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How Getting Fired Has Changed Me

By: Need_to_serve



I'm not a writer; just a guy with too much time on my hands. You see I was fired from my job by a Director called Mr Monroe. At the hearing he just sat opposite me, with a smug smile on his face, letting me plead and prance about like a performing monkey, before just leaning back, arms behind his head and telling me I was fired.

My wife, Judy, still works there, and I'm sure Mr Monroe has had Judy join a couple of focus groups just so I'll know he gets the added perk of ogling my wife at the same time as I try to find a job.

At first Judy was really sympathetic and supportive when Mr Monroe fired me, and she agreed that I had been set up by the smarmy Director. Lately though, she reckons Mr Monroe has shown her the case file and that I deserved what I got. I promise you, this isn't true, Mr Monroe had a case fabricated to get me fired. 

Judy's also started talking more favorably about Mr Monroe, so I am pulled up if I refer to him as smarmy, with Judy telling me that professional courtesy is vital in maintaining communication and my rudeness probably contributed to Mr Monroe having to fire me.

Lately Judy seems to work with Mr Monroe a lot and I feel so helpless watching her put on her make-up and work suits, knowing she will be spending the day with Mr Monroe. Before I was fired I would catch Mr Monroe staring at her breasts through her white blouse, or watching her ass in her tight pants as she reached up for a cup. 

Don't get me wrong, I know Judy wouldn't be unfaithful to me, but I hate the idea of Mr Monroe, already full of self-satisfaction at firing me, having his day brightened by my wife's nipples through her blouse or her flirty giggle.

Now, at the same time that Judy's sitting in focus groups with Mr Monroe, lapping up his 'professional courtesy' as he flirts with her, I'm now working in a fast food joint.

It means unsociable hours and coming home stinking of burgers and grease, but at least it's a job. It's meant I see less of Judy because of my shift pattern, but it's a lot less depressing than being unemployed.

My new boss is a nineteen year old called Suzi who demands I respect her role as team leader as she bosses me about like I am a slave. I think the worst part is the absolute lack of respect she holds for me, always giving me the worst jobs out of some sadistic kick.

Two months in I had a review meeting with Suzi. She took me into the back and sat opposite me in a short skirt that rose above her thighs when she crossed her legs. I'm sure she did it to deliberately intimidate me and Suzi kept provocatively crossing and uncrossing her legs as she berated me for my work effort, my professional image, my interaction with customers and my general capability until I just sat humbled and deflated, waiting to be fired for a second time.

But that wasn't what Suzi was after. She'd seen my file and knew I'd been fired from a senior role and how much I needed this job and especially the reference, so she's kept me on with a final warning on the unwritten condition that I cover for her.

This has basically meant working extra hours for free so that she can socialize or pop out to be with her friends.

So basically, three months after being fired, I'm sitting here stinking of grease and burgers, my wife asleep upstairs after a day of flirting with the man who fired me, feeling used and dis-empowered all thanks to Mr Monroe.

Now, what I am about to write is for Mr Monroe and I genuinely hope he reads it and enjoys masturbating over the depths to which I have fallen. Even better would be Mr Monroe reading this as my wife sucks his cock, but like I said, I'm pretty sure Judy would never be unfaithful to me.

So, Mr Monroe, if you do read this, I know you like your position of power and enjoy lording it over your inferiors so I hope this little fantasy of mine shows you just how superior you are to me. I'm pretty sure how my new boss Suzi is treating me will give you a kick.

Judy often tells me about her day and it often involves you and your charming manner as you work together and in my fantasy, Judy becomes infatuated with you, longing to sleep with you. 

In reality, your firing me has affected our marriage, both in terms of intimacy and in Judy viewing me with less respect, especially after you showed her the case file, so it doesn't seem that big a leap to imagine her admiring your powerful position, your smooth talking and your affluence, all of which I know I lack.

Anyway, it ends up with Judy trying to seduce you, but you set her an ultimatum: that you will only fuck my wife if I suck your cock as a sign that I admit your superiority over me. (I'm hoping just the fact that I am fantasizing about you doing this to me will give you pleasure, knowing I must be naturally inferior to you to find this arousing.) 

Judy, so desperate to fuck you, and despising me lately for my failings as a husband and provider to the household, agrees to your ultimatum.

I imagine coming in from my night shift at the burger bar and creeping into bed to cuddle into Judy, only for her to push me back out of the bed.

"Urgh! Grody to the max! you stink, go shower first!"

I shower, exhausted and humiliated at how Judy now talks to me, more like a pet than a husband and then climb into bed beside her. Judy hasn't touched me in weeks but now her hand reaches for my cock and strokes me until I am hard. She keeps stroking me, bringing me to the edge of orgasm and then stopping. Judy has never done this before and I am desperate to cum. Judy trails one finger nail over my frenum so that I'm twitching and moaning for release.

"I want you to think about Matt, sweetie..." Judy whispers and I bolt upright to see her smirking with her eyes challenging me to disobey, her finger still playing lightly on my frenum. I lie back and she continues.

"Think about how he destroyed your career, how powerful he is, how much more of a man he is than you."

Judy starts to stroke herself, clearly aroused by your status and power. Judy's touch is driving me wild and I am desperate to cum, even with your smug face in my mind.

"Now imagine kneeling before Matt, unzipping his pants and begging to pleasure him with your mouth."

I lie there with my wife keeping me on the brink of orgasm, picturing your cock before my face and begging you to let me give you pleasure.

Judy tells me to beg you to let me suck your cock and I do; I actually say "Please Mr Monroe, please may I suck your cock." Judy laughs at me and then tells me she will take me in her mouth if I promise to suck your cock.

I am so desperate to cum that I agree and Judy puts her beautiful warm lips around my cock and I climax into her mouth. Judy keeps her mouth around my cock until I'm completely drained and then sidles up to me and kisses me. I've never tasted my own cum before and I gag as Judy's tongue forces my slimy load into my mouth.

"Yer gonna have to get used to eating cum 'cos Matt'll expect you to be grateful not fucking gagging you useless burger boy!"

Judy yells after me as I wretch in the toilet.

After that, Judy refuses to let me touch her or even sleep with her until I agree to suck your cock and even more humiliating; admit that I really do want to suck your cock.

I hold out for a couple of weeks, envying your time with my wife, as I hardly even see her and eventually I realize that sucking your cock is what I want to do. Not just to save my marriage and not just because Judy wants me to, but because I realize that you are my superior and it is my place. I know you really enjoyed firing me and that you enjoy flirting with my wife even now, just to piss me off, but to have me admit I want to humiliate myself for your pleasure; surely that would be a fantastic turn on for you?

And for me to work as hard as I can to pleasure your cock as you enjoy my wife's body would surely satisfy your lust for power and for my wife. Yes Mr Monroe, Matt; I truly hope you are reading this and that my need to debase myself further for you, to offer up my wife and my mouth, gives you pleasure.

Judy makes me arrange the whole thing. I have to book the conference room you fired me in and arrange it so that you and Judy sit together behind a desk and I stand naked before you both.

You are both suited and I blush as I stand before you. You sip a glass of water nonchalantly, just as you did when you fired me.

The two of you interview me, not about my job this time, but about my failings as a husband and my inadequate performance in bed. Judy is clearly excited by the whole situation and very aroused by your presence. 

I have had to prepare a 30 minute presentation on 'Why Matt Monroe is superior to me in every way' and the two of you lap up my humiliation, Matt especially, feeding off the sense of superiority.

My presentation includes such reasons as;

•My wife finds Matt Monroe more sexually attractive than me.

•Matt Monroe fired me whilst he keeps his job.

•Matt Monroe earns more than me.

•Matt Monroe does not work shifts on minimum wage and does not stink of grease and burgers.

•Matt Monroe can pleasure his wife.

•Matt Monroe is a success.

•Matt Monroe does not have a need to suck cock.

•Matt Monroe does not humiliate and degrade himself for other people's pleasures.

You score me 1 out of 10 and Judy claps her hands at your cruelty and then with the most arrogant of gestures you allow me to kneel before you and beg to suck your cock.

I crawl under the table, banging my head on the underside of the table, and kneel, crouched down before your crotch. You have Judy sit facing you on the table, her thighs open before you so that you can enjoy my wife as I suck you out of sight, from under the table.

I can smell Judy's arousal and her panties land on the floor beside me as I nuzzle into your crotch and whisper "Please Mr Monroe, let me suck your cock."

I realize that being this close to your cock is a huge privilege and I inhale deeply through my nostrils to take in your musky scent. I am not gay, but I am a slave to your cock, subjugated by your alpha status and power over me and Judy.

I beg you again, my lips upon the fabric of your pants, aching to feel the flesh of your cock, but you ignore me, your hands enjoying my wife. Her blouse lands beside me next and I feel honored that you might fuck Judy.

But I'm becoming desperate to serve you. I can feel your cock growing hard inside your pants as my wife is bared for you and I breathe through your pants onto your cock.

"Please, Sir, please allow me to pleasure you." I've called you Sir, you are my master and I only want to please you. 

"You may. Use only your mouth."

Your words are like nectar to me and I hurriedly begin yanking your belt loose with my teeth. I can hear Judy moaning as you touch her and with your belt loose I begin on the fastening to your pants. It seems to take forever to open up your pants and even then I cannot pull down your boxers without your help.

I beg you to stand up and you stand, looking down at me with a look of utter contempt and triumph as I release your cock, using my teeth to pull down your boxers.

Your cock exposed, you sit again and I crawl under the table, so anxious to serve your superior cock as you enjoy my wife. 

I want this to be amazing for you, for your pleasure to be my only goal. I know the more I am humiliated, the more you will enjoy yourself, so leaning forward I first kiss your balls. Not lightly, but with passion, putting everything I have into worshiping your cock and balls. I kiss your balls as though they were my wife, lovingly, devotedly, and then I begin to lick. I taste your salty sweat as I lick and I know it is my place to enjoy your taste, so I lick until your balls are clean. 

My face is covered in slaver as I worship your balls and you help yourself to my wife's charms.

Then I realize I can degrade myself further by licking your ass and I use my nose to nudge aside your sloppy ball sack and roll my tongue around the rim of your ass. It stinks and is much sweatier than your balls but that is the point; for me to learn to savor your most repulsive smells and tastes as your inferior slave. I lap feverishly at your ass, pushing my tongue inside you and tasting your shit.

I lick your ass for five minutes, gasping for air and smearing your sweat about my face and when I pull back, fervently kissing your balls, you are erect and my wife's bra lies at my feet.

There is nothing I want more than for me to have the honor of degrading myself for your pleasure. There is nothing I want more than for me to have the honor of degrading myself for your pleasure, and I gently kiss my way up your erection until my lips touch the tip of your cock, stretching a strand of pre-cum from your tip to my eager lips.

And then finally I do it; I accept my role as your inferior cock sucker and take your cock into my mouth, feeling its hardness invade my mouth, forcing it open and making me breathe around it. I feel taken, owned and absolutely subjugated. I am a slave to your cock and I feel so overwhelmingly grateful for this honor.

Suddenly you thrust upwards with your hips, banging my head against the table and then pushing and holding your hips high you force your hard cock into my throat. I cannot breathe and I am literally choking on your cock, but I keep my hands behind my back. You seem to keep me trapped there for hours, and then eventually relax your hips and I kneel gasping and retching around the head of your cock. I dare not take your cock from between my lips for the fear that you might not put it back so I kneel and drool around your cock, waiting for your next thrust.

When it comes I am not prepared and as my head thuds against the table your cock pushes down my throat and I feel impaled on your hardness. You hold me for longer this time and then withdraw so suddenly that I vomit on your cock and balls.

The stench of my own vomit makes me wretch again, my vomit pouring around your cock head that stretches my mouth, but I feel your cock twitch and know that my gagging is giving you pleasure so I open my mouth wide and take your next thrust as deep as I can. 

You face fuck me hard and fast now, my head bashing against the underside of the table and my throat gargling and gagging as you ram your hard cock down it, again and again.

I can tell you are near to cumming and you suddenly reach under the table and grab my head with both hands so that I am helpless and cannot move. Then you thrust your hard cock as hard as you can down my throat and I feel your cock bulge and shoot your cum down my throat. I'm literally choking for your pleasure and I can feel my face bulging with the need to breathe, but you hold me there until you have finished and then yank yourself free of my throat so violently that I am vomiting up your cum before I can gasp for air.

As I kneel in a puddle of my own vomit and your cum you and Judy order me to lick it up and you take my pants so that I will have to wear your vomit covered pants.

Just to add to my utter humiliation, Judy is whining that you came before you fucked her and she begs you to see her again.

