56 comments/ 315241 views/ 67 favorites Voluntary Cuckold By: Matt Moreau "I don't believe you, Henry. It's just too bizarre to be believed. We've been married for twenty-two years and you lay this on me now? I say again, I can't believe it." "Kelli, I'm serious. I really want this. I want to be your cuckold. I've worried over how to tell you for a long time. My commitment is unconditional and total, really." "Why, Henry, why?" "I guess it's kinda my way of making things up to you. I love you so much that I just can't express it. I want to make you happy. I want you to have good sex; you deserve it. And most of all, I want you to love me and know that I will do anything to make sure you get all of the good things you deserve," he said. "But my cuckold? Why that?" she said. "I haven't satisfied you in literally years. I've known it, and I've been unable to do anything much about it. I want and need to be part of your sex life, but up to now that ain't been happenin'; not really. I'm just hoping you'll include me in whatever you do. But, like I say, that's up to you. I meant it when I said my commitment is unconditional. Plus—the thought of you doing it to me is even kind of a turn on. I admit to being a little afraid. But, that in no way changes my mind on this. Kelli, please cuckold me." "Wait a minute, why are you afraid? This is your idea. Why would you do something that you're afraid of?" "I'm a little afraid that you might find someone else to love and throw me out. I wouldn't blame you; I've been such a fool for so long a time. But, I hope that my love for you will earn me back some of the love that I know you once held for me. And why? Again, it's kind of a turn on for me. I mean the thought of you getting' it, and me knowin' about it." His voice trailed off, "And me maybe even watchin' it happen." He said this last so softly that she almost didn't catch it. "I love you, Henry Caulfield. You aren't going to lose me. But, if we do this, and I really am not sure even how to do it; you might discover that it could backfire on you in other ways. "Wait, did you say—watch?" "No limits," he said. "Yeah, watchin' would be hot, but that would be up to you. Whatever you want, that's what I want." "I'm afraid if I did this, Henry, that I'd hurt you," she said. "You're a pretty sensitive guy. And watching while I did it with someone else? You'd never be able to stand it; I know you." "I know there will be times when the jealousy I will feel will be pretty tough to handle, but I will handle it; I could watch it. I know I could. Kelli, I deserve to be punished for not appreciating you like I should have all these years, like I do know. I am willing to pay the piper and take my medicine in that regard." "Henry, I have to know. What brought all of this on now? I mean you say you have had it on your mind for a long time. Why now? Why all of a sudden?" "The Murphys," he said. "I talked to Jack. When Helen dumped him, it broke him. He told me it was because he hadn't appreciated her enough, nor had he been conscious of her needs sexually—that was the big one. It made me realize that he and I weren't so different. Helen is the same age as you. I don't want to wind up like Jack: on the outside looking in." "I see. Well, this is all a little much, but I will think about it. I admit it does offer some delicious possibilities for sure," she said. "I can just imagine you beating off at home while I get myself thoroughly screwed by some stranger in a motel somewhere." She giggled picturing him desperate, with his pants down playing with himself. She noticed the bulge in his pants, pointed at it, and giggled louder. "You're getting off on this conversation aren't you my little pervert!" He reddened. "The thought of you in that motel room is stimulating," said Henry. ****** Kelli hadn't been clear about whether she was actually interested in Henry's plan. She'd said she'd think about it, yet that could have meant anything. But, unbeknownst to her husband; she had been doing some research in the weeks since their conversation. What she discovered excited her. The more she read and surfed the net, the more inclined she was to take a chance. That a man could actually submit so totally to his wife, that he actually fantasized about being her cuckold, was beyond imagining. Or, it would have been but for her digging up the facts she now possessed. She understood now, that many men, maybe even most, could be pussywhipped by their women. But being pussywhipped was a far cry from becoming a lifelong cuckold—really a woman's possession, even her slave. Yes, that was something entirely different. Most pussywhipped men were possessive of their women, not sharing—that was the difference from the cuckold husband who gave up all rights to his wife unconditionally. Kelli decided to test the waters. She'd made up her mind, but she wasn't completely sure that her hubby was really going to be able to handle it, and she did love him; and she did not want to destroy her marriage, hence, her plan. ****** They were eating lunch when she sprang it on him. "You're taking me out dancing tonight, Henry," she said. "Huh? Yeah sure, honey. Got any place special in mind?" said Henry. "The Crossroads. It's a county western place just off the freeway at 23rd street." "Have we ever been there before? I don't recall it?" "No, and that's the idea. I don't want to be running into anyone we know." "Okay, I'll bite. Why?" "Because tonight I intend to cuckold you, and I don't want any complications that I can possibly avoid," she said. He swallowed hard. "Really." "Henry, you have until we set foot in that bar to change your mind. If you don't you are done for. You will become a cuckold for real, and life as you know it is over. I can't say it any plainer than that." He remained speechless and momentarily stunned. She could see the confusion and indecision and even fear in his eyes and on his face. "It's your idea, Henry. You will have to live with the consequences, so you best think hard about what you want." "Honey, I was just taken off guard with the suddenness of your announcement. I guess it's kinda like you felt when I first mentioned cuckolding me to you some weeks ago. Frankly, I thought that you'd forgotten all about it. I didn't bring it up again because I didn't want to upset you," he said. "No, Henry, I hadn't forgotten; and I have done a lot of research in recent weeks, and I think I understand what motivates you. And, I think I understand how to do this. I'm sure you've done some looking into this as well. You have haven't you?" He looked like a puppy caught with the sock still in his mouth. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "I've done some looking on the internet." "I'll bet," she said. "Henry, there is just a couple of things I am going to say, and then I am done talking about it. Either we do it or we don't, but after my next words are said it is the last we will discuss this matter tonight." "Okay," he said. "I will guarantee you that I will never leave you for another man; I do love you Henry, and I don't want to lose you either. Also, I will guarantee you that I will not deliberately hurt you, I mean mentally. That said, once we begin, if we do; I will screw any man I want any time I want without your consent, without prior notice, and without any concern for your opinion. Am I clear so far?" "Yes, ma'am." "Finally, if we do it; it will be permanent. I have decided that I can make this work and even make it fun for both of us. As I said, I have done the research. And, Henry, if we do it; your little dick will never again enter this pussy, or any pussy. You will, on occasion, be sexually satisfied at my discretion and in a manner that I will set forth, but your life will become the life of a true cuckold, no more cunt for your little weewee—ever. "So there it is. Make up your mind because the point of no return is fast approaching," she said. She mentally crossed her fingers. She had laid it out fairly, maybe even a little too strongly; but she was hoping against hope that he didn't chicken out on her. The freedom the cuckold life style offered her as the wife was just too enticing to pass up. Well, she'd know; they'd both know, very soon. He nodded. She could tell he was conflicted. She understood his worry, but it had to be this way. She had to be sure of him; hence, the heavy pressure. ****** By 7:00PM she was dressed and dressed to kill. Black sheath midi, fluffed brown hair, understated makeup that made a statement, and she smelled absolutely devastating. Whoever she set her sights on this night was doomed. Forty-one years old and she looked twenty-five. Henry looked at her, no stared. "Geezsus, Kelli, you're freakin' stunning," he said. "Thank you dear. You look pretty good yourself." And he did. Nobody had ever accused Henry of being ugly, but tonight his looks wouldn't matter. Her smile was so wonderfully feminine that he felt himself grow faint at the sight of it. "Thank you. Thank you for being my wife," he said, "my hot wife." She raised an eyebrow, but she was secretly thrilled at his last words. It looked as though he was not going to chicken out. But, there was still time, so the pressure was still on, for the both of them. ****** The tension was palpable as they drove the ten miles to the Crossroads. The Crossroads was a mid-line sawdust joint catering to Stetson wearing wannabe males and ladies, both single and not, on the make. The Caulfields had the money to do their thing a lot higher up the social food chain, but tonight, for her first foray, Kelli had decided she wanted a guy with fewer manners and a little more aggression to do her than she would be likely to find in a champagne and caviar piano bar; doing it dirty and low had long been her secret fantasy. Well, the rubber would soon be meeting the road, or rather the pussy. Henry pulled into the parking lot. He yanked the keys from the ignition and sat looking straight ahead. This was it. If he opened the door and got out, the old days were gone forever, so his wife had assured him. "Scared" didn't even begin to describe his emotional state. Kelli, realized his indecision. She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. Her left hand mussed his hair. "I love you, Henry. I always will. Are we ready?" He looked at her. She was so pretty. "Yes. Yes, we are," he said. She wanted to cheer, but she just smiled at him. "Let's go," she said. It was almost 9:00PM and the place was fairly full. Henry spotted a table near the left wall and away from the blaring 50s-style juke box. He wondered where they had found a machine that ancient. On the way to the table, he caught the eye of a waitress and waved her over. "Two merlots," he said, not thinking. Kelli giggled. The