11 comments/ 78979 views/ 36 favorites Cuckold Counselor By: Tappy_McWidestance Author's Note: This story is a departure for me as it was written from the perspective of a submissive male. I wrote a couple of pages in response to a fantasy sent to me by a reader who dreamed of submitting to his wife and another man. After he read it we discussed his more of his fantasies and I continued writing. It became clear that he had many warped visions of what he wanted done to him. As a result, there are subjects I have not written about before. Some may be offensive if you are a sensitive reader. You've been warned. My name is Sebastian. I am in my early 40's and am a counselor at a well known liberal arts college. I am also living proof that nice guys finish last. Allow me to elaborate. All my life I have tried to always help people. As a result, some people take advantage of my generosity. I also tend not to stick up for my own needs because I would always put other people first. Some people consider me a wimp, and perhaps I am, but I always thought of myself as the best friend you could ever have. I got married out of college to a woman who walked all over me, but I didn't care. I thought she loved me but in retrospect I'm not sure what she saw in me other than the ability to control me. We had a daughter (Anne) who turned 18 a month ago and will graduate high school soon. Her mother and I divorced when she was 8 and she splits her time between our two houses. During the traumatic time my marriage was failing I reluctantly started dating a student named Liz. I say reluctant because it was certainly against the college rules to date a student, but Liz was different and about to graduate. Liz was a beautiful young girl full of life. She was everything my now ex-wife was not. Liz was one of the students I had counseled for the past few years and we knew each other very well. Liz had a reputation on our small campus as being a girl with a certain zest for partying and although she never admitted to me in our sessions, I knew she slept around. But somehow she never lost her innocent, sweet girl next door quality. As was my usual pattern, I befriended her, offered her a sympathetic ear to cry on and never viewed her as a potential sexual mate. But all that changed in April of her senior year. I usually saw my senior students more frequently as they prepared to find their way in the world and needed advice. Liz arrived in my office and gone was the outgoing, effervescent girl I knew. She had been replaced with a sullen, withdrawn shell of her former self. Something had obviously happened, but I could not draw out of her what transpired. She had not improved at our next meeting a week later. Our session was even less productive than the week before. She seemed totally preoccupied with something. At the end of our meeting she surprised me with an invitation to go out to drinks with her. The side of my brain which always followed the rules told me it was a bad idea, but she looked so vulnerable and in need of a friend that I accepted. I took her to an upscale neighborhood bar instead of one of the more popular places where students hang out. After a few glasses of wine she let go all the emotions she had been holding in about how unsatisfying her life had become, how she always dated the wrong guys and how she hated herself. Of course in addition to my empathetic ear I was also venting my own divorce issues to her and how I always felt taken advantage of in my relationships. We had a bonding moment. If I had been the kind of guy she usually dated (her words) I'm sure I could have taken her home that night. But I didn't. I did not want to take advantage of her vulnerable state. I wouldn't call what we did "dating" but our conversations became more intimate and wine was usually involved with our meetings. The week before graduation Liz invited me to her apartment and I ended up spending the night. I should mention, I have limitations in the bedroom being that I suffer from premature ejaculation. But I love to go down on a woman and I've learned how to use my fingers and tongue to make up for my lack of penis prowess. But unlike my ex, Liz didn't seem to mind my inadequacies. She even went down on me after I had helped her cum. My ex never did that. I was smitten. After graduation I figured Liz would move back home and our night together would be a one night stand. But it didn't happen. Since she wasn't a student any more we started actually dating. As she put it I was a nice guy unlike her usual macho assholes. I couldn't believe this beautiful creature would give me the time of day let alone wake up in my bed, but I wasn't complaining. I was 14 years her senior, but it didn't matter. We were happy together and less than a year later we married. You're probably thinking this is where she turns into a mega-bitch now that she has me hooked, but that wasn't the case. She retained her girl next door charm and took a job organizing meetings and trade shows. She had to travel some, but not too much. She got along well with Anne. Things were great for about the first six years of our marriage but then I started to detect a switch. I started to get a sense she was getting bored with me like I wasn't exciting enough for her. With a guy you call it the seven year itch. She always seemed happier when she would come home from a business trip and I started to suspect that she was cheating on me on the road. In bed she still was happy to let me pleasure her, but she didn't suck my cock very often any more. She'd let me get her off and then fuck her until I came, but she didn't seem to be that into it any more. She was becoming more distant. Our relationship was in trouble. But of course, I let her signs slide. I just wasn't good at confrontation and even fighting for my marriage was tough. I almost had to face up to her change in attitude when she came home from the gym two days later. Liz was always going to the gym to work out. Almost every day in fact. But tonight she returned with a glazed look in her eyes and her hair out of place. If I didn't know any better I'd swear she just had sex. Saturday morning she said she was going to the gym which seemed very out of place (she usually didn't go on weekends because of the "moron" factor at the gym). She didn't return for 4 hours. This time her clothes were askew, her hair was a mess and she was walking tenderly. I couldn't take it anymore and asked her what was going on. She responded that she wanted a divorce. