0 comments/ 36010 views/ 8 favorites Cowboy Steak and Beans By: Goodhusband This story is a sequel to "Louis Makes a Decision". You may want to read that story before beginning this one, but it's not necessary. This story can be read and enjoyed on it's own. "Cowboy Steak and Beans" is about a dominant hot wife who delights in humiliating her submissive cuckold husband while she freely enjoys the sexual favors of other men. That is the kind of story I write. If this type of story offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable then I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. My stories are passionately romantic and they are filled with drama and emotion. The dominant hot wives in my stories dearly love their submissive cuckold husbands. If you like romantic dramas then you may still be able to enjoy my stories even if you don't embrace the cuckold hotwife life style. I still urge caution. All of my stories include scenes of cuckolding, domination, mild sadomasochism and humiliation. It is essential that you be secure enough in your own sexuality to not feel personally threatened when you read about people who enjoy expressing their love for each other in unconventional ways. That said, if you are just looking for romantic dramas this story and it's predecessor, "Louis Makes a Decision" are not good choices for you. Sarah Raymond is the most dominant and sadistic wife that I have ever created. She loves her husband, but she also torments him with relentless intensity. These two stories are meant for enthusiasts of this genre. If you are looking for romantic dramas and won't be offended by the hot wife cuckold life style I would suggest some of my earlier stories. "Sandra and Stevie" or "April's Story" would be good choices. * It was the second Sunday in November. Sarah and I had just landed at the San Antonio airport. We were traveling to the tiny town of Janderville, Texas. Janderville was the home of my Great Aunt Maude. When she was 18, Maude married a Texas cattle rancher named Ben Palmer and moved to Janderville. She spent the rest of her life there helping her husband run their ranch. While I was growing up my great aunt was a frequent guest in our house. Everyone loved Maude. She was a fascinating woman. My mother went to visit her at least once a year. Because of school, I was never allowed to accompany her on these trips. This was going to be my first visit to Janderville. Unfortunately, it wasn't a pleasure trip. Last week my cousin Diane called to tell me that Maude was dying in a Janderville nursing home. That night I explained the situation to Sarah. The next day my wife had her secretary make all the necessary travel arrangements. Sarah was adamant, we were going to Texas. We were lucky, the timing was good. Monday was Veterans Day. The University was on a short break and Sarah had a day with a clear court calendar. This allowed us to fly to Texas on Sunday morning and return home again the next day. Three hours after landing in San Antonio we were speeding down a two lane highway in west central Texas. We had just passed through the Texas hill country. The scenery was beautiful. Sarah was at the wheel of our rented Cadillac. She always did the driving when we traveled together. You might say that applied to all aspects of our marriage. My wife always drove. Sarah liked to drive fast. I watched as she pulled up behind two slower cars and floored the accelerator. My wife took a deep breath as the powerful Cadillac engine roared to life. She casually swung our car into the oncoming traffic lane and passed the two cars like they were standing still. Power was an aphrodisiac to Sarah. When she pulled back into our lane I looked over at the speedometer. We were traveling at well over ninety miles per hour. It was seven months since we reunited. If you read our previous story, you know about our divorce. Sarah and I got remarried in mid June. That crisis forged a solid bond between us. Since we got back together, our marriage has been a model of indestructible love. Don't get me wrong. I am still a submissive cuckold slave. Sarah continues to go dancing every Thursday night with her friends Cassie and Monica. On these evenings my wife occasionally meets a guy she likes. When she does, she feels free to bring him home. After introducing him to me, they generally go directly to her bedroom and spent the rest of the night fucking. Sarah has had two steady boyfriends since we remarried. Those guys have to go through an interesting selection process. Sarah invites them to dinner. She likes to get my opinion about a guy before she starts seeing him on a regular basis. If I don't approve of her new man, he's out on his ear. Sarah's newest boyfriend drove us to the airport that morning. His name was Derek Snyder. Mr. Snyder was generally fair and kind, but he treated me with just enough calculated disdain to keep me in my place. Even though Derek was 27 and I was 40, Sarah required me to address him as Mr. Snyder. Because our flight left at 7:00 that morning, Mr. Snyder spent the previous night at our house. I served them a very nice dinner of poached salmon and rice pilaf. After dinner Derek and Sarah sat on the living room couch and taunted me by making out while I cleaned the kitchen and dining room. My wife actually gave her boyfriend a blow job while I timidly watched from the dining room. After they finally got bored with tormenting me, they retired to Sarah's bedroom where, judging from the noise my wife made, they spent most of the rest of the night fucking. Once I was done cleaning the house I retired to my own bedroom. I was excited. I would have loved to masturbate, but of course I couldn't. There was a man in the house. I was wearing my chastity cage. This was one of Sarah's strictest rules. When she has a male visitor I am not allowed "to run around with a free swinging dick". She always laughs and tells me that she wouldn't want me to get the idea that I was the equal of one of her stud lovers. The next morning we were up very early. I served a nice breakfast to Derek and Sarah and then my wife gave her boyfriend a goodbye blow job while I put our bags in my beige minivan. We had to take my car to the airport. Derek and Sarah both drove sports cars. My minivan was the only vehicle big enough to hold all three of us and our luggage. The minivan was a birthday present from Sarah. When she gave it to me there was a note on the dash board. "Dear Louis, This is the perfect car for the perfect housewife. Your loving husband, Sarah" Sarah loved to tease me about our marital roles. She took great pleasure in pointing out that she was the dominant partner so according to tradition, she must be the husband and I was the submissive partner, so I must be the wife. I'm not sure the women's rights movement would appreciate Sarah's joke, but she found it very funny. Just before we left the house, I took Sarah aside. "Ms. Raymond, may I ask a favor?' She nodded to me. "Certainly Louis." "I'm still wearing my chastity cage. Could you please remove it before we leave for the airport?" Sarah considered my request. After a moment she shook her head. "I'm sorry Louis, you know the rules. Derek is still with us. It just wouldn't be