waitress laughed too. "Henry this isn't the Sand Castle." Kelli smiled at the waitress. "Two tequilas, please," she said. Henry was embarrassed. But, in his defense, he had other things on his mind. The two sat and watched the dancers mill around on the dance floor. "Wanna dance?" said Henry. Kelli looked at him; she thought, "Yes." She figured it wouldn't hurt to advertise her presence a little bit. Just as they rose to dance, the waitress brought the drinks and set them down. They smiled at her and Henry pulled Kelli out into the middle of the dance floor. The song was a slow one and they danced like the long married couple they were for maybe a minute and half before s big burly type of maybe thirty-five tapped his shoulder. "Mind if I cut in pardner," said the man. "Uh, no, I guess not," said Henry. The man swept her away, and Henry went back to the table and watched. He saw them talking. Just before the as the song ended another man cut in. It was clear that Kelli's big problem for the night would be choosing not being chosen. The new fellow sensed that his dance partner was looking a little preoccupied, but he also had seen her come in with a guy, and he wondered about it. The man was in his forties, tall and slender. He exuded confidence. As well he might; he was very handsome. For the first time in his married life Henry felt the pangs of jealousy. He downed his tequila in a gulp. As the couples on the floor danced and mixed, he lost sight of Kelli and her partner for a brief time. When he sighted them again, they were seated in a booth at the opposite end of the room from him. He was kissing her, and it looked as if his right hand was gently fondling her breast. Henry was sick. He picked up his wife's drink and threw it back too. As he watched, he caught Kelli glance in his direction and smile at him. For some reason that seemed to calm him. He saw them get up from their table and come toward him. Oh, shit, he thought, what could he do! He felt frozen in his seat. "Honey, this is Jared. Say hello," said Kelli. "Hi," was all he could muster. "Hi back atcha man. Mind if I borrow this little honey for a while?" "Yes, honey, we're going to get a room for a while; Jared's going to fuck me. I'll be back in a couple of hours, okay?" "Uh-okay," he heard himself say. His humiliation was total. But his cock was stiffer than the trunk of an oak tree. "'kay," said Kelli, as she and Jared turned to go. It was only an hour and a half before Kelli returned. Jared led her back to the table, from which Henry had not moved in that time, and pulled out her chair out for her before waving his thanks and goodbye. Kelli looked at her husband of twenty-two years and smiled benevolently. "You okay," she said. "I guess. I feel funny," he said. "I know. I do too," she said. "But, you're a cuckold now, Henry. You're my good little cuckold slave. You understand that, right? I hope you feel good about us, baby. I want you to. I do." "I think I do," he said. "Let's go," she said. ****** In the car it was silent as both hot wife and cuckold hubby assessed their respective feelings. As they climbed the stairs to their room, Henry watched the gorgeous behind of his wife sway going up the stairs. Gawd she was beautiful, and he would never be able to fuck her again. The thought was terrifying, yet exciting too. She felt his gaze and looked back. "Come on, dear heart, and get your reward." His emotions raced. He almost tripped on the stairs catching up with her. In the room, she slipped out of her dress; her panties were gone. She noticed that he noticed. "Jared asked if he could have them. He fucked me so good that I just couldn't deny him," she said. "Oh." "Come here silly and take off your clothes. He did as she commanded. "It's time to begin learning your place, dear heart. I want you to lay down on the bed. I'm going to sit on your face and you're going to eat me out, and I mean eat me out. I don't want any of Jared's cum left inside of me when you are done. Okay?" He paled. Another man's cum! He'd never even tasted his own. "I don't—" "Silly boy, you have no choice. Okay. Just do it. You'll get used to it. Consider yourself in training," she said giggling. He lay down on the bed as she directed. She took off her bra and looked at him for a moment. Your little stiffy is excited I see," she said. "I'm glad. I want this to be good for you too." She crawled up on the bed and mounted him facing his engorged cock. She lowered herself onto his face and felt a shock as his lips made contact with her sodden pussy. "Oh my," she whimpered. Henry, for his part was slow to get into it, but he was soon lapping her pussy with a fervor that bordered on the ferocious. She orgasmed in minutes. She orgasmed again in but a few more minutes. She could sense he was wearing down. Cleaned out, and satisfied, she dismounted her slave boy, and knelt beside him and considered his stiff five-inch member. "Honey," said Henry, "are you okay?" She turned to face him. "Why, what a considerate thing to say to me. I do believe that I'm in love with you, my little cuckboy. Yes, I'm fine, and I hope you are too. I think we're going to do fine." She took his cock in her right hand and his balls in her left, lowered her face to the purple head in front of her and engulfed it greedily. She sucked for some time before he began to shudder and she took all of his cum into her mouth and swallowed. "Was that good for you?" she asked. "Is that a serious question?" he retorted. She lay beside him spooning him. It had been a good night, and a good beginning. What the future held was only vaguely in focus at that moment, but she had every reason to feel optimistic. After all, she already had stage two of this new and strange relationship in the works; and it promised to be a whole lot of fun! Voluntary Cuckold; Part 2 by: Matt Moreau The day after their adventure at the Crossroads, Kelli and Henry were both feeling antsy. Kelli perhaps the more so, she was concerned about the effect the events of the previous evening would have upon her husband. To all appearances, things looked okay, but what might be festering under the surface was still a question for her, a major concern in point of fact. Henry, for his part, was feeling strange as well but for totally different reasons. First was the realization that his cock would never again feel the inside of a woman's pussy. That had him shaking in his boots; he wondered if he could ever learn to deal with such a reality. Still, on the other hand, he had been and remained thrilled by the scene he had witnessed. His humiliation had been uncomfortable, but he knew enough to realize that that was what it was all about, a big part of it at any rate. For her part, Kelli was already hatching a plan to take their new relationship to the next level. She was cognizant that to her would fall the responsibility to take the initiative for all future decisions in her family, at least all of the major ones. In switching roles with her, Henry had abdicated all responsibilities except those she mandated for him. Such was both a boon and a bane, she thought to herself; but, she was sure, that as time progressed, she could make it work, and besides, Henry would soon be doing all of the household chores and virtually all of the go-fer work; he was her virtual slave after all. The thought made her smile. Her husband had turned out, after so many years, to be a candyass; but, he was her candyass and a lovable one. Yes indeed, this could work, she decided. He toyed with his food. He looked up at her just as she was shoveling a shrimp from her salad into her mouth. "Can we talk?" he said. "Yes, I think we need to," she said. "So, what's next? Are we okay? How do you feel? How do we feel..." "Whoa, horsey," she said. "As for how we feel, I think we feel good; yes, I think we're okay. Are you okay?" "Yes, I think so. It's hard to describe, but I don't feel bad if that makes any sense." "I know what you mean. I'd say the same goes for me." "So—what's next?" he said. "I've been thinking about that, and I have an idea." He nodded for her to continue. "We're going to a party. The Marston's are having one at the end of the week. It's a company function." "Hmm, okay, but you're not thinking of—" "Yes, I will hook up with one of the men there and do him," she said. "But Kelli, those are people we know, and I don' think..." "No, it's people I know. And I do think it's a good idea. Yes, it will be humiliating for you; I am sure of that, but it's what I want, and it's what we are going to do. I'll be telling you more about it after I have thought it out a bit more; but you can plan on going and maybe even participating in some way; I'll have to see about that." Henry was very concerned about being humiliated and exposed for what he now was, his wife's cuckold wimp. Being cuckolded and humiliated in front of her friends and business associates was going to be tough to deal with; but, that being undeniably true, he was nevertheless feeling a twinge of excitement rising in his pants at the thought of it happening to him. What she was going to let him do or participate in was something he was hoping against hope that he was going to like, but then, that was her decision too. Voluntary Cuckold At work the next day, Kelli gave her boss, Ida Marston, her affirmative RSVP as to their attending the party: she and Henry would be there. "Good, Kelli, I was hoping you'd be able to make it. You can just wear jeans and cowboy hats if you've got 'em," she said. It's gonna be kind of a theme thingy, but nothing too elaborate," said Ida. Ida Marston had only the day before decided to make it a quasi "theme" party. She'd been inspired to do so after having seen the Caulfields at the Crossroads the night before; they had not seen her—thank gawd! She was just waiting for the right time to talk to Kelli. She, Kelli, was a valued employee. That she was clearly cuckolding her husband amused her. That she was cuckolding her own husband Clarence, was a secret, closely held for the past eleven years. She had never dared share her secret with anyone; now maybe, she had found the soulmate she needed to do just that with. What a relief that would be, she thought. But, she needed to go slow and easy. "Kelli," said Ida, "do you think we could have a drink after hours today. I mean if your hubby wouldn't mind." Kelli eyed her boss. "Sure, he has a meeting. It's going to be a late show for him, but..." "Well good, it's nothing all that important, but it's kind of a celebration for me, and I'd like to share it with someone, I mean if you're available. You know if Henry, it is Henry isn't it, wouldn't mind." "Sure. And no, Henry won't mind my going out at all, I assure you," said Kelli. Ida smiled, she knew exactly