A Cuck And Bull Story: Making Of A Cuck

Born Alex

A CUCK AND BULL STORY:

MAKING OF A CUCK

BY BORN ALEX

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First Edition – 2026

Published by Born Alex.

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.

This was the first time that she was doing something way off. Leah had always been one to keep our matters private, and she took great lengths to make sure that none of our neighbors suspected what we had going on. But now, she was fucking someone who clearly wasn’t me in her car, right there on the driveway, without a care in the world about who could see.

Who the fuck was this guy who was making her lose all sense of caution?

By this time, I could tell that they were about to cum. The man was fucking her hard, squeezing her full breasts as he pushed his cock as far as it could go inside her. Then, I heard their mingled groans when they both came hard.

I still had to watch as she sucked him off, cleaning what was left of his cum with her tongue.

When they were finally done, the car door swung open, and Leah stumbled out. She grabbed the door for balance as her legs wobbled. Her fingers clawed at the hems of her tiny dress as she tried to pull it over her ass while also raising the top to cover her nipples. She was so uncoordinated. She had been fucked to stupor in the car.

And when her lover stepped out behind her, I knew why at once. His face jumped out at me through the binoculars, and now that they were out of the car, I didn’t need it anymore. I could see him clearly.

She had been fucking Silva, one guy who was basically a demi-god when it came to fucking white women. He sure had a reputation, thanks to his massive black cock. But he also had a weird thing for my wife. His was a face I had not seen in a long time, nor did I expect Leah to ever see again.

Because just the sight of him sent me down memory lane.

CHAPTER TWO

WHEN THE HUSBAND SUSPECTS

It all started five years ago, back when our marriage was still young. And I have to say this, things were not really going great between us. The honeymoon phase was over, and it was unraveling right in front of me.

Leah, the woman of my dreams, whom I had managed to bag, was slipping through my fingers, and there was nothing I could do about it.

That fateful morning, I woke up to an empty bed. This wasn’t the first time that such a thing had happened. For the past year, Leah had become basically a thorn in my flesh. She was denying me sex, and she was always returning from work late. Even on days when she didn’t need to go to work, she stepped out and didn’t return until it was late in the night.

Sometimes, we could be watching the evening news on TV, and the next thing I knew, she’d walk into the bedroom to change into something else. And then, she’d hit me with, “I have to step out for a while. I’ll be back.”

And that was it. Nothing I ever did could change her mind or get her to stop. I was trying my best to keep our marriage together, but it seemed like she wasn’t all that interested in it. And this was clear as day because even the excuses she came up with didn’t help at all.

One time, she told me she was going to get ice cream, but she didn’t return that night. When I demanded to know the truth the next morning, she simply said that the queue had been too long, so she stayed at a hotel until it got to her turn.

Like, what the fuck? It was as if she were giving me a crappy excuse on purpose. What exactly was she hoping to achieve with such a reason?

Now that I think about it, that must have been the period when she began working on me. Because the more it bothers my mind, the more I realize that what I’d become later on in my marriage was carefully orchestrated by Leah herself. And it all came to a head in these next few days.

This morning, I could see that she didn’t come home last night either. I suspected that she was cheating on me. Like bro, the signs were right there, but I didn’t know for sure. I couldn’t violate her privacy by going through her texts or something. This wasn’t something that a husband would do to his wife. How can I claim to love my wife when I don’t trust her to be faithful to me?

Besides, how could she cheat? We barely had sex as it stood. It had been over six months since she allowed me to fuck her, and that was the longest I had been without getting laid. Every time I made a move, it was the same response: “I’m not in the mood, Owen.”

And just like that, days turned into weeks, and then months. And almost like a joke, more than half a year has passed, and I’ve not even seen my wife’s nakedness. How the fuck is that even possible?

“No!” I muttered as I sat up in the bed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I tried to collect my thoughts. “I can’t allow this to go on. Leah and I need to talk. We need to fix this rubbish that's happening to our marriage.”

I turned to the bedside stool where my phone was, which was turned upside down to stop it from ringing out. This was how I did it when I needed to sleep. I picked up my phone and checked to see if she had called me at any point during the night.