right." She patted my head. "I promise that I'll take it off as soon as we get to the motel in Janderville." I sighed and bit my lower lip. When she noticed my dejected expression, my wife shook her head. Her voice took on a very firm tone. "Louis this really is for the best. There are going to be lots of men at the airport. If you're wearing your cage, I think it will be much easier for you to remember your place." Her voice softened. "Now it's time to leave, go get in the back seat of the minivan." As we sped down the highway to Janderville, I glanced over at my wife. She was a stunning beauty. Sarah Raymond was a 5' 8" blond with a luscious figure that drew the attention of every man she encountered. She knew she was attractive and she enjoyed flaunting her beauty. Sarah knew exactly how to do that. At that moment she was wearing a very expensive tan corduroy sport jacket with a pair of faded skin tight western jeans. The Jeans did a wonderful job of showcasing her gorgeous ass. It was an attractive outfit, but Sarah's blouse turned it into a masterpiece. The blouse was a lacy, embroidered white shirt that buttoned up the front. When she got dressed this morning, my wife had left the top three buttons open. Sarah went braless whenever she had the opportunity. This wasn't because she didn't need a brassiere, believe me she did. My wife went braless because she loved the effect it had on the men she encountered. Today's outfit was no exception. Sarah's ample cleavage poured out of the open top of her blouse. It was just after 2:00 pm when we entered the city limits of Janderville. City might be a misleading term. Janderville was actually a sleepy little cowboy town. The highway went through the center of the business district and served as the main street. There was a two block stretch with a feed store, a grocery store, a hardware store, a gas station, a cafe and a bar. The high school was at one end of the town. The only motel was four blocks down Main Street at the other end of town. As we drove passed the high school I noticed there was a football field complete with bleachers and lights. This was rural Texas. Football was king here. My wife pulled the Cadillac into the parking lot of the Slumber Rest Motel. We went inside. Sarah took care of the check in details. After she was done she smiled at the desk clerk and asked, "Where we can get a nice dinner this evening?" The attractive middle aged woman behind the desk handed us our keys and said in a lovely Texas drawl, "Your best bet is the King's Court Supper Club. It's in Sanderson. That's about eighteen miles down the highway." "Isn't there some place closer?' "Sure, Molly's Cafe on Main Street." "How's the food at Molly's?" "Just fine as long as you want cowboy steak and beans." "Can we get a cocktail there?" The desk clerk shook her head. "No Ma'am, but you can get one across the street at Benny's Saloon." Sarah nodded. "Thank you." As we turned to leave the desk clerk called to us. "By the way, if you want to watch the football game tonight you're going to have to go to Benny's." Sarah stared at her. "Why is that?" She shrugged. "Our Satellite dish is broken. Benny's is the only place in town that will have the game on television." She smiled at us. "If you want a good seat to watch the game, I'd get there early. It's the Cowboy's against the Giants. This is Sunday Night Football. You're in Cowboy country. People here have been talking about this game all week long. As we stepped out the door, Sarah waved. "Thanks, we'll remember that." The nursing home was at the other end of town. We drove the four blocks. When we got there, Sarah pulled the Cadillac into the parking lot. We got out and went inside. Aunt Maude was just barely conscious. When I told her who we were she smiled. That was the full extent of our communication that afternoon. I think she remembered who I was, but I couldn't really be sure. We spent a couple hours holding Maude's hand. When we saw the staff bringing supper trays to the rooms we realized it was dinner time and decided to leave. Once we got back to the car, Sarah held my hand. "Are you okay baby?" I smiled. "Thanks, I'm fine." I shrugged. "Getting old is hard." Sarah squeezed my hand. "I'm glad we have each other. It will make getting old much easier for me." I sighed. "I'm glad we got back together." She nodded. "So am I." Sarah put the car into gear and backed out into Main Street. "Let's go get a nice dinner." She looked at me. "An eighteen mile drive doesn't seem all that far to me." "I agree, we can be at the supper club in fifteen minutes." Sarah put the Cadillac into gear and took off. We had just gone two blocks when she slammed on the breaks. A middle aged cowboy was crossing the street. It was dusk, but there was still enough light to see that he was a very handsome man. He hadn't bothered to look before he stepped into the street. It was easy to understand why. At six o'clock on Sunday evening the Main Street of Janderville looked like an empty parking lot. When he heard our car stopping the cowboy turned and stared at us. After a moment, he casually tipped his hat and continued across the street. My wife gasped when she saw his full head of dark hair and chiseled jaw. He looked like a movie cowboy. She continued staring at this matinee idol as he sauntered the rest of the way across the street, stepped onto the side walk and disappeared into Molly's Cafe. Sarah pulled the car into a parking place and turned to me. "Louis, if you don't mind I've suddenly developed an appetite for cowboy steak and beans." I laughed. "I guess the night life in Janderville just got a whole lot more attractive." My wife grinned at me. "It most certainly did." We went into Molly's Cafe and found a table. The cowboy was seated three tables away from us. Sarah took the chair that was facing him. I knew why. During dinner my wife fully intended to brazenly flirt with this strange man. The waitress hurried over to our table and set menus in front of us. She was an attractive woman in her early forties. She flashed us an engaging smile. "Hi I'm Mandy, welcome to Molly's cafe. Ya all are new around here." Sarah smiled at her. "Yes we are Mandy. What do you recommend for dinner?" "I had the meatloaf tonight. It was pretty good.' "Mandy could you get us two cups of coffee while we look at the menu?" "I most certainly can." Mandy left to get our coffee. We read our menus. The choices were very limited. The special was meatloaf. We could also choose fried chicken or a twelve ounce sirloin steak with a side of pinto beans. I assumed that this was the cowboy steak and beans. Sarah set her menu down. "I'm going to have the sirloin steak. You'll be having the meatloaf." I took a deep breath. "So it's going to be like that?" When Sarah and I were in a restaurant and she was feeling dominant she always ordered for me. She nodded. "You'd better believe it Pussyboy." "I kind of had my heart set on the steak." She shook her head. "Sorry Wimpboy. I'm the only one whose eating steak tonight. You're having the meatloaf." I chuckled. "I think we might be in for an interesting evening." Sarah grinned. "I certainly hope so." Mandy returned with the coffee pot. While she was pouring a cup for each of us my wife set her menu down. "Mandy I'll have the sirloin steak done medium rare. My husband will be having the meat loaf." Mandy turned and stared at me. In Janderville, Mandy was used to seeing the husband order for his wife. She was mildly shocked. I shrugged. "She's the boss." Mandy giggled. "Oh my, you two are certainly an interesting couple." Sarah winked at her. "Mandy you have no idea how interesting we are. What you're seeing is just the tip of the iceberg." Mandy stared at Sarah. After a moment she turned and looked at me. I had my head obediently bowed. Mandy's face suddenly turned red. She covered her mouth with her hand in shock and said, "Oh dear!" Then she grabbed our menus and quickly scurried off to the kitchen." After she was gone Sarah looked at me. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did Pussyboy?" I nodded. "You're turning this into a very exciting meal." The service at Molly's was excellent. Our food arrived quickly. We didn't talk much during dinner. My wife's attention was focused elsewhere. That was okay, we'd spent the entire day traveling together. We were actually talked out. I spent the meal observing Sarah. I never get tired of watching her while she's trying to get a man's attention. My wife is a mistress of seduction. Once the cowboy finished his dinner he ambled over to the cash register, paid his check and picked up a toothpick. He turned around, put the toothpick in his mouth and strolled over to our table. He put his hand on the back of my wife's chair and leaned over. "Honey you look good enough to eat." Sarah pointed at me and smiled. "That's his job. I'm sure that you and I could find a much more interesting way to enjoy each other." The cowboy chewed on his toothpick. After a moment he nodded. "I do believe we could." He looked at me. "Is that your husband?" Sarah nodded. "He is, but you really don't have to worry about him. He's not going to do anything to interfere with our fun." The cowboy smirked. "Is that true buddy? Will it be okay with you if I decide to hook up with your wife tonight?" I stared at the floor. Everyone in the restaurant was watching us. I was completely humiliated. Sarah leaned forward. "Louis, the man asked you a question. You need to answer him." I very timidly managed to croak out a few words. "Sarah gets to do whatever she wants." The cowboy chuckled and turned to my wife. "Well Sarah, I'm going to go across the street to Benny's Saloon. Since your husband seems to be such an accommodating little fellow, why don't you join me over there after you finish your dinner. I'll buy you a drink." Sarah nodded to him. "I think I'd like that, but why don't we make Louis buy both of us a drink?" The cowboy roared with laughter. "Now that would be a right neighborly thing for him to do." He leaned over and kissed Sarah's cheek. "Sweetheart I'll be waiting for you at Benny's. He turned and walked out the door. As soon as he was gone Mandy came over to our table. "I see the two of you just met Bobby Jefferson." She sighed. "He's so handsome. He's the local stud. The town gossips say that he's the real father of over half the students at Janderville Senior High." After paying the check and leaving Mandy a generous tip, Sarah turned to me. "All right Pussyboy, it's time for us to check out Benny's saloon. Every eye in Mollie's cafe was fixed on us as I obediently followed my wife out the door. Benny's was crowded. The odor of stale beer and cigarette smoke hung in the air. Bobby Jefferson was leaning against the far wall. He had a long neck bottle of beer in his hand. A cigarette was dangling from his lips. He was talking to two other men. They were both dressed like cowboys. When he spotted Sarah he nodded. She nodded back and quickly led me to a table in front of the big screen television. My wife smiled at me as we sat down. "Louis this should be a good place for you to watch the game." As soon as we were seated Bobby Jefferson strolled over. He dropped his cigarette on the floor and squashed it out with the tip of his boot. After downing the last of his beer in on swallow; he placed the bottle on the table behind him, pulled a chair up next to Sarah and sat down. Bobby possessively put his arm around my wife and grinned at me. "Buddy, your wife told me you were going to buy us a couple of beers. I drink Budweiser." He turned to Sarah. "Honey what are you drinking?" She smiled at him. "Budweiser will be just fine." This surprised me. Sarah rarely drank beer. Bobby turned back to me. "The bar maid's name is Trisha. They don't wait on you at Benny's, so hop to it buddy." Sarah looked at me. "Louis, you heard the man; get us our beer." I got up. As I walked across the room I shook my head. Bobby Jefferson was not a man who was afraid to take charge. The bar maid looked up at me when I got to the bar. She had an endearing smile "Hi honey, welcome to Benny's. My name's Patricia. Everyone calls me Trisha. What'll you have?" "Trisha, I'd like three bottles of Budweiser and three glasses." Trisha laughed. "Sweetie, I'll get your three beers, but at Benny's you either drink from the bottle or you don't drink at all." Cowboy Steak and Beans She opened three long neck Bud's. After she set them on the bar she leaned over to me. "Honey is that your wife over there with Bobby Jefferson?" I nodded. "Yes." "A word to the wise. If you let him sit there like that with his arm around her; I guarantee you he's going to be in your wife's panties before this night is over." My voice got very quiet. "My wife is a very independent woman. I have very little control over her behavior." Trisha stared at me. "Are you telling me that you aren't going to do anything to stop Bobby Jefferson?" I sighed and slowly nodded my head. Trisha took my hand. "Honey what's your name?" "Louis." "Well Louis I sure do hope that your wife is using some pretty good birth control. If she isn't, Bobby Jefferson's going to make you a daddy tonight." Trisha patted the back of my hand. "Louis the advice is free. Three bottles of beer is six dollars." I gave Trisha a ten dollar bill. She picked it up. "I'll get your change." I put my hand up. "We're good, thanks for the advice." Trisha put my change in the tip jar and looked at me. "Louis, later on tonight I suspect you're going to be alone for awhile. When that happens, you come over and sit at the bar with me okay?" I picked up the three bottles of beer. "I'd like that Trisha." As I walked away from the bar the man who was sitting next to me started to snicker. Trisha glared at him. "Shut up Zack." When I got back to our table Sarah was sitting on Bobby's lap. She had her arm around his neck. They were openly flirting with each other. I looked around, it seemed like everyone in the bar was staring at us. Bobby turned to me as I set the beer on the table. "Thanks buddy, that's real generous of you to buy a couple of beers for me and my woman." He started snickering and kissed Sarah on the lips. She kissed him back. While she was kissing Bobby she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. Sarah was making sure I was paying attention. The thrill she got from torturing me was every bit as important to her as the thrill she was getting from kissing her cowboy. I turned and looked