what Kelli meant. Cuckold slaves had no say in their wives' social universe. "Great. I know a little place a couple of miles from here. It'll be quiet at that time of day, and we can talk and throw a couple back," she laughed. "Sounds good," said Kelli. "What's the place called?" "The Crossroads." Kelli felt a sudden chill. "The—" "The Crossroads. You know it?" said Ida, relishing the other woman's momentary discomfort. Kelli decided it wouldn't be a good idea to lie. She'd be scored for it later if she did. No, she'd just say yes and let it go at that. "Yes. Been there recently," she said. "Good, you can follow me, then, and I won't have to worry about you getting lost," she said. ****** In the car Kelli was concerned. Why the Crossroads? She didn't believe in coincidences, and this was one helluva coincidence! Had she and Henry been seen? Had Ida seen them? No, it couldn't be. If she and Henry had been seen, she would have seen Ida and her husband, whom she had met; the place wasn't that big. She pulled into the parking lot. Ida's Lexus was already there. She grabbed her purse and went inside. Ida'd been right: there were few customers at 4:30. The place wasn't exactly empty, but apart from a soulful tune emanating from the ancient jukebox, there would be little to interrupt the little celebration Ida had mentioned. She saw her boss seated in a back booth. She motioned her over. Kelli smiled, walked over, and slid into the booth. "I took the liberty of ordering you a glass of champagne," said Ida. "Champagne would be great," said Kelli. They talked for some minutes before Kelli noticed her boss turning her glass 'round and 'round in manner that indicated she had something on her mind. She was pretty sure she knew what it was, and her heart sank. "You saw us didn't you," said Kelli, throwing caution to the winds. If she was going to be fired, so be it. Her private life was hers, and she was not going to compromise on that score regardless. Everyone knew the Marstons were ultra conservative and strict about appearances on the job. Well, whatever, what was, was. The other woman stopped turning her glass. "Yes." "Okay, I get it," said Kelli, and she rose to go. "Where are you going?" asked Ida. "I'm saving you the trouble," Kelli, "I quit." "What? Quitting? Why?" Kelli stopped moving. "You aren't going to fire me?" "Hell no! I asked you to come to celebrate with me. Really!" "But, I thought..." "You thought I was going to object to your behavior with those men last night. Hell no." said Ida. "I probably should have let you know I was there, but I was interested and didn't want to disturb your privacy," continued Ida. "But you weren't there. I didn't see you," said Kelli. "I would have seen you." Ida smiled broadly. "I clean up pretty good if I make the effort," she said. "I was only two tables away from you. I not only saw you, I heard some of your talk with Henry. You're cuckolding your husband. I've been around quite a bit, Kelli, I know a thing when I see it." "Geezsus, you must think I'm—we're—perverts," she said. "Well, if you are, my husband and I are too," she said. "You mean—" "Yes, for many years. I know the ropes. It was clear to me that you were beginners, you and your Henry." "First time," said Kelli feeling very foolish. "Figured," said Ida. "But, I brought you here to celebrate," she said. "Okay, I'll bite, celebrate what?" said Kelli. "The fact that I have finally found someone to share my secret, too talk to" said Ida, and she laughed out loud. It was a laugh of relief. Kelli laughed too finally feeling some relief of her own. "But, seriously," said Ida, "how did you and your hubby get into it if I may ask?" "You may ask. Henry came up with the idea. I think he'd been surfing the net, and something clicked in him and he laid it on me. That, and a talk he had with a friend whose wife had recently dumped him after seventeen years of marriage." "Wow. I watched him more than I did you the other night if you want to know. You were gone for quite awhile anyway, so he was all I had to watch." "Yes, can I ask, was he okay? I was worried about him even though it was his idea," said Kelli. "He did some hand wringing. I'm sure his tummy was doing flip-flops thinking of that guy getting into your pants. But, he weathered the storm. He had a couple more drinks as I recall. He must have been a bit on the tipsy side by the time you got him home, I would think," said Ida. "No, not too much so. I rewarded him when we got home. He was content, I think, after I finished with him." "Interesting. May I make a suggestion?" said Ida. "Yes, sure," said Kelli. "Were you thinking of doing one of the guests at the party Saturday?" Kelli flushed. "Yeah, I guess," she said. "But, I'll back off now. I don't want to do anything to mess things up for you." "Hmm, did you have anybody in mind?" "No, not really. Maybe Carlos. He's a big guy and he might be hung, if you know what I mean," said Kelli. "How about you bang James Laughton instead." "James? Mr. religious nut?" "Oh yeah, well for sure he has a dick of biblical proportions and he can last an hour, I swear," laughed Ida. "You let him do you? James?" "Oh my yes, and I made my husband so jealous that night that it actually made him pray, my husband that is," said Ida. She was giggling so hard now that she spit champagne all over the front of her blouse. "Geez, okay, James it is," said Kelli. "How much do you know about the cuckolding lifestyle?" said Ida. "I've been doing a bunch of research, but apart from that..." "Let me fill you in," said Ida. "Yes, please do," said Kelli. "A cuckold is a helpless puppy who will do anything for a smile or a pat on the head from his wife. The more you humiliate and punish him, the better it is for him. It's all a matter of trying to gain the wife's approval. Are you going to keep him celibate?" "Celibate? You mean no sex?" said Kelli. "Yes. I've told him he will never enter my pussy or any other pussy ever again now that he is an official cuckold." "Good start. But you need to control his relief as well," said Ida. "You need to keep him horny all of the time. That's the power we hold over our men: if they're horny, they're helpless." "But, I can't be there all of the time. He's gonna masturbate. It may not be much, but it will give him relief." "Yes, it would, unless you lock him in a cock cage that makes it impossible for him to get hard." "A cock cage?" "Yes, my man is in one and wears it 24-7. I let him out for hygienic and health reasons once or twice a month. The rest of the time he is climbing the walls with desperation, doing whatever he can to please me so that I will grant him mercy." "What a delicious idea," said Kelli, "but cruel." She giggled and tried not to choke on her drink. "Where can I get one of these torture devices?" "Finish your drink. We'll go get one for you now," said Ida. "After all, soulmates have to help each other when they can." ****** The drive to the adult bookstore was short. The plain storefront with just the simple words: "Adult Books and Toys," belied the wealth of contents within. As they approached the counter, the man behind it smiled his recognition of Ida. "Hi, Ida, need something today?" "No Charlie, but my friend does. We're looking for a cock cage." Charlie eyed the newbie. "I have to ask ma'am, your husband's cock..." "Oh, about five inches, and kinda thick," she said, catching his meaning. Charlie smiled and turned to check some things under the shelf behind him. "This look like it might fit him?" he said. He held the item out to her. It was wrapped in a sealed plastic container, but she smiled her affirmation that it would do. "Looks like a winner, Charlie," said Ida. "What are those over there?" said Kelli looking around at some of the other things displayed behind the counter. Ida and Charlie both laughed. "Those are butt plugs. You fit it into your husband's ass either for punishment or training, or maybe both," said Ida. "And that? Never mind I know what that is; it's a strap-on cock." "You got it girl," said Ida. "Need a paddle or a cane?" asked Charlie. "A paddle? Cane?" "To spank your man with," said Ida. "There will be times when you will need to punish him. A good sound spanking is one way to do it." Kelli thought. "Yes, maybe the paddle," she said. "May I make a suggestion," offered Ida. "Of course," said Kelli. "If you're going to get something to spank him with, get the cane. It makes almost no noise when you spank him, and that can be a really good thing if you have guests in the house or children and his punishment won't wait. You can hear the paddle a block away, besides a paddle is harder for a woman to handle. And, believe me when I say, the cane stings like the very devil." Kelli giggled some more. "Sold," she said. "I want one of each of the things I've mentioned." Charlie started to bag the things she pointed to, including the five inch strap-on. "Just my husband's size," she laughed. As she reached into her purse for her card, she noticed Ida examining some things on the wall behind them. She put the card on the counter and joined her boss. Charlie began to total her purchases. "What in the world is that for!" exclaimed Kelli. "My gawd! it's a noose! Are you guys into executions too?" Ida laughed and Charlie smirked. "Hardly, girl. No, but it is a way for you to humiliate your husband to an extreme degree and put him deep into the zone." "I don't understand," said Kelli. "Well, I sometimes use one on my husband. I have a hook in the ceiling in our bedroom. And I have a cast iron chair with arm rests; I had it made for me. The heavy chair won't slip or tip over, so it's safe," said Ida. "Safe for what" "Well, sometimes, when I let my man watch, I make him stand on the chair with the noose around his neck and his wrists and ankles tied very tightly while my lover uses me. Sometimes he is up there for hours while I make love. It is a major turn on for him. Believe it or not, it was originally his idea." "My gawd, I can just see Henry strung up like that, helpless while I do my man." "Yes, it's pretty erotic. Question?" said Ida "Yes?" "Are you going to allow Henry to watch while James uses you?" "Not sure. He and I are newbies. I don't want to spook him," said Kelli. "You won't. Not if you lock him in that cock cage until after the party. He'll do anything for you and glad to do it if you keep him horny," said Ida. "That's true," said Charlie giving her back her card. At home she put everything that she had purchased away except the cage. She waited for her husband to get home from work. She knew he'd be late; it was one of those three martini meetings that he sometimes had when special clients were in town. She wondered if he ever cheated on her at those meetings or after them. Well, with