5 comments/ 105582 views/ 14 favorites Cuckold Chronicles: Damon By: deltonaman2man Prologue This is the third part in the continuing adventures of Heather and Dave. A couple very much in love, playing out their fantasies. It has been 3 weeks since Heather took me to Todd's house for an evening of wild unbridled sex (for her and Todd ) and humiliation ( for me ). { See Cuckold Chronicles: Todd } We left there riding high on the excitement of this new twist in our lives. Since that night, Todd has been to our house a few times to see my wife, with me sitting on the floor, waiting to be called for clean up duties. One Saturday morning he popped by unexpectedly. Heather was out shopping. Since she wasn't there, he said I had to take care of him. After calling Heather for permission, I sucked him off. He made sure to leave a strand of cum on my cheek to show my Mistress what a messy cum slut I was. When Heather got home, she smiled at me while putting down her packages. She walked over to me and lightly ran her finger across the dried cum on my cheek. " Was Todd upset I wasn't here?' she asked sweetly. "I would say more disappointed than upset. I did as you told me though. I made sure he was smiling when he left," I said demurely. " Well, come in here, now I need your mouth." As we walked in the bedroom, she stopped and grabbed a pair of panties from my drawer. " Put these on and be quick about it." I rushed to my side of the bed and started undressing. I glanced over at her and she was doing the same. We climbed on the bed at the same time, both of us wearing only panties. She propped her head up and smiled as I slid up to her crotch. She bent her knees and said, " Take off my panties." She was smiling as I hooked my thumbs on the thin string around her waist and slowly pulled them down. As they came off her ankles, she spread her legs as far as she could. The first thing I noticed were the red marks on her ass and thighs as she raised her hips to beckon me closer. Then I saw the red and puffy lips that were indictitive of a woman that had just had sex. I must have looked too long because her smile faded. It didn't take long for her to reach down and grab my hair. She shoved my face onto her hot shaved pussy. I noticed the smell was different from what I knew from our 20 plus years of marriage. It was the same scent I had come to know in the last month, the smell of a freshly fucked pussy. A little more pressure on my head and I started my duties without a word. I started gently licking her outer lips, eliciting a slight moan from my wife. My hand slid up and I used 2 fingers to spread her open. Slipping my tongue in, I found a slightly different smell and taste. A smell faintly familiar. I kept thinking about the smell as I pushed my tongue in as far as I could. I was surprised, considering the condition of her nether regions, that I hadn't found any cum yet. Her hips were moving more and more, while her hands were grabbing my hair even tighter. Finally, a few quick licks and sucks on her clit, and I was bathed with her womanly fluids. I stayed in my position and looked up at her. I admired her breast, rising up and falling , the flush from her neck to the top of her chest. She relaxed her grip on my hair and lowered her knees. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did, panty boy?" she asked with a giggle. " I always enjoy making you feel good," I replied, " that's my job." She pulled my hair up toward her head and said,"Come lay here beside me." As I laid down, she slid her hand onto my panty covered limp cock. " You haven't been able to make me feel good in all the ways you should, have you?" " No," I whispered, " That's why I became your cuckold, so you could be satisfied in all ways possible." " I'm glad you feel that way. Did you like the taste of my pussy? Was it nice and juicy for you? " I loved it, but then again I have always loved the taste of your sweet pussy. " Did you notice anything different?, she said with a grin. " Well, now that you mention it, I did notice something familiar , a taste or maybe a smell, I just can't place my finger on." " I think I can help you out. I know you always want me to get you something when I go out shopping. Well, I got something today that I would love to see you with. It might even explain that strange taste you found. With that, she rolled over and reached into her purse. She pulled out a baggie, but I couldn't see what was in it. When she rolled back over, I could see clearly, it was a used condom!!! It all came to me, LATEX! I had seen the signs, I knew she had been with someone, but I didn't put the pieces together. She rolled over on one elbow and dangled the bag in front of my face. My eyes were glued to it. The rubber had a loose knot tied in the end. It was nearly half full with cum. She opened the bag and slowly swayed the soft wet rubber in front of my face. Then she lowered it to drag it across my lips. She had such a big smile. " Open up, Darling, don't you want to taste my pussy some more? This is the outside with all my juices on it." Jerking my head back, she growled, " Open your mouth, BITCH!" As I opened my mouth, she laid the wet rubber on my tongue. She let it slide in, then told me to close my mouth and play with it. She would pull it out then let it slip back in. " Sort of like a soft limp dick, isn't it," she teased, as she kept sliding it in and out. " Of course you know all about limp dicks, don't you? Well I can tell you, the cock that was in this wasn't limp. It was hard as iron." That being said, she swung around and sat on my chest. She untied the condom and held one end in each hand. She pinched off the top of the load of cum and put the open end in my mouth. She then laid the rest on my chin, hanging down to my throat. " Now be a good cum slut and stick your tongue into the condom. Ironic, isn't it. All this cum laying on your throat and soon it's going to go down your throat. Ok, now curl your tongue and push down on your teeth to hold it in place." She picked up the the end and started pouring the cum in my mouth. She was smiling and moving her hips while she watched me drink her lovers cum. After I had taken all that would dribble out she pulled it away from my mouth. Then she stuck her finger in the tip, turning it inside out. " Suck it into your mouth slut," she said with a grin. I sucked and sucked till it started slipping off her finger. She grabbed the open end and held it to my lips. I now had an inverted condom in my mouth, cleaning the last of his juice from it. After throwing the condom over her shoulder, Heather rolled to her side and curled up next to me. Her head was on my shoulder and one hand was grazing through the hair on my chest. Her leg was hooked over mine and her other hand was tracing the outline of my semi-hard cock through my panties. She crooked her head a bit and whispered in my ear. Heather : Are you alright with what just happened? Dave : Oh my God, YES!!! I loved it.I do have some questions though. H : I thought you might. D : Who is he? Where did you meet him? Do I know him? Where did you go? H : Slow down, one at a time. Let's start with who's cum you just sucked down. All you need to know is it was a hard cock attached to a fine firm young body. D : You're not going to tell me his name? H : He will tell you his name when he is ready. Right now, we both like the fact he is fucking your wife and you can't or won't do anything to stop it. That is true, isn't it? You do want to have other men satisfy me? You want me to have sex with other men while you watch? D : Yes, but I wasn't there, I didn't know you were going to to do it. H : That's true, but I didn't know it was going to happen either. I'll explain that later. For now, I think we better clarify a few things. What are the rules? I don't want ANYTHING to come between us. We started all this this because you wanted me to. If you remember, I was against this at first. I said I didn't like treating you this way. I said I couldn't be mean and cruel to you. I also told you I would stop at any time if it was a problem. I love you more than life itself and I won't let anything or anyone come between us. D : I'm sorry, I'm not upset, it's just this has never happened before. I don't mind you had fun while you were out, but I was caught off guard, that's all. Can I ask where you met him? H : Remember when I went out for drinks with the girls last Friday? Well, he used to date one of my friends room-mate. He was there with a couple of his friends, unwinding after a rough week. We danced a little, nothing happened, but we exchanged phone numbers. Just to see if he was interested, I mentioned you didn't mind if I saw other men. D : So you called him and told him about me? H : No, he called me while I was out. That's all I intended to do today, just do a bit of shopping. He asked if we could meet for lunch. He knew a quiet little place near the mall, so I met him there. We just had drinks and he asked a lot of questions about you. I explained my situation and your position. He said he was getting excited about pleasing me and using you. D : So that's when you decided to make love to him? H : You really are dense sometimes, do you know that? You are the only man I have " made love to" since we started dating, so many years ago. When I am with these other guys, they please me, satisfy me, bone me, lay me and, yes, they fuck me, but they don't love me, and I don't love them. I know you are the only one that loves me. D : I'm sorry, I know you love me with all your heart. but how did you end up in bed with him? H : Technically, we never made it to the bed. However, the answer is he lived a few blocks from the mall and asked me to come over to talk more about you and how I treated you. I left my car there and rode with him to his apartment. We made out for a while in the parking lot, then went inside. As soon as we were inside, we on each other, trying to get each others clothes off as fast as possible without ripping them. He kept mumbling that you should be here undressing us. My pussy was so wet as he kissed across my cheek to my ear, I thought I was going to drip on his carpet. As he worked his way down my neck, he slipped his hand down to my hot wet honey pot. I came the first time as he sucked my nipple into his mouth at