up at the television. Fortunately the football game was starting. I desperately needed something to distract me from what was happening across the table. I did my best to focus my attention on the game, but it was difficult. Directly across the table, my wife was sitting on another man's lap laughing and giggling like a teenager on her first date. Sitting in that bar watching Bobby and my wife flirt with each other was the most humiliating experience of my life. There were at least fifty people in Benny's saloon and I was certain that everyone of them knew exactly what was happening. Bobby was popular. From time to time a cowboy would stop by our table to say hello. Bobby would greet him and introduce Sarah as his new girlfriend. I was of course, ignored. After about a half hour of this flirting Bobby whispered into Sarah's ear. She giggled and said, "I'd love to." They stood up. Sarah turned to me. "Louis, Bobby and I are going to the back room to shoot some pool." I nodded. "Have a good time." Bobby Jefferson took my wife's hand and led her away. As they disappeared into the backroom I looked around. At every table people were snickering or whispering to each other. I was the laughing stock of the saloon. I buried my face in my hands and sighed. I was now all alone in a room full of people that were all staring at me. I tried to watch the football game, but I felt foolish sitting by myself. Suddenly, I remembered Trisha's invitation. This was exactly the situation she was talking about. I decided I deserved a little comfort. I got up and walked over to the bar. My new friend was waiting for me with an open bottle of Budweiser. As I at down she placed the beer in front of me. "It looks to me like you can use this." I took a deep breath. "I sure can." Trisha leaned over the bar and patted my cheek. "Honey, why do you put up with that?" I spent the next twenty minutes telling Trisha about my marriage to Sarah. After I was done she stared at me. "You're telling me that it gets you off when your wife plays with other men?" "Yes." She shrugged. "Well it certainly doesn't hurt anyone, so I guess it's okay." She laughed. "Louis honey if you ever break up with your wife again, come look me up. I'd love to have you for a husband." I smiled at her. "I'll keep that in mind Trisha." Occasionally two people meet and immediately realize that they are destined to become friends. That was true of Trisha the bar maid and me. We both knew that our friendship was going to be very short lived so we made the most of our time together. When Trisha wasn't busy waiting on customers, she and I chatted and watched the football game. At halftime I looked at my watch and took a deep breath. "I guess I'd better go see what's happening in the backroom." Trisha nodded. "You're right, it's about time. If I know Bobby, he'll be wanting to get your wife to some place a little more private pretty soon." When I turned to leave, Trisha stopped me. "Louis, you're a nice man. You deserve better." I shook my head. "No Trisha, I'm very happy." She laughed. "Well if you ever change your mind, don't forget about me. I'll be waiting for you right here in Benny's saloon." I leaned over the bar and kissed her cheek. "Trisha, I'll always remember that." I turned and slowly walked to the back room of Benny's Saloon. As I made this journey I realized that I loved Sarah and I knew that Sarah loved me. Our relationship excited both of us. I savored the torment and pain that she put me through and she reveled in the thrill she got while she was doing it. Still it was nice to know that the warm love provided by a woman like Trisha was available to me if I should ever want it. I stepped into Bennie's back room and immediately stopped. Sarah was bent over the pool table trying to make a shot. Bobby was behind her leaning on her back. He was in a position that would ordinarily suggest he was trying to teach her how to line up her shot. A quick glance was all I needed to realize that wasn't the situation at all. My wife's blouse was completely unbuttoned. Bobby's hands were on her exposed breasts. He was rolling Sarah's erect nipples between his fingers. Sarah was giggling. "You can't stop me from making this shot." She was trying to sink the four ball in the corner pocket. She hit the shot, the four ball hit the rail next to the pocket and rolled back onto the table. Bobby let go of my wife's breasts, slipped his hand between her legs and goosed her. Sarah shrieked and jumped. Bobby laughed. "Now it's my turn." Sarah handed him the pool stick. "This is war buddy. You haven't got a chance." "Oh yeah! Just watch me." "Bobby, I have absolutely no intention of just watching." As Bobby bent over the pool table Sarah put her left arm around his waist and pulled down the zipper of his jeans with her right hand. When my wife pulled Bobby's enormous erection out of his pants he yelled, "Hey that's not fair." Sarah laughed. "Oh yeah, I thought this was full contact pool. You said it yourself buddy boy, there are no rules." My wife dropped to her knees and put Bobby's cock in her mouth. As soon as she started sucking him, the cowboy shook his head and dropped the pool stick on the table. "I think I just lost interest in this game." Sarah took his cock out of her mouth for a moment. "I was hoping you'd come to that decision." My wife's lover jumped up on the edge of the pool table. As soon as he was seated Sarah put his cock back in her mouth and continued her blow job. Bobby was just about to close his eyes when he noticed me standing in the doorway. "Hey Sarah, your husband just joined us." Sarah stood up and turned so she was facing me. It was immediately obvious that Bobby and my wife had been spending most of their time in the back room making out. Sarah's hair was a mess, her lipstick was smeared, her blouse was unbuttoned and her large breasts were shamelessly exposed. She gave me a smug look. "I was wondering when you'd get here. What took you so long Pussyboy?" Bobby Jefferson laughed. "Nice name." Sarah turned to her lover. "Oh I have lots of names for my wimp husband, pick a favorite." She started laughing. "They come in categories. Let's start with the dicks. We have tiny dick, limp dick, needle dick and of course dickless. The next category would be the boys. That includes pussyboy. sissyboy. wimpboy and slaveboy. You get the idea." My wife stared at me. Her face was flushed, She was obviously very aroused. When Sarah gets excited and I'm around; her sadistic streak frequently takes over. At this moment it was hard to tell which she was enjoying more, having sex with her cowboy or tormenting me. My masochistic streak was now wide awake and I was also having a pretty good time, so I played my role to the hilt. I obediently bowed my head and stood in silence while my wife and her lover verbally abused me. Bobby laughed. "I kind of like Pussyboy." Sarah smirked at me. "Well Louis, it looks like you have a new name for the rest of the night." "Yes Mistress Sarah." When Bobby heard me say that he whistled. "Damn, I've heard about this kind of shit, but I never thought I'd actually see it." Sarah put her arm around her cowboys waist. "Honey you are seeing it. Pussyboy over there is my slave. I can make him do