A Cuck And Bull Story: A Christmas Special

CHAPTER ONE

MERRY CHRISTMAS. MERRY FUCKING

The Christmas of 2025 is one I will never forget in a hurry; it has to be one of the best Christmases of my life, especially as a married man. It was the day I fully embraced my place in my marriage and accepted my fate as nothing but a cuckold, a slave to my wife’s wanton pleasures.

This was a hard pill to swallow, and my journey to that very point was long and erotic, but that’s a story for another day. For now, I’ll tell you about the fateful day that was the final nail in the coffin for me.

December 25 started for me like everyone else, but unlike everyone else, who probably ran to their trees to check out their presents and new Christmas clothes, or kiss their partners Merry Christmas, it was different for me.

I was bent double by my wife as she fucked me hard in the ass with a strap-on dildo.

“Ahh…” I moaned in pleasure, my dick was hard from my arousal as it swung left and right, in tune with her strokes.

“That’s my bitch!” Leah, my wife, moaned ecstatically as she kept fucking me hard with the dildo. “Take this big fucking dick!”

I felt her hand slap hard into my butt, sending a jolt of pain singing right to my brain. I moaned hard, feeling my ass fill up with the dildo she kept shoving inside me. I clamped my walls tight around it, embracing the pleasures the act was bringing me.

Soon, she grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face down into the bed, causing my ass to shoot upward, giving her even better access to my butthole.

“Who’s a fucking slut?” She screamed as she kept fucking me. “Who’s a fucking slut, you bitch?”

“I am!” I cried as she kept drilling me, over and over again. I bit into the sheets, closing my eyes tight as I embraced the shame and the pleasures rippling through me. “I’m your bitch.”

“That’s right,” she said. “Now, take this dick like the slut that you are.”

She increased the tempo, going even faster. I could feel her full breasts slapping against my back as she kept plowing deep into me, going harder and harder with every thrust.

Eventually, she turned me around, causing me to lie on my back like a woman as I spread my legs wide apart. Because I didn’t have a pussy, I had to lift my lower back a bit higher to give her access to my butt.

“Oh, you fucking slut! You want this dick, don’t you?” She laughed. She was sweating profusely as she held my legs apart and shoved the dick right into me.

I felt a tremor go through my entire body; the pleasure was intense. Leah was ruthless as she kept fucking me. I was dazzled as her breasts kept swinging in my face, they were full, firm, and succulent. I reached out to grab them, but she swatted at my arms as if I was disturbing her. She instead wrapped her hands around my neck and squeezed as she kept fucking me. As her grip tightened more, she increased her pace, going faster and deeper into my ass.

“Fuck…” I moaned, but this time, I didn’t know if I said it out loud or if it was just in my head. All I knew was that I was fading, and it was a good high.

Just as suddenly, she changed positions yet again. This time, she had me over the edge of the bed, slamming hard into my ass. The bed was creaking heavily as her body kept slapping against mine. Then, out of the blue, she reached forward and began to stroke my cock. She was jerking me off while still fucking me hard in the ass.

The pleasure was massive, I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“Ahh…” I moaned loudly, gripping the sheets hard for balance, but that did nothing to offset the release I was searching desperately for. She pulled me backward, my back was resting against her full breasts, she kept pounding into me while still jerking me off.