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I suspected she had been cheating. After all she was now 32 and in her prime. I knew I wasn't providing for her sexually, but I didn't think she'd want totally out of the marriage. Liz started to cry. Of course I consoled her. Liz told me what was really going on and I was shocked. She confessed that the day in my office when she had been so upset was the result of being date-raped the night before. She had not been lying when she told me she always picked the wrong guys. She always went for the muscular tough guys who took charge in the relationship and especially in the bedroom. That time it was the starting tailback for the football team. As she put it, he had a strong case of the Neanderthal gene. Although she liked to pretend she was "hard to get" that night her date just took her back to his place and tore her clothes off. She hated herself not because of what he did, but because of how much she loved it. She didn't tell him, but she came better with him than with any guy before or since. I couldn't believe what my sweet innocent wife was telling me. During our marriage while I would eat her pussy she would be thinking about him and that was what got her off. I asked if she was sleeping around on her business trips and she confessed she was. This fed a fantasy I had one that I had never confessed to her but which drove my own orgasms when I made love to her. Growing up I was bullied a lot in school. That shouldn't be a surprise. But there was one bully in particular that always taunted me with the threat "I'm going to fuck your mother" or "You're mom sucked me off last night." While I was repulsed at the time, the thought stayed with me. I learned to masturbate and invariably the image of this bully fucking my mom or forcing her to suck his cock always got me off. When I got married the image of a strong man fucking my wife began to play prominently in my fantasies. When I was inside of Liz especially, I'd imagine myself being much better than I was. Instead of squiring in a minute or two, I imagined her squirming under a cocksure stud that made me watch as he fucked her brains out. It was warped to be sure, but I always came hard. I don't know what made me blurt it out, but I told her I didn't care if she cheated on me. She looked shocked, but I explained that I loved her and didn't want to lose her. I said if another man could give her the pleasure I could not, I didn't mind if she slept around. Little did I know just how much that confession would change my life. Liz responded with a confession of her own. She said the guy who date-raped her, James, had recently moved back to town and they met at the gym. The first night he told her she was going to blow him in his car and she did without question. The next time she saw him at the gym he fucked her in the backseat and then he ordered her to meet him at his apartment this morning where he fucked her for hours until neither one of them could cum again. Liz told me she hated what she did to me, but couldn't help herself around him and that nobody could make her cum like he could and that it wasn't fair to me to have to share me with another man. I went for broke and told her of my bully experience and what I thought about when I fucked her. It was not a good scene, but we formed almost an uneasy truce and decided we would try to make things work. I promised to try and be more aggressive in bed and she promised to tell me when she had been with another man. As you might imagine, things didn't quite go as planned. Monday night she went to the gym. About the time I expected her to come home, I received a call from her cell phone. It was Liz and she was breathless. She told me to look out the front window. I did and I almost dropped the phone. Her car was in the driveway and she was in another car parked on the street in front of our house. The lighting wasn't good but I could tell she was bucking up and down on somebody in the back seat, although I could not see who she was with. She had dropped her phone but the line was still open so I could hear her guttural moans of pleasure. She came several times before I heard a male grunt and the event came to an abrupt halt. Liz exited the car soon after. She still had her workout shirt on, but was carrying her sweat pants. She was naked from the waist down except for her running shoes. She staggered up to the front porch and walked inside. She kissed me on the cheek and then plopped down on the couch exhausted. I watched as a very muscular African-American man got out of the back seat and moved back to the driver's seat. It had not occurred to me that Liz's mystery man was black. He held up a cell phone and looked at the house. I heard his voice through my speaker tell me to come get her phone. Reluctantly I walked outside. I wasn't afraid to meet this guy who satisfied my wife like I never could. But my cock was still rock hard from listening to him fuck her. I was harder than I remember being any time I had been intimate with Liz. I didn't want him to know how excited I was from watching their frenzied passion. The guy rolled down the passenger window and tossed me the phone. "Your wife is a great fuck," he told me. "Too bad you're too much of a wimp to satisfy her." I didn't say anything, but I probably nodded. He sounded just like the bully who promised to fuck my mom but now it was coming true with my wife. "Liz begged me to fuck her without a condom and to fill her pussy with my cum. Be a good husband and go eat her out. She told me what a wizard you are with your tongue. Put it to good use and get her off for a change." With that exchange he sped off into the night. I returned to the living room still hard as nails. Liz was splayed on the couch. "You hate me don't you?" she asked. I didn't say a word. I set her phone down and got down between her legs. I would have thought she would have been surprised, but apparently James had told her I would do exactly what he commanded. I dutifully cleaned her pussy of the mix of her juices and his cum. Then I went to work on her clit and gave her another orgasm. When I was done, I thought she would pass out. But I saw a glint in her eye when she spotted my cock straining against my pants. To my surprise she released it from the confines of my slacks and gave it several quick strokes. "You're going to cum soon aren't you honey," she cooed. I tried to think about anything but sex right then. "James says you are a wimp who doesn't deserve me," she said still stroking my cock. "He said I should be his fuck bunny." She kept stroking me. I could feel my cum rising from my balls. I looked down at her. She looked so sexy have just been fucked by a real man. I must admit having the taste of his cum in my mouth along with her juices was turning me on. "I can live with this arrangement, honey," she cooed never letting up pressure on my manhood. "You will remain my husband, James will remain my lover and everybody wins." There was no way this relationship would be that easy, but I was way too turned on to care. I exploded shooting a huge load into her face. Liz was not amused. She told me to lick her face clean of my nasty cum. Of course I did it and then we went to bed. Liz seemed to sleep easy. I tossed and turned visions of James fucking Liz and my eating his cum danced through my head. Of course I was hard again. Waking to a new day and a new life I wondered what changes my wife had in store for me. As it turned out, not too many. I guess overall she was pleased with our life together with the exception of needing a real man to turn her loose in bed. When she would get home from working out at night she would give me a kiss. Sometimes I could taste the cum on her breath. Other nights she would have me eat her pussy. I could always tell when she had been freshly fucked. Whether she had sucked a cock or fucked one, I always got hard and had to jerk myself off. It got to the point where I would get hard waiting for her to come home so I could see what a dirty girl she had been. The next Saturday she didn't pretend she was going anywhere but James' house. She also didn't come home after 4 hours like last week. I waited all day for her to return. I knew she would want me to obediently lick up James' cum from her well used body and I wanted to be home from her. Anne was staying with us that weekend and didn't understand why I just wanted to hang around the house. But what could I tell her? Should I say "your step mom is out cheating on me and I'm waiting to lick her