Mr Monroe, I hope you do read this and get a kick out of how low I have fallen and how you have turned me into this person that craves to worship your cock out of a submission to your superiority and who would offer up his wife if I could. I hope that you enjoy flirting and ogling my wife knowing that I both hate it and fantasize about it. I hope you love the power you have over me, both by firing me and in how you have shaped my fantasies and that I would happily call your 'Sir'

How Getting Fired Has Changed Me Ch. 02



About 6 months ago I was set up and fired from my job.

Along with the inevitable loss of self esteem and dejection, I also ended up fantasizing obsessively about being humiliated by the man who fired me as he took my wife, Judy.

I ended up writing about this, probably as some kind of release, and published it on this site in November 2014.

Even the username was born of my mental state following my getting fired and having this reoccurring fantasy. I am no writer,obviously, and I didn't really expect to write anything else, so the name just seemed to sum me up at the time.

But the past few months have ended up with me submitting this attempt. 

I'm writing this background to save you having to bother reading my first story. It's only scored 3.52.

I published my fantasy in 'gay male' because I figured wanting to suck a cock was kind of gay. 

Since then I've found out that my fantasy was maybe more of a 'cuckold' fantasy?

To sum it up; 

I got fired by a guy who I called Matt Monroe in the story. (It was as near to his real name as I dared to write).

My wife, Judy, (real name) still works with him.

I managed to get a job at a burger bar, but it is a long way down from my job as a senior manager.

I ended up fantasizing about worshiping Matt's cock as he enjoyed my wife.

I wrote about it and published it, almost aroused at the idea of him reading it.

And that was it. Not the greatest achievements in my life, but there you go. 

And no, I'm not proud.

Anyway, I hope some of you like this submission.

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The run up to Christmas was depressing. Suzi, the nineteen year old manager of the burger bar where I work, had me working double-shifts over the holiday period so that the others got a better rota.

I should explain that Suzi had seen my file and knew I'd been fired from a senior role and so knew full well how much I needed this job and especially the reference.

About four or five months ago I had a review meeting with Suzi. She took me into the back and sat opposite me in a short skirt that rose above her thighs when she crossed her legs. I'm sure she did it to deliberately intimidate me and Suzi kept provocatively crossing and uncrossing her legs as she berated me for my work effort, my professional image, my interaction with customers and my general capability until I just sat humbled and deflated, waiting to be fired for a second time.

I have masturbated endlessly over memories of Suzi crossing her legs, making me glance at her exposed thighs as she belittled and threatened me. I am sure Suzi enjoyed flaunting her naked legs to intimidate me further and mock my inevitable attraction to her as she basically blackmailed me into working extra hours for free just to save my reference. 

Suzi seems to see me as worth less than the dirt on her shoes. She bosses me about with a smirk and pulls me up for the tiniest infraction. All the other teenagers she giggles and laughs with, but with me, she just chastises and scolds.

And to my own disgust I go home, shattered and insulted, stinking of grease and feeling dejected, and actually stroke my cock to how Suzi treats me.

But anyway, I was working double-shifts at the burger bar over the Christmas break, barely making a fifth of what I used to earn. I was worried about debt, about my future prospects and especially about losing my beautiful wife, Judy.

It just feels like I am such a failure when I cannot even support my wife and she ends up having to lend me money. It almost makes it worse when Judy is so kind and generous towards me because it makes me feel pathetic and unworthy of her as my wife.

On top of feeling such a failure, I have become insanely jealous and insecure around my wife. Yes, I hate myself for doubting her, but really I am just doubting myself; doubting how she could ever find such a failure attractive and then I suppose I worry that she will find more successful men more attractive, and in particular; Matt Monroe, the man who fired me.

The worst night was the night of Judy's office Christmas party. I sat on the edge of the bed in my ridiculous burger bar uniform, watching Judy make herself beautiful for the benefit of my old work colleagues.

Judy had her hair styled into a cute bob and her nails manicured. She sat at the mirror putting on her lip-gloss in a black, silk mini-dress. The flimsy hem rested high on her naked thighs when she crossed her legs.

The dress was so sheer and flimsy that it clung to every curve of Judy's voluptuous body, including the outline of her small breasts. I felt sick with jealousy at the thought of Matt leering at Judy's breasts where her cleavage was exposed by the plunging neckline. The silk was so sheer that it was obvious to anyone who chose to stare at her breasts that Judy was not wearing a bra.

Almost in a panic I glanced down to check if Judy was wearing any panties. I was relieved when I saw the outline of her panties through her dress, and then sick again at the thought of Matt also seeing my wife's panties.

But what made me furious and tortured me the most was the rhinestone jewellery Judy had chosen to wear. It seemed to advertise her sexuality, to offer her body as a sex object for Matt or anyone to admire and lust after.

The heart pendant of her rhinestone necklace rested on Judy's cleavage, pulling your eyes from hers down to the sparkling stones and therefore her breasts.

Her bracelets advertised her naked arms and shoulders, and however foolish this may sound, it felt as though Judy was encouraging people to admire her naked flesh, as though she was offering them the intimate secrets of the small freckle on her upper-arm or the little pattern on her other arm caused by the inoculation needle.

How I wanted to ask Judy to cover herself up, not to leave her arms and shoulders naked, to wear a longer dress. But instead I just suffered in silence.

Above her stiletto, Judy wore a rhinestone anklet and again I thought of men standing sipping champagne and their gaze being caught by the sparkle of the rhinestones until their gaze rose up Judy's calves to her exposed thighs. And if they did this, then they would see the thing I hated my wife wearing the most; her rhinestone belt with its dangling triangular threads that directed your gaze to where her pussy lay under the flimsy silk of her dress.

When she asked, I told Judy she looked beautiful, but I felt jealous and small for hating the fact it was Matt who would get to spend time with my beautiful wife as I stood dejectedly flipping burgers for my teenage boss.

I knew how I felt was just insecurity and I hated myself for even slightly considering Judy would betray me. They were feelings born of being a failure, of losing my job and feeling inferior to Matt Monroe. Matt who would be smarmy and charming to Judy as he enjoyed ogling her charms.

I even feel jealous at the idea of readers fantasizing about her. I know it is irrational, but it does not stop me feeling this way.

The feelings of dejection were so overwhelming, but again, I was also aroused at the idea of Judy wanting Matt for his power and his arrogant superiority over me.

Anyway, Judy went to the party and I spent a miserable double-shift selling burgers to drunk groups of people out partying.

But it was in January that things changed. 

Judy was doing some tipsy online shopping one evening in the January sales and for some reason was using my laptop.

I noticed her incessant clicking of the keys stop and then she sat for quite a while reading with serious intent. Suddenly she threw my laptop onto the floor and strode forcefully from the room.

When I scurried to pick up my laptop I found my story staring at me on the screen. I felt panicky and stupid, afraid and ridiculous. I was terrified of what Judy would think of her pathetic husband. 

When I crawled up to the bedroom, terrified and desperate to explain and apologize, Judy was fast asleep.

I gently nestled in beside her and lay awake worrying about the consequences of my story being known.

I woke in the morning to Judy's naked arm gently prodding me with her elbow. I rolled over and realized she was touching herself, eyes closed with one hand on her pussy and the other pinching her right nipple. I hadn't seen Judy masturbate in years and I watched mesmerized as she stroked herself until her back suddenly arched and she bit her lip, her body wracked with the intensity of her orgasm.

My cock was desperately erect at the show Judy had put on and I thrust my cock against her hand as she lightly fingered my erection.

Then her fingers trailed from my cock as her head titled toward me, eyes closed and her face flushed from her orgasm. She moaned "Ooh Matt...." and then opened her eyes and stared straight into mine, the slightest mocking smirk in the corner of her mouth.

I felt humiliated and crushed. Judy was mocking me for my fantasy; or worse, she might actually be fantasizing about Matt? I didn't find out. 

Instead Judy slipped on her dressing gown and went for her morning shower.

The following evening Judy patted the sofa next to her, bidding me join her. She was still in her work suit with her tight trousers outlining the curves of her hips and legs and her blouse open to give the slightest glimpse of her cleavage.

Judy placed the laptop on our thighs and without a word opened up Matt's face-book page. I felt myself blushing and panicking. I wanted to explain everything, for this weird gulf between us to be explained and diminished so we could go back to our marriage as it had been. 

But when I began blurting out apologies and excuses, Judy just raised a painted nail to my lips and said "Ssshh!"

I sat confused and with bated breath as Judy began browsing photographs of Matt. Seeing his supercilious, conceited smile again made me furious. 

I hated him.

"Matt looks sexy without his shirt on in this beach picture, huh, sweetie?"

I stared at Judy in disbelief as she kept her eyes on the screen and I watched her face in profile, lit by the screen. I didn't know if she was acting out my fantasy, or taking it as a license to reveal her true feelings for Matt.

"There's some of me and Matt together!"

I stared in horror and jealous rage at the photographs from the office Christmas party. There was the obligatory kiss under the mistletoe with Judy's naked arms reaching up to wrap around Matt's broad shoulders. His hands were on Judy's hips.

Even though I knew Matt would've kissed every woman there, I was sickened to my stomach and my mind raced with ridiculous images of them making love that night.

As I squirmed uncomfortably and unsure of what my wife was doing, I felt her hand slide across to my leg and then between my legs. Judy began gently stroking my cock through my jeans, still not even giving me the slightest glance.

"His kisses were just dreamy....."

"Doesn't he look so masterful in his suit?"

Judy continued perusing Matt's photographs and commenting, all the while stroking my cock until I was achingly hard against her hand. 

The dichotomy was crucifying. I did not want to be aroused by this deeply humiliating situation and yet my cock was straining and hard in Judy's hand. I wanted to plead with her, tell her this was not the real me and that I would not normally find this humiliation arousing.

Instead, I sat feeling ridiculous and ashamed as my wife manipulated my perverse arousal at the situation she had created.

Judy slowly unbuttoned my jeans and taking my cock into her hand began stroking me properly, still with no eye contact.

She made me pick 7 pictures from Matt's collection and chose the one of her kissing him as well. Then she downloaded the pictures to her memory pen and removing her hand from my desperate cock, dropped the pen beside it.

"You can cum when you've got the pictures printed, I've typed the sizes I want, burger boy!" she said, deliberately referencing my own stupid name from my excruciating story.

Then, with a patronizing pat to my cock, Judy fastened my jeans back up and stretching her arms above her head, announced she was having an early night.

I was left bewildered and aroused. Never had Judy behaved like this, never been dominant or teased me like this. 

My story had involved her edging me and I wondered if that was where she got it from. I wandered a million things and understood none of them. 

Mainly, I just prayed that Judy was playing a sexy game and she had no real interest in Matt, or anyone else for that matter and that my perverted fantasy amused her rather than disgusted her.

Dutifully, I got the photographs printed, practically snarling at the arrogant bastard who had fired me. His face life-size on some of the prints they were so big. 

I left them in an envelope on the table for Judy when she came home from work. 

We missed each other because of my crappy shift patterns, but when I got home at 7am the envelope was gone. 

I could hear Judy already up and in the shower and wearily climbed the stairs to the bedroom. I didn't even notice at first, but after I had collapsed into bed it gradually dawned on me that every picture frame now contained a photograph of Matt.

In place of the photograph of our honeymoon was Matt's broad shouldered body, glistening with oil on some Caribbean beach. Everywhere I looked Matt's smarmy grin mocked me with his extravagant lifestyle and conceited self importance as I lay in my own bed, stinking of grease and burgers.

Worst of all was the exchange of our marriage photograph for the picture of Matt and Judy under the mistletoe.

"D'ya like, sweetie?" Judy asked perkily, wrapping a towel around her wet hair as she strode into the bedroom, a second towel around her body.

I just stared at her in amazement and shock. In return Judy simply shrugged and sat down at the vanity and applied her make-up. I watched her, almost in a reverie, trying to second guess my wife. I was still trying to second guess her when she walked over to me, now dressed in her work suit and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"Bye bye, burger boy, you stink!"

And then picking up a photograph of Matt and kissing it with an exaggerated smooch;

"See you soon, Matt darling!" and with a mischievous smirk she left the bedroom.

And so it has continued since January, for two months now, with Judy shushing me every time I try and talk about my humiliating story or what all her strange actions mean.

Judy introduced a bedtime routine where I have to stand at the end of the bed naked, stroking my cock as Judy makes me repeat the ten reasons Matt Monroe is superior to me in every way from my last story. 

Judy strokes herself under the sheets as I repeat like a mantra; 

•My wife finds Matt Monroe more sexually attractive than me.

•Matt Monroe fired me whilst he keeps his job.

•Matt Monroe earns more than me.

•Matt Monroe does not work shifts on minimum wage and does not stink of grease and burgers.

•Matt Monroe can pleasure his wife.

•Matt Monroe is a success.

•Matt Monroe does not have a need to suck cock.

