A CUCK AND BULL STORY:

MAKING OF A CUCK

BY BORN ALEX

Copyright © 2026 by Born Alex

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First Edition – 2026

Published by Born Alex.

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CHAPTER ONE

MY HOT WIFE IS MISSING

It has been a few weeks since Leah and I had that crazy Christmas experience with Shawn and his boys.

That was easily the best Christmas of my life, and I was certain Leah had the sex of her life. She had so thoroughly been fucked that day that for most of Boxing Day, she had been immobile. We spent the whole of December 26th in bed, doing nothing but sleeping and eating.

It was no different on New Year’s Day. While we didn’t have anything major planned, we sure tried our best to have some mad fun. However, nothing happened on the insane level of Christmas Day, and that was to be expected. It would take some time before Leah would be able to match her feats of that particular day.

Leah had been so satisfied by the encounter that she didn’t even bother to have sex for the next two weeks. She walked with a smile for weeks and had a bounce in her steps. Her radiant face was the true picture of what a good dick could do to a woman.

But then, my dear wife is a BBC slut, and she can only go so long without it. She was addicted to the black man’s cock, and she needed her next fix. Over the first few days of the year, she had several encounters, sharing some of them with me. But none of them were major events. Just another basis of lovemaking between a couple in love.

But today, Leah had shocked me.

She had simply worn her clothes and told me that she had to step out for a while. She didn’t give any explanations or ideas as to where she was headed; she just up and left.

That was weird, because she always told me where she was going beforehand, especially when she was going to see a man. And even now, I knew that she was going to get fucked.

Just by her dressing, I could tell she had gone to collect black dick. She was wearing a sheer bodycon minidress with a low-cut V-neck that showed off her large boobs. The dress clung to her frame like a second skin, showing off her sexy curves. She had her curly red hair properly styled, letting it run down both sides of her smallish face, framing it.

Leah was the most beautiful woman in the world; this was a fact that I would always stand by. And I was proud that I was married to a woman that just about every man in the world would want to fuck.

Yeah, I had a hot wife who was also a BBC slut, and I was okay with it. I knew she was going out there to get fucked, and I did nothing about it. Because I was her BBC cuckold as well. I knew that one way or the other, she would tell me all about her encounter when she returned.

However, she had been away for hours already, and it was getting late in the night. She had yet to call me to inform me whether she would be coming home or not. I made my way to the window, looking out into the empty streets ahead. Where the hell was my wife? Had something happened to her?

Just then, the driveway was lit up by the powerful headlamps of Leah’s car. The car pulled into the driveway and came to a halt before the engine idled for a while, and then died. I felt a thrill go through me as my dick immediately became hard.

She had been away for hours, which was hours worth of nothing but wanton sex and lust. Something my sweet wife was going to tell me in great detail. I waited expectantly, wanting to see her tumble out of the car.

But I waited in vain. The doors remained stubbornly shut.

“What the hell?” I wondered as I pressed my palms against the window. “Why isn’t she getting out?”

I was about to get out of the house when I noticed something weird with the car, it was shaking and bouncing in the driveway. Just there, shaking and bouncing from left to right, trembling as if it were caught in a storm.

“Holy shit…” I gasped in shock as I realized what was going on.

Leah didn’t come home alone, she brought her lover with her. And he was fucking her, right there in the car.

“No… no!” I muttered as I ran to the bedroom and riffled through the shoe boxes in my closet, where I had placed an old treasure of mine. I found it easily, something I had not taken out in years. It was my treasured binoculars.

I grabbed it and cleaned the lens as I hurried back to the window, then, looking out, I watched in awe as I looked through the car’s windshield, and sure enough, Leah was indeed getting fucked.

Her lover seemed to be placing her in an impossible position, because her breasts were pressed flat against the windshield while she was being fucked like a whore, the entire car shaking from the effect.

Then, he bent her over in the passenger seat and kept slamming into her from behind. From the angle, I couldn’t see his face clearly; I couldn’t even see his dick entering her pussy. But I could tell that she was getting hammered really well.

The mystery man grabbed her by the hair and pulled it back so hard it had to hurt. But my wife was embracing the pain and throwing her sexy, supple butt against him, taking all his dick into her. Their pace increased; they were going faster and faster. I could hear her thick moans through the locked car, and it was becoming evident that Leah didn’t care about disturbing the neighbors.