Chucky  (Cuckold, mild Fdom, cheat) by BRob.


I've been married for almost 15 years.   My husband has done very well, to the point where I haven't had to work.  I do have an advanced degree in economics, but found that raising our daughter and doing volunteer work has kept me busy.  I'm active with several charitable foundations, keeping my feet wet, so to speak.
 
When I met Charles, my husband, I was dating someone else.  It was in college at Rutgers .  He was an incoming freshman and the brother of my roommate when I was starting my Junior year.
 
He moved into the 3rd bedroom in our house.  He was a bit of a pain to have around, but it did lower my rent and  he is a pretty handy guy!    He was forever asking me for a date, to which I would respond "in your dreams."    We both knew my boyfriend would just kill him if he had any idea this freshman was coming on to me.  
 
I was careful not to encourage him, but at the same time, was flattered I guess.   I caught him looking at me constantly and honestly didn't mind.  I've never been overly confident about my body, so the attention was somewhat welcome.   
 
One night we'd been out at a party.  It was sort of lame, but we'd had a few drinks.  I dragged my boyfriend out in the backyard and gave him one of my famous blowjobs.  Anyway, he came very quickly.  Which was sort of my plan, a self-serving plan actually.  My boyfriend, while being a bit of a jock would only last a few minutes his first go-around and I was in the mood for some good sex.
 
So I'd gotten in the habit of getting him off once earlier in the evening, knowing he would last a bit longer next time around, giving me time to enjoy myself.
 
Now that I think about it, I'd better explain something.  My blowjobs aren't really famous.  I've never had any complaints mind you, but it's not like everyone knew I was gave the best blowjobs on campus.  I think in my mind I sort of thought this might be the case though.
 
Where was I,  Oh yes.  That night.  Well, after out little trip out back he runs into one of his buddies, and they make plans to head out for some club with the boys.  What a jerk.  
 
I went home alone that night.  I found Chuck up at our house watching TV.   The living room was dark, he jumped when I stepped in.  Just startled him I supposed.  I wasn't really paying attention, I was pretty much pissed off and ranting I think, about my boyfriend.  
 
At some point I looked to the TV, it was that scene in 9 ½ weeks where the water is pouring down over them.  Hot hot hot.  Then it hits me, Chucky was sitting here in the dark masturbating!  What a gas.  I told him I was going to come watch with him, but I wanted to go change.
 
In my room I changed into this super comfy set of pajamas, they were very loose shorts and a top that barely came down over my belly.  They showed a little more than would be considered modest, but it was a warm night, and I was still feeling frisky.  Besides, little Chucky had been beating his meat!  I was still laughing to myself about it.  
 
I guess I should explain, I'm no little waifish girl or anything.  I'm 5'7"and 140#.  I'm not really fat, but I'm not skinny either.  Oh, and my breasts are large and soft.  They are one of my best assets, when I can control them that is.  
 
In fact, these pajamas I had chosen, did nothing to control my breasts.  I can remember this as if it were yesterday, I leaned over in front of the mirror, to see the effect.  My breasts would swing out like big heavy pendulums, my top going with it.  
 
Now I had never considered Charles to be anything more than a reasonably nice guy that lived here.  Someone to be tolerated.  But, looking back, I guess my boyfriend had pissed me off, besides I had been looking forward to a night of sex and it was looking as if I was going to be doing without.
 
I walked back in to find him still watching the TV.  This movie was one of my favorites.  I guess I'm dating myself with that, but it was the hottest thing out, maybe ever!  
 
I looked over at Chucky - I'd taken to calling him that - as must to rile him as anything.  I was wondering to myself if he had his cock out under that blanket?  I grabbed a beer, getting Chucky one too.  As I leaned over to hand him his, I watched his eyes as they followed my breasts.  I had to smile.  He looked at me andknew he had been caught, but I was smiling.  
 
"I thought you were staying over at Rod's tonite"
 
Yeah, me too.  He's a jerk.  Out with the boys."
 
I had left my beer on the coffee table.  Every time I took a drink it required me to lean forward, I was enjoying this, teasing little Chucky.

We watched in silence.  Though much of the time I could feel him watching me.  I had a blanket myself and had been frigging myself for most of the movie.  To say I was in a state was putting it mildly.  
 
"That movie is so hot" I said.  I was wanting something to happen here, but not sure what, or how to go about it.
 
"Don't you think so?"  I added.  He mumbled some response, but nothing I could use.
 
"Charles, I'm just going to come out and say it."            I had his attention now.
 
"Tonight started out pretty crappy.  I gave Rod one of the best blowjobs I've even given, and he turns around and goes out with his friends."    I was on a roll.    "Then I get home to find you masturbating under a blanket watching TV."  
 
At this he begins to protest, probably about to tell me how wrong I was.  I cut him off.
 
"Then I go change and practically swing my tits out in front of your face.  We watch the end of this movie that has me ready to go hump the dog, and there you are still with your blanket over you wacking off!"
 