•Matt Monroe does not humiliate and degrade himself for other people's pleasures. 

I am not allowed to cum but have to stroke and edge and repeat my humiliating words until Judy brings herself to an orgasm. Judy then lets me climb into bed beside her and has me kiss a photograph of Matt goodnight before she does so herself and turns the light off.

I am left so aroused, desperate and humiliated that it is unbearable. It hurts that my wife can treat me with such dejection for her own amusement and I often lie awake watching Judy sleeping soundly and hoping I have not lost her. 

Deep down I think this is all just a game she is playing, but the feelings of jealousy are so intense and I lie awake kissing her naked shoulder with more devotion than ever in my life.

It is as though Judy is making me live out my fantasy, to accept something I do not want to about myself. My beautiful wife has created such an intense and erotic experience that I feel overwhelmingly grateful, aroused and ashamed all at the same time.

Other nights Judy has me lick her to orgasm, always ignoring and denying my needs. 

Judy has never mentioned if or when I can orgasm. I sometimes masturbate in the bathroom, but after I orgasm I feel so puny and dejected that my wife has no interest in my sexual pleasure. 

Since January the only sexual contact I have had with my wife, other than mutual masturbation to Matt's superiority over me, are the nights she allows me to lick her pussy. Even then, I am forbidden to cum.

In all our years of marriage we have enjoyed a loving intimate sex life, but never anything out of the ordinary. 

Judy's current behavior is so left field that it has me both excited and frightened, but I have to admit; even with the orgasm denial, Judy has created such an intense sexual experience and my only fear is that she actually does fall for Matt.

It is her casual indifference to all of these sudden and weird changes to our marriage and sex life that leave me bewildered and beguiled by my beautiful and sexy Judy.

Lately, two situations occurred that escalated the situation and led to me having to write up what has happened.

The first situation occurred when I was getting ready for an afternoon shift at the burger bar. Judy was working from home and called from the 'office' to bring her up a coffee.

I finished off putting on my uniform and then made my wife her drink. When I walked into the office I found my wife video conferencing with Matt Monroe. 

"There, burger boy" Judy told me smiling up at me sweetly and pointing to a mat. As i put the hot cup down I glanced at the screen and saw Matt's grinning face watching me serve Judy in my ridiculous burger bar uniform.

"Wait up, Sweetie." Judy sounded almost pleading. 

"Can you show Matt what you look like with your cute little hat on."

I couldn't believe Judy's cruelty: To have me debase myself by performing in front of the arrogant bastard who had fired me. Judy just sat with her head turned to face me, eye-brows raised expectantly, as if what she was asking for was nothing. 

And I did. I obeyed with Matt openly laughing in my face until Judy dismissed me with a flick of her wrist and turned back to the screen.

Judy's flippant dismissal after the torture of degrading myself in front of Matt was overwhelming and it genuinely scared me the amount of control Judy could now exert simply by flicking her wrist.

It wasn't until I left the room to the sound of their joint laughter that I realized Judy had her hair down, which she never did for work, and that her blouse had been unbuttoned an extra button for the conference call.

Again, I just prayed this was a game, an amusement, and that our marriage was safe. Having had to see Matt's face again and endure his mockery certainly made the whole thing feel incredibly horrible and real.

It was an incontrovertible fact that my wife had made me perform just to share a joke with Matt at my expense. True, in some ways it didn't matter, I am unlikely to ever have to see Matt again, but the fact Judy did this meant there was some kind of relationship other than work colleagues developing between them. 

True, it could simply be a joint amusement at me being fired; true, it could be Judy using Matt to play out my fantasy unwittingly; but what was also true, was the possibility Judy was flirting with Matt.

The not knowing is torturous and most torturous because I find myself doubting Judy and then hating myself for being so pathetic. Judy is a marvelous woman and an amazing wife. To suspect her of infidelity is unforgivable. 

At times when I feel like this I long to have my status back, my income and independence and not to have had my embarrassing fantasy shared with my wife.




How Getting Fired Has Changed Me Ch. 02



The second situation was an ultimatum that Judy offered me only last week. She was snuggled in bed after masturbating to my ridiculous mantra, which she now has me do in my burger boy hat.

When I snuggled next to her naked body, my cock dribbling pre-cum from edging for so long, she took my cock in her hand and squeezed it tightly.

"You can cum......but only if you do a couple of little things for me!"

I was so desperate I agreed instantly.

"I want you to write up how the last couple of months have been and publish it next to your other perverted little story and......."

Judy began jerking her tight grip up and down my hard shaft.

".....I want you to beg me to send your first story to Matt!"

Judy removed her hand as if to demonstrate the denial I would feel if I refused. 

Again I teetered between this being a game or something real for Judy. Writing up how I felt gave her the power of knowing how I felt, whilst her motives were still revealed. 

In the end I decided it was something she obviously wanted and relying on the fidelity of my wife I did it.

"Please send my story to Matt...please send my story to Matt..." I repeated over and over until Judy, threw back the covers and grabbing my cock again, wanked it furiously for a few seconds and then just let go. 

My cock twitched and bobbed in the air and my cum dribbled out in a frustratingly unsatisfying orgasm that left me practically as aroused as I had been.

"Night-night sweetie." Judy said, rolling over and turning out the light.

And that is basically it; the reason for the second story and how getting fired is still changing me and my marriage. 

Six months ago I would never have fantasized about having a marriage like I currently do and would have probably considered someone in my position in serious need of 'manning up'. 

But I am truly not in a position to feel equal to anyone, not my beautiful wife and certainly not Matt Monroe, the instigator of all that has followed.

I adore my beautiful wife Judy more than ever and I am forever lost in her charms and her mysteries as she plays this game, that I hope is only a game.

It is truly weird, intimidating and strangely subjugating to have photographs of the man I hate the most grinning at me from every direction of our bedroom as my wife orgasms to my humiliation at his hands. It makes it feel like he is somehow intimately part of our sex life, that he shares Judy's orgasms.

Lying awake and frustrated as my beautiful wife lies sleeping with Matt's conceited grin mocking my situation and my life can feel so intense and real that I want to cry.

The video conference put me face to face with him, only for my wife to have me mocked by him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The image of Judy dismissing me with such a casual flick of her wrist as Matt watched haunts me and arouses me for reasons I don't understand and which fill me with shame.

I dare not raise the subject with my wife, for she does not wish it, and so I just play along like an obedient sap.

Judy just last night after I had licked her to orgasm and left me aroused and denied, said;

"What a fucking cuckold loser. So spineless, wimpy and degraded."

I stared at Judy in disbelief; she had never spoken to me like that. She let me stare at her inscrutable cute smile a while and then said;

"Not my words, sweetie. Just what people who read your story think of you." 

And then reaching for her bedside photograph of Matt;

"Kissy, kissy Matty!"

I obediently kissed the offered photograph and lay awake full of adoration for my beautiful wife and realized that if nothing else, Judy is enjoying having me publish my own humiliation. 

I've checked; someone did leave a comment calling me that.

I have no idea if she intends to really send my story to Matt. The idea scares me a lot, despite me fantasizing about it a few months ago.

I am left after writing this, somewhat conflicted. My fantasy had not occurred prior to my getting fired and now my wife is exploiting my fantasy. It feels as though the fantasy belongs to someone-else and that once I get my life back on track I will be the healthy man I was.

But in the meantime, as I suffer the indignity of my teenage bitch of a boss degrading me, feel the inadequacies of failing to provide for my beautiful wife, having fantasies that no wife could possibly respect, having fits of raging jealousy out of my own insecurities and then bouts of self-loathing afterwards, it feels as though events are overtaking me.

I do not feel equal to my wife anymore. I feel like a disgusting pet with perverted thoughts and that any generosity she shows me is undeserved. 

I love her with all my heart and long to tell her that my fantasy and my current situation are only temporary, that I can and will be the healthy man I was, the husband worthy of her.

I don't know what Judy makes of my fantasy and the game she has played since reading it have left me confused, frustrated and ashamedly aroused.

I do not want to be aroused by being humiliated in front of the man who fired me, so why does that happen?

The fact remains that I have masturbated over Judy's dismissal of me by a casual flick of her wrist as she and Matt laughed. It makes me ashamed of what I have become.

I want to explain all of this to Judy, but all I get is that painted nail pushed to my lips with a patronizing "Shh".

And then I realized that Judy in her generosity has granted me this opportunity to tell her all of this and I am grateful for such an opportunity.

But I also realized that this allows Judy to keep her hand hidden as I expose mine and I am in awe of her manipulation of this situation. 

My Judy, who until six months ago, would never have acted this way. 

I cherish her and love her with all my heart and pray that I may not lose her.



How Getting Fired Has Changed Me Ch. 03



I suppose if you live with anything long enough it becomes bearable.

I don't even question the framed photographs of Matt's supercilious grin mocking me at the end of every day as I climb into bed.

No, I don't like it but it has become a norm these past few months within my marriage to Judy. 

In fact Matt seems present in everywhere and in everything we do. For example; Judy and I went away on a romantic weekend to the coast: We were browsing a souvenir shop when Judy gave an excited squeal and rushed over to a wristband stand.

"Look sweetie; it says 'Matt'. Buy it for me, sweetie. No buy two!" Judy said, her eyes sparkling with excitement and pushing the wristbands into my hand.

As soon as we were out of the shop Judy slid one wristband onto her left wrist and the other onto mine. And then we walked along the beach, hand in hand, like any other loving couple.

This is what is so difficult about the whole game Judy is playing. In nearly every aspect we are a loving, married couple: We snuggle together on the sofa, we share our intimate dreams and fears and wallow in the luxury of each others company. It was a wonderful weekend away, just I didn't orgasm and there was always the unsaid presence of Matt. It is almost surreal how things are the same but so different at the same time.

But pervading it all, always unspoken of and ever present are my humiliating fantasy, my subjugation to Judy's sexual games and the constant intrusion of Matt Monroe on our marriage.

Even browsing a simple souvenir shop becomes tainted by the dominant presence of Matt.

We walked along the beach, Judy chatting excitedly about whether Matt would spot her wristband at work on Monday because; "I'm never taking it off, Sweetie, never."

Then she held her wrist up to my mouth.

"Kissy, kissy, Matty!" 

I did and she gave a little jump of pleasure and then we carried on walking.

In our bedroom, even though I am used to the photographs of Matt's grinning expression mocking me in my marriage bed, I do not like them. At times I actively hate them.

But Judy has developed a new means of gaining sexual pleasure at my expense. She had me visit the photograph developing shop again and get a photograph of Matt's smarmy face blown up to life-size.

That evening Judy had me cut out Matt's face, punch holes in the sides and attach elastic through the holes to make a face-mask of the man who fired me.

When we went to bed Judy had me lick her pussy and I was amazed at how wet she was. One of my favorite pleasures is feeling Judy's orgasms flow through every sensual movement of her body with my tongue upon her clitoris as she bucks and spasms in orgasmic pleasure. This night she came very quickly and powerfully, it was beautifully sensual.

Then she gently guided me up from between her thighs and had me lie on my back. I was utterly amazed when she straddled my cock with her naked thighs. I had practically given up making love to Judy until I could regain my manhood. I felt so grateful I nearly cried.

As I gazed up at Judy feeling like some adoringly grateful puppy, Judy again just placed a painted nail over my lips and said "Sshh!" 

I don't know how many times she has quelled my desperate need to beg, to thank her or to ask questions with this ridiculous but over riding gesture, but it always works.

I lay back and waited. Judy slid her wet pussy lips up and down my hard cock and I nearly came right then.

"Uh-uh, Sweetie. No cummies."

And then I realized the torture of what she was about to do. 

After days of orgasm denial and months of not being allowed to enter her pussy, my wife was going to ride my cock but still deny me.

I wandered where my gentle, naive wife was getting such wicked ideas from, where she was getting such demeaning expressions as 'cummies' from. 

I was soon to find out.

Eventually Judy guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy and in one sudden movement impaled herself on my cock. It was the most intensely sexual moment I had ever experienced, as though my every desire was caught in the sensitive feelings in my cock as I felt my orgasm swelling and fought desperately not to fail my beautiful wife.

Judy's pussy felt so sexy around my aching and twitching cock and she kept perfectly still as I fought myself down from the edge of orgasm. It felt like forever before I finally won the battle and felt my orgasm subside. 

When I opened my eyes I found Judy smiling wickedly down at me.

"Good boy." Was all she said and then she lent over and grabbed the 'Matt mask' from the bedside table, and tipping my head up a little, slid it over my head.

The chemical smell of the photograph was overpowering and it felt like a barrier between me and my beloved wife. I felt belittled that this was what she wanted and ridiculous at my humiliated position, but when she began to grind her hips the sensations in my cock were overwhelming.

I closed my eyes, my breathing becoming heavy and amplified against the back of the photograph so that my face became sweaty with my own breath.