what he would soon be wearing the question would be damn near academic. Voluntary Cuckold; Part 3 by: Matt Moreau The men seated around the table were the chieftains of the insurance industry in the state. They were also drunk and they were also staring unabashedly at the naked girl making love to the pole on the stage. "Whaddya think gentlemen, could Henry get her to go down on him," said the distinguished looking man in the three thousand dollar suit. "Not a chance, John," said the sycophant sitting to the gentleman's right. "Not without paying for it." "Jerry, I think you're wrong. I think our guy could get her to do it. Whaddya say, Henry? Hell you got us to sign the contract for the coverage, and we're a pretty tough sell. Think you could sell that girl on a little R&R?" said John Raulerson. "Mr. Raulerson..." "Call me John, Henry. You got a thousand dollar bonus, on the spot, if you can do it." "John, my wife..." "She's not here, Henry. What are you pussywhipped or somethin'?" said Jerry. The three other men at the table just snickered and drank while the tableau played out. The table was suddenly silent. Henry was sweating. To do what they asked, he'd have to betray his wife. If she ever found out—he didn't want to even think about it. John took out his check book. "Forget what I said, Henry. Here's ten thousand if you can get her to screw you." Henry looked at the man like he was crazy. But ten thousand dollars! He and Kelli weren't by any means poor, but ten thousand dollars was not silly putty by any standard. "Well, I..." "Go for it, Henry. We're your witnesses. Get her to fuck you, and I will add another five grand to John's offer," said Michael Strahan. "I'm in too," said Willy Kirkland . "That makes twenty grand if you score, against nothing if you don't. You gotta go for it." "Okay," said Jerry, "count me in for another five Gs. That's twenty-five, hot rod. But, none of this no risk shit on your part. If you don't score, you gotta suck our dicks, and that with the rest of us watching you do it. Think you got what it takes, hot rod?" Henry's pride was hurt. He wavered. Kelli would never know, he kept telling himself. "Fuck you, Jerry, I'll do it. It will be a pleasure to take your money," he said. The other men left the table and headed for the bar leaving Henry alone with the pole dancer. "Got a name, girl," he said as she passed him on the stage. She eyed him and seemed interested. "Jessica," she said as she danced away. He kept his eye on her and mouthed words the men at the bar could not read, but the girl could. Soon, the horrid music stopped and the next girl came on stage and Jessica slipped out. Henry followed her. As Jessica was about to leave the bar, Henry caught her at the door. "Got a minute?" She turned to see him. "Whatcha want mister?" she said. "An hour or so of your time," he said. "You do? Why?" "You can't guess?" "I guess I can," she said. "You gotta room?" The other men stood agape as the two, Henry and the girl, made for the door. "If he pays her, he loses," said a bitter Jerry. They others nodded their agreement. "He won't pay her," said John, "not with money anyway." John Raulerson was a self-made man. Some said a billionaire. But, what no one doubted was his business acumen or competitive skills. What he said was always taken seriously. He made few mistakes, and this bet was not one of them. He had an ulterior motive: he wanted Henry's wife for a night on the town, and he knew just how to get her: the way he always did everything, by playing hardball. He'd been thinking about her and scheming to get her since he'd met her at some party several months earlier. He couldn't get her out of his mind. Much as he actually liked Henry, and even his company, he never would have signed a contract with them had it not been for his obsession with Kelli. She'd rebuffed his clumsy and drunken attempts to feel her up as they danced that night. Well, he decided, he was going to do a helluva lot more than feel her up next time they met. Kelli was pretty still at her wage forty-one. Petite, dark eyes, tight waist, and her sexy butt complemented everything else. Her subtle personality and obvious intelligence didn't hurt either. She was one in a baker's million. Henry, John thought to himself, was nowhere near being in his wife's league. ****** Henry lay on the bed still clothed, as he watched Jessica take her things off, slowly, sensually. Gawd, she was pretty, he thought. Blond, slim, bare pussy, tiny breasts; at age nineteen, as he had discovered, she had not as yet let the night life ruin her physically. She came to him, straddled his body and began unbuckling his pants. Soon, she had them off and was playing with his cock. She bent low to take it into her mouth. It felt wonderful, and he said so aloud. The man holding the glass to the wall in the adjoining room smiled broadly. John Raulerson was going to have his way with Kelli Caulfield. In his room, Jessica rolled off Henry letting his cock spring back to its ninety degree position relative to his body. Lost in lust, Henry rolled on top of her. He insinuated his leg between hers and spread her wide enough to take her. He mounted her and pushed gently, entering her. He began screwing her slowly, and after some minutes, more forcefully. He pumped her wildly now finally stiffening and collapsing on her body like a sack of wet cement. "That was real good, cowboy. I actually came. Hope it was good for you too," she said. He nodded, too fatigued to form words that made any sense. He thought of Kelli, and what she would say if she ever found out. He put the image out of his mind. The girl got dressed, but not in too much of a hurry; she didn't want to make him feel bad. But, she had to get home to her worthless, boyfriend; it was getting real late. The asshole was probably drunk and would probably hit her, but at least she'd gotten her rocks off; there was an element of revenge in that, she thought. "Thanks, Jessica. It was good," he said as he closed the door gently behind her. Two minutes later John Raulerson knocked on his door. "Here are the checks, Henry; you earned 'em. Got to tell you, I really didn't think you'd score; but it was worth the money to see you do it," he said. He handed the man the five checks. "Oh, Jerry Wollcott is real bitter about being outclassed by you tonight. I wouldn't be wantin' to be around him much for a while," said John as he headed back to his own room. Henry, picked up the phone and dialed home. "Hi honey, it's me....Yeah I'll be stayin' in town tonight....yeah, I got a room....902 at the Esquire....Yeah, first thing in the morning....Love you too." He hung up and thought about the woman he'd just talked to and that he had just cheated on. He wanted to run home, fall on his knees, and beg her forgiveness; but that would have taken balls. Henry Caulfield was bereft of his. ****** It was two weeks later that Henry Caulfield's world collapsed. "Hi honey," he said, putting his briefcase down and shucking his coat. Kelli sat stone-faced and silent for the moment. She pushed an envelope toward him across the dinette table. He looked at her, at it. He picked it up. He opened it, saw the contents, and paled. Voluntary Cuckold "If you tell me you can explain, I will divorce you forthwith. I have already called my lawyer. I just want to know why. Only that," she said. She went silent again and waited. "We were drunk. It was a bet. Raulerson and the rest of them..." "John Raulerson? "Yes, but—" "He's the one who delivered the package," she nodded toward the envelope. It was clear to him now. Raulerson had screwed him, set him up; probably paid the girl too. But, Kelli was not willing to hear him now; he was lost, or so he thought. For the next ten minutes he unloaded himself of everything he could remember, including his wanting to run home and beg her forgiveness. "It was Raulerson who made the bet. I mean set it up?" asked Kelli. Henry nodded. His eyes were on the floor tiles; he couldn't face her. If had been able to, he would have seen a glint of understanding in her eyes. "Look at me, Henry. I believe you. I think you were set up. Do you remember your company party last Fourth of July?" "Yes." "Remember me telling you how a man pawed me and I cut him low and sent him off talking to himself?" "Oh yeah, I remember. So?" She stared at him as at a little boy. Her husband couldn't be that dense. "You mean! Him!" She nodded. Well, maybe her Henry wasn't that dense, but he better forget about taking up chess. "He wants me, and he was setting you up to be ruined if I turn him down again. The irony of that is just too hilarious to believe; he could have had me now, with our new arrangement, had he merely asked. Of course, in his defense, he wouldn't have known that. Well, it's time for him to pay the piper, and you too pussy." "But, I thought..." "You still cheated on me, asshole. But, I will forgive you eventually. I will forgive you because you are just a man and too weak or ignorant or hormone driven to help yourself. But I promise you, I am going to punish you before this is over, and you can take that to the bank. Got it!" "Yes, ma'am," he said. For some reason he felt warm and safe now, even though he knew he was in for it. "Where are those checks? I want them." He went to his brief case and pulled them out. He brought them to her. She took them and went to the desk across the room. She found a marker and defaced every one of the checks. They were worthless now, but the evidence was not destroyed; she'd need them for what she had planned later on down the road. John Raulerson may have thought he had won, but that was going to prove less than correct; he had messed with the wrong pussy. "Now, asshole, get busy and clean the kitchen, and I better like the result. Got it!" "Yes, ma'am," he said. "Oh, and before you do, come here." He obeyed her. "Get down on your knees." Again, he obeyed her. She turned her back to him. "Lift my dress and pull down my panties." She felt him do his duty. "Now lick my anus, cuckold, and do a good job." Were someone to have described Henry Caulfield at that moment, the words that must have come to mind must have included grateful, fervent, and busy! Never had a woman had so active a butt licker as had Kelli Caulfield at that moment. Her slave was once more under her thumb, and it felt real good. "From now on, butt licker, when I say do your duty this will be what I mean. Am I understood?" "Yes, ma'am." "Good, now do your chores." ****** "It's me, Ida...."Yes, thanks, I enjoyed it too....It was very enlightening....No, I called about something else. I need your help....I need you to invite someone to the party....John Raulerson....Yes, it's 555 1279....tell him Kelli Caulfield gave it to