the same time as he slipped two fingers into my sopping box. As I came down from my high, I went down to my knees. I must have done something right because he was hard and ready. I grabbed that hard cock and started my best blowjob. It wasn't long before he pulled me up and leaned me over the couch. That's when he started showing me how a real man handles a hot pussy. I'll tell you the rest in a minute. He can't wait to show you in person. D : So he likes the idea of humiliating me in front of you? H : No, he likes the idea of both of us humiliating you and making you watch a real man satisfy your wife. D : And he knows you love me, and this is just role play, right? H : He isn't looking to move in and throw you out, if that's what you mean. I won't allow that to happen. He may spend a weekend and replace you as the man of the house during that time. You wouldn't mind that, would you? D : No, not at all. Will you two make me wear my sexy outfits while I serve you? H : Let's understand something. They are only sexy outfits if I am wearing them. When you wear them, they just look ridiculous. It is only to degrade and humiliate you that I make you wear them. D : And I thank you for that. I love the way you treat me when I'm dressed like that. Can I ask one more question? H : Of course, ask as many as you like. D : So what was the deal with the condom? You don't usually make a guy wear one. H : It was a compromise. We both wanted to feel the skin on skin, but I told him I didn't want to waste his cum, and I didn't want it running down my leg on the way home. I also didn't want it on my skirt or the seat of the car. So he fucked me to a couple more orgasms, then pulled out and I put the rubber on him. He pounded me senseless and he came twice in the condom. Then he had the great idea to bring it home to you. I, of course, thought it was a good idea. Seems you did too. Now I'm going to take a nap. Go start dinner. I want shrimp-ka-bobs, rice pilaf and garlic roasted potatoes. With that, she rolled over and I went to begin dinner, still wearing only my panties. A hour and a half later I went to wake her up, to tell her dinner would be ready in about 15 minutes. The bed was empty, but I found her in the den on the computer. She was only wearing a pair of panties and the transparent cover piece from a negligee she had bought. She was chatting with someone and had the webcam on. I saw the image on the moniter of someone stroking a hard cock. She saw me come in and started typing quickly. Whoever it was stopped jerking off and I saw he typed something back to her. " Stand over here, and assume the position" she said while pointing to a spot on the floor. I went to the spot she indicated and put my hands behind my back as I had been trained. I spread my feet shoulder wide and stared at the webcam. They typed back and forth, until she paused and turned in her chair. She reached back and pulled my panties down. She then looked back at the moniter to check on the angle. Liking the view it was showing, she slipped her pinkie under my little limp cock and started bouncing it up and down. She started typing again, but I couldn't make out what she wrote. He typed something back very quickly. She started laughing softly to herself and glanced back at me, then pointed to the floor next to her chair. I went to all fours and crawled to my one true love. I was right against the desk, so I could see the moniter perfectly. His cam showed him jerking off, and our's showed only my face above the desk. "Open your mouth and let your tongue hang out, Panty Boy," she said with a hint of laughter. I did as I was told as I watched him cum on his cam and moniter. "Show him how you will lick up his load," she instructed me, with a sensous grin. I leaned forward and pretended to lick at the webcam. I was emoting my licking while Heather was typing back and forth with her friend. She finally signed off and told me told me to blow her friend a goodnight kiss. That night while we were in bed, she allowed me to jerk off, to her visions of me being a bitch for both of them. She ended the evening by running her fingers through the mess I made on my stomach and making me lick them clean. The next few days were rather tame, other than wearing whatever was laid out for me to wear, to do my chores around the house. Even mowing the lawn required me wearing thong panties under my shorts. Wednesday afternoon, she called to say she was going for drinks after work, so not to worry about dinner. She got home around 8;30 and went straight to our bedroom to change. I followed her in and awaited her orders. She was only wearing her panties, but they didn't look right, rather bulgy in the crotch. Patting on the bed between her legs, I understood, she wanted me to get on the bed. As I have done many times before, I crawled up from the foot of the bed and inched forward until my face was close to the gusset of her panties. "Slip them off for me, panty boy, I brought you a surprise," she whispered. I never would have expected the sight I beheld. Inside her panties was a man's monogrammed handkerchief, neatly folded. When I moved it away I saw the puffy red lips I knew so well. Without any hesitation, I dove right in and began my cleaning duties. There wasn't a lot of cum left in her pussy, but I licked and sucked as I knew she was expecting. I then turned my attention to getting her off, figuring that that was what she wanted. She pushed me away and had me lay beside her. She picked up the hanky and looked at it. From what I could see, it was pretty wet. " Looks like we figured out a way to stop his cum from running down my leg and ruining my dress," she said with a smirk. She took and folded it loosely in half, diagonally, repeating the motion. It now looked like a rough cone. As she lowered it to my mouth, I knew exactly what she, and I, wanted. " Such a good cum slut," Heather whispered as she watched me sucking his cum out of the fabric. Pulling it out of my mouth, she unfolded it. Holding the corner with the stitching, she commented, " D T , wonder who that is?" She laid the hanky on my chest and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. When she came back, I was up on one elbow waiting for her. " What's going on? Who is this D T? Wher..." My words were cut short when she shoved the hanky back in my mouth. " You talk too much," she said as she turned out the light. " Keep that in your mouth and make sure you wash it in the morning so it doesn't stain." I was in shock. Our role playing had never gone like this before. I was ashamed, humiliated and most of all, more excited than I had been in years! I got up Thursday morning and the first thing I did was put the handkerchief in cold water to soak. Then I started Heather's breakfast. She didn't demand any oral pleasing, so I started with my daily chores, wearing only my panties from yesterday. I went back to the bedroom to get her tray and saw a yellow flowered thong laying on the bed. I quickly changed panties and took the tray to the kitchen. Ten minutes later, Heather came in, with her coat and briefcase. A quick kiss on the cheek, a mischievous " see ya" and she was out the door. Thursday evening, when Heather got home , brought two surprises. The first, was a pair of 4 inch black heels, size 14, obviously, for me. The second surprise was that I had to prepare the guest bedroom by 6 PM the next day. I was to spend the next day practicing walking in my new heels. Friday morning, I got up and put on my heels, still wearing the panties from last night. When I came in with her coffee and toast, I noticed a pair of clean black panties laying on the bed. As quickly as I could, I put the tray on her lap and hurried to change my panties. As I was changing, she threw off her blanket, and presented her womanhood to me for servicing. I climbed on the bed and started giving her her morning pleasure. " I'm only working ½ a day today," she said rather dreamily. " I should be home around 1 or so. Make sure the guest room is ready by then. You're going to be busy this afternoon. I want you showered, shaved and naked when I get home, except for your pretty new shoes of course. Do you understand everything I've said?" " Well, I heard everything you said, and it will be done before you get home, but I don't understand what is going on," I mumbled into her slick slit. " It's not for you to worry your sissy little ass about, just suffice to say, all that you have fantasized about may come true this weekend," she said with a smile, " and possibility, some of mine. You do want me to continue on the road you sent me on, don't you? You do enjoy me treating you this way, don't you? Didn't you tell me you get very excited by a forceful man using you as his cum slut? Don't you like to watch a real man please your wife?" " Yes, yes, to everything," I blurted as she grabbed my hair and pulled me to her face. A quick kiss on the lips and she pushed me away, to start getting ready for work. After Heather left for the office, I started on the guest room. I knew the sheets were clean, but it hadn't been used in about a month, so I did some dusting and minor touch up. The windows were a bit dusty, so I had to clean them as well. This required me to spray and wipe the panes with the curtains wide open. I noticed our neighbor, Rob, working in his side yard. Wearing the heels, it put my panty-clad cock in full view. He must have detected the movement, because he looked over at the window. He watched for a while, then smiled at me. I was so embarrassed, I closed the blinds and decided to finish them later. By now it was nearing noon, so I went to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. After cleaning the kitchen, I took my shower and shaved extra close. I remembered the old Gillett commerical, where the guy used a credit card to see if he got a close shave. I could hear the card on my cheek and throat, so I shaved again, with much better results. It was 12: 45, so I took off my panties and threw them in the hamper. I didn't know what she had planned, but I figured if she wanted me naked, I wouldn't be wearing them again tonight. I sat in the living room, resting in a chair that showed the driveway, but kept me out of sight. Cuckold Chronicles: Damon At 1:10, she pulled into the garage. I was waiting at