I had to beg my wife to stop a few times when her sensual movements drove my aching cock to the edge, but eventually I had the exquisite pleasure of feeling her body arch backwards, Judy pinching her own nipples as she climaxed on my aching cock.

When her orgasm subsided she flopped forward, her naked arms around my neck and her breath in my ear slowly calming down.

"I love you, Matty."

To my utter shame her words made my cock swell and twitch inside her pussy and Judy, with a triumphant giggle, rolled off my frustrated cock and turned out the light with a "Night-night sweetie." She rolled over so that I lay facing her naked back and shoulders and simply went to sleep as I pulled off the 'Matt mask'.

It's moments like that; when I lie awake, frustrated and gently kissing Judy's pale shoulder in the moonlight as I wait for my aching erection to subside that the photographs of Matt seem to mock me for all that I have become. And it is in those moments I feel lost alone and vulnerable and frightened of losing my sweet Judy.

Those hours of insomnia under Matt's grinning superiority are when I most consider how far I have fallen and try to guess what all or any of this might mean to Judy. She knows I long to unravel her mystery because I have told her through my last story and yet always she greets my queries with that painted nail to my lips and "Sshh." 

I try to reassure myself that she must be enjoying her games for certainly her arousal and orgasms are more powerful than ever before. But I worry they are not caused by me, but by my inferiority and subjugation to Matt and what this might mean. 

Does it mean that Judy's sexual needs now involve my humiliation? 

Does that make Matt an essential part of her sexual satisfaction? 

Can that remain only in fantasy and is it even a fantasy. Did she really wish it had been Matt? 

That painted nail and her lips mouthing "Sshh" drive me half insane. 

And then that worst fear of all; Has Judy already slept with Matt? Always followed by my shame and guilt and questioning my loving wife's fidelity.

I mean, even subconsciously, having Matt's photograph as the first thing my wife sees every morning, having an orgasm with his face masking mine, working with him everyday with his bravado and smarmy charm after witnessing my humiliating acts. What does all this do to a wife's thoughts?

And I am to blame for setting this chain of events off.

But weirdly, it's like I said, much remains of our normal married life. The alarm goes off; I shower and bring Judy her morning coffee in bed. It's just that our bedroom is full of framed pictures of the man who fired me. That and the wristbands we both now wear that bare his name. 

I can awaken to devotedly kiss my wife's beautiful bare shoulders and she will sleepily murmur "Morning, sweetie", as she gently rolls onto her back and without even opening her eyes, casually flop her arm across my face for me to kiss his name on her wristband. 

It always brings a satisfied sleepy smile to her lips.

It has become a ritual I hardly even question anymore. First thing in the morning I kiss his name and whenever I greet Judy after work I kneel, and taking her wrist in my hands, kiss the wristband with his name on it. I don't even remember how the ritual began, or even if Judy asked for it, but all of these acts and symbols, whilst leaving much of our marriage untainted, seem to give Matt a pervading presence over every secret moment.

I do not know if Judy is aroused by humiliating me, or if she is actually cuckolding me or if she is simply orchestrating safe scenarios as a loving wife to help make my disclosed fantasy as real as it can be. This not knowing is both incredibly intense and amazingly frightening at the same time.

If you can imagine the intensity of living under this oppressive pervading invisible presence of another dominant man, not knowing if he has subjugated your wife, you might be able to appreciate the overwhelming intensity of the situation Judy devised two weeks ago:

I was two thirds of the way through a double-shift at the burger bar, my role at the time being to disseminate free balloons to the children and clear up the trays and mess that the customers left behind.

Now, the establishment I work in offers free wi-fi and so we get our fair share of suited business types using the place for meetings. 

I had never expected Judy to be one of those people. But two weeks ago I just stood shocked and flushed as my wife strode through the doors with none other than Matt Monroe. The intensity of having to meet Matt face to face after months of his grinning face haunting my sleepless nights, after having had my wife make me wear his face as she fucked me, and after kissing his name at least twice a day, I just shriveled before him.

I watched them order their coffees and taking their seats, they set up their laptops. This was the first time I had seen them together in the months since Matt had fired me and I spied with intense scrutiny to try and gauge their relationship.

Judy had her hair down, something she didn't usually do with work colleagues, and I jealously recalled her doing the same over her video conference with Matt.

As they shared spreadsheets and notes, I noticed Judy slip her bare feet out of her stiletto shoes and sensually rub them together under the table. 

Was this a sign of intimacy? 

Surely a sign of a certain level of comfortableness with Matt that was not extended to every work relationship? 

I grew jealous and angry and my impotence at not being able to stop this made my anger even worse.

After a couple of hours of working, Judy and Matt packed up their laptops, still with no acknowledgement that I even existed. I was cleaning a table, watching them sideways on when Judy slid her hands under the table, and out of sight of Matt, wriggled her skirt up and then pulled her panties down to her ankles. 

I glanced desperately at Matt to see if this was some kind of flirting between them, but he was sat with his usual conceited smile. 

I was almost relieved and flattered that Judy was maybe doing this for me. As Judy stepped out of her panties, leaving them lying on the floor under the table, her hand lifted up and she gave me a 'come hither' motion with her finger. I scurried over and stood beside their table, almost terrified of Matt.

Matt didn't even laud it over me. He just sat with that unreadable smile that I hate so much, wide-eyed and clearly enjoying seeing me working in a burger bar.

"I'm afraid I've dropped something, waiter. Please can you pick it up for me." Judy said, without even looking my way.

I knelt down and grabbed Judy's panties. They were damp with her juices and again my mind was assailed with doubts and insecurities. In a panic I glanced at Matt. 

Surely Judy didn't want Matt to know she had slid off her panties in front of him? 

Or did she? 

Was he in on the joke? 

I was desperate and flustered and in the end I handed Judy her panties below Matt's line of sight to protect her dignity.

"Thank you, waiter." Judy said, popping her panties into her handbag and looking up at me for the first time.

"Oh, it's you, sweetie. Say 'Hi' to Matt, then!"

I mumbled a 'Hi' and Matt just gave me a bemused look before telling Judy they needed to be going.

"Okay. See you later, sweetie." Judy told me, before holding her hand out for Matt to help her up.

Obviously the whole escapade went unspoken about when I got home, even without me asking and receiving the painted finger and the "Sshh". 

But that night the photographs in the bedroom seemed more threateningly real than ever before as I quoted my reasons why Matt is superior to me and watched my wife have the orgasm I was denied. 

Shortly after the burger bar incident, Judy announced she was attending a conference with Matt that necessitated an overnight stay and she was going clothes shopping at the weekend with her best friend Jackie to buy new outfits for the event.

On the Sunday evening as she was packing, Judy treated me to a fashion show of her new outfits, having me naked in my 'Matt mask' and stroking my frustrated cock as she flaunted her sexy body before me.

The outfit for the conference was professional but overtly sexual; a pencil-line skirt that came to mid-thigh and stretched tightly across her ass, with a deep slit in the side that exposed nearly her entire thigh. The top was a white silk shirt and suit jacket which she wore open and without a bra, so that when she moved the jacket, her nipples and small breasts were clearly outlined under the flimsy silk.

She looked utterly desirable and beautiful and I was on the edge of an orgasm before this vision of my beloved wife. At the same time I was insanely jealous of Matt and every other man at the conference who would have the honor of gazing upon Judy's beauty as I was denied the same pleasure.

Judy explained to me that as the conference was near the city center, she and Matt had bought tickets to a gig. Judy's outfit for the gig was a pair of tight designer jeans that made her ass look simply stunning and a tight vest top with 'sexy' written across a photograph of woman's face as she provocatively sucked a lollipop. 

The message was overt and demanding attention. Judy wore her hair down with bangles on her arms, a glittering rhinestone C-belt through the waist of her jeans and a silver chain around her waist that fell across her ass cheeks.

Again she wore no bra and the image of her breasts so obviously outlined under the tight cotton and the occasional glimpse of the soft naked flesh of the sides of her breasts when she lifted her arms, along with the slutty message on her vest top made her an image of brazen sexuality.

I was jealous of Matt. I realized he had never even seen Judy out of work clothes and hated the fact he was going to know the intimacy of Judy the person, relaxing outside of work. At best Matt was going to be given the treat of spending the evening with my wife looking dazzlingly sexy and provocative and at worst, I dared not even think.

Once packed, Judy had an early night, ready for her early train with Matt the next morning. I spent another night of frustration, my cock erect at the visions of Judy's fabulous body in her new outfits.

The next morning she was waiting at the door to say goodbye.

"Kissy, kissy, Matty!" She said, holding out her wristband. I knelt and kissed it and then patting me on the head, Judy was gone.

I had work myself; an 8 till 8 shift, but I couldn't wait to get home that evening and finally have an orgasm. Judy had never told me I could not orgasm, just never with her unless she allowed it, which she has only ever done once.

Despite the restlessness and nervousness I felt at the intimacy Judy and Matt would be sharing, the chance of an orgasm was a huge treat in my current situation.

The atmosphere Judy has created practically crackles with sexual tension. I guess the old saying 'you never miss your water 'til your well dries up' is sort of applicable. I mean Judy has me dangling on a string of uncertainty about losing her; losing her to Matt and losing any respect she may have had for me. 

Whilst this leaves me squirming and desperate it also makes me value my wife more than ever, even placing her on a pedestal at times. Yet it is a mixed bag of conflicting emotions and sometimes unbearably difficult, but so amazingly intense. I just hope it is ultimately only a mirage and nothing has been lost. 

There is every chance she didn't even wear the clothes at the conference, or that Matt wasn't there, or she took a bra. 

I'm just left constantly guessing.

Now I said earlier that I would soon find out where my naive and previously conservative wife had got all these wicked ideas from, and it was on opening my front door that night that I did.

Lounging across our sofa in a gray tracksuit and munching a bag of chips was Judy's best friend Jackie.

"Wotcha, burger boy!" Jackie shouted with a floppy wave and went back to watching our TV.

The reference to my humiliating name shocked me and I felt myself panicking at what my wife might have told Jackie.

I've known Jackie from before Judy and I got married, in fact she was the head bridesmaid. Judy is only 5' 2" and Jackie doesn't even reach that. She is one of those giddy 'fun time gals' that jumps up at every popular song and "just has to dance 'cos this is her favorite song"; how many dumb songs can be your favorite?

Anyway, the passive contempt runs both ways, kind of simmering beneath the surface whenever our paths cross. Just little things like her stupid perky greeting;

"You all right?"

And then when I say "yes"; 

"Who told you that?" 

Or just the fact that Jackie always seems that little bit too quick to laugh when I drop something or make a fool of myself.

Anyway, for all those reasons and more, I was less than pleased to find her in my house, eating my chips and watching my TV.

It turned out that as soon as Judy had found my first story she had hurried round to her best friend's house the following day, distraught and seeking advice. Judy had shown Jackie my story and over a girlie chat and bottles of wine, Jackie had convinced Judy to instigate this little game. Jackie explained this to me as she watched TV and it was only as she finished her explanation that she deigned to look at me.

She caught me admiring the cleavage of her full, round breasts as they bulged out of a white vest top where she had left her tracksuit top unzipped.

"FuuuUUck you Colonel Sanders; stop obsessing about thighs, legs and breasts, you creep, I'm not your type; I'm not fuckin' inflatable!"

I averted my eyes with embarrassment, feeling my face flush red even as I fought my contempt for her naff put down that she no doubt had stole and practiced.

Jackie didn't explain anything else, just that she was baby-sitting for Judy and showed me a text from Judy as proof. Then she threw me a dice. 

"Roll it, burger boy."

It was a 1 and she made me roll it again. This time it was a 4 and Jackie looked more pleased.

"Come on then!" She told me perkily and leapt up the stairs, two at a time. I followed her into the bedroom with those horrid pictures of Matt.

"Strip!" Jackie demanded, unable to suppress her glee and grinning inanely.

When I just stood there, frozen and battling my contempt for the stupid bitch, she purposefully pushed the sleeves of her tracksuit up her fore-arms and reaching behind her head, tied her hair back in a pony tail. 

Then she walked over to me and stood directly in front of me, her hands on my hips.

I looked down at her, and she up at me and I thought she was going to try and seduce me until with one eyebrow cocked as my eyes glanced down her vest top, she slammed her knee into my balls.




How Getting Fired Has Changed Me Ch. 03



She let me drop to the floor before her and she stood grinning, swiveling her hips and biting a nail as I squirmed on the ground before her.

"Ten... " Through the pain in my balls and stomach I realized what Jackie expected and I stumbled to my feet and rushed to undress. Being the bitch that she is, as I hurried to obey she suddenly quickened her counting so that "4,3,2,1" came out as one rushed word.

