A Different Kind of Cuckold Story by belted and teased,
Jeremiah and Donna met “on the job.” He was a cop; she was a nurse. As so often happens for public servants, they encountered each other frequently at work. They also each understood shift work and being called in on your day off due to emergencies, so they had patience with each other in that regard.
Jeremiah had been a patrolman working a shooting, which kept him late after his shift had technically ended. Waiting at the hospital to get info from a victim, he was chatting with nurse Donna, who was also kept late by the same event. They managed to break away at the same time, and he offered to buy her breakfast. He had always been attracted to her but was really only expecting some companionship with a friend.
He had been very, very wrong. He had misread Donna completely. She was easily a ten, so he had assumed she was in a relationship, or several, and that he had no shot. So he was certainly surprised when they ended up back at her apartment, their uniforms strewn across her bedroom floor because they had been frantic in their need for each other.
It had been the ridiculous age-old story. The prettiest girls get asked out the least because all the guys assume they are not good enough. Added to lengthy, unpredictable shifts, it meant Donna had been celibate for quite some time. She had a highly active libido, and she had had her eye on the young cop for quite some time.
Jeremiah was thrilled to be ravaged.
Their relationship grew well beyond sex. They spent all of their off duty time together that they could. They found they had much more than sexual desire in common… a love of nature, reading, exercise, and so much more.
Jeremiah became increasingly enamored with Donna’s intellect and her vivacious nature. She challenged him and made him see hope in the world when his job showed him darkness.
Donna was comforted and excited by Jeremiah’s stoicism. It was a practice and personality trait that helped him help others. In the most intense, dangerous or difficult situations, he remained calm. He analyzed the circumstances and found solutions. He brought that to their personal life, which made things easier. She loved it.
Within a year, they married. In the following ten years they traveled and shared many experiences, growing closer. They were able to finish each other’s sentences and knew just what the other needed for gifts. They seemed perfectly compatible. Jeremiah loved that Donna was so adventurous in bed… it seemed every time was like their first, and he loved going down on her.
Before they knew it, they were celebrating their tenth anniversary. During that decade Jeremiah had progressed within his department and had become a successful detective. Donna had left the ER for a supervisory job in a private practice, which meant more money, a regular day shift schedule, and more stability. Things were good.
One Saturday Jeremiah had been scheduled to work. When he got to work, he found that two detectives who had previously put in for time off had canceled their time off and come to work, making the unit top heavy for the day. There did not appear to be anything big happening, so he decided to take off himself. He could take advantage of a rare free weekend, go home and surprise Donna and maybe even jump in the RV and head to the mountains.
He arrived at their suburban home, parking in the garage. He walked into the kitchen from the garage, then to the living room. No Donna. She must be napping. He could not blame her, she worked hard; and maybe a nap would be nice before packing up and heading out.
Jeremiah was beyond quiet as he entered. It was not intentional, but habit. Years of creeping up on alarm calls, sneaking up on suspects, and entering buildings without being detected… it was a habit to be stealthy.
So, it was only normal for him to make his way upstairs and to the doorway of the master bedroom undetected.
He stood there quietly, taking in the scene before him. Donna lay on her back on their bed, her head on the pillows. She could not see him standing in the doorway because there was a man between her thighs in the missionary position, driving his manhood into her, blocking her view. The naked man seemed to be in his twenties, well built, and from what Jeremiah could tell, was sporting a sizable dick. Facing the headboard, and Jeremiah’s wife, he did not notice his audience either.
Jeremiah calmly retrieved his cell phone from his pants pocket, turned on the video camera, and sat it on the bureau next to the door to record his wife’s infidelity. He had not decided what he would do about it yet, but it would certainly be good to have evidence in case of divorce, or if this little scene went south somehow.
He watched as Donna’s body tensed up, she placed her hands on the man’s back, and began thrusting against his cock, digging her fingernails into his flesh for purchase as she screamed out in orgasmic release. It seemed to go on forever, she just kept cumming and crying out. The guy didn’t seem even close to joining her yet. Damn. Jeremiah was impressed by the bastard’s stamina.
He could not help it. His own phallus tented his trousers in erection.
There were long, crimson scratches down the guy’s back now. Donna had done that to him once… only once. He had liked it. Not because he craved pain, but because it was shown she had lost control in her ecstasy. He wondered whether that had been true or not now.
Donna came down from her orgasms, but the guy just kept going, slowing his pace, using long, slow strokes… waiting for her to be ready again. The man leaned down, kissing her, then suckling the perfectly shaped breasts that Jeremiah loved so much. She squealed, “Oh, damnit David… you are so fucking good… thank you! Gimme more!”
David. Now he had a name for the fucking machine using his wife.
Jeremiah was amazed as over the next several minutes “David” drove his wife through several more violent orgasms. This guy was an animal.
As he watched, he contemplated and analyzed. He had been betrayed in the worst conceivable way but the person he trusted most in the world. At the same time, he had to be honest with himself. He could never give Donna THIS. His dick was not small by any means, but it could not compare to the ball bat this guy was swinging. And stamina. He would have cum long ago… this guy just kept going and going… how in the hell did he do that?? The thought reminded him of how good Donna’s tight, warm womanhood felt… how was this guy lasting so long feeling her? At the thought of Donna’s sex on his own, his cock throbbed involuntarily, leaving a wet spot on his trousers. He resisted the impulse to adjust his tumescence, afraid he might set himself off and really make a mess. How could this arouse him?
He watched as the couple changed positions. Donna got on all fours and Jeremiah observed the horse cock unsheathed as David moved behind her and reentered her. They were facing the door now. Jeremiah considered how “in the zone” they must be, because neither of them noticed him, standing several feet away right in front of them. Donna had her eyes closed, and David was focused only on her incredible ass while he slowly impaled her on his shaft again. She groaned in pleasure at being filled so fully.