you....Great, thanks a million, Ida." The die was cast. This was going to be fun, she told herself. Well, it was going to be fun for her, and maybe her little puppy dog; but not for Mr. Raulerson. ****** The afternoon of the party Kelli had her cuckold helping her dress. For his part he was naked and very aroused as he worked her nylons up her slender legs. She'd have to do something about his hardon. Her gift wouldn't fit with it in its current state. Ida had said ice packs would cure the problem, or, she had also said, she could just spank him. That always worked with her husband. She considered the spanking, but no, that could wait for another day; she had plans for her strap and her cane's virginity. "Get me a bucket of ice, cucky," she said as she brushed on her makeup. "The champagne too?" he asked. She smiled at his ignorance of what was about to happen to him. "No, cucky, the ice is not for that. Just get me the ice bucket, okay." "Yes, ma'am." He shuffled off to do her bidding. Returning with the ice, he set it down on the end table near the bed. "This okay?" "Yes, my little cuckboy, it's fine," she said. Finished applying her makeup, and looking like a million bucks, Kelli came over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here," she said. She took a towel she had sitting by her and placed a half dozen cubes of ice on it. "Come closer," she said. He did so. "Hmm, got a major problem here don't we, baby, I mean with our peepee." She picked up the towel with the cubes on it, reached it under his cock and balls and wrapped his jewels in it. "Geezsus! That's cold Kelli!" he said. "Now, be good. Of course it's cold, silly, it's ice. I need to get your erection unerected, okay? Just do as I say and grin and bear it. It'll be over soon. It's not like I'm spanking you or anything." She giggled at her own attempt at humor. "I could spank you if you prefer," she said. "That would get it down, I assure you." "No-no, that's okay. The ice is fine." She laughed at his sincerity. His cock began to sag and soon it was shrinking back into his body. "Good," she said. She reached under the covers of the bed and took out the cock cage. "What's that?" he asked. But he knew. "It's your chastity device, dear" she said. "You'll be wearing it most of the time from now on." "But, Kelli! I can't..." "But oh, I assure you that you can," she said, "and you will. Now be my obedient little cuckboy and hold still while momma locks you up nice and tight." She threaded his penis into the nylon tube and encircled his scrotum with the ring. She inserted the pins and then the tiny padlock, clicking it shut and sealing his fate. "Honey, I'm afraid," he said. "It's okay, Henry, I'll protect you. You need this. From now on you will have to earn your chances to cum. But, don't worry, you will get to have it off from time to time, but mostly you will be locked up just as you are now. Consider it part of your punishment for cheating on me. You know you deserve it," she said, "so accept your fate and prove to me that you're sorry." "Yes ma'am," he said. She ignored him. "Now do your duty," she said. And she turned around presenting her backside to him. He knelt behind her and lifted her dress and pulled down her panties. He parted her butt cheeks and kissed her lovingly on her anus. During the next few minutes he licked and did his best to drive his tongue inside of her. She cooh'd and ooh'd the whole time as he adored her. "That's enough, now get dressed and meet me down stairs. I don't want to be late; she said. Voluntary Cuckold; Part 4 by: Matt Moreau Kelli and Henry arrived early; Ida had asked them to; she wanted to give Kelli the low down. After greeting Ida, and reintroducing Henry to his hostess, Ida called her husband Clarence over to introduce him to Henry. "Clarence, now that you've been introduced, please show Henry around, and maybe get him a drink or something, won't you," said Ida. "Yes dear, of course," said Clarence. The pair of cuckold husbands headed for the patio. ****** "Yes, I got through to him and he's real interested in coming, or he was after I told him that you gave me his number. He's gonna be late though; said he had a meeting. I think it's just that he wants the party to be winding down a little when he gets here. He wants you right enough though; that was easy to tell," said Ida. "Good. I want the horny bastard to be primed to go. I have plans for his miserable ass," said Kelli. "You really gonna let the asshole screw you?" "Oh yes, and I am getting the whole show live and in color. Were you able to get it set up?" "Sure, but I tell you, I am not sure this is all a good idea, Kel" she said. "It'll be fine, and more fun than I've had in a long time," she said. "It will be deliciously nasty," said Ida, warming to the idea. "La Femme rules!" "Definitely," chimed in Kelli ****** "Has your wife told you anything about us, I mean about me and my wife?" said Clarence. "No, just that they work together," said Henry. "Hmm, that's what I thought. Well, Ida said I could clue you if you weren't already in the know," said Clarence. "The know?" "Yes. I'm my wife's cuckold too," he said. "She told me a bit about you and your wife, so there is no need for us to spar. We're both in it for the duration. "You're new to the lifestyle as I understand it. That true?" asked Clarence. "Yes, brand new. Just the past week or so, but, I have already been cuckolded: last Saturday night as a matter of fact," said Henry. "How do you feel about it, now that it's been done to you?" said Clarence. "Okay, I guess. It's strange. I know it's going to be hard sometimes," said Henry. "Yes, it will be. Are you locked up yet?" "Just this afternoon for the first time. I mean I suppose you are referring to my cock cage," he said. "Yes, that's it. I have to wear one too. Nine years now. Ida let's me out maybe a couple of times each month. But, I've gotten used to it. It's my fate as a cuckold. It'll be yours too. Take my advice, serve your wife as best you can and don't whine when she takes a lover; just obey her. Some of them will think that they're in love with her, and she may think she's in love with one or another of them. But she will always come back to you, if you use your head, believe me. Ida may have cuckolded me, but that doesn't mean that I parked my brain in the closet. Anyway, obedience will make your life a ton easier, trust me on that one," said Clarence. "I kinda figured that," said Henry. "I think she is going to take a lover tonight, I don't know. She said she would, but there are some other things going on too, so I don't know for sure. How about your Ida? Is she planning on doing some guy tonight?" Clarence held up his hands as if to say who could guess. ****** Kelli and the cucks helped Ida get things put out and around for the party. Guests started arriving at 7:00 and conversation and laughter reverberated around the compound. And it was a compound. The house was large five bedrooms. In addition to the house itself there was a pool house for changing and lounging—and making out, Ida had laughed as they put out appetizers on the tables inside of it. Likewise there was a small guest house at the back of the two acre lot. It was a simple one room affair, but comfortable. Clarence had suggested it for those occasions when this or that relative came to stay for more than a night or two; the Couple prized their privacy. Over the years it had proved worth the building. By 7:30 there were more than fifty people milling around and socializing. The gathering was noisy but the good kind of noisy. Roberta Kennedy was gorgeous. She wore a terrific looking Kelly green skirt, far too short to hide anything if she bent over, and a blouse with a plunging neckline that threatened to expose her breasts to the world at large. Clarence had lost sight of his compadre who had gone to get them another drink. He took the opportunity to approach Roberta who had temporarily been abandoned by her husband Jack. "Hi, all by your lonesome?" said Clarence to the gorgeous brunette. "Careful of the ceiling fans in the house." Clarence laughed. "Excuse me?" said Roberta. Clarence knew he'd blown it. He stuttered unintelligibly. "I mean your hair—I mean it's beautiful—I mean I didn't mean..." "Pardon me, Clarence, I see my husband over there; I need to go." He stood there with his head four feet up his ass wondering why it was dark! Gawd, if this got back to Ida, he was more than dead! Fuck-fuck-fuck- he muttered under his breath. He saw Roberta speaking to her husband. He saw the big man's visage darken. He was dead. At that worst of all possible moments things got even worse. Ida joined the couple. Their conversation was animated. Ida seemed to be succeeding in calming the rising tide of anger in Jack's demeanor. The Kennedys broke off and joined the rest of the party. Ida looked about and sighted her husband. She crooked her finger at him, beckoning him; then, she pointed toward the house. He wanted to vomit. It was going to be bad, very bad. ****** As Ida and Clarence came into the house, James arrived. She told Clarence to wait, and she grabbed James' arm before he could even say hello and led him out to the patio. "James this is Kelli," laughed Ida. "I know James, Ida; we work together almost every day," giggled Kelli. "Oh yeah, I forgot," she laughed striding off and leaving the two of them alone. "I hear you are more liberal than I thought," said Kelli. "I guess you heard right," said James. "I thought you were one of those religious nut cases," said Kelli. "Nuts? Why? Because I believe in Jesus?" said James. "Well, I mean—I just assumed..." "You never asked, but I don't think Jesus is near as petty about what we do here on earth as the wackos and puritans would lead us to believe. I think sex, for one thing, is so good a thing that the more of it we engage in the better it is for us—in this life and in the next," he said. "An original perspective for sure," said Kelli. "I guess I am going to have to reevaluate how I think of you. "Can I be frank, James?" she said. "No, I like you better as Kelli," he said laughing at his own attempt at humor. "Funny." "But, yes of course, be frank—but with a small 'f'—if it's all right," said James. "Ida says she's fucked you?" "She didn't lie, and her husband was okay with it. He didn't get to watch, but I hear he wanted to," said James. Kelli giggled. "She says your cocksmanship is very good," said Kelli. "Wanna fuck me?" He stood stock still. He gazed at her heaving breasts, her wide hips, and the hollowish indent in her skirt at the base of her tummy. She was dressed sexily but not whore-ishly in a tight black skirt and blouse with a matching choker. She also smelled fantastic. "Damn straight," he said. "Good, but I want