“Fuck!” I cursed as I tossed it back to the stool. She had not even bothered to inform me. This had to be the highest form of disrespect.

I got off the bed and hurriedly freshened up, wearing my robe so I could be free. It was the weekend, so I didn’t have to turn in at work, which was good for me. I wanted to be home when Leah returned. However, hours moved on, and still no wife.

It wasn’t until eleven that morning that I heard the key rattle in the locks. I left the living room at once and made my way to the door. She took too long unlocking it, almost as if she found it hard to accomplish. But she eventually did.

I leaned against the wall as the door swung open, then Leah stumbled in. She didn’t stumble per se, she just didn’t seem very balanced. She was wearing a sundress that was just sheer and basically tiny. When she moved, the skirt flared up, showing off her butt. In just one glance, I could see she wasn’t wearing panties. The dress also had thin straps and was low-cut, but it was skewed in such a way that one of her nipples was showing.

“What the fuck?” I groaned as I stared at her. She leaned against the wall, her legs seemed to be trembling and shaking, her hair was a mess, plastered all over her face, and she didn’t make a move to clear it. “What the fuck, Leah?!”

This was what I had to deal with. This was always how she returned home, clothes roughed up, hair scattered and disheveled, panties missing… the first time, I thought she was attacked, but she swore that she wasn’t. Another time, I thought she was drunk. But she clearly wasn’t. I didn’t even get a whiff of alcohol on her.

That was how bad it was and how confusing. Because I just didn’t know who or what the fuck was doing this to my dear wife. But this morning, everything was going to change.

She stood by the door, staring at me through the strands of her hair. When she saw me, it was as if she suddenly remembered that she wasn’t decent, so she straightened out her dress and fixed her strap to cover up her nipple. She pulled her hair to the side and tucked it behind her ear.

Still, even with my anger at her, I was enthralled by her beauty. She had a smallish face that was just so adorable. Her red hair framed it, and the morning sun fell on it, giving her an angelic halo. She was breathtaking.

I shook my head to clear it. We needed to have this conversation, and lusting after her body wasn't going to work.

“What the fuck, Leah?” I repeated as I stepped closer to her. “What exactly are you doing? Is this how you walked through the streets home? What if someone attacked you? Do you know how many perverts are on the road?”

“Why?” She asked me back, “Does it irk you that other men could have seen my sexy butt? What the fuck makes you think you have a monopoly on my ass?”

“Leah, I’m your fucking husband! If that doesn’t give me monopoly, what then does?”

“Nothing,” she said matter-of-factly. “I decide who sees it, and if I say it’s not you, you can’t do shit about it!”

I let out a deep breath, “Just look at you, honey! You look like you had a fight with a fucking tiger. What the fuck is going on? Why won’t you talk to me?”

“I don’t have time for this bullshit,” she said as she walked past me, making her way to our bedroom.

She bumped into me. I looked at her, and everything just jumped at me, almost at once. I saw at least two clear hickeys on her neck, and one on her upper back.

I grabbed her by the elbow, “Leah? Are you fucking-”

“What?” she demanded, cutting me off as she stepped up to me, looking into my eyes. “What the fuck do you want, boy?”

But I wasn’t looking into her eyes, because I was looking at her sumptuous cleavage. Now that she was so close, I could see it clearly. And I could see specks of what could only be cum nestled between her breasts.

I felt my heart thud within my chest, almost dizzy. When I finally did look at her face, I could also see cum in her red hair, causing it to stick together.

My mouth fell open in betrayal as I stared at her in horror.

“I didn’t think so,” she said as she yanked her elbow from my grip and spun around to leave.

As she spun, her movement caused her dress to rise up, showing off her butt again, and this time, I saw a clear imprint of a palm on her buttcheek. With her pale skin, it was almost like a fucking tattoo. And even worse, the wind caused by her sudden turn hit me, and I recognized the scent of a masculine perfume.

I remained in position as my wife walked into the bedroom, her ass swinging from left to right before she slipped in.

I slowly made my way to the couch, my vision blurry as I tried to control myself.

I knew it without a fucking doubt now that Leah was cheating on me!

CHAPTER THREE

THE CHEATING HOT WIFE