clean?" Fortunately Anne went out for the evening before Liz came home. She was a total mess. Her hair was wild (it was obvious there was dried cum in it) and she was walking funny. As usual I was hard and couldn't wait to hear what James had done with her. It turned out it was more than I could have imagined. Liz didn't want to talk about it at first and then began to weep as she finally confessed about her day at James' house. Liz confessed she had been looking forward to seeing James without the usual rush she felt at the health club and that after last weekend's monumental screwing she hoped for a repeat performance. Liz acknowledged she was naked, on her knees and sucking off James when another man entered the room. James had placed his hand on the back of her head to make sure she would not pull away while he introduced his brother, Tommy. It was clear to Liz that James had no problem with his brother watching her suck him hard. If fact James made it clear that Liz would be taking care of Tommy as well. Liz told me that having two men to service was amazing. She said they took turns fucking her whenever she could suck one of them hard. She also confessed that James had spanked her and that Tommy had fucked her up the ass. I had my pants off at this point and was furiously stroking my cock. Liz looked at me like she thought I was pathetic and she was right. Here I was about to explode in orgasm hearing my wife describe how two men had used and abused her all day. The more details Liz gave me the harder I got and the louder my moans became. Liz described how she bent over James' lap and how Tommy fed her his cock. It was the third time she had sucked him and it was coated with her pussy juice from when he had just finished fucking her. Liz admitted she loved the taste of her pussy on his cock. I was shocked, of course. One because she hardly ever sucked my cock and certainly never told me she enjoyed it. And two, because she had always been mad at me if I fingered her and then tried to get her to lick my finger. After James had turned my poor Liz's ass bright red, Tommy said he wanted to fuck her there. Liz said she struggled and tried to get off James' lap but he, seemingly without effort, held her there. "That's a fine idea, brother," he said according to Liz. "Go downstairs and get the kit. I don't think she's been properly opened before." When Liz described what they did next, I came in a puddle on the wood floor. The kit James spoke about was an anal stretcher consisting of 5 different sized plugs. The boys said they needed some time to recover from their morning session so they would use the time to prepare my thin wife for the afternoon debauchery. They started with the smallest plug. Liz said it was tough for her to relax as they greased up her asshole and slid the tapered rubber plug past her sphincter. "Go make us some sandwiches while that plug stretches you out," Tommy commanded. James gave her another swat on the tush, although it was more playful than before. When Liz returned, before they ate they had her bend over and the popped the plug out of her bum. Then they pushed the second plug in. This one was larger than the first. Liz said she had never felt so full. She then described how they dressed her as a maid and finally ate their sandwiches. I was hard again. The boys were nice, I guess. They let my sweet Liz wear the second plug for about 45 minutes before they switched her to the third size. At that point they also made her start cleaning the house while they watched her parade around in the sleazy costume. Liz told me her pussy was leaking down her thighs she was so turned on by the humiliation of being dressed that way and the fact that she knew her most sacred of holes was about to be defiled. Liz said the fourth plug felt like it was tearing her apart. James insisted it was necessary in order for him to fit without damaging her. Liz said every step she took with the plug inside of her made her feel like she was fucking the biggest cock she ever had. The boys then brought her outside on James' deck. She said she didn't know if anybody saw her as she kept going inside to get them drinks and as she walked around the yard to entertain them. She said the final straw was when James pulled open her top and started pinching her nipples. She said the costume was shameful enough, but now standing outside with her tits exposed magnified the sensation. Of course she was still leaking juices from her pussy which James also checked. Liz told me she was sure she put on a great show for the neighbors as she rode his hand with her breasts jiggling out of the top of her outfit. "Think she's ready?" asked Tommy. "Why don't we ask her?" replied James. Liz was near the point of orgasming on his fingers. She would have agreed to anything at that point, although "God yes, fuck my ass," was definitely out of character for her. The boys smiled and brought her inside. Liz told me at least this part of her humiliation would be private and that she was thankful for that. They stripped her of her maid's costume. Except for the plug she stood naked before them. Tommy was stroking his cock. Liz was licking her lips. James brought her to the couch and pushed her over the armrest so her ass was in the air. Cuckold Counselor "Once I've broken in your back door you are going to always want me there," he boasted. "You'll never feel full without me up your ass." Liz told me she prayed he was wrong, but in her heart she knew he was right. She felt the plug being pulled out of her ass and then more lube being rubbed all around and inside of her. She could feel her asshole pulsating in anticipation. She said she could tell it wasn't snapping all the way shut anymore. Tommy went first. His cock wasn't as big in length or circumference as his brother's. It was slightly smaller than the last plug but that didn't matter to Liz. She howled as the cock pushed deeply into her. Liz told me she was moaning immediately as Tommy began to piston his cock in and out of her tight asshole. Liz was lost to the moment, but Tommy was not. "Can you shove something in her mouth to shut her up?" Tommy asked James. At this point I assumed James would have used his cock to quiet my normally reserved wife who they had turned into an assfuck slut. But he didn't. Liz said she passively allowed him to push a ballgag into her mouth which was buckled around her head. How many times had I fantasized that I was a good enough lover to require gagging my partner to prevent her screams and moans from drawing attention to us. Now two other men were doing that to my wife and I could only jerk off to the news like the pathetic worm that I am. I could only sit and imagine what Liz looked like impaled on Tommy's cock. I didn't know it yet but James took pictures after he gagged her. Liz didn't tell me how long Tommy lasted before shooting his load up her butt. No doubt it was longer than I ever had. Liz told me how after James gagged her she slid a hand between her legs and diddled her clit while they pounded her. Knowing my wife and how she described cumming freely with James before, I have no doubt she orgasmed more times than she could count that day. After Tommy came James slid his cock up her backside. Liz told me it hurt, but she didn't care. Plus Tommy's cum helped smooth the way and soon James was completing the conquest of her mind. He was right. Now that she had been filled to the breaking point with his cock, anything else would be less than satisfying. I watched the dreamy look