anything I want." She turned and kissed Bobby. "Enough about him. Why don't the three of us go back to our motel. He can wait on us while we enjoy each other in a little more private environment." Sarah fastened the middle button of her blouse. Her breasts were now just barely concealed. At the same time Bobby put his penis back in his jeans and closed his zipper. His huge erection created an obscene lump along the inside of his left thigh. "Come on Bobby, we can wait in the car." Sarah grabbed her lover's hand and led him out of the back room. As they passed me she said, "Pussyboy stop at the bar and buy a six pack of beer. My lover may get thirsty while he's fucking me." I obediently followed Bobby and my wife back into the main room of Benny's Saloon. As Bobby walked back into the bar he possessively put his arm around my wife's shoulder and grinned at everyone in the room. He was putting on a little show. Several of his cowboy buddies clapped and yelled, "Way to go Bobby." As he led my wife out the front door Bobby brazenly slipped his hand inside Sarah's blouse and fondled her right breast while he triumphantly waved to his friends. My face was beet red as I slunk to the bar. Trisha was waiting for me. "Louis, you certainly are a sucker for punishment." I gave her a sly smile. She laughed. "You're enjoying every minute of this aren't you sweetheart?" I slowly nodded. Trisha shook her head. "Honey you might be one of the most interesting men I've ever met. I'm very envious of your wife." I leaned over the bar. "Trisha I need a six pack of Budweiser to go." Trisha found a bag and put six long neck bottles of beer into it. "If I know Bobby, he'll drink this whole six pack by himself." I shrugged. "If I know my wife, I won't be allowed to have any of it anyway." I pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to Trisha. She smiled at me. "I'll get your change." I shook my head. "No, were good." "That's an awfully big tip." "Trisha, you're a nice person. You deserve it." She leaned over the bar and kissed my cheek. "Louis, have a good time at the motel." "Thanks Trisha, I have a feeling that it's going to be very exciting evening." I left the saloon and walked across the street to our Cadillac. I could see Bobby's head in the backseat, but I couldn't see Sarah anywhere. I wasn't fooled. I knew precisely where my wife was and I knew exactly what she was doing. Sarah loved sucking big cocks and I was certain she was taking full advantage of this opportunity. My suspicions were confirmed when I got to the car and looked in the back seat. Sarah's head was leaning against Bobby's flat stomach. She had his cock in her mouth. When she realized I was standing next to the car, Sarah sat up. She took the keys from her purse and tossed them into the front seat. "You're driving Slaveboy. My stud cowboy and I are going to be busy in the backseat." They were both laughing as I got into the car and started the engine. As soon as I started backing the car into Janderville's Main Street Sarah's head disappeared again. I looked in the rear view mirror. Bobby Jefferson had a very happy expression on his face. I understood why, my wife gave an excellent blow job. When we got to the motel I parked in front of our room. The Slumber Rest was an old fashioned motel. Each room had it's own exterior door and a parking place in front of it. We were in room 22. As soon as I parked I glanced into the back seat. My wife's blouse was lying on the seat next to her. She was naked from the waist up. Bobby's jeans were open. His big cock was out. It was sticking straight up. Sarah looked at me. "Pussyboy, go open the door so we can run into the room without having to get dressed." I got out of the car and unlocked the door to the room. As soon as it was open, the back door of the Cadillac flew open and Sarah and Bobby popped out of the back seat. They were both giggling. My wife was still naked from the waist up. Her large breasts were bouncing up and down as she tried to get into the room. Bobby was hanging on to her waist. He was having trouble running because his jeans were down around his knees. His erection was pressed into the small of my wife's back as they wrestled their way into the motel room. Once they were inside I looked around the parking lot. I was relieved to see that it was empty. There was no one around. Our little exhibition had fortunately gone unnoticed. I retrieved the beer and Sarah's blouse from the car and joined my wife and her lover in the motel room. Bobby was sitting on the edge of the bed. Sarah was on her knees sucking his cock. As soon as I closed the motel room door Bobby grinned at me. "Hey Pussyboy, get me one of them beers. I need something to quench my thirst while your wife works out on my dick." I opened one of the bottles of beer and brought it to Bobby. He took a big swallow, set the bottle on the night stand next to the bed and lifted up his right leg. "Thanks for the beer Pussyboy, now pull my boots off." I stood still. I was shocked. As Sarah's slave, I've been forced to submit to a multitude of indignities, but somehow having to pull a man's boots off while my wife sucked his cock was a humiliation that I'd never even imagined. I didn't move. Suddenly I heard Sarah's voice. "Pussyboy do as you're told. Pull off my stud's boots." I looked at my wife. She was holding her lover's cock in her hand while she glared at me. "You don't want me to pull your panties down, take you across my knee and give you a spanking in front of Mr. Jefferson do you?" "I shook my head. "No Mistress Sarah, please don't do that." "Then do as your told!" "Yes Mistress." Both Sarah and Bobby watched as I got down on my knees and obediently pulled Mr. Jefferson's boots off. After I was finished Bobby grinned at me. "Very good Pussyboy. Now take your wife's jeans and panties off." Sarah lay back on the bed. I unsnapped her jeans, pulled them off and set them on the chair next to the bed. My wife was now only wearing a pair of thong panties." Bobby stared at me. "Take her panties off Pussyboy." I nodded "Yes sir." Both Sarah and Mr. Jefferson smirked when they heard me address him as sir. As soon as I pulled Sarah's panties off; Bobby lay back and smiled at her. "Honey you can take my jeans off." I heard my wife take a deep breath. She liked being dominated by a strong man. She particularly enjoyed it when I was present. As she stood up, Sarah giggled and said, "Yes Sir." She pulled Bobby's jeans and boxer shorts off. As soon as he was naked he grabbed my wife's arm and pulled her down on the bed next to him. "It's time for us to get down to some serious fucking." Sarah giggled with delight when her macho cowboy rolled her onto her back, pinned her to the mattress and climbed on top of her. As Bobby was rubbing the tip of his large erection against the lips of my wife's sopping cunt she looked at me. "Pussyboy I want you to kneel at the foot of the bed and watch. Mr. Jefferson is going to show you how a real man makes love to a woman." I got down on my knees at the foot of the bed. I was mesmerized by what was happening in front of me. I'd seen Sarah give several blow jobs to other men, but this was the first time I was ever allowed to watch while a man was fucking