I was down to my underpants and socks and Jackie just shook her head as she watched me finish. Once I was naked Jackie had me put my hands on my head and wait.

She stood smiling, enjoying my exposed and humiliating position. Her big, round breasts were just visible under her white vest top and when she jutted them forward they bulged against her top. Jackie looked so sexy and for some reason, lying crumpled on the floor next to the foot that had just kicked me was exceedingly erotic.

Jackie just stood, swaying her little torso seductively. Despite myself I felt my cock growing hard and Jackie laughed when I was fully erect.

"Fuuuuckin' pervert!... You rolled a 4. Get stroking your... erm... dicklet for 4 hours. No cummies... I'll be downstairs watching a movie with John... If I pop in and your dicklet is less than rock hard and desperate to cum, I'm gonna do everything I can to make Judy fuck Matt."

Jackie didn't even wait for a reply, just zipped up her tracksuit top and walked out of the room. 

I didn't even know her husband was here. I stood for a while, overwhelmed by the whole situation. Shocked that Judy had told Jackie about our situation and feeling kind of swept off my feet by how fast events were overtaking me.

I didn't even know if Jackie could make Judy sleep with Matt, it was probably just another game to play with my fantasy, but I couldn't be sure. Bringing someone else into this situation was a very real step by Judy. Sure it was her best friend, but even so, the dynamics of long standing relationships were being changed here.

I took heart at Jackie's words because they implied Judy had not slept with Matt, or that's what they seemed to suggest to me.

In the end I lay on my bed and stroked my cock. In those four hours I relived my wife removing her panties in the burger bar, thinking about the fact that her aroused pussy had been naked under her skirt for the remainder of her day with Matt. 

Could Matt smell her arousal? 

I thought about how she had revealed her naked thighs in the burger bar and her intimate underwear and how unlike my sweet wife that behavior was.

And then I realized that right now she would be with Matt, wearing that 'sexy' T-shirt and dancing and flirting as the band played and I stroked my cock under the watchful eye of my 'baby sitter'.

I fantasized about Jackie dominating me and her vindictive kick to my balls, imagining her topless and actually being able to touch her full, round breasts. I thought about my boss Suzi seeing me like this and laughing.

For four hours my mind was filled with images of humiliation and servitude as I addictively stroked just to deny myself release over and over again.

Jackie popped her head round the door a few times, usually with some profound comment like "See ya, wouldn't want to be ya." or the like.

About 1am, Jackie tottered into the bedroom, drunk and slurred. She motioned for me to stand up and kind of jostled me forward to the shower. She was evidently much amused sitting on the side of the bath and blasting my erection with freezing water from the shower.

Once my cock shriveled up from the cold Jackie threw me a towel. I dried myself, shivering and then Jackie began wrapping shrink wrap around my hips and thighs. The end result was like I was wearing a very tight mini-skirt. Then I was led along to the spare bedroom and Jackie handcuffed my wrists to the headboard. She pulled the duvet over me and patronizingly tucked it in around my shoulders.

With that profound comedy reserved for the perspective of the drunk, Jackie put a hand either side of my face and then slapped my cheeks alternately as she said "fuck... ing... los... er! Who... the... fuck... just... lets... a... wom... an... kick... him... in... the... balls... YOU" and then tottered off to bed, clearly very pleased with herself.

With Jackie gone I didn't immediately work out the point of the shrink wrap. I was handcuffed anyway. It was only when I awoke in the night with my cock aching that I realized it prevented me getting hard and cumming in my sleep. I lay anxiously imagining Judy with Matt and what it all meant, but I took comfort in everything that had happened. 

I reasoned that all this effort on behalf of Judy; the show at the burger bar, the teasing and denial, fuck; even involving Jackie surely showed a giant investment in me and my unfortunate fantasy. But the threat of Matt subjugating Judy still gnawed at the back of my mind. I didn't sleep very well.

In the morning Jackie supervised my showering with a pragmatism that was disheartening in its complete lack of interest in me sexually. She was clearly hung over and bored and sat on the toilet watching me shower with bags under her eyes and an expression of bemused contempt. It was only after I had toweled myself dry and was about to put on my work trousers that she even spoke;

"Backwards, burger boy. Give the girls at work a reason to laugh at your pathetic, loser ass."

When I stared at her contemptuously she began to slide her sleeves up her fore-arms, a threat of a repeat of last nights swift kick to my balls, until I quickly obeyed. 

Her conversation as she drove me to work was excruciating.

"Why don't you fucking man up? Seeing you sitting there with your fucking pants on backwards... fuck, you make me wanna slap you!"

Jackie glanced over at me, her eyes filled with anger, and then slapped me hard across my face. I just sat there.

"Why the fuck would Judy want to stay with a whining loser like you. I'd be doing her a favor finding her another man."

I looked straight ahead as Jackie's turned to glare at me. I heard her spit and felt her saliva splat against my cheek.

"Well! Fucking do something, you spineless wimp!" Jackie was shrieking at me in frustration.

When I didn't respond, Jackie suddenly grabbed my hair and banged my head off the dash board a couple of times.

"Fuck! You make me sick! What the fuck is wrong with you? Stand up for yourself. I'm a fucking 5 foot woman, you useless sack of shit!"

The drive seemed to last forever with Jackie silently fuming and me trying not to cry in front of her. Eventually she dropped me off at work with a "now fuck off" and I rushed to the toilets and swapped my pants around. 

Luckily it went unnoticed but Suzi scolded me for not reporting in immediately.

That shift I decided it was time to sort out my future and my life and to regain my status as a husband, provider and lover. 

Enough is enough. I don't know why, but having Jackie involved somehow felt too much. I think because with her it is not a gentle game but a vindictive pleasure to degrade me. Feeling her genuine contempt for my wimpy behavior made me give myself a good talking to, I guess.



How Getting Fired Has Changed Me Ch. 04



When Judy got home from the conference I was waiting to have it out with her. She was wearing the pencil line mini-skirt and the white silk blouse with no bra, but I figured she could have slipped her bra off anytime. 

"Did you sleep with Matt?" I demanded sternly as soon as Judy walked through the door.

She held out her wrist;

"Kissy, kissy, Matty!"

I ignored her.

Judy gave me a weary smile and hugged me, pulling my shoulders forward so she could whisper in my ear. I could feel her small breasts against my chest.

"Did you sleep with Matt?" I insisted, holding my body rigid as she cuddled into me.

"Sshh! Don't torture yourself, sweetie." Judy said, rubbing her nose affectionately against my chest.

I had had enough and felt my anger rise. Pushing her from me and staring into her eyes I spoke assertively, my anger checked but the restraint snarling in my every word.

"No Judy, I need to know. Did you sleep with Matt?"

Judy just casually walked away and sliding off her jacket, hung it on the back of a chair. I couldn't help noticing her small breasts through the silk of her white blouse.

"Tell you what, sweetie." Judy began undoing the top button of her blouse.

"Seeing as how Jackie says you've been a good little burger boy..."

Judy undid the second button and I got a tiny glimpse of her cleavage.

"...Except for one little bit of stubbornness..."

The third button was open but Judy pulled her blouse close. I was not in the mood for Judy's teasing. I needed answers.

"...but Jackie says she...erm...kicked you into touch about that. Sorry sweetie, that bit was not part of my plan."

Judy giggled and undid a fourth button, leaning forward to show me her exposed cleavage as she wiggled her breasts.

"What if I let you fuck me and you can decide if it feels as though Matt has fucked your little wife's pussy last night. How does that sound, sweetie?"

Judy wiggled her hips, hitching her skirt up around her waist. Then running a finger over her panties she walked slowly over to me.

"Maybe my panties are full of Matt's cum, sweetie. Why don't you kneel and find out?"

When I refused to play Judy's game of seduction and stood my ground, demanding to know if she had been unfaithful, Judy became angry. She did not answer me but instead buttoned herself up in silence. I was scared of how the mood had instantly darkened between us and things looked hyper-real.

Seconds ago my wife had tried to seduce me, albeit still playing on my unfortunate fantasy, but still a wife sharing an intimacy with her husband and I had rejected her. Worse I had accused her of infidelity, or at least shown my mistrust of my wife.

Once again my insecurities and failings had resulted in me acting like a loser. I wasn't surprised when Judy picked up her bags and simply walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Just before she did, she turned back, teary-eyed.

"After all I've done...and you genuinely think this of me!"

Ridiculously, Judy had offered to disclose her faithfulness or lack of it through her game and I had simply ruined it. It felt as though lately I just couldn't get anything right.

Judy didn't return my calls or texts and I had a sleepless night worrying about what I had done. I masturbated to thoughts of Jackie because thinking of Judy felt raw and all too real. It was an empty experience, even after the denial and stroking. 

I was just miserable. I had a beautiful wife who had designed such an intense experience for me, playing on my regrettable fantasy. She had involved Matt, thought up so many tantalizing scenarios and then played them out, daringly removed her panties for my benefit in a public eatery and even got her best friend in on the act. And after all her effort, when Judy had come home from a night away to her husband, tired but still wanting to seduce me, what had I done? 

Pushed her away and accused her of infidelity.

I had a restless night full of self contempt for me as a husband and a provider.

At work the next day Suzi stood over me with a clipboard nearly all day to evaluate me for the reward of my first gold star. It is a humiliating form of a competency check to establish you have the skill base to wipe tables, clean toilets, scoop fries into a container and dress correctly.

I was behind the counter making up orders with nine or ten of my younger colleagues working around me when Suzi's heels came clicking across the kitchen floor.

Suzi strode right up to me, removed my hat and hung a board around my neck. Before I could even react she had her phone out, taking photographs as the team all sniggered.

I looked down and read 'Loser of the month' written on the board.

"Listen up guys, dorky here failed to even get his first star. We're gonna get a right rollicking if dorky doesn't up his game guys, so he's gonna wear his sign for the rest of the shift."

Suzi made me smile and give a thumbs up as she took one last picture and everyone went back to work, including me. Suzi kept me in the kitchen, out of sight of the customers all shift just so i could wear the sign.

It just felt like I somehow invited this behavior towards me, like I had become a natural victim. 

I wasn't six months ago, but that was six months ago.

When I got home the lights were on and I hurried through the door to apologize to Judy, to make everything all right again. 

Judy wasn't there, instead Jackie was lying on the sofa like last time, only this time the curves of her short legs were outlined in tight denim and her torso hidden under the grey tracksuit top, this time zipped right up. Even just lounging on the sofa Jackie seemed so powerful. I felt my cock swell at the memory of her kicking my balls.

She flicked the V's at me as I walked in.

"Yeah, fuck you too, Jac, where's Judy?" I said, her arrogance mocking me and adding to my anger, already stoked by Suzi's humiliating sign at work. I had had enough.

As soon as I entered the lounge I was suddenly grabbed and held with my arms bent behind my back in a painful hold. Jackie's husband John is a cop so I guess he is trained to restrain.

"You don't ever talk to my wife like that, bud. I don't care how long we've known each other."

John pulled on my arm making me cry out in agony.

"Yes John, sorry. I didn't mean it, I'm just kinda..."

I babbled on sounding pathetic and stupid even to my own ears as Jackie sauntered over to where I was being held by John. She pulled some paper from her jeans pocket and unfolded it.

"Before we get onto Judy, burger boy, I got some truck with you!"

Jackie began reading from the paper, mocking my words in a whiny voice:

"I masturbated to thoughts of Jackie...I fantasized about Jackie dominating me and her vindictive kick to my balls, imagining her topless and actually being able to touch her full, round breasts... Her big, round breasts were just visible under her white vest top and when she jutted them forward they bulged against her top." 

Jackie's silly squeaky voice exaggerated the ridiculousness of my words and making me feel small and ashamed.

"It makes me sick to think of a creepy little perv like you even looking at my breasts, let alone knocking one out over me. Urgh just grody to the max, you...you...fucking loser, pervy, creep fuckhead!"

I felt puny being restrained by John with his hulking frame towering over me and my arms bent under his powerful grip and I felt utterly ashamed and destroyed by Jackie's words.

"Hon, how do you feel knowing your buddy thinks like this 'bowt your wife?" Jackie asked John, playing the situation for full affect.

"Betrayed...I dunno what his creepy mind's been thinking every time we've had him and Judy over...I thought you were a buddy, but your just a sicko. Fuck I can't believe all these years you've been perving over Jac!"

John twisted my arm further back in anger and I cried out again.

"You see how you make people feel, loser? Sickened, betrayed, repulsed. Sucks to be you, huh, burger boy?"

Jackie was enjoying herself now, smiling up at John between words and pacing back and forth as she spoke. She scanned the paper again.

"Oh yeah, here we are; 'fun time gal'..."

Jackie looked up, her lips curled in a snarl as she swung her leg up, smashing her boot toe into my balls. I instinctively tried to curl up but John held me sturdily so that I just writhed and squirmed, hanging from his powerful hold.