the door when she walked in. She had several packages in her hands, so she handed them to me. She put the straps of her purse to my mouth, so I took it in my teeth. Heather put her hands on my shoulders and turned me around, pushing my head forward so I would bend over. I was startled by a sharp smack on my ass, followed quickly by a second on the other cheek. The only words she uttered, were, " follow me." I followed her to our bedroom. She took the packages from my hands, but left her purse in my mouth, commenting it was "a nice gag for the time being." She rummaged through one bag and pulled out something I had never seen before, never dreamed of before. It was black, soft leather, about 6" long and maybe 2" in diameter. It had laces running the length, with a leather loop attached to one end with only a small hole. The odd thing was, the laces started at the open end, seemed backwards to me, and the laces looked way, way too long for whatever it was supposed to be. They hung down almost 4 feet. The open end had a small sack, gathered together by what looked like elastic, hanging down. " Put your hands behind your back, up off your waist," was all she said since our greeting at the door. She then knelt down in front of me. Just seeing her in that position starting getting me excited. She saw my arousal and giggled, then gave me a sharp smack on the cock. That of course, took care of that problem. When she started to slip the contraption over my cock, I started to realize what it was. It was a leather sleeve, intended to numb and incapacitate a cock. " Did you notice the little pee hole at the tip? Now if you have to pee, you'll have to sit down like a girl. Since you're going to be dressed like a sissy girl, you will have to act like one. Wasn't that considerate of me?," she said through a series of giggles. Once the sleeve was in place, she spread the sack open and pushed my balls inside. She started pulling the laces tight, not too tight, but enough to make a snug fit. When she finished with the laces, she looped the ends around and through the leather D-ring at the end next to the head of my cock. Now I knew why the laces were so long. She pushed my leather-bound cock down and between my legs, followed by the long laces. The laces were pulled up my butt crack and pulled to the front around my waist. She tied it off with a bow and smiled at her handiwork. The sack for my balls was obvious now, it was designed to keep the sleeve from sliding off. Now came the acid test. She gently ran her finger across my cock, tucked away, out of view. I started to swell, but the tightness of laces and the angle of my cock, caused enough discomfort to squash any idea of an erection. Pleased with herself, she took the purse out of my mouth and told me to draw her a bubble bath, scented with her favorite lilac bath oil. I heard the rustling of the bags while I was in the bathroom filling the tub. I shut off the water when it reached the proper depth, then went to inform Heather that her bath was ready. I walked into the bedroom to find a new oufit laying on the bed. It was a beautiful lace black teddy, with garter clips hanging down. Sitting beside it were black nylon stockings with a seam down the back. I didn't know if I was suppose to get dressed, so I went looking for Heather. I found her in the living room, talking on her cell phone. She did not look happy at all. " No, no, I understand, business is business. I know you don't want this any more than I do. When do you get back? (pause) Ok, so maybe we can get together next week? (pause) Oh yeah, he'll be here, as a matter of fact, the little sissy boy is standing right here. (pause) You're right, he should be kneeling. (pause) Really? (pause) Ok, let me put it on speakerphone." Heather spread her legs and smiled at me. " Kneel down here." I lowered myself down and rested my ass on my heels. She pushed a button on the phone and said, " He's on the floor in front of me now." A man's voice came over the phone. " Well, limp dick, we finally get to talk. Are you dressed up pretty for your Mistress?" " No," I replied, " I only have heels on." I could hear him laughing and Heather was giggling as well. " Have you enjoyed the presents I've sent you?", the voice asked. " I sure have enjoyed the delivery process, as well as the delivery vehicle. From the way your wife acts, it would seem she likes the way I " load" your gifts. Your wife has a way of bringing out "the essence of my being," if you get my drift." Heather jumped in, "I'll say he enjoyed your deliveries. In fact, I'd say he gobbled them up!" With that, they both broke out laughing. " I was going to have him completely dressed in his new outfit when you got here," Heather continued, "but I'll save that for next week. By the way, he's lying to you, that's not all that he's wearing." " Looks like I'll have to teach you not to lie, won't I, Cucky?" the voice said, just a bit irritated. " I didn't mean to lie, I thought you were talking about clothes. I'm sorry, but I don't even know your name," I whispered meekly. " I know you're sorry, that's why I have to pleasure your wife, because you can't, and my name is not your concern. You will refer to me as Sir," he said with a snarl in his tone. " Heather, baby, you said he was running you a bath, is it ready?" Heather looked down at me and I nodded yes. " limp dick says it's ready, why?, she asked. " Get rid of the bitch and go get in the tub, I want to talk some things over with you. I'll enjoy our chat more knowing you're naked and slippery," he said with a soft laugh. " Take the phone off speaker, I'll hold on." " Go marinade a couple of steaks for dinner, and stay out of the bedroom until I call you," she told me with grin. At that, she got up and walked to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. I was left kneeling on the floor, humiliated, with the swelling in my trussed-up cock, becoming very uncomfortable. I thought to myself how lucky I was to have a wife that understood my needs and was willing to nurture them. As I got up to tend to dinner, I smiled, reflecting that Heather probably was thinking the same thing about me. What a great marriage we have. About 45 minutes later, I was called to the bedroom. Heather was sitting on the seat that folds out at the end of the tub, shaving her legs. " Come here, dickless, it's time you learned a new chore around here," she said while rinsing the soap off her legs. She spread her legs wide and handed me the lather. " From now on, it will be your job to make sure my pussy is nice and smooth for my lovers. Soap me up and make sure none goes inside. I'm sure you're going to be careful, aren't you? Image what I'll do to you while you're sleeping, if you cut me down there. That's good, short strokes, you're doing fine. Ok, rinse of the soap. Now the best way to see if you missed anything is to use your tongue." She grabbed my head and pushed it into her crotch. I ran my tongue all around, inside and out, checking for roughness. First time I had ever tongued a pussy solely to check for smoothness. I found two small spots, and promptly shaved them clean. " Now, up above," she cooed. I looked up and she had drawn a small heart shape with her eyebrow pencil. She handed me the bar of soap and I figured out this wouldn't require much lather. I made the area soapy and a minute later, I was staring at a beautiful little heart. She handed me a small pair of trimming scissors and I trimmed the hair left in the international symbol of love and intimacy. Heather had never looked so beautiful, sexy and desirable as she did right at that moment. Sitting naked on the edge of the seat, legs spread, showing off her shaved pussy and manicured heart. " Stand up and come here," Heather told me. " As I'm sure you've guessed by now, my plans for tonight got shot down. So I guess we won't need this for the time being." She untied the laces around my waist, pulling them out of my crack, letting them hang down to the floor. " You're going to have to learn to put this on by yourself, it will be part of your ensemble when I dress up my little sissy." After easing my balls from the sack, she loosened the laces on the length and pulled it off completely. " This is called a CB48 Constraint/Chastity Device. I think we need a simpler name for it. How about calling it the LDH, the Limp Dick Holder, or maybe just the cuckold sleeve? " I think the cuckold sleeve will be easier to remember," I said sheepishly. " Then cuckold sleeve it is," Heather announced, with a smug smile. " Now go pick yourself out a pair of black panties, some old black stockings, not the new ones on the bed and put your heels back on. That is how I want you dressed when you are home, propriety allowing, of course. You may change the colors from day to day, and we may have to get you more heels, but you know what I want, right? Good, now get dressed and lay out some panties and a cover for me. Then we'll check on the guest room before we start dinner." While Heather was drying off and fixing her hair, I laid out her things, then starting putting on my own. She came out, slipped on her things and motioned for me to follow her. We went to the guest room. As soon as we walked in, I remembered I hadn't finished. Not only had I not finished the windows, but I never vacuumed. I had no idea how Heather would respond to me not doing as she ordered when I was in " sissy mode". This would be my first misstep in our little game. She walked around, running her finger across the dresser, the top of the headboard and bedside table. " It's dark in here, open the curtain," she said casually. I stood to one side and pulled the cord. As soon as they were open, the smile left her face. She walked to the window and ran her finger across the sill. Looking at her dirty finger, she held it to my mouth, and shoved it in. " Is this what you call clean? Look at this window! I'm waiting to hear your lame ass excuse for this." " I was cleaning the window when Rob saw me, so I closed the blinds, intending to go back later and finish," I said meekly. H: " What do you mean, Rob saw you?" D: " He saw me in my panties, cleaning the window. The heels made me tall enough, he could see them. He waved at me and smiled. H: " Did he do anything else?" D: " Not that I saw. I closed the blinds