your best efforts, okay. I am really in the mood for a good screwing," she said. "Average won't cut it." "Absolutely," he said. "But, what about your husband?" "He's a cuckold too, like Clarence. He knows you're going to do me," she said. "In fact, I want to introduce you. Please," she indicated that he follow her across the patio to a small copse where a few chairs were situated one of which was occupied by her husband; no one else was present for the moment. Kelli took James' hand and led him to her husband. "Hi Henry, everything okay?" she said sweetly. "Yes, I guess so," said Henry, looking up at the two of them as he sat there. He rose to do the mandatory handshake. "James," said James. "Henry." "James is going to fuck me, Henry. Is that okay with you?" Henry reddened. He was almost speechless, but not quite. "Uh—yes—I mean it's fine," he said. "Oh don't be so nervous, baby, it's just sex. You're my little cuckold hubby, and I love you. But I hear that James here has a really nice cock to share. I'd let you watch, but I want to get to know James a little better first, and you being there, well— "Are you okay, I mean is your cock cage too uncomfortable tonight," she teased. "Some of the ladies are awfully nice looking. I could understand it if your dick was trying to—well, you know." "Yes, I'm okay. I guess," he said. "Have a good time." His words were lame, but in his scrambled frame of mind it was the best he could do. "Thanks, baby. We won't be terribly long. Have a drink. Find Clarence and have a drink with him." She didn't wait for her husband to respond. She was already pulling James toward the little guest house at the back of Ida and Clarence's yard. They laughed as they left him. He imagined that they were laughing at him. Ida had arranged for Kelli and James to use the little house earlier in the day; the champagne was iced and there was even a plate of pate' in the fridge. Kelli would get fucked more than adequately by James' big cock and probably more than once and in more than one position, Ida knew. Ida was a little Jealous of her new soulmate. But oh well, she sighed, I'll just have to find someone else to lay me; she smiled at the delicious thought. But, first Ida had to take care of the little matter of her husband's rudeness. ****** "You're a real stinker, Clarence, and now you're going to pay. Please go to the den and do so now," said Ida. "But, Ida..." "Clarence, You have really hurt Roberta's feelings. So, shut up and get to the den before I really sock it to you. I mean it!" "I'm sorry. It was stupid. I'll go an apologize," he said. I'm just a stinking cuckold male, Ida, I'm sorry." "Yes, dear, all true, but you may not apologize right now. You will go to the den and wait there for your punishment." He nodded and slowly and reluctantly walked down the long hall to the stairs to the den below and to the corner that she'd expect him to be in as he waited for his date with the switch. Clarence was standing in the corner with his pants off waiting for his wife to come and administer his spanking. How could he have been so stupid to make a comment about Roberta's big hair! He'd be lucky if his wife didn't flay him alive. In fact it was no better than 50-50 that she wouldn't! He just wished it could be over and done with; he hated the waiting. His wish was granted; he heard her on the stairs. "Well, my little man, I see you're ready to get what you deserve." He said nothing. There was nothing to say, and for gawd's sake he didn't want to say the wrong thing; that would not be good! "Come over here," she said. She was holding the waist chain with its wrist cuffs and ankle shackles. Oh shit, he thought, he was really going to get it. Usually she just made him bend over. But, when she chained him up; it was always bad. Fuck! Why couldn't he just learn to shut the hell up! The irony was that he lusted after Roberta, and she knew it. It was that fact that had made him make that stupid joke: he was trying to get some attention from her. Well, he'd gotten it, and now he was in for it—big time. He stood in front of her while she first fastened the steel chain around his waist. Next his wrists were cuffed so that he could do nothing with his hands; they were fastened close and tightly to his waist. Finally the chain dangled around his ankles and she adjusted them so that his legs were held close together making it impossible for him to take steps longer than six inches at a time. "Turn around and bend over the back of the couch, Clarence," she said. "Wait," she said halting him from bending over. "I think I am going to tape you mouth shut first. Can't have the guests hearing your screams, can we," she said. "Please, Ida, please, do I really deserve a bad one," he begged. She raised an eyebrow. You most certainly do cuckie, and you are going to get one to remember, and that is an absolute fact. She signaled him to close his mouth so she could apply the duct tape to it. She effectively sealed off any chance he would have to cry out or scream. The cane, she was going to employ, would not make any significant noise as it tortured his buttocks; and the duct tape made any noise from him, apart from the odd guttural squeal, all but impossible. He was doomed. Voluntary Cuckold She retrieved her cane from the closet and strode back to him. She wasted no time in laying the first five lashes onto his exposed and naked butt. He jerked and spasmed furiously as she rained spank after spank on his helpless flesh. Soon Clarence was crying and issuing muffled screams from behind the duct tape. He sprang up after almost every spank now praying wordlessly to gawd for mercy and a stop to his punishment. It seemed like forever, but in reality his whipping consumed no more than six or eight minutes. But in that time he'd received at least fifty well aimed spanks on his ass. His flesh was aflame and bleeding in at least two places. Sitting would not be something he could contemplate for at least a day or two. He had danced like a crazy man even with his ankles shackled and his wrists bound tightly to his waist chain. She had laughed at his predicament and his desperate attempts to communicate with her in spite of the impossibility of it. "Take your medicine," she told him more than once; "for once be a man." As was her habit, Ida, having finished spanking him, left him bent over to meditate on the necessity of him taking his medicine and not complaining about it. Finally, letting him up and unchaining him, she sent him back to his corner for some quality time with his conscience and his guilt. Relieved of the silencing tape, he bawled loudly, hissing his pain through dribbling lips, trying to will the fire in his buttocks to abate. He couldn't rub his wounded backside; that was a rule; it would earn him an encore if he even got near to his ass with his hands. "All right, Clarence, you wait here. I am going to go get Roberta for you to apologize to her. When she comes in you are to get on your knees and beg her forgiveness; do not look her in the eye; she isn't going to want to see your little cuckie face; keep your eyes on her feet. Am I clear? "Once she has finished with whatever she is going to say, you are to kiss her feet and then go back to your corner for the rest of the evening." "Yes, ma'am," he sobbed trying to get hold of himself. She felt a twinge of sympathy for her forlorn cuckold husband, but not enough sympathy to grant him any mercy. He had to pay for his mistakes. She turned to go get her offended friend. ****** Henry paced back and forth at the perimeter of the fence. He glanced numerous times at the dim light emanating from the little guest house. Every once in a while, he could discern distorted images moving in the shadows of the single room. Never before in his life had he been more jealous nor more excited than he was at that moment. He needed to fuck his wife, but that avenue of release would never again be happening for him. The one night stand with Jessica was but a distant memory, though he was sure that he would be reminded of it more than once in future days. Was he pumping her yet? Was she teasing his cock as she had his on other days? Was he kissing her, his wife? Something about kissing was fascinating for him. It was almost better than intercourse, more personal if that were possible, sweet. He went to look for Clarence. "Hi, Ida. Is Clarence around? I haven't seen him in half an hour," said Henry. "He's not available, Henry. He's being punished for rudeness. I'm only telling you so that you can learn from his mistakes." "Punished?" "Yes, I've just gotten done spanking him, and very hard at that. He deserved it believe me. Now, Henry, you're my escort for the next little while," she said. The guests were dancing, and talking and drinking and generally living it up. All except for two cuckolds, each of each of whom had different but very difficult things to think about. Voluntary Cuckold; Part 5 by: Matt Moreau After they had left Henry, Kelli and James had strolled leisurely across the back lawn. The lawn covered almost a half an acre of manicured green; clearly the Marston's had money. Most of the party-goers were hanging around the patio. One or two couples were actually making it the bushes. But Kelli and James had the area near the guest house all to themselves, and James was smart enough not to be hurrying the proceedings any more than necessary. Henry had watched them as they traversed the 100 feet or so between the edge of the patio and the guest house steps. He had seen James' hand slip from her shoulder to her butt and linger there for the rest of their walk. He had seen him open the door and wait for her to enter before following her in. Before the door closed he saw him take her in his arms and kiss her gently on the lips; it was clear that she was responding. Henry had a moment of serious soul searching: had he done something seriously bad in insisting that Kelli cuckold him. Well, whatever was, was at this point; there was no going back. The door to the guest house closed behind the couple. After that it was only the shadows playing in the dim light of the little house that he could see; then there was not even that, nothing but vivid imaginings—his. Kelli molded herself to James' body. The big man wrapped his arms around her and kissed her softly; she felt safe and protected and deliciously vulnerable. It felt so good to her, as a matter of fact, that frightened her: she did not want to begin thinking of James as a replacement for her Henry. At the same time, she didn't want to give up the feeling she was feeling now; she was walking a very thin line between excitement and betrayal of her life's love; she'd have to be very conscious of her words and actions tonight, she thought, very