"little bitch..."

Another kick to my balls and I cried out. Jackie turned her back on me, the shape of her ass tantalizing in tight denim.

"stupid..."

Jackie span round suddenly and kicked my balls harder than before. 

I was sobbing now and with a nod from Jackie, John released his hold and I fell to the floor, clutching my aching balls. Jackie looked so sexy standing with her hands on her hips, slightly stooped and panting from the exertion of kicking me repeatedly in the balls. She stood straight and swept her hair behind her ear.

"Just stay out of my way, bud. If I see you again I'll hit you so hard you'll be shitting teeth. Got me?"

I looked up at John. He wasn't kidding. I nodded through my tears.

They both sat down on the sofa, John's giant arm dropping down and around Jackie's diminutive shoulders. She rubbed his thigh contentedly.

"That's my bit done...for now. Say thanks Jac!" She demanded.

I mumbled a 'thanks Jac' and turned to face them, still kneeling on the floor and tentatively massaging my aching balls.

"Right, you seem to be in the right mindset to hear Judy's message, burger boy, so listen up!" Jackie began. 

She went on to explain that Judy was living with them for a trial period and that basically if I wanted Judy back I needed to demonstrate I could 'man up' and prove I was worthy of her. I had been right that accusing her of infidelity had hurt her, and rightfully so. I had betrayed the trust of our marriage. Jackie pointed out that in my own self-confessed submissions I had fantasized about not only Matt, my boss, Suzi but even her; Judy's best friend. 

How did I think that made Judy feel? 

By the end of Jackie's talk I felt so unworthy of my wife, so worthless as a husband, as a provider, a failure as a friend of Jackie and John's and I cursed myself for my insecurities and for failing Judy and hurting her. 

As Jackie pointed out, I was lucky to have a wife as generous as Judy who was still prepared to give me the opportunity to 'man up' and sort myself out.

Jackie went on to offer me a two month separation from my wife. In that time Jackie proposed to set me challenges to give me the chance to prove I was still man enough to deserve Judy. That was my bit.

"Thanks Jac. Please tell Judy I won't fail her. I'll make her proud of me, Jackie, I promise." I told Jackie, but she just looked at me contemptuously, shaking her head with disbelief.

"Me and Jude are gonna be letting our hair down in the next two months. Hell, Jude deserves a break from all the stress of you getting fired and then, as if that wasn't bad enough; discovering she had a closet fetish wimp for a husband. That's Jude's bit" 

I figured Jackie was probably right about Judy deserving a break. I hadn't managed to be much of a husband lately.

"And I want your little updates to continue on that pervy website. I'm gonna have you record you ruin your marriage in front of a public who already have little or no interest in your ad little life! Just for the shits and giggles. that's my bit, burger boy"

I just knelt, staring in disbelief at Jackie's vindictive words as she grabbed John's hand and pushed it between her thighs. Grinning, John rubbed her pussy through her jeans and Jackie bucked her hips wildly.

"Fuck, destroying him makes me horny. Come on hon!" Jackie said standing up with John and dragging him by the wrist towards the door.

Jackie's head popped back round the door. "Feel free to wank your pathetic dicklet to memories of this ball busting session; I'll be glad to make you pay for it next time."

She walked off laughing.

"Oh, and 'see ya, wouldn't want to be ya'" Jackie shouted back, again mocking my last submission."

I had supper and went to bed determined to sort myself out in order to keep my wife. I still ended up masturbating to Jackie's ball busting and Suzi's humiliating sign. 

I felt guilty afterwards and I was resolute that tomorrow would be a new day. How I hated those pictures of Matt's mocking grin. I couldn't even see my wife and yet Matt would get to ogle her every day.

It was lonely in the house without Judy and I whispered a goodnight to her, imagining her lying in bed in the spare room at John and Jackie's. The bed felt cold and empty without her and I missed the warmth of her body and her silent breathing in the night.

At least Judy was giving me a chance to prove myself to her. Maybe she just needed a break, maybe we both did. I figured Jackie was probably a good thing for Judy, just not for me. I was genuinely disturbed by her sadistic arousal at the thought of destroying me and her insistence of writing out my life like a soap opera felt like a complete disregard for the seriousness of my marriage difficulties.

The getting fired and my regrettable fantasy had surely placed a big strain on my marriage and instead of appreciating my loving wife's attempts to help and understand I had basically called her a slut. How I wished I had dealt with things differently.

But the disturbing part was how Jackie was manipulating the situation for her own sadistic amusement. It was as though my own wimp behaviour had caused an opposite kink in Jackie. Had she really been aroused at the idea of destroying me, or was she just playing a game to teach me a lesson?

Either way, I lay awake determined to beat her challenges and prove myself to Judy and the world. I realized that if I beat Jackie's challenges then these entries would record the rebirth of a man, triumphing in the saving of his marriage and expose Jackie for the vindictive bitch she was being.

The next morning I made my first tentative steps at regaining my manhood. I had another 12 hour shift at the burger bar and greeted Suzi with a warm smile. She just wrinkled her nose in disgust.

I was filled with optimism at the chance to win Judy back and was determined to re-assert myself in all aspects of my life.

On my break I rang Suzi's line manager and made an official complaint about her making me wear the 'loser of the month' sign. Her boss said he would visit Friday.

I was pleasant and civil all day to Suzi, despite her usual abrupt manner towards me, and I quite enjoyed gloating about the fact she was oblivious to the trouble I was about to cause her.

Even when she was walking away from me and suddenly span round on one heel, saying loudly; "Were you staring at my ass, dorky?" I just kept my cool and simply answered "Of course not, Suzi" 

I still received no replies from Judy, but did get a text from Jackie asking if I had masturbated about my ball busting session. I simply replied 'no', determined not to take any more bullshit from Jackie.

Her reply was a laughing emoticon and 'not according to your own account, lying little fuck head!'

I realized I was going to have to be a lot smarter if I was going to prove myself to Judy. I hadn't even figured on Jackie reading my accounts before they were published. 

The names people had got used to calling me, made me realize just how far I had let things go. I had been called 'dorky' and 'fuck head' in one morning and simply just accepted it.

A few days later I got home from work to find Jackie lying on the sofa as if this was becoming her usual position in my house. I was still intimidated by Jackie; the fact that she had a key to my house, had assaulted my balls and perhaps most of all because of the potential influence she held over the future of my marriage as well as her growing enjoyment at my expense. 

"Hey, fuck head! How're ya balls?" Jackie asked, idly swinging her leg in a mock kick, as though my ball busting was the most normal thing in the world.

I felt my resentment at Jackie's disrespect and contempt well up inside me.

"Fuck you, Jac. Any word from Judy, she's still ignoring my texts?"

"Yeah, I know she is. My idea, fuck head! You have to go through me until I decide you've manned up enough to deserve Judy back." Jackie said, flicking through a magazine and giving me the finger as she spoke.

The passive contempt that had been between us for years was gone, replaced by an intense hatred. Part of me wanted to hate fuck the bitch. She had her hair up in a bun with reading glasses on, no make-up and her curves hidden under a baggy grey sweater. Even though it was obvious Jackie had absolutely no interest in looking attractive to me, just the slightest exposing of her flesh around her neck and where her jeans rose above her ankles made me lust for her. I found her utter indifference arousing, the casual, accidental sensuality of the hairs at the back of her neck being exposed and her left forearm on show where her sleeve had ridden up made my cock grow.

My anger and contempt seemed to fuel my arousal, making me want to fuck the bitch, use her in revenge for everything she was doing to me. I imagined Jackie gagging on my cock as I fucked her face relentlessly asking her if she thought I was man enough now? Her baggy grey sweater stained dark with her desperate drool and puke.

"Drop your pants, fuck head." Jackie said, matter of fact. 

When I did not move she glanced up at me, her eyes peering over her reading glasses. "Don't worry, loser, I've zero interest in you. We just need to have a little chat about manning you up an' I wanna judge your response by ya cock-a-meter."

Jackie waggled her little finger in imitation of my cock and motioned for me to drop my pants. In the end I just did it, angrily and almost with a contempt for Jackie and her stupid games. I stood with my hard cock bobbing in front of her, almost flaunting my arousal like a parade of defiance. My cock hard at thoughts of Jackie's degradation.

Her eye-brows went up when she noticed my erection and closing her magazine, she sat up and patted her thigh.

"Come on, sit. I'm not gonna bite...urgh! What a thought!"

Giving Jackie a scornful look I waddled over, my pants around my ankles, and perched myself on her plump thigh. 

To me this was the opposite of my embarrassing fantasy; I had been the cause of that and what had followed, but this ridiculous charade was at Jackie's calling and indicative of whatever her motives and drivers were. I was not responsible nor culpable for Jackie's manipulation of me or the situation, I decided.

The close proximity to Jackie's body aroused me, the warmth of her thigh through her jeans, the smell of her perfume and she gave an exacerbated "Oh my" as my cock bobbed and twitched in front of her.

"Here, watch this." Jackie told me, handing me her phone. 

I sat on her lap, my cock hard and erect, mesmerized by what Jackie was showing me. The camera bobbed up to a door and knocked. I heard my wife's voice say "Come in!" and the door swung open to show Judy lying in bed, the duvet pulled up under her shoulders and her naked arms holding a book.

Judy was smiling at the camera, warmly and sweetly and I wandered who was filming my wife. I panicked expecting Matt's gross smile to suddenly appear before he fucked my wife. 

The camera was placed on a dressing table, still filming Judy as she sat up a little, still smiling. Then another figure joined Judy, sitting beside her on the bed, gently removing her book from her hands and handing her a vibrator.

"Remember what we talked about, Jude?" It was Jackie's voice. Judy looked abashed and blushed, but didn't do anything to stop Jackie as she gently pulled the duvet down to reveal my wife's naked breasts and belly. 




How Getting Fired Has Changed Me Ch. 04



Jackie was fully dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, beside my wife's naked body. Jackie held a wine glass in one hand and tipped a little into Judy's mouth before taking a sip herself.

"Go on then, Jude. It's already filming."

Judy gave Jackie an embarrassed smile and then slowly slid her hands over her belly and under the covers. Her eyes closed and I could just make out the slight movements of the covers as she stroked her pussy. 

Jackie moved round so that she could lift Judy's head onto her lap and Judy shuffled round to comply. Then, with Jackie stroking my wife's hair, Judy masturbated as Jackie spoke:

"Okay, Jude, you're at work telling someone about your separation from fuck head...Matt overhears and calls you into his office...big, broad shouldered, sexy Matt...he asks you what has happened and you just tell him everything...his big, strong arm goes around your shoulders to comfort you...you look up and he kisses you..."

It went on like this, Jackie recounting a story worse than mills and boon with my wife as the heroine and Matt as the hero. 

It went on, with Judy stroking herself to Jackie's story until she reached the moment Matt was going to enter Judy's pussy. 

Jackie paused and gently slid the vibrator down Judy's belly and I watched in horrible fascination as Judy took the vibrator and moments later, arched her back and moaned up at Jackie as she impaled herself on the vibrator.

Jackie commenced her sordid tale, recounting Matt's fantastic endurance and sexual prowess as Judy's stroking became more and more passionate.

Judy was fucking herself hard with the vibrator, bucking her hips up to meet each thrust in syncopation with Jackie's description of Matt fucking my wife. 

As my wife thrust and bucked, the duvet slid further down my wife's thighs, exposing her naked flesh and the vibrator ramming in and out of her wet pussy until suddenly she froze, her body wracked with obvious waves of pleasure and she jerked, her body in spasm after orgasmic spasm as Jackie held her naked shoulders.

Jackie held my wife's shoulders until her orgasm subsided and my wife, opening her eyes, blushed and whispered "thanks."

Jackie slid her legs from under Judy's head and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Night-night Jude."

Jackie walked over to the camera and the film ended.

Jackie took her phone back, snorting at my stunned expression and pointing to my straining erection with a downward glance.

"Guess someone enjoyed the vid, huh?" She said sarcastically.

The whole situation was so surreal and intense at the same time. Being in such close proximity to the woman who had helped my wife orgasm to thoughts of betraying me, just to have her berate my obvious arousal, left me desperate to cum, hating Jackie with my whole being and literally frightened of what was going to happen.

What did happen was nothing more than Jackie telling me to "put it away" followed by a quite intense conversation.

(As Jackie wanted the whole conversation recorded and then transcribed it will be published as part 5 under 'letters and transcripts' because it is just a conversation.)



How Getting Fired Has Changed Me Ch. 05



This is a transcript of a conversation between my wife's best friend, Jackie and myself. 

As Jackie wants this published; here it is. 