real quick. Heather got a big smile on her face. " Interesting", she muttered. " Well, I don't care if the whole Marine Corp is out there, I want this room clean. I also noticed you didn't vacuum, make sure you do that as well. When you're finished, come find me and we'll discuss your punishment." She walked out of the room toward our bedroom. Thirty minutes later, I had finished up the room and went looking of her. I found her in the den, sitting at the computer. She was playing cards. That in itself was unusual for her, but what really caught my attention was, she had changed clothes. She was now wearing jeans, sneakers and a nice tee shirt. Spinning in her chair, she looked me up and down, her smile fading as she did. " Kneel down," she said pointing in front of her. " I have never had to punish you before, so this is all new to me. I need a straight answer from you, not what you think I want to hear, but the truth. Think you can handle that, Limp Dick?" " Of course, I've never lied to you," I blurted out. H: What is the real reason you didn't finish cleaning? D: I just forgot to go back. H: Don't give me that, your dick may be useless, but your mind is still sharp as ever. You don't just forget things. D: Well, maybe I was just embarrassed by Rob seeing me. He's one of my best friends. H: Know what I think? I think you did it on purpose. I think you want to be punished. I think you're hoping for a spanking, or maybe you want me to parade you around the block on a leash. Am I right? D: I don't think I did it on purpose, but maybe somewhere deep inside I did. I wouldn't mind a spanking, it would reinforce my submissiveness to you. H: I don't think I could spank or hit you. That's not to say I won't stop one of my friends from giving you a red ass for disobeying. Think you'd like that as much? D: I suppose I would, if you were there to make sure it didn't get out of hand. H: It appears to me you would enjoy a spanking, now what kind of punishment would that be? No, what you need is something that will sink in, something to make you think twice before disappointing me again. Until I tell you different, you are no longer my bitch. No more panties laid out for you, no more cleaning the cum out of my freshly fucked pussy. Now go change into something more appropriate for a man in your social position. D: No, no, please don't do this to me. I'll be better, I promise. Please, please!! H: It's time for you to fire up the grill, go change. I dejectedly left the room and went to the bedroom to change. I was on the verge of tears. I was so happy serving Heather, being at her beck and call. I thrived on the humiliation and degradation. Now it was all gone. I sadly put men's underwear on for the first time in months. After donning some slacks and a nice polo shirt, I slipped on some socks and my loafers. I sadly went out to the patio and started the grill on pre-heat. When I went to the kitchen to get the steaks, I found Heather preparing baked potatoes. As she wrapped them in foil, she turned to me and asked, " Do you have room on the grill for these? Or should I put them in the oven? They'll take about an hour in here." " Does it matter what I think," I spat out. "Don't give me that attitude, you're the one that wanted to be punished. Have you forgotten that I'm being punished too? No more breakfast in bed, no more morning pleasures to get me prepared for the day. And just who do you think is going to have to paint my finger and toe nails now? I'll have draw my own bath and iron my own clothes for the next day. So don't make yourself out to be a martyr. The longer you mope around being surly, the longer the punishment will be. Now I'll ask again, where do you want to cook the potatoes?" She may not be using me as her bitch, but she did put me in my place. She made a lot of sense,. I looked into those green eyes that had captivated me so many years ago. I whispered, "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and turned to go. " That's all you have to say? Isn't there something else you want to say before you go," she said bitterly. I walked back to her smiling, saying, " I'll cook the potatoes on the grill." She was laughing as I quickly walked out of the kitchen, but not quick enough to avoid getting hit in the back of the head with a wet dish towel. That weekend was very quiet, not like the ones we had had for the last month or so. Heather had me ask Rob over for a cookout on Sunday afternoon. She was trolling for some gossip. Rob and his wife had been our neighbors for about 5 years before they got divorced about 6 months ago. She wanted an excuse to find out what had happened and if he was seeing anyone. Other than a sly grin when he arrived, he made no mention of my attire on Friday. Could it be that he didn't see anything? I guess time will tell. Heather was her charming self, getting lots of details out of Rob. I suppose the bikini she was wearing helped a lot with getting him to open up. That and the case of beer I bought. Turns out Rob had one affair too many and Sandy got fed up and left. The only thing said out of line was when Heather commented it was a shame that he and Sandy didn't have an open marriage, so they both could have their fun without ruining a good relationship. Rob started to say something but I quickly changed the subject to football. Rob left shortly after that and Heather and I cleaned up and retired for the night. I wasn't very happy enduring my punishment but I tried to look happy. Wednesday afternoon, Heather called from work and said she wanted to go out to eat tonight. I had started waiting to get dressed until Heather was getting dressed, just in case she laid something out for me. I guess I hadn't been punished enough, because when she got home, I was admonished for not being dressed yet. I quickly got changed and asked where she wanted to go. " I want to try that new Italian restaurant down on Lexington. I've heard rave reviews from some friends," she said. " Sounds good to me," I replied, grabbing my keys. We were there in a few minutes and were impressed with the décor. Since it was still a bit early, the place wasn't very busy. We were led to a table and seated. As my habit, I sit facing the door, something about Wild Bill Hickok, I suppose. There were maybe twenty people seated at the tables around us. Heather was smiling when we sat down. While I was perusing the menu, the man sitting behind us, finished his meal. He bumped into me as he was scooting his chair back. " Oh, excuse me, " he said with a disarming smile. " These tables are a bit close together. Enjoy your meal." He left and that was that, so they say. We ordered our food and chatted about our day. As we finished up our salads, the entrée's came. I wanted to order the veal, but Heather insisted I try the fettuccini alfredo. " I've heard it's out of the world," she claimed. Just when we were starting to eat, the waiter came to table with a small box in his hand. " Excuse me madam, but a gentleman has asked me to bring this to you," he said nervously. " I hope I did right thing in accepting it. Should I discard it?" " Well I'm flattered someone would send me something, and don't worry about it, I'm sure it will be fine." She opened the box and smiled from ear to ear. " Don't keep me in suspense, dear, what is it? " I'll show you later," was all she said as she went back to eating. I took a few more bites and promptly dropped a noodle on my lap, missing the napkin by an inch. " I'll be back in a minute, need to clean my pants," I whispered and showed her the mess. " I'll be here," she said in sing song voice. I came back and we finished our meal. Heather had a silly grin as I used some bread to finish up the last of the sauce. " How was it," she asked as I put the last of the bread in my mouth. " Fantastic, superb, excellent," I exclaimed. "Best I've ever had." " You really liked that sauce, didn't you," she said trying to suppress her giggle. " Oh yes, wonder what they do different from other restaurants?" " If you really want to know, look under your plate," Heather choked out through her laughter. I tilted the plate and peeked underneath. I couldn't believe my eyes. A used condom was laying on the table under my plate. I put the plate back down quickly. I looked at Heather in shock. " How? When?" Was all I could get out. Heather handed me the gift box. " Put it back in the box." Her smile was fading as I stared at her. " We can talk about this here or in the car, which would you prefer? In either case put it back in the box," this time her tone wasn't as nice. I opened the box and slid the rubber back in. I sat in silence looking at my wife, wondering what she was up to. " Guess that means you want to talk in the car. Ok, I'm ready to go home," she said as she stood up. " Coming dear?" After paying the check, I met her at the car. " Ok, now explain," I demanded. " How did that get there and who's was it? Who sent that to you? I want to know NOW!" " Darling," she said sweetly, " You're talking too much again. Here, suck on this while I explain." That's when I noticed she had taken the condom back out of the box. She once again stuck her finger in the end and fed it into my mouth, making me suck it inside out, into my mouth. She left just the ring on the end sticking out of my lips. " I saw, what is it you call him, ah yes, Sir today, while I was on my lunch break. It had to be a lot quicker than either of us wanted, but it relieved some pent up stress from both of us. The plan was for me to allow you to wear panties tonight and feed it to you again. But when you dropped your food, the chance was too good to pass up. I moved to your seat and squeezed all the cum onto your alfredo. I mixed it in just a little and left the gift under your plate. You sure did like that sauce, didn't you? By the way, how did you like meeting the man you call Sir? He was sitting right next to us. He even had words with you." Cuckold Chronicles: Damon " That was him?" I mumbled with my mouth full. " When did you two plan all this?" " Remember when you talked with him on the phone last week?" she asked so sweetly. "Do you remember him saying he wanted to talk to me while I was in the tub? Well, we talked about when we could meet again and how to humiliate you some more before you get to meet him. We did plan