The Black Bull, The Hotwife and Cuckold Pt. II

It had been a tough few months. We had both lost most of our 401k, we were now two months behind in our mortgage and my BMW had been repossessed last week. To top it off I got laid off when my company downsized. Money was tight and we were a bit worried about losing it all. James was almost a constant house guest too. He didn’t work and occasionally he would have some money from some source … I didn’t want to know and didn’t want to ask. All I know is he rarely paid for much and it wasn’t enough to help anyway. I am the wimpy little dicked hubby; the cuckold. I clean up and I pay for everything.

Sarah and I hadn’t had sex since James became our ‘Master’. I take my pleasure from the degradation. I get to watch them quietly. I get to clean them when commanded. I must talk and dress up like a sissy whenever James was over. It’s my role now and I’m cool with it. James has a great cock and I feel privileged to be able to service his massive cock and eat his cum from Sarah’s pussy. I especially love it when they use my man-pussy. The ultimate is when Sarah uses her strapon and James tries to choke me with his rod. I wouldn’t change this for anything in the world.

As I said, times were starting to get tough. Our lifestyle was now at risk due to our financial troubles. My unemployment checks weren’t going to cover everything. One day when I came home unsuccessfully from a job interview Sarah and James laid out a plan that they had come up with that would help. “James is going to sell me,” said Sarah gleefully. “I’ve got a buddy from prison that I also do business with all the time that is looking for a lady like Sarah and he’s willing to pay top dollar to have her live with him for a month. It’s no big deal Todd, I trust the guy and I’ve already made all the arrangements,” said James. With that James handed me a wad of cash. At that I politely asked James to leave the room because I wanted to talk to Sarah. “Is this really what you want to do? He’s selling you for 7 thousand dollars.” I said. “Well, actually it was for 10 but James took some too since he’s the boss. James said that TJ (her new owner) is kind of a southside kingpin. He has lots of money and is very generous honey!” So, he’s a drug dealer or a pimp or both and you think that it is safe?” I asked. “It’s gonna be fine dear. A little adventure and the cash is really going to get us out of the hole.” I couldn’t help it. Her mind was made up. This really wasn’t my choice, so I reluctantly agreed.

Staring at the wad of cash and watching as James led my 28 year old wife of 6 years out the door to be some guy’s play thing for a month was probably the ultimate degradation.