on her face as she described her lover filling her like never before. I doubted I'd ever have my cock inside my wife again. I just wouldn't measure up. I came again on the floor when Liz described how before he came James pulled out and had me straddle and newly hard again Tommy and ride him cowboy. I could see in my mind Tommy's cum dripping out of my wife's gaping asshole as James once again slid his meat into her ass and the brothers finished this afternoon of firsts with Liz's first double penetration. I couldn't believe how turned on listing to Liz had made me. She seemed more than happy about the experience as well. When she finally finished her story about Saturday at James' house she stood up and lifted her skirt. She then bent over on the couch allowing me to see her still pink ass checks and the large plug she was still wearing. "James sent you a present," she said gleefully. I looked at her ass briefly and then understood what she was saying. I knelt down behind her. The knees of my pants began to soak up the dual loads of cum I had left on the hardwood floor. I reached forward and the plug popped free in my hand with much less resistance than I anticipated. Immediately her asshole winked at me and cum began dripping from her sacred hole. "Damn James must cum a lot" I remember thinking as I grabbed my wife's ass checks, spread them apart and plastered my mouth against her butthole. I didn't bother with any tentative licks. This is what James and Liz both wanted so I attacked her with gusto. I gave her long deliberate licks cleaning up the dribbling cum. She was moaning again. Apparently I was hitting the right nerve endings as well. When the cum stopped flowing out of her ass I kissed down her thighs cleaning up the cum remnants that had flowed out of her ass before I could plug it with my tongue. When Liz was satisfied I'd done a good job cleaning her she stood up and looked down at me kneeling on the floor in a pool of my own cum. Of course I was hard again and my hand was stroking my cock. "I'm going to take a nap now wimp. Get your hand off your cock. I may need that load tomorrow so save it for me. I want that slimy cum cleaned up so everything looks normal before Anne comes home. I don't think she's quite ready to learn what gets her dad off, do you?" "No Liz. No I don't," I replied, although a fresh wave of humiliation washed over me thinking about Anne seeing me grovel before Liz. I watched my wife turn and walk to the bedroom. Then I went to the kitchen to get the cleaning supplies. The next week progressed much like the last. Liz would come home from the gym and present me with either a freshly fucked pussy to lick or would kiss me so I could taste the cum in her mouth. I asked, but she never would tell me who her partner had been that night. I got the feeling it wasn't James since I never had to suck cum out of her ass. Friday night, however, I did find the large plug buried to the hilt when she took her pants off so I could service her. When I asked she explained she hoped James would call and would invite her over for another day of fun with Tommy. She said she put the plug in after some anonymous guy at the gym had fucked her. She said she was on fire for the thought of James fucking her ass again and that was all she could think about as the guy at the gym drilled her pussy. She said he wasn't really any better than me, but the fantasy of James and Tommy double penetrating her again meant she came with him despite his short comings. "I'm happy to fuck you anytime," I said pathetically. "I know sweetheart," she said with a condescending tone. "But James says not until you prove yourself loyal to him. Now get down there and make me cum." I did as I was told. I don't know if it was the skill of my tongue or the thought of being spit roasted between Tommy and James but soon Liz was thrashing about and grinding her pussy against my face. With a throaty moan, she climaxed hard against me. My cock was straining against my pants, a situation she noticed immediately. She pushed me back and I rolled into a sitting position from my knees. She then put her foot into my crotch and rubbed my hard on. She mocked my hard on saying "Does lover boy have blue balls?" I did but I perceived the question as rhetorical and did not answer. She continued rubbing my cock with her foot. "Are the filled to the breaking point?" I couldn't believe the transformation my quiet, vanilla wife had gone through to become the hellcat that stood above me. "James only wants you to cum when he gives you permission." This was getting weirder and weirder by the minute. Liz was never forward in bed and now she was taunting me almost like a bully. "If you are a good boy tomorrow you will be rewarded." She left me painfully hard and my balls filled. I begged her for relief. When she turned to walk away I said something to the effect of "If you will not get me off I'll have to do it myself," and I pulled my pants down and grabbed my cock. She gave me a dirty look. "James said no. If you disobey him you'll be punished." I hardly cared right then about James and what he wanted. I continued to stare at Liz and beat my meat. She continued to stare right back. My breathing became labored. She knew I was going to cum soon. I always came soon. She walked back over to me. I thought maybe she was going to let me finish in her mouth or at least save the last two strokes for herself, but she didn't. She grabbed my free hand and held it in front of my cock. "James told me how pathetic you were. Go ahead wimp," the sneared. "Come on your own hand. It's the only lover you are going to have for a while." For some reason hearing how her new dominant lover thought I was a wimp set me off and I had a good squirting orgasm into my own hand. It felt great to unload a week's worth of buildup from my balls. I felt my legs going week as blast after blast shot from my cock. I was totally focused on the pleasure of release and didn't grasp that Liz had grabbed my cum covered hand and was lifting it. "I know you like to cum in my face," she hissed. "Let's see how much you like it." With that she pressed my hand across my face and began to smear my own seed across my mouth. I had to open my mouth to breathe and so I got a generous handful of goo. Liz moved her hand around my face so I was liberally coated. "Don't wash that off. I want you to be my boy-toy-slut walking around the house," she commanded. "What about Anne? She'll be home soon," I questioned. "If you keep me happy I'll let you run to the bathroom before she sees you," my wife promised. And that is exactly what I tried to do. While she watched TV I gave her a foot massage, a neck and shoulder massage and I ate her to two more orgasms. She was true to her word and let me scamper to the bathroom when we heard the garage door open. Anne didn't say anything when she hugged me hello, but I still felt like I was covered in cum and knew she must have smelled it. It was the single most degrading moment in my life. Little did I know that record would last less than 24 hours. Saturday came and went with Liz staying around the house. I was surprised James did not send for her. Perhaps he was bored with her already. At 7pm Anne said she was going out with friends and not to expect her back until late. I told her 11pm was late enough and she agreed. As soon as she was out the door Liz sprinted up the stairs to the bedroom. She returned 15 minutes later wearing the sexiest lingerie set I'd ever seen and a pair of fuck me pumps with at