her. Sarah's eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip as Bobby slowly pushed his huge cock into her cunt. I couldn't be sure if she was reacting to pain or pleasure. Once he had his cock all the way inside my wife, Bobby stopped and remained perfectly still. He was obviously letting Sarah get used to the feeling of having his huge penis inside her. This macho cowboy actually appeared to be a gentle caring lover. After a moment Sarah seemed to relax. She sighed and opened her eyes. I was kneeling to one side of the end of the bed. I wanted to be able to watch my wife's face while Bobby fucked her. When she saw me she smiled and gave me a wink. I think she was trying to let me know that she was all right. When Bobby noticed that Sarah was ready, he started to slowly push his cock in and out of her cunt. He was making long slow strokes. Sarah synchronized her breathing with his movement. As Bobby pushed his cock into her, my wife took a breath. When he pulled it back out she exhaled. They soon fell into a nice steady rhythm. I was overwhelmed with envy as I watched Bobby fuck my wife. I could only imagine the incredible pleasure he was feeling as he pushed his cock in and out of Sarah's warm moist pussy. Bobby started to quicken his pace. As he fucked Sarah, each of his thrusts became increasingly powerful. My wife responded by bucking her hips in an effort to meet each of these vigorous strokes. It wasn't long before it looked like they were attacking each other with the blind fury of two savages fighting for their lives. Sarah dug her fingers into Bobby's back and started to cry. I immediately recognized the cry. It's a sound I've become quite familiar with over the past several months. I hear it several times a night when my wife is entertaining a man in her bedroom. I also knew that this cry was merely a prelude to the uncontrolled scream that was coming. Sarah arched her back and started to shake. Suddenly she screamed. As I watched, it was very clear that this scream was an expression of excruciating pleasure. This was the first time I'd ever witnessed Sarah having an orgasm from intercourse. She was much more vocal during this climax than she was when she came while I was licking her cunt. When I was giving my wife head, I always backed away when she had an orgasm. Bobby didn't do that. He just ignored Sarah's cries and kept fucking her. He was obviously much more concerned about his own pleasure than my wife's. I guess that made sense. After all, Bobby was a total stranger. Gradually Sarah's orgasm started to subside, but Bobby continued pumping his cock in and out of her cunt. Suddenly he made a series of quick short thrusts followed by one long slow stroke that penetrated deep into my wife's womb. Sarah seemed to sense what was happening. She wrapped her legs around Bobby's thighs and held him inside her. Bobby stopped moving. As I watched him I realized that he was ejaculating. Cowboy Steak and Beans I stared at this man as he pumped his semen deep into my wife. I was fascinated by what was happening. After a moment I saw the muscles in his body start to relax. Apparently he was done cumming. Gradually he collapsed onto Sarah's soft breasts. Her legs were still wrapped around his thighs. She was still holding his cock inside her. Finally Bobby rolled off of my wife. He was a strong man. He easily broke Sarah's leg hold. She uttered a soft cry of disappointment when she felt her lover's softening cock pop out of her cunt. Bobby lay still for a brief moment then he sat up and looked at me. "Hey Pussyboy, get me another beer." I got a beer for Mr. Jefferson. As I handed it to him he sat up and grinned at me. "Pussyboy, fluff up these pillows and put them behind my back." I looked at Sarah. She gave me a subtle nod. Her message was clear, do as I was told or else. I obediently fluffed up the pillows and placed them behind Bobby's back. He took a big swallow of his beer and smirked at me. "Thanks Pussyboy, that feels real good." Sarah spread he legs. A trickle of Bobby's semen was dripping from her cunt. A small pool of cum had already formed on the bed sheet immediately below her pussy. She smiled at me. "Pussyboy, Mr. Jefferson left a mess between my legs. You need to come over here and clean it up." I stared at Sarah. I'd licked her lover's semen out of her cunt on numerous occasions, but it was always after they'd gone home. She did kiss me and pass Dave's cum into my mouth while he watched, but this was after she gave him a blow job. For some reason it seemed to me that licking a man's semen out of my wife's cunt while he watched was a much more demeaning act. Sarah recognized my reticence immediately and raised her eyebrows. "Louis, you are being remarkably difficult this evening. If you continue this uncooperative attitude I promise you that you will get a spanking." I bowed my head and bit my lower lip. Mr. Jefferson chuckled. "Pussyboy, you'd better do as you're told or your wife's going to take you across her knee and tan your hide." My face was beet red, but I obeyed. I tentatively moved into position between Sarah's legs and pressed my tongue into her cunt. The cowboy's semen was still warm. I was of course used to the taste and consistency so it really didn't bother me. It was the fact that he was watching that made me balk. As I started lapping up Bobby's cum I heard him whistle. "Shit, I do believe that I can now go to my grave having seen everything." He laughed. "Sarah, he's really doing it. He's licking up my jizz." When Sarah answered him, there was a measure of pride in her voice. "My little slaveboy is in fact very well behaved. He will do absolutely anything I tell him to do." It might sound silly, but when I heard my wife say that I was overwhelmed with a sense of pride. I relaxed and focused my attention on my work. I decided that doing this in front of Mr. Jefferson was actually kind of exciting. It also felt nice to have my face pressed into Sarah's sweet pussy. My wife gently tapped the top of my head. "Slaveboy don't forget to lick up the pool of cum on the sheet between my legs." I nodded obediently and quickly went to work. It wasn't long before the pool of semen was just a damp spot on the bed. After I was done I looked up at Sarah. I was waiting for her praise. She looked down at me and smiled. She knew what I wanted. My wife patted my head like I was a small dog. "Good boy, you did that with a gentle tongue. It felt very nice. Now go back to your spot on the floor." I sat up beaming with pride. When I turned to get off of the bed, I saw my reflection in the mirror on the wall. My face glistened with Bobby Jefferson's cum. Sarah waited until I got back to my spot. When she saw that I was properly positioned on my knees, she turned to her cowboy and gently picked up his flaccid penis. "Let's see if we can't find a way to put a little life back in your weapon." Bobby leaned back on his pillows, took a sip of his beer and grinned. "Go for it Sarah." My wife leaned over and started licking his limp penis. It wasn't long before it started to grow. As soon as Sarah realized it was getting hard again, she put Bobby's cock in her mouth and sucked it until he had another full erection. Once he was hard Bobby set