Tales of the Cuckold

By Jake Mantlin

Four cuckold tales featuring humiliated husbands, hot wives and their lovers.

 

The Reverend, The Heifer and the Bull: We join a pledging ceremony where a young pregnant wife is to be pledged to her bull and join his herd. Naturally, her family and husband are present on the proud day.

 

Life of Brian: June Parish and her mother pick up more than just shopping. They take their respective presents home to unwrap, and June's husband, Brian, is humiliated by his wife and mother-in-law.

 

Cuck Life: June Parish has fallen for her new young lover and hopes to bring him fully into the Parish family dynamic.

 

Cuckold Hotel: Belinda Ashton is determined to enjoy her break at an exclusive resort that caters for hot wives and their suffering spouses. But is Belinda seeking a more permanent solution to her unsatisfactory marriage?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jake Mantlin
• Release date: Oct 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223067993

Jake Mantlin

Jake Mantlin lives on the outskirts of London, England and has been writing erotica for a number of years. Principal themes are humiliation, domination and submission, and exhibitionism. You can find out more about the author and his works on his blog.

Book preview

The Reverend, the Heifer

and the Bull

It was a bright, sunny morning in Titchester. The birds were chirping, flowers were blooming, and the radio was playing ‘Sounds of the Seventies’ at No. 17, Lychfield Close, where its occupants hummed with industry and endeavour.

Have you got the fancies and nibbles on the table, Mary?

Mary Quinn bustled into the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. Yes, I have, Jane, now stop fussing.

Jane Parish eyed her friend with a touch of asperity. I’m not fussing, Mary. This is an important event. My pregnant granddaughter is to be pledged, and I want everything to be perfect for her.

Smiling, Mary hugged Jane. They had been friends since their twenties and nearly forty years on, they often bickered like an old married couple.

Why don’t you get changed, said Mary. I’ll finish up here. You’ll feel better once you are in your pledge outfit.

Thanks, Mary. I guess I do fuss a bit. Jane brightened at the thought of her new outfit. It should show off her trim figure and legs a treat. Even at 61, Jane could draw many an appreciative look. A voice called out from the living room. When are the boys here again? 

About 11:30 dear, Roland and David. Jane answered her daughter from the hallway.

June’s eyes lit up. She was petite like her mother, with shoulder-length auburn hair and wearing a tight cream sweater top, light tan pencil skirt and 3-inch heels. Brian will be disappointed he missed them, continued June.

Business still keeping him away? Well, can’t be helped. He needs to keep you in the lifestyle you deserve, that is his job.

June smiled. It’s his only job.

The doorbell rang. Oh, that will be Lucy, said Jane.

I’ll get it, mother, said June. You go and get changed.

Thank you, dear, Jane hurried upstairs.

Opening the door, June was assailed with Auntie June! by two teenage girls. A stooping man in his early forties with thinning hair and a worn pallor tried to usher them through. A blonde woman with a dissatisfied expression brought up the rear.

Roger will be taking the girls home in a few minutes. They just wanted to say hi to the new pledge and mum to be. Is Juliet here yet?

Not yet.

Oh, mum! the two girls said in unison. Linda pouted with natural ease. She was taller than Laura, her twin.

Now, don’t start!  Go with your father.

Is Daddy not invited? asked Linda.

No, darling. It’s for real men, her mother said acidly. The girls giggled, and Laura, who had the most divine caramel complexion, smirked at her pale father.

Roger flushed and kissed his wife on the cheek. Have a lovely time, dear.

I will, Lucy replied. Behave yourselves and no teasing your father! Her affectionate tone belied her words.

Yes, mum, they chorused and trooped back to the car, their father in tow.

Closing the door, June looked at Lucy, who exclaimed: I would kill for some wine and tell me we have some black boys! Her eyes were hungry.

Roland, I believe.

Oh, thank god, it’s been ages!

June looked at her close friend, her tone serious. Now this is Juliet’s day so don’t go all diva tramp on us.

I won’t, but I do so need me some black cock, Lucy stopped abruptly as she entered the living room and saw Mary standing there, a glass of wine in hand.

Language, dear, said Mary. She kissed her niece on the cheek and handed her the wine.

Sorry, Aunt Mary. Where is Jane? said Lucy.

Upstairs getting changed.

Jane, at that moment, was securing her corset. She tapped her flat tummy proudly. Not bad for an old gal! Sitting on the edge of her bed, she pulled on her stockings, secured them to her suspender belt and slipped on some modest heels. No panties. Jane couldn’t remember the last time she wore panties. A bump came from the other bedroom, and Jane picked up the little red number she had purchased for the occasion and walked through.

Morning, Raul, said Jane brightly to the young Latin man lying on the bed. Bill, a stocky man and Jane’s husband for 37 of his 62 years was on his knees sucking the young man’s handsome cock.

Mrs Parish, he smiled back, showing lovely white teeth. You like my tux? He pointed to the outfit hanging from the wardrobe door.

Very nice dear. Now, remember you don’t come down until 11:30. That’s when the boys arrive. Only Juliet’s husband Daniel is allowed downstairs before then. Have you decided on Bill’s frock?

A floral, flouncy number. Very pretty, Raul slapped the older man on the head, who hadn’t missed a beat when his wife walked in. You’re very excited, aren’t you, Betty? Betty/Bill looked up and smiled at the young man. Yes, sweetie, he replied.

We’re all excited, said Jane. A big day for the family. Juliet pregnant and pledging to the sire, a note of familial pride crept into her voice. I may even torture your balls later. Just like the old days, she added to Betty/Bill fondly.

Her husband’s mouth was again full of Raul’s enormous cock, but his eyes flashed thanks at his wife.

It’s going to be a wonderful day, thought Jane happily. She closed the bedroom door and went downstairs.

The guest