least 4 inch heels. She didn't say anything to me. She just walked past me and opened the front door. Standing there was James. I had only seen him sitting down in the car. Now that he was in front of me, he was very imposing indeed. He was at least 6' 2" tall and very solid. He was carrying a leather bag which he handed to Liz. He then gave her a passionate kiss. He didn't seem to care that I was in the room. "So this is Sebastian," he said extending his hand. "Glad to formally meet you. Your wife is certainly a hell cat." I shook his hand. It was so weird to be standing in front of a man who had turned our lives upside down. "So Liz told me you wanted to watch me fuck her tonight," James stated as if it was the most normal request in the world. "Said you might pick up a few pointers to help you please her better." I looked at Liz who looked guilty. I was about to speak but James cut me off. "So babe, you look incredible in that outfit. Did you pick it for me or for Sebastian?" "For you sir," she quietly confessed. "Did you remember your plug?" he queried. "Yes sir. I've wore it every day. I'm ready for you to have my ass again." "Good girl," he complemented her on. "We'll let's have a look at you." I watched as my shy reserved wife walked over and slowly turned 360 degrees in front of him so he could get a good look at her. Her smile lit up the room. She was obviously very happy to be on display for him. She then turned to face him and raised her arms above her head. I watched in fascination as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed both her ass cheeks. He then rubbed the center of her butt and winked at me when he confirmed the butt plug was in place. He then pulled his arms back and began to rub her nipples. I couldn't see them but I knew from experience they would be hard and his manipulation would be turning her on. He continued to touch her entire body as she stood stretched out and defenseless before him. I realized that I knew how to touch all those places (like kissing the back of her ear) to drive her wild with lust, but I couldn't remember the last time I really did so. What a fool I'd been. I thought my oral attention had been enough, but I could see this kind of attention was what she really needed. Liz was shaking in need by the time he finished his inspection. He ordered her to undress him which she joyfully did. I was not pleased with how he looked. I was jealous of his barrel chest, ripped abs, tight calves and of course, impressive cock. Liz wasted no time dropping to her knees to suck him hard. When he was ready he wasted no time pulling out the butt plug, greasing up her ass and shoving his cock deep inside her. He pointed to the corner chair and told me to "sit down, shut up and learn." I had a front row seat as he pummeled her ass. The harder he thrusted the harder she bucked back against him and the harder my cock became. I'd never seen her so wild. She was a woman possessed. I could picture her acting the same way last week with James and Tommy. This version of Liz was a woman I'd never seen before. She was howling so loud I thought she would wake the dead. James looked over at me and told me to go to the kitchen and get a glass. As I walked out of the room I heard James say "you were right. He is very good at following commands." I didn't hear Liz's response. I don't think she was capable of rational thought or expression right then. When I returned James said, "Liz told me you came in your own face last night. That's pretty sick dude." I started to correct him with what really happened but I changed my mind because he was right. I guess I really did cum on my own face. "I see your cock is hard because you like watching me fuck your wife. You don't have to worry. From now on I'll make sure she is sexually satisfied. Your job is to keep her happy in the other aspects of her life." I was amazed how he could carry on a normal conversation with me as he continued to bugger Liz. Looking at her I could tell she was in another world. Oh how I wished I could have taken her to such a place. But I couldn't. It took another man to give her what I could not. James spoke to me again. "I bet you want to cum right now don't you little man?" "Yes James," I said. Then I remembered what Liz had said earlier. "Yes sir," I corrected myself. I didn't understand why she had called him sir before, but it seemed natural for me to do the same. James seemed pleased. "That is correct Sebastian. Liz calls me sir out of respect for me and what I can do for her. It is proper for you to do the same. Although I will not touch you, for I have no interest in girly men, you will serve me much as your wife now does. I expect you to follow my orders without question. I have friends, both male and female who will require your services and you will serve them well." My hand was on my cock even before he finished speaking. He glared at me indicating I had made a grave mistake. "You are not to touch that worthless cock unless you are directed to do so by one of your superiors." "Yes sir," I answered. Liz moaned and I saw her quiver in orgasm. "From now on you will make your wonderful wife cum at least twice per day. Once in the morning and once in the afternoon or evening. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," I said with my eyes cast down to the floor. "She may choose to fuck you. That is up to her. I will give her a cock ring for you so you will not shoot so fast. If I give you to one of my friends they will expect you to be able to keep it up. I have a supplier of Viagra and the cock ring will prevent you from cumming. You'll be a stallion yet." I could tell Liz was not hearing anything James was saying. She was too busy cumming again as she rut against him. But I was listening intently. I'd thought about buying a cock ring before. My understanding was you tighten it around your cock to keep the blood from flowing out and killing your erection. But I also thought when you did cum and your seed could not escape it would hurt. But I guess James didn't care about that. He wanted Liz and his friends satisfied. My comfort was far down on his list of concerns. If only I had his level of self control and discipline. How could he not cum while fucking my wife? Her ass had to be tight and the sight of her orgasming against him must have been exciting for him. It certainly was for me. Finally James gave me permission to jerk off and relieve the pressure in my cock. His one stipulation was that I was to cum in the glass so I "would not make a mess." That was an easy task as I only needed a couple of strokes to get my jizz flowing. I'd never looked at how much cum I really produced. The glass had a fair amount when my cock stopped twitching. James then told me that he was about to cum. He was going to fill my wife's ass again and I was to immediately get behind her and suck out his cum. I was also to reach underneath her and finger her pussy. "You are only worthy to suck my cum out of your wife's ass," James said. "Do you understand that wimp?" "Yes sir," I replied defeated. James never made a sound, but he stopped thrusting and held his hips tight against Liz. Her head lifted up. She was beaming with joy and I knew this real man was filling her with his seed. I didn't want to get myself off watching this carnal display, but I could help myself. I'd already shot one load in the glass but my cock was getting hard again. When James pulled out I had an overwhelming desire to lick his cock clean. I dropped to my knees and began moving