I am conscious that all my previous entries have not been well received; so to save people having to read any earlier parts, here is a brief synopsis:

I got fired from my job with all the ensuing depression and insecurities that come with that. 

It also led to me developing a fantasy about the man who fired me (Matt) humiliating me and fucking my wife.

Through my insecurities I ended up accusing my wife of fucking Matt and understandably, given all she had put up with, Judy walked out. She is staying at her best friend Jackie's house.

Jackie is now arbitrating between us and called round on me. 

Jackie showed me a video of my wife masturbating as Jackie sat and described a scenario to Judy about Judy being fucked by Matt.

What follows is the discussion we had when the video ended.

It is probably apparent that Jackie and I don't really get on.

(Apologies if this does not read well; it is a transcript of what was said.)

*****

Jackie: "Well?"

Me: "What the fuck, Jac?

Jackie: "What?"

Me: "What do you mean, what? What the fuck are you doing? Trying to seduce my fucking wife or what exactly?"

Jackie: "Oh my! First you call your wife a slut and now you're calling me a lesbian!"

Me: "Then what the fuck is going on? You tell me, Jac. 'cos I'm sure as fuck confused."

Jackie: "A little girl to girl support in a tough time. I was helping her relax and forget what a fuck up she married."

Me: "By having her masturbate to thoughts of fucking another man?"

Jackie: "Isn't that what you did?"

Me: "What?"

Jackie: "Masturbate to thoughts of Judy fucking another man? The same man, to be exact; Matt?"

Me: "Fuck you, Jac. Yes, but I did it alone, not with another person helping me masturbate. It is hardly the same thing"

Jackie: "So?"

Me: "So you've manipulated Judy into being unfaithful to me!"

Jackie: "Really, fuck face? You want to go down this route, huh?"

(Jackie grabbed her phone and began typing. I watched and waited.)

Jackie: "Unfaithful: Definition: Engaging in sexual relations with a person other than one's regular partner in contravention of a previous promise or understanding. Wait!"

Jackie: "Definition of sexual relations: sexual intercourse."

(Some more typing)

Jackie: "Sexual intercourse; definition: Sexual contact between individuals involving penetration, especially the insertion of a man's erect penis into a woman's vagina, typically culminating in orgasm and the ejaculation of semen. FuuuUUUck you, ass hole: Judy was not unfaithful you shit for brains loser. She was just having fun and you can't handle that!"

Me: "Fuck you, Jac. Definitions aren't everything. You shared Judy's orgasm, you helped her orgasm. That's some kind of intimacy!"

Jackie: "Yeah, you got me there. Judy did look kinda hot!"

Me: "Fuck you, Jac!"

Jackie: "I'd rather not, thanks all the same. Just fucking chill out: Judy just had an orgasm and all I did was help her to imagine Matt fucking her. It's no biggie, heh; like your cock! Fuck! I thought you'd get off on it, given it's your sick little fantasy!"

Me: "Having my wife orgasm to thoughts of other men. Yeah, fab Jac. Thanks!"

Jackie: "One: you wanked off to the exact same fantasy, hypocrite Two: You admitted to wanking off about your boss and even to thoughts of me you gross little douche bag! I think wanking off to your wife's best friend is just a little bit seedier than me helping a friend to enjoy herself!"

Me: "But I didn't expose my body to anyone did I? You watched Judy naked and masturbating until she came!"

Jackie: "Changing the argument just 'cos you can't win isn't gonna help you, loser. Fine, duck the fact you're a hypocrite and a gross little pervert. So what if I've seen Judy naked and watched her orgasm? If I take my top off now am I being unfaithful?" 

(Jackie stood up and pulled her gray sweater over her head, standing before me in a white sports bra.)

Jackie: "Come on then: Call me an unfaithful slut, like you called your wife. Is that what I am now: a slut as well as a lesbian?"

Jackie: "I can assure you, fuck face, this is not turning me on, but your creepy eyes on my tits sure proves a lot! So, I dunno; who's the one being unfaithful, huh?"

(Jackie stood with her hands on her hips in her bra and jeans for a while, almost daring me to look at her cleavage, exposed in her bra, and then with a look of disgust, put her sweater back on and sat down.)

Me: "It's context Jac: I didn't ask you to do that. What you did with Judy was overtly sexual!"

Jackie: "You leering at my tits was overtly sexual, creep! So was I unfaithful to John by taking my top off in front of you?"

Me: "I guess not. No."

Jackie: "So if Judy takes her top off in front of someone is she being unfaithful?"

Me: "I guess not. I just don't like it."

Jackie: "Finally: You don't like it. There's the fucking problem, douche bag: You! I took my top off in front of you and that was okay. Judy takes her top off in front of me and you 'don't like it'. You can't own someone just 'cos you married them. Judy has every right to take her top off on a topless beach or anywhere like that. It's her body and it's only nudity. You should be fucking proud you have such a sexy wife not whining about how insecure you are and trying to stop Judy have any fun."

Me: "I'm not trying to stop her having fun...I just don't like the idea of other people ogling my wife's body. Is that so weird or hard to understand?"

Jackie: "Actually, more offensive than weird, shit for brains. If you trusted Judy you wouldn't even worry about all your dumb little hang-ups. So what if other guys check out your wife? She fucking well married you; loves you; made a goddamn vow to you. Does none of that mean anything? Does another guy getting a peak at your wife's breasts really more important than your wife's devotion to you?"

Me: "Of course not, Jackie...I just get...well...insecure sometimes, I suppose..."

Jackie: "Now we're getting somewhere, loser: And why should Judy have to suffer for your insecurities? Should she feel like she has to hide her body just so appease your frightened little insecure mind?"

Me: "No...of course not."

Jackie: "No! Correct. So we agree Judy should not pander to your gross little insecurities and should be free to enjoy herself?"

Me: "Yes..."

Jackie: "Then we agree it was fine for Judy to orgasm as I described Matt fucking her?"

Me: "I suppose so..."

Jackie: "Finally! Then we also agree that Judy, having not been unfaithful, did not deserve to be called a slut?"

Me: "Yes."

Jackie: "And that I did not deserve to be called a slut or a lesbian?"

Me: "No. Sorry Jac."

Jackie: "For fuck's sake, shit for brains; this is not rocket science! Has your fucked up little mind finally grasped that Judy has had to put up with a loser douche bag husband who not only lost his fucking job but then actually wrote and published a fantasy about her fucking the guy who fired him?"

Me: "Yeah, okay Jac: I get it."

Jackie: "I haven't fucking finished! And even having to put up with all that, Judy came round to me and asked me how she could best support you. She's been more of a wife than you've been a husband, let me tell you. Judy was even generous enough to try and help you work through your sick little fantasy, even though it is seriously fucked up, in the vain hope she might regain the man she married instead of the closet cuckold wimp she's currently got!

And what did you do? Reject her and accuse her of being unfaithful! Way to go, fuck face!"

Me: "I'm sorry, Jac."

Jackie: "You're apologizing to the wrong woman, shit for brains! Fucking man up, get over your damn insecurities and win your damn wife back! Or, and I fucking mean this, I'll do everything I can to make her leave and be happy with a real man. She deserves so much more than what you are being at the moment so fucking MAN UP, LOSER!"

(Jackie stormed past me and slammed the door as she left.)



How Getting Fired Has Changed Me Ch. 06



There is no bondage or lifestyle content in this submission. I have placed it under BDSM simply because of power dynamics. It involves no sexual encounters either. Apologies if this is in the wrong category. It may also have fit into fetish/non erotic.

Also, below is a brief summary of previous chapters, the category in which they were published and at the end (in brackets) what other categories may have been appropriate. This is to help readers have an informed choice about reading previous parts if they want to. 

Ch1: Published in 'Gay male': A description of a cuckold fantasy I had after being fired in real life. (fetish/bdsm)

Ch2: Published in 'Loving Wives': How my wife Judy found out about the fantasy and what she did. (fetish/bdsm)

Ch3: Published in 'Loving Wives': What else my wife did in response to my fantasy and how her best friend Jackie came into the situation. (fetish/bdsm)

Ch4: Published in 'Loving Wives': How Judy walked out when I accused her of being unfaithful and how her best friend mediated and introduced an ultimatum. (fetish/bdsm/lesbien)

Ch5: Published in 'Letters and transcripts': A transcript of a conversation between Jackie and I regarding a video she shot of my wife masturbating. (non-erotic)

*****

Following Jackie's 'talk' with me, I ruminated long and hard over her advice and perspective. 

It seemed more than coincidence that the readers' comments synchronized with Jackie's. I needed to listen up.

I realized that my own insecurities had put a terrible strain upon my marriage and that my submissive fantasy, on top of my unemployment, had placed Judy in an impossible place.

Now, when I thought about all the things she had done with Matt; the blouse undone on the video conference, her hair down, removing her panties at the burger bar as he had sat opposite. They seemed actions of a loving wife. 

It seemed to me now that it was irrelevant if Matt had had the pleasure of seeing my wife a little exposed. That's all he got whilst I had Judy for my wife; she loved me and I was honored to have her as my wife. It was me that she chose to share her intimate secrets with. 

Even the humiliation of having Matt's photographs around our bedroom and Judy claiming to fantasize about Matt; I now saw as Judy's generous understanding of my fantasy and I cried at my inability to appreciate my wife.

Even Jackie, who evidently considered Judy could have done far better than me for a husband, had tried to sort me out for Judy's sake.

True, there was still my persistent arousal at being humiliated and dominated but I figured, even if I remained fantasizing about being cuckolded, that did not mean I couldn't earn back Judy's respect and maintain equality within my marriage in every other respect.

I decided to be all that a man should be, and to put the past behind me and make Judy proud of her husband once more. 

I joined the gym, I actively pursued voluntary roles as a step towards regaining my career. I won't bore you with the details, but plans were afoot to re-establish myself once again.

Arriving at the burger bar on Friday I couldn't help grinning at Suzi's impending doom when my complaint would be substantiated and Suzi greeted my overly perky 'morning' with a puzzled frown.

I was on a buzz all morning, working hard with all the adrenalin pumping in my veins at the thought of Suzi being fired.

I even had a double-date that evening as John and Jackie had invited me to a meal out with Judy. It was a chance to impress Judy now I had turned a corner and to demonstrate to Jackie that I could make Judy a worthy husband.

I even bought a lottery ticket on my break; things seemed the best they had been in months.

But 'the best laid plans of mice and men' as they say:

Suzi's boss had a preliminary meeting with Suzi before I was invited into the small office. He didn't look much older than Suzi; maybe 21 at the most. 

When I was eventually called in after 40 minutes, they didn't even try to hide the smell of sex that pervaded the room. 

Suzi looked flushed wide-eyed and her boss sat with his legs apart, casually, relaxed and obviously spent. It wasn't completely overt, but it was obvious to me what had just happened. I felt uncomfortable and embarrassed sitting before two people half my age who so blatantly flaunted their sexuality. It felt almost as though they were challenging me to mention it, just so they could call me a pervert.

The meeting went about as well as you would expect. I was asked to describe the event and bumbled through a description of my humiliation at wearing the 'loser of the month' sign as Suzi pretended to apologize for giggling. 

Her boss just looked at me with disbelief as I described the situation.

When Suzi was asked for her account she pulled out her phone and showed her boss the photograph of me smiling with my thumbs up and the sign around my neck.

"He like totally gets a kick out of being humiliated...He makes me call him 'dorky' and stuff like that in front of ever one. It's like so freaky, and he stares at my ass and everything."

Suzi went on like this, playing the victim, pretending to cry and claiming I had threatened her if she didn't agree to humiliate me. The whole thing was like a pantomime, with her boss pulling shocked or sympathetic expressions on demand.

Eventually he called a break and I left.

When I was called back in he berated me like I was a child, telling me he had never heard of such sick behavior. I waited to be fired but after belittling me and calling me a pervert, he announced that against his better judgement, Suzi's overwhelming kind heartedness had convinced him not to fire me on the spot as long as Suzi and I could reach an agreement.

He left us to it and Suzi sat with her long legs stretched out from under her mini-skirt, looking at her feet as slipped off her shoe and wriggled her toes. Her mini-skirt was so short that if I leaned forward I would be able to see right up her naked legs and up her skirt.

"You kinda like so need to keep this job, it's totally lame." 

I looked at her as she gloated over me, waiting for her demands.

"Soooo, like 'cos I'm super generous an' everthing...if you do one tinsy little thing for me...you can keep your job an' go back to being 'dorky' the loser. How fab is that?"

I just sat and waited, cringing at her humiliation of me. When I glanced over at her she was watching me with amusement, stretching gum from between her teeth with her fingers.

"All you gotta do...dorky...is have a chew on whatever's in the waste basket." Suzi said, nodding towards the trash. I wandered over to the waste basket and stopped stock still.