his beer on the nightstand, rolled over and pushed Sarah down on the bed. It was clear that this cowboy liked being on top. As he mounted my wife, Bobby looked back at me. "Pussyboy I'm going to take another try at making you a daddy tonight." He laughed and turned his attention back to Sarah. This time his cock slipped right into her pussy. My wife was already stretched out from their previous fuck and even though I'd tried my best to lick her clean, there was still quite a bit of Bobby's cum left inside her cunt. There was no gentle beginning to this second round of fucking. Both Sarah and Bobby picked up right where they'd left off at the end of their last fuck. As soon as he was inside my wife, Bobby started pumping his cock in and out of her cunt with relentless intensity. Sarah dug her fingernails into his back and cried, "Come on cowboy, give it to me. This time I want it rough." Bobby laughed and began hammering his cock into my wife's cunt. Sarah wrapped her legs around the back of Bobby's thighs and started crying with pleasure as she bucked her hips in an effort to meet each of his powerful thrusts. They kept this up for over twenty minutes. My wife had two orgasms while Bobby fucked her. The cowboy never tired. He was like a machine. He just kept pounding his huge cock in and out of Sarah's cunt. Just when I was beginning to wonder if Bobby was ever going to cum he thrust his cock deep into my wife's vagina and held it there. Realizing what was happening, Sarah screamed at her lover. "Yes that's right, do it! Cum inside me; give me your baby." My wife was just taunting me. When she started dating other men she had a tubal ligation. Getting pregnant wasn't a possibility. As she screamed Sarah tightened her leg hold around Bobby's waist and held him inside her. It seemed as if she was trying to make sure that none of his fertile semen could escape from her womb. Bobby laughed and yelled, "Pussyboy, I'm making you into a daddy right now." He held his cock deep inside my wife until he was done ejaculating. As soon as he lost his erection he rolled off of Sarah and lay down on his back. He was spent. Bobby lay perfectly still for a moment and then he grinned at me. "Pussyboy I need another one of them beers and I need it pronto." I jumped up and opened a beer. When I handed it to him he sat up, took a long swallow and flashed me a huge grin. "Thanks pal." He turned and put his feet on the floor. "Buddy do you think you could toss me my jeans and my boots." I gathered up Bobby's clothes and put them on the bed next to him. As soon as he was dressed he leaned over and gave my wife a long passionate kiss. After they broke apart Sarah smiled at Bobby and said, "Thank you, I really enjoyed that." He laughed. "So did I." Bobby stood up and turned to me. "Hey Louis, no offense about anything tonight. We were all just having fun right?" I nodded. "That's right, no offense was taken." He patted me on the back. "Louis, you're a good guy. I'm not quite sure why you let me fuck your wife, but I'm real glad you did." He shook his head. "She's one very hot woman." Bobby walked to the door. "If it's okay with the two of you, I'm going to head back to Benny's. I might still be able to catch the tail end of the football game." I smiled. "You go right ahead Bobby. It was nice to meet you." He smiled back as he opened the door. "If the two of you are ever back in Janderville, be sure to look me up. You'll most likely find me sitting in Benny's having a beer." I nodded. "We'll remember that." Bobby gave us a short wave and walked out the door. As soon as it was closed Sarah started laughing. "Louis, I want you to remember what he just said. I am one very hot woman." I laughed. "My dear, there has never been any doubt in my mind about that." Sarah spread her legs and wiggled her finger at me. "Pussyboy my cowboy may be gone, but you haven't finished your chores yet." I looked at my wife. There was a trickle of semen running from her gaping pussy. She giggled at me. "I think it's time for you to get your clothes off." I undressed quickly. When I pulled my panties down Sarah looked at my chastity cage and shook her head. "You poor little boy. The big cowboy got to have all kinds of fun; but your little wee wee was locked up in it's cage and couldn't get out, so you didn't get to play. All you could do was watch." My wife grabbed my arm and pulled me down on the bed. "Come here Cuckboy. You deserve a treat." She started laughing. "I have another serving of Texas cream pie just for you." For the second time that evening I slipped between Sarah's legs and started lapping another man's cum from her cunt. When I was done I looked up at my wife. I knew that my face was smeared with Bobby Franklin's semen. Sarah patted my head. "That was very good, but I think now that my lover has left, we need to do a more thorough cleaning. Lie down on your back Pussyboy." I quickly followed directions and lay down on the bed. I knew what Sarah was planning. She climbed onto my face, placed her cunt directly over my mouth and sat down. Once she was on top of me a steady stream of semen dribbled into my mouth. I lapped it up as rapidly as I could. After I was done, Sarah leaned forward so her clit was in my mouth. When my wife is really excited, she loves having her clit sucked and I revel in doing it for her. Sarah gasped when she felt me seal my lips around her engorged love button. "Louis you do that so well. You were born to give head to a woman." Her praise made me beam with pride. I sucked Sarah's clit. At the same time, I gently massaged it with my tongue. I knew my wife loved this combination. She was already aroused. It only took a few moments to bring her to her fourth orgasm of the evening. When the waves of pleasure finally subsided Sarah rolled off of my face and lay back on the bed. There was a serene expression on her face. At that moment, my wife was a well satisfied woman. Sarah stared at the ceiling. "Louis I feel so good right now." She looked at me and smiled. "It would be just perfect if you would give me a nice foot massage." A pang of disappointment shot through me. I was hoping that Sarah was about to remove my chastity cage and give me a long slow blow job. I sighed and slid myself down to my wife's feet. As I started to massage Sarah's tiny toes I decided that prolonging my sweet torture wasn't that bad after all. Sarah closed her eyes. "Louis, that feels so good. Having a slave is such a wonderful luxury." Sarah's words got me even more excited. I could sense that my wife was beginning to feel very dominant. Suddenly, I desperately wanted to submit to her. I bent over, closed my eyes and passionately kissed her feet. She opened her eyes and stared at me. After a moment she smiled and whispered, "Indeed, how delightfully interesting." Sarah raised her right leg and pushed her foot into my face. She wanted me to lick the bottom of her foot. My wife and I both considered this a very demeaning act. She smirked when she felt my tongue bathing the sole of her foot. Sarah quietly rested on her pillows and enjoyed my demonstration of submission. After a few minutes she raised herself up and tilted her head. "Pussyboy, Bobby and I were in the backroom at Benny's for a