva off the black man’s fat cock while my wife suckled at his big balls.

“How’s that for subservience?” My wife asked the coach with a smile between mouthfuls of his big balls.

“I’m very satisfied.” He said to us simply, enjoying a few more minutes of cock-worship from us. We got really nasty… coating him in our saliva and not being shy about showing our devotion to his massive black cock—pushing ourselves to deep throat as much as we could and ensuring our black master got the most pleasure possible.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for now,” Derek said. Me and my wife gasped as he pulled his cock away from us. There were popping noises as our lips left his shaft and balls… and lines of drool from the tip of Derek’s cock to our mouths. We really had gotten sloppy. “Go sit,” Derek ordered us.

We did, and he began elaborating on his plans.

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One comment on “Cuckolded by my son’s coach, part 3 [cuckold][mmf]

  1. hi, I enjoyed this. One small point, the first lines make it seem like she is taking her dress off, instead of putting it on. Also, I’d play up the mix of shame and arousal when the narr goes down on the bull. What is physically taking place inside of him? Nice work describing the bull, I’d fuck him! ~BC.

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