toward him. But he pointed at Liz's ass, gaping and leaking cum. He then moved in front of her and gave her the pleasure of cleaning him as I began the task of cleaning her. I buried my tongue deep in her rectum. It was fowl but his cum tasted divine. Growing up I never thought I would be so turned on by another man's cum, but I had to admit to myself I was thriving on this treatment. Liz was lazily sucking on his cock coming down from her sexual high. My fingers were dancing on her clit and finger fucking her. I never remember her being so wet. My cock was painfully hard, a situation which had been happening with more frequency since Liz first told me about James. After I finished cleaning her out they had one more humiliation for me. The pair of them sat on the couch snuggling like a couple in love and just how Liz and I did when we first hooked up. James was laying claim to my wife and I was powerless to stop him. They joked about how hard my cock still was and Liz told me to jerk off in the glass again. They sat and watched as I stood before them feverishly stroking myself. But I was struggling to get off. I'd cum enough and there wasn't much left. My pair of tormentors seemed amused at my plight. Eventually, out of boredom I think, Liz got up and walked around me. She ran her fingers down my spine causing a shiver to course through my body. I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she began to whisper in my ear. "Beat that cock, sissy boy. Mama's got a new stud to take care of her. She doesn't need that worthless cock any more. Your job is to go to work, make money and keep me happy. You'll eat my pussy when I say and lick the cum from my body when I need cleaning." Liz continued to whisper in my ear, quietly berating me for being such a sorry excuse for a man. I'm pretty sure James couldn't hear what she was saying but I think he understood. I continued to jack myself faster and faster. The more she verbally abused me the more I could feel another load rising from my balls ready to be released. "You are totally worthless in bed," she continued. "I don't know what I ever saw in you. I was confused and scared when James first took me in college. I should have known better. Only he can give me what I need." And with that I shot a tiny load into the glass. I had almost no cum left and it hurt to climax without having much to shoot, but Liz managed to coax that final shot of jizz from my body and in the process seared into mind my new position in the relationship. Of course James had one more piece to add just in case I wasn't 100% sure of where I belonged. He called Liz back to his side and then ordered me to drink my own cum from the glass. Cuckold Counselor I did it, although tentatively. When he asked how it tasted I had to admit his tasted better. Really it tasted the same, but in my mind clouded by the fog of what had transpired, his cum dripping from my wife's ass was the only cum I wanted. Mine was vile just like I was and was not worthy of consumption. James left soon after. Liz and I did not talk about what happened but I think she was looking forward to next Saturday. I know I was. The next week was more "normal" in that Liz did not appear to be screwing random guys at the gym. I wondered if James had told her not to or if she was just saving herself for him. Anne was staying with us the entire week and it was certainly weird to be acting like a dad to her and as whatever I was to Liz. I'm sure Anne could hear Liz's cries of passion as I pleasured her each morning when she awoke and each night when we went to bed. Hopefully Anne just thought that is how married couples act when they love each other. Anne, while attractive, is very introverted and focused on her studies. I've never seen her interested in sex in any way which is unusual in today's culture. She has a small circle of friends she hangs out with, but doesn't really date. The one time I tried to have "the talk" with her she assured me she already "knew" everything and that she was still a virgin. I wasn't sure I believed her, but I let the subject drop. Saturday morning Liz told me James had told her to plan on spending the day with him but that she would be home tonight. I had been hoping he would have invited me over as well. I'd been a good boy giving Liz all the orgasms she could handle and not having a single one in return. My balls were painfully full and I needed a release. Unfortunately Liz knew how much cum I had stored up so if I took care of myself while she was gone she would know. She told me to expect "extreme punishment" whatever that meant if I came without permission. She was dressed like a tramp when she left the house. I was glad Anne didn't see her. Now all I could do was sit and wait for her to return. I did some yardwork and chores around the house during the day, but all I could think about was James burying his big hard cock in Liz's tiny asshole again. I wondered if Tommy had joined them or perhaps some other friends. Every time I let my mind wander to what they were doing to my wife I started to get hard. The urge to masturbate was almost unbearable. I had to keep adjusting my cock inside my pants and one time Anne caught me. She looked directly at my crotch and had to know I had an erection straining against my pants, but she said nothing. She appeared to be embarrassed and walked away. Soon after she announced she was going out with her friends. I didn't have to tell her to be home by 11. She said she already knew that. As soon as she was gone I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my cock. It took all of my willpower not to orgasm. I could feel the cum right up to the tip of my cock. It was ready to fly but I forced myself to stop. It was a terrible feeling. My pre-cum was dripping from my dick but I forced myself to tuck it away in my pants and zipped up. I prayed Liz would be home soon and would allow me to cum. I would have done anything she asked at that moment for the privilege. Liz returned a couple of hours later. My hard on had subsided but not my desire for her. She didn't say a word to me. Instead she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom. Once inside she told me to strip. Of course my cock was getting hard already. Once I was naked, mere seconds later, she spun me around and told me to lay face down on the bed. The last thing I saw was her opening her purse before I flopped onto the bed. I felt my petite wife pull my hands backward with a force that surprised me. Then I heard the ratchet sound felt the bite of a handcuff on my wrist. She then told me to roll over onto my back and get in the center of the bed. It was a little difficult to move without smashing my cock, but I managed to get into position. Liz was busy stripping her own clothes off. She took only moments longer than I did. She leaned over the bed and surprised me by taking my cock in her mouth. I almost shot immediately. She pulled her mouth off and looked into my eyes. "You've been so good to me this week Sebastian," she said. "I'm going to let you cum to release the pressure and then when you get hard again I'm going to fuck your brains out." I was shocked by the words coming out of her mouth. My girl-next-door wife had completely transformed into the whore of Babylon, not that I was complaining especially when she started to stroke my cock. "I know your balls are full baby," she cooed. "There's no way you'll last long enough to fuck me the way I need. Shoot your first load and then I'll get you hard again." Her