With that I pulled the blanket off of him.  His hand was in his shorts, he pulls it out with a "wha...."  
 
"Stand up" I tell him.
 
He just looks at me.
 
"Stand the fuck up and come over here."  He does as I tell him to.  
 
I'm sitting on the edge of the couch, I grab the bottom of his shorts and yank them down all the way.  
 
He has underwear on, but his cock and balls are out, the waistband pushed underneath so his balls are up and out.  His shorts are around his ankles.
 
I can't help but begin to laugh.  He has the smallest cock I've ever seen!  I'm sure there are smaller, but I've never seen one.  Its fully hard and sticking straight out.  It's maybe 4" long, and skinny.  
 
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?"  I'm yelling now, and I slap him.  No that's not quite right.  I slapped his cock.  Hard!  
 
"Stroke it"  I tell him, and when he doesn't react, I slap him again.  I really don't know what's gotten into me.  What a weird night.
 
Then he's got his hand on it.  A thumb and two fingers actually, can you believe it?  And he's stroking it.
 
I leaned back on the couch and pulled up my top.  My tits come into view and I push them together while I watch him.  This isn't me, I must be possessed I tell myself.  
 
I grab my big brown nipples, pulling on them.  I've always loved being a little rough with them.  And he begins to cum.  Can you believe it?  This little shit cums right there. One shot shoots out onto my belly, then the rest runs down over his fingers.  
 
Then I did something that once again made me question my sanity.  I stand up and thrown him down on the couch.  I outweigh this twerp by 20 pounds easily.  Of course he didn't have much chance with his shorts around  his ankles did he?.
 
I lose my shorts and jump up on the couch, legs on either side.  Then I push myself right down onto his face.  I was pressing down, smothering the poor boy.  All that, and he was a natural!  He took to eating me like I've never felt before.  
 
I'm not sure where he learned this, but boy did he know what he was doing!  When I finally came I thought I might have suffocated the poor boy.  
 
I collapsed on the couch next to him, catching my breath.  My legs were shaking.
 
"Geez Chuck, where did you learn to do that?"  He just looked at me, unable, or unwilling to speak.  
 
I looked down, he was hard again.  I suppressed a laugh, but smiled and reached out for him.  It really was little, and hard.  It was about the size of a marks-a-lot.  
 
I took it into my mouth, getting used to its size.  He began moaning almost immediately, and thrusting.  I held him down a bit, letting him calm before I started back up.  It was no use, the first time I actually sucked on him he came.  I pulled up and let it run down over my fingers.  

Later that night I lay in bed thinking about Charles, and my boyfriend, but mostly thinking about him just pissed me off.  The more I thought about Charles, the more I got worked up.
 
At some point, without even thinking about it, I got up and went into his room.  He was there sleeping.  He woke as I climbed up onto his bed and lowered myself right down onto his face.  
 
Oh man this felt good.  I was holding onto the headboard and pretty much just humping his face.  I've never really been like this, but there was something about him, and the way his mouth worked on me that brought it out.  Poor guy.
 
Then I turned around, rocking my hips forward.  This put his mouth farther back.  He didn't even miss a beat.  This was a first for me, but when I felt his tongue push into my ass I knew I would need more of this.  
 
I reached back and pulled myself open for him.  Wanting him deeper.  God this felt so wrong, and it felt soo good.  I leaned down, and found his little dick hard and throbbing.  
 
As I was humping his mouth, I realized that his little dick might be just what I needed.  I had never let anyone do me back there, but right now I wanted it, and how!  When I moved up and lowered myself down onto it, I immediately took all he had.  It stretched me just enough.  
 
Then I began to cum, my fingers playing in my pussy as I felt  him pumping up and down into my ass.  It wasn't an intense hard orgasm like I was used to, but more of a plateau, holding me there, waves washing over me, my legs quivering.  I was meeting his every thrust, squeezing him, wanting to make his little dick cum with me.
 
He did, I did.  That was our first time together.  I never did date him, but we became lovers of sorts.  I still had my boyfriends.   It got where when one of them would leave after a night of sex I would go into Charles room and lower myself down onto him.  
 
I never understood why he didn't object. We didn't talk about it. He was always willing, even when I went to him my boyfriend had just left, leaving me all wet and messy.   
 
I can even think of several occasions when I told my boyfriend it was time to leave, because I knew Charles was in his bed, waiting...

It was 6 years later when I ran into him again.  He was relentless.  He was sweet, and he was doing well with the business he'd started.  We sort of picked up where we left off.  I was dating someone in a long string of self centered jerks it seemed.  Not marriage material, but good for some physical time.   Charles was right there for me as he had been before.  Ready to pick up where the others left off.

We were married within the year.   He will never be able to keep me satisfied, but he most definitely has his strong points.  That and he doesn't mind my occasional nights out when I find myself in need of a little more than he can give me.