long time before you joined us. What were you doing in the bar?" I gently set Sarah's foot down on the bed. "I was talking to Trisha the bar maid." I smiled at my wife and naively said, "She's the nicest person. We had a very pleasant conversation." Sarah sat up. "Are you telling me that when I left you alone in the bar, you took the opportunity to hit on the bar maid?" I shook my head. "No, it was nothing like that. It was all very harmless. We were just talking." Sarah took a deep breath. "Pussyboy, do not try to pass this off as nothing. When I trusted you and left you alone, you violated my trust and took the opportunity to brazenly flirt with another woman." She shook her head. "You humiliated me in front of all those people." I knew that none of this was logical. Sarah knew it too. It didn't matter. My wife's sadistic side was aroused. She'd accidentally stumbled onto a wonderful excuse to punish me and it was obvious that she intended to take full advantage of it. I decided that I might as well just enjoy the fun. I was also fully aware that this was my only choice. Sarah was such a skilled lawyer that any attempt on my part to win a debate about the logic of her complaint would be futile. I submissively bowed my head. "I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't intend to violate your trust. I beg you to forgive me. If you decide that you have to punish me, I fully understand." Sarah smiled. "I am impressed by your contrite attitude. It will make it easier for me to forgive you sometime in the future, but for now you do need to be punished." My wife sighed. "Louis, I'm tired. It's been a very long day. My original plan was to finish our evening by taking your chastity cage off and giving you a nice sweet blow job." She shrugged. "Obviously that's now out of the question. Your behavior this evening has shown me that you can't be trusted. I see no other recourse than to keep your philandering little penis safely locked up until some time in the future when you have managed to prove to me that you are again worthy of my trust." Sarah rolled over onto her side. "I will punish you tomorrow when we're at home. I assure you that it's going to involve my whip. In the meantime, I suggest that you do everything you can to atone for your unspeakable breach of faith." I had to admire Sarah. She almost had me believing I'd done something wrong. She laid her head on her pillows. "If you really are feeling remorse about your behavior, you might want to demonstrate it by spending the night with your tongue in my ass." I knew Sarah wasn't kidding. I realized that I wouldn't get much of an opportunity to sleep, but it certainly would make for a night that I'd never forget. I spread the cheeks of her ass apart. My wife cooed when she felt me push my tongue into her asshole. "That's a very good boy." It was a long night. Attempting to sleep with your tongue buried in a beautiful woman's ass is not exactly conducive to getting a good night's rest. Sarah on the other hand appeared to sleep like a baby. Bobby Jefferson had obviously exhausted her. Just before 6:00 am I felt my wife begin to stir. It took her several minutes to move from sleep to consciousness. As soon as she was awake she felt the presence of my tongue. There was an obvious moment of confusion as she tried to figure out what was happening. When she remembered, she rolled over onto her back and smiled at me. "You really did it didn't you?" I smiled back at her. "Yes I did." "It must have been hard to sleep." I nodded. "I was awake for most of the night." Sarah threw her arms around my neck and gave me a long slow kiss. After a moment she pulled away. "Louis, that might be the most romantic thing you have ever done. I love you so much." She sat up on the edge of the bed. "Making you do that was so wicked. I get tingly all over just thinking about it." I got down on my knees in front of Sarah and picked up her right foot. As I kissed the bottom of her toes I looked up at her. "Mistress I am so very sorry that I upset you last night." My wife took a deep breath. She was obviously excited that I wanted to continue playing the game. She looked down at me. "Louis, I'm still going to punish you when we get home and I don't know when I'll unlock your chastity cage." I obediently nodded. "Mistress Sarah, I understand. I am your slave. You can do with me as you chose." Sarah stood up and smiled at me. "Louis, I am so glad that we got back together. We really are the perfect couple." She reached down and picked me up. "Come on, let's get in the shower. You can bathe me and wash yourself. We have to get on the road. We have a plane to catch." Sarah and I moved quickly. We were on the highway bound for San Antonio in less than 20 minutes. The trip back was uneventful. We suspended our sex game until we got home. Sarah and I enjoy traveling together. We looked at the scenery and listened to the radio. My wife had us booked into first class so our flight home from San Antonio was very comfortable. Derek picked us up at the airport. As soon as he arrived, I again became a slave. When we got home I prepared a nice dinner for them while Sarah gave Derek a blow job in the living room. After dinner they retired to Sarah's bedroom and spent the rest of the night fucking. On Tuesday night Sarah whipped me in front of Derek. She spent Wednesday night at Derek's apartment. On Thursday evening she whipped me again after she got home from work. I was also still wearing my cock cage. This was the longest Sarah had ever made me wear it. I was actually starting to get used to having it on. Before Sarah left for work Friday morning she turned to me. "Louis, I want you to you prepare a special dinner for tonight. If you have the time, I would like Tuna Delmonico." I bowed. "Mistress, I do have the time and I would be happy to prepare it for you. May I ask what the occasion is?" She nodded. "Certainly, I plan to spend the evening with my favorite lover." I was puzzled by that response. I didn't think Sarah had a favorite lover. I shrugged. It had to be Derek, but that surprised me. I always thought Sarah viewed him as nothing more than a good fuck. I smiled at my wife. "What time would you and Master Derek like to dine?" Sarah shook her head. "I am not dining with Derek tonight and he is most certainly not my favorite lover." I bit my lower lip. "I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't mean to pry." Sarah kissed my cheek. "That's all right. I know you were trying to be good." I looked at Sarah. "May I be so bold as to ask who you are dining with this evening?" "Of course you may. You know him very well." She grinned at me. "It's you silly." Sarah threw her arms around me. "You will always be my favorite lover. No other man will ever be your equal in my eyes." She hugged me. "Louis, it's time to end this game. We can start another one in the future. I want to spend a wonderful weekend relaxing with my favorite man." That night Sarah and I sat together at the dining room table and ate our favorite dinner. After dinner she sat at the kitchen table while I washed the dishes. When I was done, we went into her bedroom. She took my cock cage off and we spent the rest of the night making oral love to each other.