on the box being delivered to the table, but when you got what was inside was a spur of the minute thing. Now be honest, are you really upset?" She reached over and pulled the condom out of my mouth, putting it back in the box. D: " As your husband I am outraged. If I was your panty clad cum slut, I would have loved the humiliation and embarrassment. I don't like these kind of things without being dressed as your bitch. Does that make sense to you?" H: " I suppose you have a point. So, are you ready to be my sissy bitch again? Are you planning on disobeying me again?" D: " No, no, I won't make that mistake again." H: " Good, then unbuckle your pants and unzip them. I have a present for you." I did as I was told. Heather then opened the fly on my briefs and fished out my cock. She reached in her purse and pulled out a small baby blue g-string. She laid my cock inside it and laid the scant material across my lap. " Now, fix your pants so we can go home. Welcome back bitch," she said with a smirk. While I was driving Heather called Sir. She told him what had happened. I could hear his laughter over the phone. I saw her push a button on the phone and hold it in the air between us. " Welcome back, Cum Slut," said a voice from the phone. "Did you enjoy your punishment?" " No," was all I said, rather bitterly. Mans voice: " No, what?" D: " No, Sir" MV: " That's better. I understand you really enjoyed your meal. Shouldn't you thank me for the special ingredient to your sauce?" D: " Thank you, Sir, it was delicious. MV: " Do you know why we have been feeding you my loads?" D: " Because I'm a worthless cum slut?" MV: " That's a pretty good description. Hopefully it won't be long before you get it from the source, not second hand." D: " I would like that Sir, if it is what Heather wants." MV: " Fair enough. Heather baby, I'll talk to you tomorrow, maybe set something up for this weekend." H: " I'll be looking forward to your call. Good night. ( kiss kiss ) When we got home, Heather had me change into the g-string, stockings and heels. She changed into her usual attire, panties and the see-through cover. While I was busy in the kitchen, I heard her on the phone. I couldn't make out any of the conversation, but it sounded like plans being made. Heather hung up the phone and told me we were going to inspect the guest room again. She walked in first and turned on the light. She went straight to the window, with the blinds wide open. Since it was dark out, it was hard to see anything outside, but if someone was out there, they would have a clear view in the room. Heather motioned me over to the window, so we were both now standing in the open. She would have me turn this way and that to look at different spots. Finally she said it looked good and we left the room. Heather said she was tired and was going to bed. I was allowed to take off the stockings and heels, but as usual, I had to sleep in the panties. Thursday was nothing out of the ordinary. I did my chores around the house in the bright pink bikini panties and white stockings that Heather laid out before leaving for work. She called during the day to tell me not to bother with dinner, we would order out if we got hungry. When she got home, she told me to fix her a drink and meet her in the den. She went to the bedroom to change. When she came into the den, She was only wearing a thong and her 2" slippers. She had a few items in her hand, though I couldn't make out what they were. She sat down and took a sip from her drink. I knelt down on front of her. I saw that mischievous smile of hers and I knew this was going to be something special. Sitting her drink down, she smiled and picked up one of the items. It was eye shades to help keep out light when you sleep during the day. " Tonight, my little bitch, we are going to try some sensory deprivation," she said with a smile. "Let's see if your other senses compensate for your loss of sight." She then handed me the blinds to put on. These were only two small circles, designed to cover the eye sockets. Next she put a full blindfold on me, to ensure I couldn't see a thing. The next thing I felt was my hands being pulled behind my back and the cold steel around my wrist as she clamped the handcuffs on me. Next I felt the cuffs around my ankles. Then the last pair of cuffs connected the wrist to the ankles, effectively hog-tying me. I heard rustling around, sounds that appeared to her walking around, feeling a wisp of air when she walked by. I could sense that she was very near, I could smell her perfume, and her scent. Then I smelt another scent, smelled like cologne, or soap. I heard the sound of a zipper being undone, clothes dropping on the floor, I can hear someone sit on the couch, right in front of me. I feel a foot rubbing my crotch through my panties. " Scoot a little closer, panty boy," Heather whispered, in a very husky voice. I felt a hand on the back of my head, pushing it down and forward at the same time. My first shock was feeling a hairy leg with my cheek. The second came when someone grabbed my hair and pulled my head back a little. Then I felt it, a soft cock, slapping my face, rubbing my lips, parting my lips and sliding into my waiting mouth. My tongue started swirling around the head. I was leaning as far as I could to get more and more of his cock inside my mouth. I was just getting a good rhythm going when I felt his body change positions. Now instead of sitting in front of me, he was laying down, half on his side and half on his back, sort of twisted around. Then I heard the moans and smelled the unmistakable aroma of a woman's arousal. I heard him humming and grunting while, I assume, he was eating my wife's pussy. I inched forward, having to use my face to find his cock again. I couldn't reach it because now it was hard and all I could touch with my tongue was the base. A hand pushed my head to his balls, so I started licking and kissing. After a few minutes, I heard Heather tell him to sit up, that she needed more than just his tongue. I felt him moving, so I sat up as much as I could. I felt a soft pair of lips against mine, then a tongue slip into my mouth. " You've been a good slut so far," she whispered to me, " don't let me down." I realized she must have been sitting on his lap, because she put a hand on either side of my face to pull me forward, then push my head down to his cock. That is when I felt her pussy against his cock. When I went down on his cock, my nose was against her hot love box. He was arching his back, she was rubbing her pussy and I was trying to satisfy them both. Finally I felt a hand push on my forehead. I backed off a little and felt her small patch of hair brush my nose as she slide his cock in to her dripping honey pot. He started bucking up and down, in and out while Heather grabbed my hair and held my mouth to her clit. She was screaming and panting, he was pumping and gasping. I guessed Heather came 3 times while I was held there. Finally after about 15 minutes of ruthless pounding, he finally filled her with his hot juice. They both just sat there, still joined, with my face resting on his thigh. Heather raised her hips just enough for his spent cock to plop out of her well used pussy and onto my face. " Lick it clean, cum slut," Heather said with obvious glee, " He has to be going soon." That was when it dawned on me. He hadn't said a single word the entire time he had been there. I heard some whispering, but couldn't make anything of it. Heather started giggling. " He says you look like you're licking an all day sucker." I finished up and heard someone getting dressed. I also heard kissing and a few little moans. Then they walked out of the den, towards the front door. I heard it close and I heard someone come back into the den. I felt the blindfold and the blinders being pulled off. The first sight I saw was my beautiful Heather, smiling at me. She gave me a big deep kiss and unlocked the 3 sets of cuffs. Heather sat on the couch, with her ass on the edge. She spread her legs wide and gave me her sexiest grin, along with her crooked finger giving a "come hither" gesture. I dove right in and started cleaning my darling wife's freshly fucked pussy. I'm not sure which one of us enjoyed the evening more. I was in heaven. When we went to bed, Heather was so happy with my performance, she allowed me to jerk off on hers tits. I was doubly rewarded when she ordered her bitch to lick them clean. I am so lucky to have a wife like Heather. Friday came and went without anything out of the usual. Saturday morning started as so many had, I got up and started the laundry, while Heather got to sleep in. I, of course, was still wearing my panties from yesterday. As I was sorting the different loads, I took off my panties and added them to the load of light colors. I was now walking around the house in only my heels which, by the way, I was very comfortable in now. I went to the kitchen and scrambled a few eggs in a bowl, to prepare breakfast for when Heather finally awoke. While I was fluffing the mixture, I heard a tiny bell ringing. I walked through the house until I heard it coming from our room. Heather was lying on the bed with a big smile on her face, ringing a small glass bell. " Just checking on your training," she said with a smile. " I picked this up yesterday. I thought it would make things easier, so you would know when I needed you. Whenever you hear this bell, I expect you to come immediately. Nod if you understand. Good. Glad we have that out of the way. Now I'd like some breakfast, and put some panties on, you look ridiculous walking around like that." I went to my panty drawer and pulled out a pair of light green French cut panties. I held them up and Heather nodded her approval. I went back to the kitchen and cooked the eggs and made some toast. I put the plate on the tray, along with her orange juice and coffee, and took it to the Lady of the Manor. I sat it across her lap and waited for her reaction. After sampling the eggs and coffee, she nodded her approval. She motioned for me to sit at her feet. I sat down, feeling a sense of foreboding in the air. She gave me that angelic look that always melts my heart and willpower. " We're going to have company today," she said between bites. " I left a grocery list on the 'frig. He should be