hand was like magic as she alternated between slow and fast strokes. As wound up as I was within a minute I began to squirt. Liz seemed to take great joy in bringing me off with her hand. I think it gave her a sense of power to control my orgasm that way. After the first splat shot upward she aimed my dick back toward my chest. As hard as I was shooting, however, my cum launched much further and spunk after spunk hit my face. Liz was smiling and gave me words of encouragement to "shoot a big load for mama." And shoot I did. My face, neck and chest were covered in my own semen before she released my cock. I was laying on the bed completely spent. "Don't go anywhere honey," she commanded. "Just relax." I wasn't sure if I could move. My orgasm took that much out of me. Liz turned to walk out of the bedroom and that is when I first noticed the thin purple streaks on her butt. I started to try and get up to ask her about it, but a I rolled over I felt dizzy from the effects of my orgasm so I just let myself slump over onto my back again. Liz returned a minute later carrying our laptop. "What happened to your ass?" I asked her. "Oh," she said. "I'll tell you later. I really need to get fucked right now." I watched as Liz positioned the laptop on our dresser. She then launched Skype. After connecting with James on a video chat, I watched as Liz adjusted the screen so the camera would focus on the bed. "You were right, master," Liz began the conversation. "He shot a huge load on himself. Can you see it?" "No pet," came the reply. "Take a picture with your cell phone for me." Liz opened up her purse again. I looked toward the screen. James appeared to be sitting on his couch. He was naked. There was another woman kneeling between his legs. She was obviously sucking his cock. I looked toward Liz when she told me to smile. I did it as if it were perfectly natural to pose covered in my own spunk. "OK, done," Liz said. "I'm going to fuck him now, OK sir?" "You may proceed," James replied. "Summer and I will watch." My cock was still flaccid after my orgasm, but Liz cured that by taking me in her mouth and giving me a better blowjob than I ever remembered receiving before. I guess she was learning new skills too. I look at the screen and the woman with James was now sitting next to him. She was very cute with curly hair. But what stood out was a massive set of tits. She was stroking James' cock and her chest was jiggling just enough to let me know her breasts were real. I was so jealous of him. Liz was doing a fine job of bringing my cock back to life. She started alternating between sucking me and stroking me. Whenever she stroked me she would look back at the screen to make sure James and the mystery woman had as good a view as we did. Soon I was hard as a rock again and ready to fuck my good lady. But she had one more trick up her sleeve. Back into her purse she went and when she returned she was holding the infamous cock ring they had discussed last week. I remember thinking as she slid it around my cock and tightened it down to trap the blood engorging my manhood that at least she let me cum once. I can't imagine how painful this would have been without draining my balls first. Liz then turned toward the laptop and mounted me in a reverse cowgirl. I slid down to the base of my cock in one stroke. She was looser than I remembered her to be. Liz began to slowly grind her pussy onto my cock. I alternated my gaze between her ass and the laptop screen. James and the woman appeared to be enjoying the show. Liz's arousal was growing by the moment. "That's good, slave," James' voice rang out. "Fuck yourself for me. I want to see you cum on him." First she had called him master and now he called her slave. I didn't know what was going on but I wasn't about to complain. I was finally fucking my wife again and I wasn't about to do anything to jeopardize that. For her part Liz was thoroughly enjoying herself. Looking up I could see she had her hands on her tits. Looking to the side at the mirror above our dresser I noticed she was pinching her nipple. She wasn't fondling her breasts, she was pinching them hard. What happened at James' house today? My wife returned as a different woman. With a shriek she came and came hard. Of course that triggered my own orgasm, only my cum didn't have any place to go. I yelled out in pain as the muscle attached to the base of my cock contracted and spasmed but found no relief. Liz didn't slow down. "Turn around and fuck him cowboy so we can see your ass," Master James commanded. My wife followed his order immediately. Now I got to see the pleasure on her face as she continued to ride me with reckless abandon. Watching her was always one of the reasons I came so quick with her. She was just so beautiful I couldn't help myself. With the cock ring preventing my release, however, I suffered a succession of mini-cums causing me pain not pleasure. Liz, however, free from the bonds of having a quick shooting husband continued to ride me through three more orgasms of her own. Finally she was spent and climbed off my cock. It was purple and angry looking as the blood had been denied the refresh of oxygen. She unstrapped the cock ring and almost immediately I began cumming. Once again she aimed it at my chest. There wasn't much jizz to shoot the second time, but I'm sure it made James laugh to watch me shoot on myself. As I started to come down from my orgasm I looked to the laptop. The woman had James' cock in her mouth. "Your wife did this earlier today, Sebastian," he proudly told me. "She's turned into quite the skilled cocksucker. I tied her up and teased her until she begged me to let her cum. I used a cane on her ass just because I could. I kept her on the edge of cumming for about 4 hours until she finally cracked and called me her master. She begged over and over for me to fuck her, but I told her today she had to fuck you. It was my gift to you. Don't expect it often." He stopped talking and I saw his body stiffen. He obviously just pumped a load into the willing mouth of his big titted companion. He looked very relieved. When she came up for air I could see her licking her lips. She was smiling and seemed very happy. "Next Saturday you are going to play with us. I will also need Liz all night Wednesday. I'm having some guests over to play poker and need a maid." Both Liz and I replied, "Yes sir," in unison. James then cut the video link. Liz shut down the laptop and got a washcloth out of the bathroom to wipe off my cum. "Don't worry about that honey," I told her. "I like how it feels. It reminds me of how much I love you." Liz didn't respond. I think she was disgusted. She did remove my handcuffs and then she went into the bathroom to shower. I jerked myself off again. I had no cum left in my balls, but I couldn't help myself. I struggled to orgasm again until I pictured myself being James' maid for his poker game. His party was a mix of strong looking men and beautiful women and I was there to attend their every need. After Liz returned from her shower, refreshed and looking innocent again, I asked her what James had done to her earlier. She told me a tale of how James tied her spread eagled to the bed and then teased her until she thought she would die from the need to cum. She said she pledged to do anything he wanted in order to gain her climax. He told her he wanted to spank her and she promised to allow him to do that if he untied her. Once she was free, she said she happily lay on his lap while he spanked her like an