Cucked by My Basic Training Drill Sergeant

I’m here in Afghanistan being shot at by crazy Taliban. My wife is putting on some sexy dress back at our house in Fort Benning and is about to go out on a date with my drill sergeant.

Worst of all he has a video set up in his bedroom and after he takes her back to his house and fucks her he is going to send me the recording so I can watch it here in the war zone and see what a lowly grunt I really am.

RED PHASE

The first week of basic, of course, is called hell week. But I made it through all the forced marches and the shit handed to us by our drill sergeant, fucking Don D. Washington. He hated me. And now I know why. He told me he saw me drive up to the base with my super hot wife and he thought, that little shit does not deserve such a hot piece of ass. And he made his mind up there and then that he was going to cuckold me.

“I’m going to fuck your wife,” he told me, in front of all the recruits, many times. “As soon as you get shipped out, I’m gonna take her out, get her drunk on Margaritas, take her back to my place and show her how a real man fucks a bitch.”

Oh, did I tell you he was black? And I was white? Or did you already figure that out?

“Yes sir,” I said, and stood up at attention.

At the end of hell week, Sergeant Washington congratulated us on surviving and gave us all the afternoon off.

“Except you, Smythe,” he said. “You can stay here and mop the mess hall.”

“Why Sarge?” I complained. “I didn’t do nothing.”

“Yes you did,” he said. “You married a woman who is way too hot for you. And I don’t like it.”

The guys all laughed their heads off. It was now a bit of a joke among the group. They knew my wife was hot. And they knew I didn’t really deserve someone that hot.

“What the fuck, Smythe,” they said. “She’s got like big titties and a skinny body and a nice bubble but and the face of an angel and she could have anyone probably on the planet and she picked you? What the fuck? You must have a big dick.”

They pulled off my underwear and were surprised.

“You’ve got a tiny dick!”

Once Sergeant Washington heard I had a tiny dick, he was even more pissed.

“Joel Smythe,” he shouted many times. “Get your tiny dick out of my face. Get your tiny dick onto that obstacle course. Get your tiny dick into that tank. Get your tiny dick…”

I tried to explain to everyone that my dick got bigger when it was hard, and that I was a nice guy, and I loved my wife and she loved me. But it didn’t cut it with Washington.

“I can’t wait to ship you outahere,” he would say. “I should fail you on the PT, cause I know you not gonna pass. But Smythe, I gotta get you outahere so I can go fuck Saraya. She’s waiting for it, I can tell. I saw her looking at me the other day when I was in the grocery store. She wants me to fuck her, don’t lie.”

My wife Saraya had heard about all the abuse I was taking from the Sergeant. And she was sympathetic.

“Don’t listen to him,” she said. “I mean, he is pretty hot, but I would never fuck your Sergeant.”

“You think he’s hot?”

“Yeah, he’s fucking hot,” Saraya admitted. “He looks like Denzel Washington for Christ’s sake.”

I don’t know what came over me. A couple days later we were training in the rain and I was having trouble handing these bag packs up to the top of the training wall and Washinton was going on about how he was going to fuck my wife and I snapped.

“Good,” I said. “Because she thinks you’re hot. And she wants to fuck you.”

He looked at me, furious.

“What did you say to me soldier!”

“She thinks you’re hot,” I said. “Go ahead and fuck her, Sarge, after I ship out. Show her how a real man fucks. I’m probably gonna get my balls blown off over there in some fucking desert shithole somewhere. So you might as well give her what she wants.”

He studied me for a long time.

“And you’re OK with that?”

“I’m more than OK,” I said. “Sarge. I know I have a small dick. I like to watch cuckold porn. You know, where guys like me with small dicks watch their wives get fucked by hung studs like you. I mean, I’ve never done it in real life. But you go ahead and cuckold me. And record it if you can, because I won’t be here to watch it. But before I die, I want to be cuckolded. At least once.”

Washington stared at me. The rain was soaking his surprised face. I saw a warmth come into his eyes.

“Come here son,” he said.

He held his arms wide and embraced me.

“You’re a brave man, soldier,” he said. “Very brave. I respect that. You really think you can still have a relationship with your wife after a hung stud like me has her way with her?”

“I do, Sarge,” I said. “I just want her to be happy.”

He should his head in awe.

“You’re a very brave man.”

After that he was like my best friend. He didn’t make me march if I didn’t feel like it. At the end of basic I didn’t even have to take the PT. He just passed me.

WHITE PHASE

In the White Phase of Basic Training, we began actually firing weapons, specifically the M16.

In the White Phase of my cuckold training, Drill Sergeant Washington began firing his “game” at my wife.

I had got my ribbon, graduated basic, but we stayed on at Fort Benning — of course, Drill Sergeant Benning pulled a few strings and made sure we stayed. Everybody else shipped off to a different base to await deployment. I stayed on and began serving as the 198th Infantry Brigade to help soldiers learn to shoot. It wasn’t that I was particularly good at shooting. It was that Washington wanted to keep my wife on the base.

He began “running into” my wife at various locations on the base — the gym, the department store, the jogging track.

Soon they were having juices together and getting to know one another.

“Your drill sergeant says he wants to fuck me,” she told me one day when I got home. “But only when you’re deployed. He doesn’t want to step on your territory when you’re in Texas.”

“Really?” I said. “That’s very considerate of him. And how do you feel about all this?”

“I don’t know how I’m going to feel when you’re deployed,” she admitted. “Maybe I’ll get lonely.”

“Well,” I said. “It’s OK if you fuck Sergeant Washington whenever. When I’m still here in Texas, or when I’m deployed. It doesn’t even matter to me. I want you to fuck him. The best thing of all would be for you to fuck him right in front of me while I jerk off.”