conscious and very careful. There is something very alluring in a well dressed and still dressed female. A naked female's body held no mystery, it was what it was: often beautiful but it is not mysterious. Mystery to James was a big piece of whatever it was that turned him on. He unbuttoned her blouse slowly and sensuously, but he did not take it off. His hand slipped inside of it and explored the bra and its treasures with his right hand. Kelli loved it and shivered as his hand slipped inside of the bra and massaged her bare flesh; her nipples were steel. They kissed and thoughts of Henry suffering near the patio evaporated from her conscious mind completely. There were only two people in the world at that moment herself and the man unbuttoning her skirt and sliding the zipper slowly downward. Her skirt pooled at her feet. He pushed her diminutive form backward onto the bed. Kelli smiled broadly as he just stood there looking at her. The cleft in her underpants was clearly distinguishable. In a short time he would be pushing his dick inside of her in that very spot. "Like what you see, James," she said, her voice husky with lust. "Like, doesn't even begin to describe my feelings in the matter," he said, his voice soft and hypnotic. "You aren't pretty, Kelli; you're stunning. Henry is the luckiest guy here tonight without a doubt." She looked askance at him. "Yeah, I'm the one getting into your pants," he said, understanding her look. "But, Henry will be taking you home, as he will every night. That has to be the greatest feeling in the world." She just smiled at his appreciation of her. She thought about her Henry again. Yes, she thought, he was a lucky devil at that. The big man slowly stripped off his shirt and pants, pushed his underpants to the floor and stood naked, his cock massive and threatening above her. She reached out and felt it lightly tickling him. He got on the bed facing her and straddled her. She once again reached for his cock and played with it. He jerked spasmodically whenever she touched the glans. "I'm real sensitive there," he said, "always have been." He lay down beside her and fondled her breasts, kissing them, sucking on her nipples, and then kissing them some more. He slid down her body and his face hovered above her slit and just looked at it for what seemed like minutes before kissing the cleft between the folds of her labia. He licked her. His tongue pressed for entry into her secret place. Soon he was licking and sucking a stiffened clit. Little cries of excitement escaped from Kelli's lips. "My goodness, please enter me," she said. "I need to be fucked. I need it badly and I need it now. Please, for gawd's sake fuck me!" He smiled at her and pushed his knee between hers in order to do her bidding. She spread her legs wide and waited for him to violate her. She didn't have long to wait. She felt him push at her slit and then push harder; he popped into her. He pulled out a little and pushed again. He repeated the process one more time and then plunged his whole nine inches into her. "My gawd! I'm fucked!" He pumped slowly at first enjoying the sensation of being inside of this beautiful woman. She wrapped her legs around his massive back and locked him place while he continued to screw her. He increased his tempo. Soon he was ramming her with everything he had, and he had a lot. Kelli screamed and stuttered and dribbled saliva from her parted lips. She came in waves; her breathing raspy and intermittent. A minute later her man unloaded a very large dose of cum into her pulsing vagina. He collapsed on top of her. A minute or so later, he rolled off of her and lay quietly with his eyes closed. He really wanted this woman for himself. She wasn't good; she was the best. Some minutes later, James was rolling off the bed. "I have to pee. I'll be right back." He slipped into the tiny bathroom of the guest house and did his duty. Back in the room, Kelli lay curled up waiting for instructions from her man. James leaned over and kissed her. "Turn over and put your butt high in the air," he said. She obeyed him. She realized that he was hard again and ready to do her once more. "Spread your knees," he said. "I am going to take you from behind." Her female butt was high in the air, as her man had instructed. He knelt behind her, his knees between hers. She was completely vulnerable to him. Her second fucking was imminent. He pushed into her sopping wet pussy. This time, he took his time screwing her. Her small voice was rent with guttural sounds of primal pleasure. She neared another climax and shivered as it ran through her. He couldn't see her face, but had he been able to, he would have been real happy with the sight: Kelli Caulfield was satisfied. His last hurrah was punctuated with hammer blows to her backside and to her pussy. He had savagely fucked her for the second time. Afterwards they lay quietly getting their breath and their bearings. It had been exceptional for the both of them. "Nice," she said, "very nice." "For me too." Henry had indeed gotten himself a drink, actually four. He was not walking too straight, but he was thinking pretty clearly. Well, maybe not too clearly, but about Kelli for sure—and James. He began to cry. He wasn't loud about it, but the heaving of his chest would have been noticeable to anybody nearby. Fortunately no one was. Just at that moment he saw his wife and James emerge from the little house. He tried to settle down; it wasn't easy. About half way to the patio, James leaned over kissed her on the cheek and headed for the crowd near the barbecue and disappeared among them. Kelli came to James smiling. "How's my baby?" She stopped in her tracks, Henry—Henry—you've been crying!" "No-no, Kel, I've just got something in my eye," he said not at all convincingly. She looked at him lovingly. She knew what to do. She brought her hand to his cheek and caressed it. "Oh, how I love you," she said sincerely. "Calm down, okay." "No-no, I'm okay, really," he said. "I know you are my love," she said. He was feeling a tiny bit better, but only a tiny bit. "Henry, I know it's hard for you, but you are my cuckold now, my slave. You are still my husband too though, and I love you. But, you need to realize, that I will fuck James again, and maybe even be lovers with him for an extended time. And, maybe other men too. Do you understand, baby?" "For how long, Kel? For how long? I'm frightened," said Henry. Kelli could tell he was clearly hurting bad. She didn't want him hurting like that, but he had to learn his place, and his place was on his knees wishing he could have her, but knowing he never would again, not in the way he wanted. "Calm down, baby, please, I'm still with you, but tonight I was out with a real man, I mean sexually. Try and understand that. I know you're jealous, but that's just the way it has to be." "But—" "You want me to be happy don't you?" "Yes, but—" "My little cuckie," she said very sweetly. "We, you and I, are going to be fine. We have a lot of growing to do yet, but grow we will. Still, you have to remember your place. Can you try to do that?" He nodded. He felt foolish. It had been his idea. And, overall it was working out. Sober and thinking straight he would know that, but he also knew that there was going to be a lot of painful days for him. Pain was a cuckold's lot, and he was just beginning to understand just how hard such a lot could be; it was as Clarence said it would be. "I can do it," he said finally. "Thank you, baby, I know you can. Don't worry; you'll get your reward; just be patient. Okay?" "Why don't you go find Clarence; you've neglected him, and have a nice talk while I find Ida and see if she needs anything. Okay?" "I can't," said Henry. Kelli looked at him strangely. "Can't?" "Well, it's more like he can't, I mean Clarence," said Henry. "And why is that?" "Because his wife spanked him. I think she punished him for being rude to Roberta. He said something about her hair. He meant it as a joke. But—" "I see." "I guess Roberta didn't think it was funny, and she told her husband, who told Ida. I think Clarence is still in their bedroom. I don't think she is going to let him come out again tonight unless it's to apologize to Roberta maybe, but I'm not really sure," he said. "How do you know all of this," said Kelli. "I asked Ida where he was. I wanted to talk, like you suggested just now. I mean, you were with James, and, well, I needed someone to talk to who understood the way I was feeling. Anyhow, she told me she had spanked him and that he was in the bedroom. That's all she really said." "She told you she'd spanked him?" "Yes. I got the chills hearing her say that. Kelli, please don't spank me. I'm no good with pain," he said. She touched his cheek again. The contact was so soft, so feminine that it made his heart race. "Henry, I'm not mad at you. There will likely be times when I will have to spank you. If you get a spanking from me, it will be because you deserve it. Always remember, it is my duty to train you and cuckold you. Your duty is to obey me and love me. Can we do that?" "Yes, ma'am, I guess so," he said. "And, there is the little matter of you cheating on me. I do have to do something about that, Henry, I can't let it go, it's too big a thing. You understand that too, right?" Though seemingly as impossible at it sounded to him, he had actually forgotten about his sin. He remembered it now, and he was ashamed of himself. "Yes, ma'am." "Okay then, I won't leave you hanging for too long. I will punish you for the cheating incident soon and then it will be forgotten, I promise," she said. ****** For the next half hour, Henry followed his wife around like a puppy dog. He was introduced here and there, and she went easy on him, treating him almost like an equal: she was giving him a chance to settle down. Being the sheriff in a cuckold family was tougher than she'd originally thought it would be, but she was learning. It was about 9:30, still early. John Raulerson was announced to the guests. No one really knew him except the Caulfield's, but he didn't care; he was there for one reason and one reason only: Kelli Caulfield. "Call me JR," he said to Roberta Kennedy, as they made small talk by the patio bar. Ida approached Kelli and Henry, "He's here." Henry looked her askance. "Henry come with me, okay. Kelli has some business to take care of," said Ida. "Uh, yeah sure," he said, allowing himself to be led off once again by his hostess. Kelli smiled at her husband and joined Roberta and John Raulerson at the bar. "Hello, Mr. Raulerson," said Kelli. "I see you made it." "Not a chance I wouldn't," he said. She smiled at his implied compliment. "Thank you," she said. "I hear you're the one to thank for inviting me." "I am." Roberta, smiled