here around noon. Before then we both have to be bathed, shaved and be dressed appropriately. You can leave the laundry for tomorrow. Run me a bubble bath, then go get the groceries. By the time you get back, you can finish my shaving and pick out my clothes. Now get dressed, we don't want to have to rush." I slipped off my heels and changed into my street clothes. I went to the store and picked up all the ingredients for lasagna, along with 2 bottles of wine. I got back to the house about 45 minutes later. I quickly stripped off my clothes and put my heels back on. I went to the tub and Heather was still shaving her legs. I just stood there waiting for her instructions. " That was quick," she said, " did you get everything on the list?" " Yes, plus I picked up some garlic bread," I replied. " Good. I'm not quite ready for you yet. Go pick me out some clothes, sexy but still casual. Think you can handle that? Yes, ma'am. Maybe a loose skirt with a blouse? It would be comfortable and still provide easy access if that is what you want?" " I like the way you think, just make sure the blouse is a button up the front and it isn't too loose. I want to show off my figure some. " Yes, dear. I'll lay them on the bed right away. Will you be wanting stockings and heels?" " Heels yes, but I don't want to take away from your ensemble. Only one of us needs to be in stockings today. Now go, I'm just about ready for you." I went to the closet and started shifting through her clothes. I picked out a dark blue pleated skirt that I remembered came almost to mid thigh. Nice and short, the way I like it, and I figured she would too. Next I found a light yellow blouse that I knew was tight around the bust, so that would meet her requirements. Now came her undergarments. I picked out a black shelf bra that hooked in the front and a black g-string. I picked black for the bra so it would be visible through the light colored blouse, and I knew her nipples would be on display. Lastly was a pair of 3" dark blue heels. I laid everything out neatly on the bed and went back to the tub. Heather had just pulled the plug to drain the tub and was sitting on the seat, waiting for me. Without a word, I knelt down and she handed me the razor and soap. My cock started swelling as I looked at her junction. I dabbed the cream on and carefully started shaving her womanhood. It didn't take long before I was touching up her pubic heart. No trimming was necessary this time, so I rinsed her off and leaned forward to check my work. Smooth as a baby's bottom. She held my head there for a minute, then pushed me away and stood up. " Lets see what you picked out for me to wear for another man," she said with a lilt in her voice. "Oo, nice outfit, I especially like the black bra. You know he's going to see my nipples through this shirt, don't you? Is that what you want? You want me to show off my tits in front of other men? Well, if that's what you want, guess I'll have to do what it takes to keep my husband happy. Now slip my panties on, nice and slow. I'm going to tell him you picked these clothes out and you dressed me for him. I'm sure he's going to tell you that a real man wouldn't be doing these things. OK, put my bra on me, now hook it, and no funny business. I better adjust these tits myself, you don't deserve to play my tits, do you? That's right, only real men with hard cocks get to do that. Now the blouse, no, leave those 2 buttons open. Ok the skirt, that's good, zip it up. Put my heels on. Perfect, you made some good choices here. You just might get a reward later, if my friend likes what you picked out as well." " Who is coming over? Have I met him? What's he like? Does he know about me?" " All your questions will be answered soon enough. Now go shower and shave. I'll have your outfit on the bed when you get out. I want you to come find me after you put on each item." When I came out of the bathroom, as promised, my attire for the rest of the day was laid out on the bed. The black lace teddy with garters, the black stockings, the cuckold sleeve, the collar and leash and my heels were laying there calling me to transform into her sissy bitch. And I couldn't have been more happy. Also on the bed was a small overnight bag. I started with the cuckold sleeve, slipping my slightly hard cock into the leather tube, then stretching the elastic sac open to push my little balls in. I tried to remember how Heather did it the last time. I pulled the laces snug, not tight and pushed my dinky cock between my legs. It wasn't easy reaching behind and under my ass to grab the laces, but I finally managed to do it. Pulling them up my ass crack, I brought them around my waist and tied them off with a bow. It looked and felt right so I went in search of my angel. I found her on the patio, sipping some iced tea. I went & stood in front of her waiting for her approval. She smiled, oh how I love that smile, and gestured for me to turn around. I came back around and she gave me a thumbs up, so I went back to the room. I pulled the teddy over my head and snapped the crotch. After making sure the straps were straight, I went to be inspected again. I went back to the patio and Heather again gestured for me to turn. " Spread your feet and bend over," she said softly. As I did, I felt her soft hand caress my ass and slide between my legs, feeling the cuckold sleeve. " Stand up and face me," she said with a sharp smack on my ass. I straightened up quick and turned to look at her. She ran her hand between my legs again and felt my covered cock. " Can't even notice your have a cock," she sneered. "Go put on the rest and get back here." I hurried back and pulled on the stockings and the heels. Attaching the hose to the garters isn't the easiest thing to do, but I managed. The last item was the collar with leash attached. She hadn't used that on me for a while, but I guess she wanted me to know my place.` When I came back, she had moved inside to the couch. As I walked into the living room, she held her hand to stop me while I was still about 10 feet away. She, once again, gave me the signal to turn around. I spun slowly, allowing her to get a good look. She was smiling, appearing to proud of her choice in attire for me. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. I went down on all fours and crawled towards her, following that crooked finger bidding me closer. She pulled up her skirt and spread her legs open , patting the inside of her thigh. I laid my head on her thigh, giving it gentle kisses. "Well, my little slut puppy, we seem to have about an hour and a half before our guest gets here," she said while stroking my hair. " I've been thinking. We may do things today that are new for you. If something is a problem, or if you want to call a halt to our games, we should have a safe word. At any time you or I want to stop, all we have to say is sauerkraut. Is that ok with you? He and I have already talked about this, although he doesn't know the word. He understands limits, and he is willing to accept ours. Are you good with this? I knew you would be. You're such a good husband, letting me do this and I know you like it too. Enough talking for now. Go finish the laundry. Did you notice the bag on the bed? Good. Take it to the guest room and unpack it, put everything away. I'm sure you'll figure out where it all goes. Before you start all that though, get me some more tea, and bring me my crossword book. Any questions? Good. Now off with you, sissy boy." I went about my duties. After bringing Heather her drink and book, I went to the laundry room. I put the first load of laundry in the dryer, then started the second. I went and got the bag from the bed. As soon as I opened it, I realized this wasn't going to be a normal visit from one of her lovers. As I emptied the bag I came across a light blue baby doll with matching stockings and my travel kit for shaving. It was obvious I was staying in the guest room, so he must be spending the night. She had never done this before. I was just finishing folding the laundry when I heard the doorbell ring. I felt a chill run down my spine as I went to the living room. Heather was just walking back from the window. She came over and took my leash. She led me to the front door and pulled down so I would go to my knees. She put the leash in my mouth and went back to the couch. " Open the door and welcome the man of the house," she said excitedly, " at least for the rest of the weekend, that is." I opened the door and got my first good look at the man that had been pleasuring my wife for the last two weeks. He looked be just shy of 6 feet tall, maybe 180 lbs. I would say above average in looks, with brown hair and green eyes, that flashed with mischief. As expected, he broke out laughing as soon as he saw me. He had a small bag in his hand. He stepped inside and took the leash from my mouth, exchanging it for the straps of his bag. " It's no wonder your wife has to find a man to satisfy her," he said mockingly. " Look at you, you're pathetic, can't even call you a man without maligning all the other men. Take me to your wife, sissy boy." Cuckold Chronicles: Damon I led him out of the foyer and into the living room. Heather was sitting so seductively on the couch. She got a big smile when she saw me lead him in. " Damon!" she squealed, jumping up off the couch. Damon walked past me to greet her, jerking the leash as he went. Her arms went around his neck as his went around her waist, pulling her in tight for a very deep kiss. He pulled the leash again and I was pulled close to their embrace. I watched his hands slide down and grab her ass in a gentle grope. Heather peeked down at me and gave me that award winning smile. " Go put his bag in the bedroom and then come back and fix him a drink. He likes Scotch and water, easy on the water." I mumbled a " yes ma'am " through the handle of the bag and crawled off to the bedroom. A minute later as I crawled through the living room, I saw them on the couch, mauling each other. I walked back in with his drink and knelt at their feet for my next instruction. Heather broke the kiss and Damon reached over for his drink. She didn't even bother looking at me, when she said, " Unbutton his shirt." She was busy running her hands all over his body. Once I had his shirt open, she looked