She laughed. She thought I was joking. But then she saw that I was serious.

“Don’t worry, he wouldn’t do that,” I said. “It would be too gay, another guy watching him fuck. He wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

“Hmmm,” said my wife, and we didn’t talk about it.

A few weeks later I got my papers and I was on a C-5 to Kabul.

BLUE PHASE

This is the culmination of basic training, with the final challenges and fitness tests. A lot of guys can’t handle it.

A lot of guys can’t handle this phase of cuckoldry either. When their wife actually sets up the date, and she’s going to fuck another guy, some guys get real jealous all of a sudden. It was a nice idea, but now that it’s a reality, it’s threatening to their whole world, and they freak out.

I was already freaked out, because I was at a station in Southern Afganistan where the Taliban still controlled the area. At any moment they might launch an ambush. We had to be on our toes all the time.

The idea of my drill sergeant fucking my wife didn’t seem too freaky compared to my daily routine. Walking carefully down a dirt road hoping I wouldn’t step on an IED and blow my ass off. Manning a check point and just waiting for that truck full of C-4 to come by to blow us all to shit.

So no, I wasn’t that freaked when I got the email from Sergeant Washington.

“Well, Smythe, he said, tonight’s the night. I’m talking your wife down to town and I’m going to buy her a nice lobster. Then I’m gonna bring her back to my house and I’m gonna make love to her. We both agreed that I could film it and send it to you. She wants you to share the experience. It’s going to be good. I’m going to really make sweet love to your beautiful wife, just like I always wanted to the first day you guys drove up to Fort Benning and I saw those long legs of hers and that pretty face. Jesus, I can’t wait to get her clothes off and get her naked. I’m gonna cover her body with baby oil so that she’s all greasy. And I’m gonna caress her whole body. And I’m going to put my hand between her legs and start fingering her pussy real nice. Then I’m gonna put my dick in her beautiful mouth and let her suck it. When I’m nice and hard, I’m going to put all nine inches in your wife’s pussy and I’m gonna fuck her for an hour and a half. I’m taking this medication for my heart that makes it beat real slow, and it takes me forever to cum. So she’s gonna really have a ride. After I fuck her in every position with my huge cock, she will have cum about five times. Then I’m gonna shoot my load in her.

“Maybe I’ll make her pregnant. And if you don’t make it back we’ll name the baby Joel after you.

“If you make it back, Smythe, you know I’m going to back off and let you have your wife back.

“I hope you make it back. I like you, Smythe. And I’m grateful for this opportunity. I’ve really been enjoying dating your wife. And this is it. We’re both ready. I’m gonna have sex with her. I’m so fucking psyched. I hope you are too. I hope you enjoy the idea of your wife being made love to by such a stud.”

“I do,” I wrote back to the sergeant, immediately. “I am really psyched. I can’t wait to watch the video. The fucking internet sucks here, though, so I doubt I’ll be able to watch an hour and a half. If you could film a minute and a half of you taking her clothes off and sucking her tits and fingering her and her blowing you, that would be awesome. I don’t need to see the whole thing. I think I should leave you guys a little privacy anyway.”

“You got it,” he emailed me back. “Alright, it’s 5:30 here, I’m all dressed up and I’m gonna drive over and pick up your wife in my Mustang. She says it’s a lot fucking hotter car than your fucking Kia. Ha ha. Just kidding buddy. Love you.”

Later that day I was sitting up in a tower looking through binoculars at the ridge across the way. It was clear that some shit was going down. All the fucking shepherds were rushing to get their sheep out of the way. I couldn’t see any kids anywhere on the fucking dirt roads they were always throwing rocks on. The shit was going to go down. The Taliban were going ambush the station.

We had some Afghan soldiers that we had trained pretty good. We had the numerical advantage. But they had the tactical advantage. They could strike any time. They would probably wait until sundown.

I got a message on my phone. I had received an email from sergeant Washington. It was blank, just the video attachment. It took forever to load. I went over to the side so none of the other men in my unit would see me, and I watched it. I had always dreamed of seeing my wife get fucked by another guy. Now there it was. Washington was doing just like he said. He was taking her clothes off, and she was staring right at the camera, she was staring right at me, with a little smile. She knew I was enjoying it. Washington was naked and his huge black cock was so stiff, as he rubbed oil all over her naked body.

“Hey honey,” said my wife, as she waved at the camera. “I’m gonna suck your sergeant’s cock now. I hope you like it as much as you thought you would.”

It was even better than I imagined. Watching her suck that dick like a porn star. She hardly ever blew me any more after we got married. But now she was sucking dick like it was born for it.

Then he got on top of her and started fucking her real hard.

“Oh Joel, I’m cumming. He’s making me cum. Oh my God. I’ve never felt anything like this before! Oh my God, Joel. I’m cumming baby. Oh thank you. Thank you baby. Oh my God!.”

The video ended.

“Here they come, the bastards,” someone shouted.

I heard a whistle. A mortar shell whistled over us. Or an RPG. There were two explosions behind me. I could see a line of dark figures coming over the ridge toward the fort.

I had just seen what I always wanted to see. My wife getting fucked like a fucking porn star. She looked so hot. Hotter than any porn star I’d ever seen. My dick was fucking throbbing hard. I could die happy now, I thought. I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t afraid of anything.

I grabbed my M16 and pushed my way to the edge of the look out tower and raised up my weapon.

“Come on Motherfuckers,” I shouted. “I’ll fucking kill every last fucking one of you!”

I pulled the trigger and started blasting.

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