Flopped over the rim of the empty basket was a used condom, untied with the tip swollen with pooled cum.

Suzi turned her head to look over her shoulder with an expectant look.

The coincidence of me having a cuckold fantasy that involved me swallowing cum and now in reality, having my boss demanding me to do a similar act was simply surreal.

I felt my world collapsing, as though my mind could not embrace the reality around me and suddenly feeling dizzy, I ran out of the office, down the stairs and out of the burger bar.

Outside, I stumbled along, dazed and confused. I just couldn't grasp the difference between what was real or in my mind anymore. Had my fantasy somehow become obvious to everyone?

Could people tell I was a closet cuckold? Was I a closet cuckold? Only this morning I had been determined to sort myself out, and in less than half a day I was reeling from the intrusion of my fantasy yet again. This couldn't just be a coincidence; people are not asked to chew condoms by their boss in real life.

I started scrutinizing people as they walked past, trying to see if they were disgusted by me, or saw me as a victim or a pervert.

I went home completely uncertain of everything and feeling like I was breaking down. The only thing for certain was that Suzi's snigger as I ran from the room meant I had lost yet another job.

How could I have ended up in a situation where a boss suggested I eat cum from a used condom? It was so absurd it was surreal and I began to doubt if it had happened, that maybe I had misheard or misunderstood. Maybe I was ill.

For the rest of the day I paced up and down my sitting room, anxious and confused. I didn't understand what had happened. I was scared I was losing my mind. I was scared that somehow I was inviting people subconsciously to treat me as a victim. 

Could that even happen?

In a desperate attempt to still the terrifying turmoil in my mind I lay on my bed and furiously masturbated. I wanted to fantasize about taking my wife, to be aroused by how attractive my wife is, but to my shame, I ended up cumming to images of my teenage boss laughing as I chewed on the used condom.

I had even made an appointment with my GP when my phone suddenly bleeped. 

It was a text from Jackie.

'1:0 to you.' 

I just stared at the screen in shock and disbelief as the truth slowly dawned on me and I realized the lengths Jackie was prepared to go. Jackie must have actually visited the burger bar, met Suzi and told her all about my fantasy, somehow convinced her to play along and then agreed to present me with the sick opportunity to see if I would be pathetic enough to eat cum to save my job.

What did Jackie think I had become?

It was nearly as unbelievable to imagine how Jackie could have contrived the whole scenario and as equally unbelievable that she was happy to cost me my job, or expose me to such extreme humiliation.

At least now I had an answer to the insane situation, but having the answer provided no reassurance other than I wasn't losing my mind. Terrifyingly, Jackie was more than happy to put me through extreme tortures that left me genuinely doubting my sanity.

I was scared of the power Jackie had over me and the extent of her vindictive nature. Once I calmed down I rationalized that Jackie knew Judy earned enough to support us both and that the burger job wasn't so important. 

But even so, the fact that Jackie was willing to ruin my reputation with work colleagues, however temporary the job was, was terrifying.

However, I still felt less crazy and as I showered ready for my date with my wife, Jackie and John, I masturbated thinking of the intensity of Jackie's sexual cruelty towards me. Somehow her cruelty seemed to adorn her beauty like jewellery, enhancing her sensuality and sexual presence.

The whole situation is insane. Writing up what happens each time is making me reflect on the situations and I guess in some ways, forcing me to accept the lessons there-in. If this is some kind of tough love on behalf of Jackie and Judy, it's pretty tough, is all I can say.

I was still reeling from Jackie's scenario at the burger bar as I arrived at the restaurant that evening. 

John, Jackie and Judy were already seated at a table and I found myself studying Jackie as I approached the table, looking for some sign of the vindictive monster that lay beneath her beauty. I found none.

The vacant seat was beside Judy and opposite Jackie. Both women were dressed identically with the flesh of their upper bodies exposed in diamond shaped segments by the black wool of netted sweaters.

Their breasts were hidden under white silk scarves, placed to cover their otherwise naked nipples. It was obvious from their bare shoulders on show through the netting that neither woman wore a bra.

I had never seen Judy wear anything so overtly erotic in public, but even that was a minor change compared to her general appearance. Judy's blonde hair was dyed a dark red, exactly matching Jackie's usual style and her nails were painted a deep red to match. Both women had an identical bright red streak in their dark bobs. 

It wasn't the physical changes of hair and nail color, or the change in style that bothered me as much as the obvious influence Jackie was exerting over my wife. The dark hair and nails felt like symbols of ownership or signs of my wife changing under Jackie's influence at the same time that I became more estranged from Judy. 

After the terrible mind fuck Jackie had orchestrated earlier in the day, these dramatic and sudden changes in my wife easily sent me off keel. I felt out of my depth and disorientated.

I was beginning to believe that this was exactly where Jackie enjoyed seeing me.

I handed Judy the flowers I had bought for her and sat down. Judy gave me a big smile and I gave her a peck on the cheek. 

"Thank you, Sweetie."

My heart sank when the next thing she did was raise her wrist band to my lips.

"Kissy, kissy, Matty!" The words destroyed me as I kissed her wrist band. These moments of humiliation and servitude destroyed any chance I had of ever regaining my status.

It was as though despite their claim that they wanted me to man up, Judy and Jackie's actions always ended up degrading me further.

But what followed made Jackie's earlier manipulation seem gentle. She sat opposite me with her eyes sparkling with sadistic pleasure, her painted nails clinking against her glass as she seemed to ponder her next move.

The dark nails and black lines of wool in a stretched diamond pattern across the exposed pale flesh of Jackie's body pulled my gaze to her naked body. 

Jackie acknowledged the power of her beauty with a sneer.

I felt Jackie's stiletto heel drive between my thighs and jab my scrotum through my jeans. I squirmed uncomfortably.

"Hey! Good news, fuck face!" Jackie suddenly announced perkily, her face animated and friendly as her heel jabbed into my balls. I jumped at the pain and looked at her in disbelief.

"Guess what Dorky? You didn't lose his job...yet!" 

Yet again Jackie had me bewildered, my mind stumbling to catch up with events in my own life that she knew more about than I did. Again I felt helpless, clumsy and stupid, as though all I could do was dance, jump or roll over at Jackie's whim.

Jackie was in her element; she was in control with an audience ready and willing to lap up her outlandish scheming. Smiling round the table and giving my balls another vindictive jab and giggling as I squirmed, Jackie explained that when she read about my complaint in my last submission, she had simply had John call and pretending to be me, annul the complaint.

Jackie had been getting to know Suzi ever since I had mentioned her in my submissions and it had been Jackie's idea to have me fail the test and be made to wear the 'loser of the month' sign. According to Jackie, Suzi hero-worshiped Jackie for her ability to come up with such 'wickedly delicious' plans and together they had concocted the complaint meeting.

The 'boss' was just Suzi's boy friend and the whole meeting was done to satisfy Jackie's curiosity of whether I would actually eat cum to save my job.

"I still think you're a cum eater!" Jackie told me as a final comment, folding her arms across her breasts and grinning straight at me. 

"Don't be cruel, Jac. Well done, Sweetie!" Judy told me, patting my thigh under the table.

Judy's words were worse than Jackie's goading. What did Judy think of me if she thought I had done well to not eat another man's cum to keep my job? 

To all outward appearances we looked like four old friends enjoying a meal and on one level we were. The conversations returned to the usual banter, Jackie talking like everyone in the room was going to listen and as always with an attentive audience.

I laughed in the right places, answered questions when asked but it was hard to contribute with my mind drowning in the confusion and bewilderment Jackie had created. Jackie's tests of me 'manning up' were making me anxious as I just didn't understand the rules. I mean on the one hand I was ready to take Judy back, to assert that she just came home after the meal like any normal husband would.

But on the other hand I had agreed to wait this out and prove to Jackie I was man enough for my wife. That was wrong in itself, but what confused me the most was that all the while I tried to prove I was a man, Jackie and Judy seemed hell bent on proving I was a wimp. 

How could I prove I was a man if my wife made me kiss her wristband with Matt's name on it?

As we ordered coffees I decided I would make Judy come home with me and end this ridiculous charade. Little did I know what Jackie had in store.

Taking a sip of her coffee, Jackie simply said "Look into my eyes!" and then held my gaze as she reached across the table and pulled Judy's scarf from around her neck. 

It dawned on me that my wife's breasts were now exposed, not only to the whole restaurant, but were naked under the black wool mesh right across from John. I had an overwhelming temptation to turn my head towards Judy, but Jackie' glare held me still.

"I think we agreed that Jude getting her tits out wasn't being unfaithful, didn't we?" Jackie asked, smirking as her boot heel found my balls again.

Jackie held my gaze for the whole time we were sipping our coffee's and a whole gamut of exchanges took place without any words. Mainly her eyes twinkled at my discomfort and seemed hungry at any opportunity to mock me further.

Eventually she finished her coffee, and grabbing John by the wrist, pulled him towards the lavatories.

"We'll give you two little love birds a few minutes together!" Jackie said, waving at us from behind.

I took the opportunity to tell Judy how much I loved her and missed her and that I wanted her back. That I was sick of Jackie's games and things had gone far enough. 

I didn't get much further before she put her painted nail to my lips "Ssshhh, sweetie."

Judy sat smiling at me, her features so familiar and so strange at the same time. Her hair and nails so different and my usually shy wife sitting with both her nipples in plain view through the back net top. I was bursting with questions and demands. I wanted to know what the changes meant, what masturbating with Jackie present meant, did she still love me. A million things, but I held back at her command.

"Sweetie, promise you'll do what Jac says...for me? Judy squeezed my hand reassuringly and I nodded and smiled.

Jackie and John sat back down, John clearly looking uncomfortable. 

"What's up, bud?" I asked. Our friendship was still strained, but I thought it had seemed less so during the meal.

"I just want no part of this, Jac!" John said and walking off, asked for the bill.

"Of what?" I asked Jackie. Jackie gave a cute shrug. 

"Anyways, I was watching this film about these tribes people in a jungle and they caught this animal right?"

Judy and I nodded. I was already bored.

"And these tribes people chopped up this...I dunno...like this huge guinea pig with tusks or something and handed out parts to different people to help them with what they...erm lacked; Like one guy ate the balls to make him more fertile. Gross or what?"

"Is this your critique of Mel Gibson's Apocalypto by any chance, Jac?" I asked facetiously. 

"If so, the animal was a tapir and the movie was more a dialogue around the cyclical nature of the rise and fall of successive civilizations than eating testes in my humble opinion."

I gave Judy a glance, hoping she would be enjoying me trying to take Jackie down a peg. She was too busy fiddling with something under the table.

"Nope! It was about icky jungle men eating balls, okay?" Jackie said, sitting back, giving me the finger and smiling condescendingly at me.

"Time to go. You gonna kiss Jude or what?" Jackie said, leaning back in her chair.

I turned to Judy and she cupped my cheeks with both hands and to my surprise kissed me passionately, parting my lips to push her tongue into my mouth. I responded eagerly and lovingly until I felt her practically spit into my mouth and then force her tongue right into my mouth. 




How Getting Fired Has Changed Me Ch. 06



The familiar smell and slightly salted taste hit me at the same time and I tried to pull away as I gagged on the slimy cum my wife had ejected into my mouth. Judy kept hold of my cheeks, our lips slippery with cum as she kept kissing me.

Eventually I managed to pull free and began retching and spitting the gross slime into a napkin as Jackie leaned right across the table, her face inches from mine.

"I told you you were a cum eater!" 

"Fuck you, Jac!" I managed between spits.

"Aw, don't be like that, burger boy! You were so manly today that you refused to chomp on a cum filled condom and even more manly; you've ingested a better man's cum to help you grow a pair! 2:0 to you...See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!"

Judy, her breasts still exposed under the black net, blew me a kiss with her lips till glistening with cum. When I just looked away she held out her wristband.

"Kissy kissy, Matty?"

When I didn't respond the two women put an arm around each others waists and nonchalantly wandered over to John. 

Sitting alone I swigged my coffee to remove the lingering taste in my mouth. It took a while to get over the revulsion of the whole scenario before I realized that my wife had just tasted another man's cum, presumably John's.

I know it seems a crazy question, but after my 'talk' with Jackie I even pondered whether Judy had been unfaithful or not. I mean she had tasted another man's cum, but she hadn't even touched him or been involved sexually at all. 

John had just enjoyed a meal with my wife sitting practically topless before him and then he had known that Judy was going to take a mouthful of his cum. No wonder he walked off, his wife's behavior was too much even for him.

I simply couldn't understand Judy's actions. Why had she kissed me and made me eat John's cum? Did she really believe it might make me more of a man? Why was she dressing like Jackie? Was Judy sleeping with John and Jackie?

I left the restaurant absolutely and completely mind fucked by Jackie and my wife's unexplainable actions.