at me and ordered, " Since you're not man enough to suck on my tits, you can suck on his while you take his shirt off. I can tell you from personal experience, he loves that." I leaned over and started pulling his shirt off his shoulders while running my tongue around his nipple. I felt something next to my face and saw Heather sucking on the other one. " AH, that feels great, a slut and a MILF sucking on each nip," Damon moaned. " Unfasten my pants and take them off, bitch. Shoes first, cum sucker, how do you expect to get them off over my shoes." While I was busy with his clothes, he was unbuttoning her blouse. He marveled at her bra with the exposed nipples, as he leaned in and flicked his tongue across the hardening nubs. " You look so sexy, baby, I love the outfit you picked out," he said between licking and sucking. " I didn't pick it out, my big he-man husband did," she struggled to get out through her laughter. " As a matter of fact he dressed me for you as well. He also shaved my pussy so you could enjoy yourself. Didn't you, sissy boy?" " Yes Mistress." Damon: " You did? What kind of a man would dress his wife up so sexily for another man? My mistake, you're not a man, are you? You're nothing more than a limp dick cum slut. But I am intrigued about the shaved pussy. Since you shaved it for me, I think you should present it to me. Take my hand and put it on your wife's pussy for me." During their bouts of laughter and giggles, I lifted her skirt and laid it above her waist. I then took his hand and placed it on her crotch. Damon just shook his head in disbelief. " I said her pussy, not her sexy panties that you picked out for her. Put my hand on her PUSSY! I quickly pulled her panties away from her sex and took his hand and pushed it inside. I watched as his hand moved slowly up and down, then seemed to wiggle a bit front and back. Heather sure seemed to enjoy whatever he was doing, because her hips started rising to meet his hand, letting out a soft moan. She reached over and grabbed the tent that had formed in his boxers. He pulled his hand out and unsnapped her bra, massaging her breast and tweaking her nipples, eliciting another moan from my wife. He slipped her blouse and bra off her shoulders and she pulled her arms out, letting it fall on the couch. He stood up and offered Heather his hand. " Take off my shorts, wimpy," he ordered. As I was doing that, they were kissing once again. From my position, I could smell Heathers arousal growing. That heavenly scent I love so much, but this time, it wasn't for me. I gently pulled his shorts away from his waist, to get them over his rather large erection, and pulled them down, picking up one foot at a time so he could step out of them. Heather's hand slid down and grabbed his cock, which I guessed to be about 8" long and a bit over average in girth. She pointed it at me and shook the head at me. I thought she wanted me closer, so I walked on my knees until I was right next to them. I opened my mouth and she started slapping my cheeks and tongue with his weapon, which was hard as steel. " You see what I was talking about?" She told him. " He wants to suck this beautiful cock, just like I have. Well, you'll get your chance during clean up time, slut. You haven't forgotten someone has to clean his cum out of me, plus clean his cock have you?" " No, Mistress," I replied, with a hint of a question and a bit more than confusion in my voice. While Heather was talking to me, Damon unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor, leaving in only her g-string and heels. God, was she sexy looking. " Do, you have question, bitch?," He asked with disdain " Not a question Sir, but I'm confused," I stammered. " I have sucked your cock Sir, just 2 nights ago, while I was blindfolded and shackled." " I think your brain withered up with your cock," he snorted, " This is the first time I've ever been here. I've only had 3 of my loads delivered to you." " OH, pooh," Heather spat at me, pretending to be pouting, " Now you've ruined your birthday surprise. I don't want to hear another word from you except to acknowledge an order, do you understand? Good! Now take off my panties and get down on all fours." I slide off her panties, handed them to Damon and got down on my hands and knees. While there, I felt their clothes being laid on my back. A tug on my leash and I was following them toward the bedroom. Once in the room, Damon unhooked my leash and dropped it on the floor. Heather and Damon climbed on the bed and laid together kissing and caressing each other. Heather looked over at me and said, " Put the clothes on my make up chair and come over here so you can watch a real man at work." I did as I was told and soon I was kneeling at the edge of the bed. By the time I got there, Damon was eating her pussy and Heather writhing in pleasure. Heather pulled his head up and begged him, " Fuck me now. Give me that hard cock. Show, Useless here, what a real man does with a hot pussy." Damon pulled himself up and positioned his cock at the entrance of her love box. He montioned me up on the bed. " Take one hand and spread her open for me," he said with a tone of authority. " Take my cock in your other hand. Now lick it. Go ahead, get it nice and wet, just with your tongue. Now put it in your wife. Slowly. That's good. Now get out of here, I'm going to give your wife the fucking she wants and deserves. Close the door on the way out. Go start dinner or something." I got off the bed and crawled out, taking one last glance as his cock was sliding in and out of my, obviously ecstatic, wife. Since it was still too early to start dinner, I fixed myself a drink. I spent about an hour trying to do a crossword and listening to the sounds of lovers, getting very excited knowing my dear wife was being pleasured in a way I couldn't handle anymore. I looked at the clock and saw it was now 4:30. I went to the kitchen and started preparing the lasaugna. One of the great things about this meal, is it's easy to put together and you don't have to moniter it while it's cooking. I set the oven to pre-heat and put the garlic bread on a cookie sheet. Just as I was putting the lasaugna in the oven, I heard her tiny bell ringing, from the bedroom. They had been in there for close to 2 hours. Cautiously, I walked to the bedroom door. I went to my knees and knocked twice. " Come in," Heather said softly. I opened the door and crawled in. Heather was sitting up with her back propped against the headboard. Damon was asleep beside her. " Something smells delicious," she whispered, " when will dinner be ready?" " About 45 minutes, give or take a few minutes," I whispered in return. " Good, we've worked up an appetite in here. Come back in 30 minutes with 2 glasses of wine. We'll be having dinner at the table, I've been on my back for too long." Her last statement brought a big smile to her face. Damon starting stirring, so she pointed to door and I crawled out. Half an hour later, I knocked on "their" door. A gruff "come in" was my permission to enter. I walked in with glasses of wine and immediately went to my knees. " If there is nothing else, I'll go finish up dinner. It will be ready in about 10 minutes," I said meekly. Their silence was enough for me to crawl out of the room, accomppied by their laughter and comments. Just a few minutes later they came out. I had just put the bread in the oven. Heather was wearing his dress shirt and Damon was wearing my silk robe. They looked VERY contented. I had the table all set for the three of us, and the pasta was in the middle of the table. After glancing at them, I took the bread out and went to seat them . I sat Heather sat at her usual place at one end of the table. I pulled out the chair at the other end of the table for Damon to sit. This was my chair, the seat of the man of the house; it was no longer mine, not for this weekend. I cut a serving and put it on each place, then went to get the bread. I was just starting to sit down when I noticed the glares from Heather and Damon. " What do you think you're doing," Heather said. " Were you invited to join us? Your place is in the kitchen. Take your food in there, then come back and serve us some bread." Embarassed, I took my plate back to the kitchen and crawled back to give them each a slice of bread. " Guess he doesn't know his place completely, does he honey," Damon said with a sneer. Then looking down at me, he added, " Your dinner starts over there, under the table. I'm proud to say your wife has a very messy pussy waiting for you. You may be too full to have any of this pasta after you clean her up." I crawled under the table to Heather. She was sitting on the edge with her legs spread wide. She had cum running down both legs to her knees. I started licking from the knees up, savoring the taste. It got thicker the higher I went. As dark as it was under the table, I could still make out her red and swollen lips, beckoning me. I started right in, remembering my job, cleaning, not arousal. That did not stop her her letting out a small groan from time to time. After about 10 minutes, she closed her legs, forcing me away from my duty. Without even looking down, I heard her say, mimicking his words " Go clean up Master Damon, I'm proud to say, he has a very messy cock." I could hear her giggling as I turned and crawled to the other end of the table. Spreading open my robe, I saw a cock almost as red as my beloved's nether lips. I softly kissed the head, almost like a soothing gesture from a mother comforting her child. Licking the length, I tasted both of them, savoring the aroma. I found the most cum and strongest scent around and below his balls, which were considerably smaller than earlier. I continued with his rod in my mouth until he pushed me away. I crawled out from the table and awaited their further pleasure. I was dismissed to go and eat my dinner. I heard them talking and laughing while I ate. I kept hearing my name, followed by more laughter. From the dining room, I heard Damon shout, " Cum Slut, get in here!" I crawled in as fast as I could. He had Heather sitting on his lap. " Bring us some wine on the patio, then clean the kitchen. By the way, good dinner, nice to know you can cook as well as suck cock." By the time I cleaned the kitchen and taken care of the