insolent child. She said he teased her pussy with his fingers enough to keep her on the edge of cumming. She said she almost did just rubbing herself on his knee while he paddled her ass. After the spanking he cuffed her hands above her head and used a soft flogger on her breasts, stomach and thighs. She confessed she wished he had hit her pussy because she thought it would make her climax. Then he turned her around and used the cane leaving the marks I had seen. Liz told me she was sure James was going to fuck her to complete her submission but instead he had sent her home with orders to take her pleasure from me. I asked her about the woman I saw on the video call but she said she didn't know who she was and that she wasn't there when she left. I wondered how many other wives James kept in his stable. The rest of the week flew by. Liz was spending more time at home. I was continuing to make sure she came at least twice a day. The one night she went out (Wednesday for the poker game) I was overcome by the urge to check her browsing history on her laptop. She had been surfing adult toy sites and looking at a lot of bondage gear. Apparently she really liked what James had done for her last weekend. I had not been crazy about the handcuffs, but of course I said nothing. That night she returned obviously well used. Rode hard and put away wet I believe is the appropriate phrase. But she gave no details and I didn't ask. The cum I licked from her pussy tasted different from Master James' cum. So did the cum in her ass. I wondered how many men had been there and how many had availed themselves of her charms. Not that it really mattered. She was happy and I was happy that she had been pleasured. Saturday rolled around. Initially Anne said she didn't have plans for going out. I was worried that meant James would not be coming over, but then Liz whispered something in her ear and she changed her tune. I watched as she started a call on her cell phone. I didn't catch the first thing she said but I did hear "my parents want to fuck so I need to leave for a while." I couldn't believe this came out of the mouth of my virginal daughter. Five minutes later Anne was gone and Liz was changing into her sexy lingerie. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do so I sat in the living room waiting for James to arrive. It felt so strange opening the door for the man who was going to fuck my wife. Even though it wasn't the first time and he had watched us fuck on the laptop, I still was uncomfortable. As matter-of-factly as you can be, he told me to strip while we waited for Liz to return. Thus James was sitting fully clothed in the living room and I was naked when my beautiful wife descended the stairs. Just like the last time he was here he had Liz stand for inspection and just like last time her ass was plugged. And just like last time I was hard from watching this man so completely dominate my wife. This time James had different plans for us. Instead of just making me sit and watch, he handcuffed my wrists behind my back and told me to lie down on the floor. I didn't like the prospect of having my cock wrapped again, but of course I did as I was told. What happened next surprised me. From his bag of tricks he pulled out a ball gag and affixed it to Liz to "keep her quiet." I wondered if I was going to witness another caning. Instead he told her to straddle me in a 69 position. I was treated to a close up view of a very wet pussy. Nobody had touched her yet but her anticipation had her flowing. My cock stood up proud from my body, but I realized the ball gag would prevent her from sucking me. That wasn't very fair. James busied himself taking his clothes off. His cock was at medium firmness. Since Liz's mouth was out of commission I wondered if he expected me to suck him hard. Fortunately he didn't. He ordered me to start licking Liz's pussy while he tugged on his cock to finish getting himself ready. Then he pushed himself into her pussy. His balls hit me on the nose as my mouth was plastered to her clit. She made a mewing sound I had not heard before. I took that to mean she liked what was happening. How can I describe the feeling of watching another man's cock up close and personal as he gave my wife the pleasure I could not? Obviously I felt inadequate as Liz continued to mew, moan and of course climax. Her juices were dripping from her pussy and landing on my face. I continued to work her clit in the way I knew drove her wild, but I knew my tongue was only part of her pleasure that night as James' heavy balls continued to slap against me. My cock was painfully hard, of course, and I wished my hands were free to relieve the pressure. But like Liz had done to me before, all I could do was lie there suffering. There was no reprieve for the wimp. Liz's position meant she was looking down at my engorged cock. The importance of the ball gag was apparent. I'm sure she would have sucked me off while James and I serviced her pussy. But that would have given me pleasure and my pair of tormentors didn't seem inspired to do so. Liz came several times as James crushed her from behind. I wondered how long he could last. I was sure he would cum deep inside her and then order her to sit on my face to let his cum drain from her pussy. Maybe then they would give me some relief. Then my world came crashing down. The garage door opened and I heard Anne walking back in the house. She was talking on her cell phone. I began to struggle, although with my hands bound I wasn't going anywhere. As she walked into the living room she dropped her phone. I felt Liz tense. James didn't slow down. In fact he gave Liz a swat on the ass. The sound echoed in the room and Liz began bucking against him again. Anne picked up her phone and told her friend she would have to call her back. I couldn't see her face through the tangle of body parts but I imagined her standing there open mouthed trying to figure out what was going on. "So you are the lovely Anne I've heard so much about," James said breaking the ice. He stopped pumping my wife long enough to extend his right hand to my daughter. I could see just the tip of his cock remaining in contact with Liz's labia. I'm sure Anne got a good look at its glistening length. "What the hell is going on here?" Anne asked. "Dad, what are you doing?" I was too ashamed to speak the truth to her. Fortunately James spoke up. "Your step-mom is a very sexual woman. She has needs your dad was not satisfying. We have an arrangement. Fortunately I am more than capable of providing sexually for her. Your dad is insecure about his sexuality and does what we tell him." "Dad?" she said again with an inflection of disappointment. "It's OK honey. What Master James said is true." I didn't plan on calling him master. It just slipped out. I now understood how Liz was so easily able to call him that. James continued with my humiliation. "Liz, your husband has been a good boy and needs relief. I want you to give him a handjob." Immediately Liz began to stroke my cock. My whole body tensed. James was going to make me cum in front of my daughter and it wasn't going to take long. Looking up I saw his balls begin to move backward and his cock plopped out of Liz's pussy and landed on my face with a heavy thud. "Oops, sorry about that Sebastian," James said mockingly. I knew it wasn't an accident, but would Anne? James repositioned his cock at the entrance to Liz's pussy. She rocked her hips back. It was obvious she wanted more and didn't care if Anne was watching.