left-overs, they were on their 4th glasses of wine. They staggered off to bed, without as much as a " by your leave". I figured I was done for the night, so I went to the guest room to get ready for bed. As much as I have enjoyed Heather telling me to dress like this, I had never been in "bitch" mode for this long. My feet were killing me and my cock was aching to be released. I stripped down and basked in the freedom from the cuckold sleeve. Since I wasn't given anything to sleep in, I just flopped on the bed and faded into sleep. Somewhere around midnight, Damon to came to my room. " Your wife doesn't want to suck my cock until her husband cleans all our juices off, so get to work" Those were the only words he said as he stood beside my head. Heather seemed to have the same idea around 3 AM. She never said a word, she just turned on the light, rolled me to my back and squatted over my face. I used my tongue as an epee, thrusting and parrying trying to clean her the best I could. I was able to sleep another 3 hours before getting up, to make sure they had breakfast, if they were still hungry, considering they had been busy all night. I got up around 7 AM and put on the outfit Heather had packed for me, including the cuckold sleeve. I went to the kitchen and started the coffee. I wasn't going to prepare a breakfast, but we had the basic's for a nice eye opener if they wanted one. Just as I was sitting down to read the paper, I heard the bell. I went to the door, knelt down and knocked. Heather sexily called, "Come in." When I crawled into the room, they were both sitting up. " We'll take our coffee on the patio, he likes his black, straight up. Now stand up so we can check out our bitch." I got to my feet, put my arms out and turned around. When my back to them I was told to bend over and shake my ass. This was one the most embarrassing things I have ever had to do, and my cock was straining against the constraints of it's inprisonment. It was almost as if they knew how I wanted them to abuse me. " Enough, panty boy, we don't have a lot of time left. Meet us on the patio." I brought the coffee to the patio, and sat down on the cool concrete next to Heather, resting my head on her knee, not unlike a faithful dog. She stroked my hair and said so sweetly, " Go run us a bubble bath, no oils or scents. One last thing before you go. Damon mentioned that a real slut wouldn't have hair sticking out of her panties. After you have our bath ready, go shower and shave, not only this bristle pad on your face, but anything covered by your panties. You're about to find out what women have to go through. You have to keep shaving because the stubs are very uncomfortable. Now get your panty ass in there and run our bath." I scurried away to perform my appointed task. As I was going to get them, they walked into the bedroom. Heather grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. We went into the bathroom and Damon started unbuttoning his shirt off Heather, taking lots of time feeling and kissing exposed skin. Heather pushed me towards Damon so I untied the belt of my robe, which he was still wearing, as man of the house. When all their clothes were on the floor, they stepped down into our recessed Turkish bath, one of the finer aminities of the house when we bought it. I always joked it was big enough for 2 people or 3 good friends. Once they were fully submerged, Heather told to go about my duties and to be snappy. I scooted out and rushed to the guest bath. I started the shower and darted across the hall and grabbed my shaving kit. I quickly showered and began the first, but not the last, shaving of my cock and balls. Even I liked the look of no hair poking out of my panties. As fast as I could, I redressed, although putting the cuckold sleeve back on slowed me down, and scurried back to my wife and her lover. I crawled back in just to see him lowering his mouth to her breast. There was a lot of movement under the water, but I have a good idea what they were doing. Whe Heather saw me, she pulled back and leaned away, pulling Damon with her. She was now laying on her back with with this young stud on top of her. Looking at me she said, " Wash his back and don't forget his ass." I took her sponge and began scrubing his back, working my way down to his firm ass. Right after I finished his ass, I heard a phone ringing. I kept working on him, going down to his balls, when he spun around. " That's my phone, go get it quick!" he blurted out. I heard him telling Heather that if someone was calling him this early on a Sunday, it had to be important. I brought him the phone and he pulled up his voice mail. He put it on speaker and I saw the disappointment on both their faces. He had to be at the airport in 3 hours to fly to Chicago. " Damn," he yelled. "I wanted to spend the day with you, in bed. I'm all worked up now. I wanted to to make your husband watch me bring you to the edge of untold bliss, while you screamed my name, instead of his. Shit, all we had planned, now ruined." " Now honey, we both know you don't have any control over these things. Besides, you've got me so sore, I don't know if I could fuck you again anyway. All three of my holes are pretty tender. Just sit here on the seat. I'll get your towel. We still have have a panty clad slut that will take care of you, plus we both wanted to see your cum splattered all over his face." A glance from Heather and I was in the tub at Damon's feet, looking up into his eyes. Heather leaned in a gave him a soul touching kiss, while pushing my head down into his crotch. I needed no more direction. I knew what this meant to Heather and if I could make Damon feel good too, then all the better. I started by swirling my tongue around the head, paying attention to underside. Moving to the side, I bathed his shaft with long wet strokes of my tongue and lips. I looked up and saw Heather looking down smiling while Damon sucked on her nipples. They were both moaning softly. After a few licks and sucks on his balls, someone grabbed my hair and pulled me up, then pushed my head to his cock. I took it into my mouth, getting half in before coming back up. I picked up my speed and started taking more and more until I had my nose in his pubes. I used the trick Heather had taught me about swallowing hard while the cock was in my throat. Damon liked that a lot. " I'm getting real close baby," he panted, " Get ready to aim this load. It feels like it's going to be a big one." Heather got down on the floor of the tub next to me. She had her face right next to mine, giving his cock little kisses as I came up to the head. She was whispering in my ear, telling me I was a good cock sucker and a worthy slut. She grabbed his cock at the base and gave a few strokes. Damon started breathing harder and grabbing the sides of the seat. Heather grabbed my hair with her other hand and shoved my face in hard, then back up , then down again. I felt his cock harden and twitch, just as Heather jerked my head back. I opened my mouth and let my tongue hang out while my loving wife aimed his shots of cum. The first one went in my mouth, then she aimed for my forehead. The 3rd and 4th ropes caught the bridge of my nose and my right eye. Number 5 hit my chin and 6 covered my left cheek. Seven didn't make it to my face, falling short and landing on my bent leg. Heather puched my face forward and I took his cock back in my mouth, using my tongue to massage his thick vein which was still probing, giving little spurts of cum in my mouth. " God, that was incredible," he groaned. " What a cock sucker. You sure trained him well. I hate to cum and run, but I have to get home and pack. Leave my cum on your face, cock sucker. Meet me in the bedroom, You need to get me dressed." I got out of the tub and crawled into the room next to the bed, I looked back and saw them kissing. Heather was stroking his cock back to hardness. I took the inititive and opened his overnighter. I found socks, boxers, slacks and a polo shirt. I laid them on the bed and waited for him. From the bathroom I heard Damon say, " Heather baby, as much as I want to fuck you again, I just don't have the time. If you keep that up, I'll never make my plane. God, your mouth feels good. That's enough, we gotta go." Cuckold Chronicles: Damon They came walking out, holding each other around the waist. They smiled when they saw I had laid out his clothes. Then starting laughing at my cum coverd face. Damon stood in front of me, so I took his shorts and he stopped into them. As I pulled them up, I took his cock into my mouth one last time. I pulled them over his cock and grabbed his socks. Heather handed me his slacks and they were quickly around his waist. Heather pushed me aside and kissed him hard while running her hands across his broad chest. She slipped his shirt over his head and pulled it into place. He stepped into his loafers and crossed the room to pants from yesterday. He transferred everything from them to the pants he had on now. Looking at me, he said, " Pack my bag and take it to the front door." He took Heather by the hand and walked out. I took the handle of his packed bag in my mouth and crawled to the front door. They were engaged in a very, very deep kiss. I sat the bag down, and waited on my knees. " I'll call you from Chicago. I really hate to leave. And you," he said looking down at me, " are a very good slut. You seem to know your place. Maybe next time you shouldn't be so good. I'd love to give you a real good spanking." He walked out the door and waved as he drove off. I happened to see Rob out front washing his car. He had a big smile on his face. Heather tugged on my leash and I was following her to the bedroom. She had me lay face up on the bed. She leaned over me and rubbed her breast all over my messy face. Then she laid back and pulled me towards her slimy tits. I got the message and started licking them clean. " Did you enjoy our company? Was it what you thought it would be? Did you enjoy being treated like that? Good. I loved every minute of it. Now lets take a nap. When we get up, you need to change these sheets. Somehow they got sweaty and I found a few wet spots on them." Heather rolled over and I spooned up next to her, drifting into dreamland, thinking how lucky I am to have a wife like Heather. THE END