perfunctorily and excused herself. She was glad for the chance. She'd known a dozen like this guy, and she had never liked any of them. What was to like; they and he were uncaring and selfish. Ida drew Henry into the house. "She's gonna fuck him, Henry and send the video of it to his wife. The asshole set you up, so he is going to get some of his own medicine. Kelli intends to make it very bitter medicine too, trust me. Anyway, of all of the men in the world that Kelli might be willing to spread her legs for; he the last one for you to be jealous of. Just thought I'd tell you." Henry nodded his appreciation and even managed a smile. He really would like to have been the one to get the bastard, but he didn't have the right equipment. ****** "Get it all?" said Kelli four hours later. She'd screwed the bastard though he'd been less than thrilled that he was getting sloppy seconds. But she was so pretty and so alluring that he had to have her anyway. As for Kelli's assessment, he had turned out to be barely average in terms of his cockmanship, but, at least he hadn't smelled bad. "Oh yeah," said Ida, "I already checked. His ass is in a sling for sure. The cheatin' asshole is going to be in a helluva lot of horse pucky when his wife gets hold of the goods we've got," she said. Kelli smiled her satisfaction. "Good. And he wasn't a good fuck either," she laughed. "He cares only for himself, and I have no problem sandbaggin' him like that. The bastard has it coming, and now he's going to get it. "Who get's copies?" said Ida. "His wife of course. A couple of newspapers, especially the Herald; they hate him. And, it wouldn't hurt to send a copy to KSTV. They probably won't show it, but they might extract a couple of stills and show those. Who knows? Anyway, that's for tomorrow." "Yeah," rejoiced Ida, "we still have some odds and ends to clean up tonight." "Speaking of ends, Henry says you spanked Clarence. I was wondering why I hadn't seen him." "Yes, it was while you were doing James. He insulted Roberta, Really hurt her feelings. It was one of those times when it couldn't wait. I took him into the den and gave him a good spanking. He danced like a wild man on PCP. I had to gag him. His screams would have wakened the deceased!" "I've not spanked Henry yet. Of course I know that I have to pull his pants down and give it to him for cheating on me, but that can wait a bit. I think he is still pretty sensitive to his place in my life right now, so I am going easy until I can train him a bit more." "You are absolutely correct in taking it slow," said Ida. "You do have to do him for his cheating on you though, as you say. Anyway, in the early days, I tried to rush things bit much. I was in a hurry to get some big fat cocks into this pussy, and well—it was too soon for me to be so rough with Clarence. He almost walked out in despair. He didn't though, and in time he learned his place. "Not to change the subject, but how is Henry coping with his cock cage?" "Gee, Ida, you know I just put it on him this afternoon. He's doing okay so far I can see. Give it a few days, and we'll see," she said. ****** The ride home was quiet and calm. Henry was tired, maybe more so than even Kelli, if possible. They undressed quickly and hit the bed in the nude. Though very sleepy, Kelli decided to reward her man for his patience. She slid down his body, unlocked his cock cage and slid it off of him. She took his cock teasingly into her mouth and gave him a slow and loving blow job. It took a few minutes, but soon he was jerking and fighting to hold off from cumming, but it wasn't happening; he exploded into her mouth and she took it all. Voluntary Cuckold "Feel good baby," she said. "Gawd, yes!" he said. "I really needed that." "I know you did," she said. Just as they had gotten to the point of falling off, the phone rang. Kelli picked it up. "Yes?..."James?...Yes it is late...I was just going to sleep...No that's all right...I forgive you...Saturday?" She looked over at her husband who was hearing only her side of the conversation, though it was clear what it was about. She smiled at him. "Yes, that would be fine...Fine...8:00 then...See you then." She hung up. "James is picking me up Saturday night, Henry. I guess he likes fucking me." "Yes, dear," he said. The both slept hard. Voluntary Cuckold; Part 6 by: Matt Moreau It was raining. But, it was a gentle rain, and no wind. Kelli and Henry loved the rain. They'd met in the rain. It had been pouring that day at state university. She'd been caught out with too little on and the weather gods were not forgiving of such arrogance in mid-November. That had been twenty-three years ago. Henry had waved her over to his car, and she'd jumped in. They barely knew each other, they'd had but one class together, but she was desperate to get into the dry. After that, one thing had led to another and three days after they both had graduated, in 1985, they were married. That seemed so long ago now. After years of the archetypal vanilla marriage, Henry had sprung this cuckold thing on her. Now, she was really into it with Henry more tenuously so but now trapped. Henry held an old-fashioned glass in his hand; in it were three fingers of hundred-proof Smirnoff. Mr. Smirnoff was his friend this evening. Tonight James was going to take his wife again, in their own bed probably. He had hoped it would be but a one night stand, just the party, but that had not proven to be the case. Henry was very afraid that James was going to be one of the possessive types: somebody who might become a threat to his marriage. Henry was concerned. "Henry? What are you doing?" said Kelli. He turned around startled by her sudden appearance. He almost dropped his glass. "Kelli, you look pretty," he said, "very pretty." "Thank you cuckie. I needed that." She'd called him cuckie lovingly, but in a way that left no doubt about his place. He was little more than an adorable pet now that her lover would be coming around. He had to get used to the idea, not an easy task. Kelli wore a strapless black sheath. Her tawny hair was all fluffed up cascading down to her shoulders. Her makeup, what little she wore, she'd never been much for a lot of makeup, was well done. As usual her scent was disturbing to the point of making it difficult for him to think of anything else but serving her. He did not know how James would react to it, but it most definitely would make it harder for him to think clearly either. "Come on," she said, "help me with this necklace. James will be here any minute, and I don't want him to have to wait for me." "There, that will do it," he said proud of himself for being able to help her with something else. He had bathed her, and set her clothes out. This little task, the necklace, was kind of the cherry on top. He loved being her slave. "You're a good little man, cuckie. I love you." She kissed him on the cheek and it seared his flesh and forced his cock, locked in its cage, to throb. Gawd, how he wanted to strip her and worship her. ****** The door bell rang. "Cuckie, would you get that please, and be polite. I know it's still hard for you, but be polite," said Kelli. "Yes, ma'am," said Henry. Henry went to the door. He opened it, and smiled, grudgingly, at the tall dark man with the bouquet of flowers. "Hi James," he said, "Kelli is waiting for you, come in, please." Henry took the flowers from him. "Thanks, Henry." The two men, the lover and the cuckold, went into the living room around the corner from the separated atrium. The Caulfield's home had been custom built for them some eight years earlier when James had gotten a significant bonus and raise for a series of very profitable commercial policy sales. There were four bedrooms three baths, a den and almost 3,500 square feet of living space attached to their three car garage. The back yard was a veritable forest: Kelli loved trees, so they had trees. Kelli came in from the kitchen with two drinks in her hand. Walked up to the two men, gave James a peck on his lips and handed him his drink. She smiled at him. "Scotch, no ice," she said. "Glad you could come tonight." He accepted the drink and stood back half a step. "You're absolutely gorgeous," he said. "Believe me it is my pleasure to be here." The two of them were ignoring her husband. "Henry? Don't you have something to do?" said Kelli. "Uh-oh, yes. I'll just leave you two alone. Have a good time," he said. He made his way out into the backyard where minutes before he had set his drink on the patio table to watch the sun go down. Their house was on the backside of a hillside and had an unobstructed view of the western horizon. The evening was cloudless, warm, and pleasant in every way: Henry had made the decision to enjoy his wife enjoying herself. He was a cuckold for damn sakes; he had to get into that reality and accept it and know his place as her slave. His cock continued to throb as it vainly battled to free itself from its imprisonment in its sheath: he was excited. Henry was glad that Kelli had excluded him from being in the room while they got things going between them. Going between them, he thought, just a euphemism for getting it on, making out, necking, doing it; he almost laughed outright at the craziness that he had put into motion just two weeks or so before. Live it up, he thought to himself, this was supposed to be fun. He lifted his glass and toasted the evening and the gods that gave him such a wonderful wife and such a wonderful life. The good news was that they were his, not James'. "How was your day?" said Kelli smiling at her man. "Anxious," he said. "Anxious waiting for the clock to go 'round so I could come to see you." She raised her eyebrows and looked sidelong at him. "Really? Anxious to see me?" She was playing him now, and he loved it. He feigned a "don't be silly" look, "Obviously." She laughed uproariously. Out on the patio, Henry heard the sudden burst of laughter and felt good. He was getting into his role more and more as time passed. Yes, things were good. Was he trying to convince himself? James and Kelli talked and kissed and finally, running out of pleasantries, James hand resting on her dress clad knee, began to insinuate itself under the hem and up the smooth softness of her female thigh. He leaned forward to kiss her more intimately than he had until that moment. His tongue probed her lips and she responded. James wanted to go slow. He had determined that he was going to take all night with his girl and make it work for her as well as for him. He definitely knew how to play the game, and Kelli knew he knew. He felt her warmness where her legs came together at her pussy. He withdrew his hand and felt her breasts through the material of her dress and she shivered. Kelli had very sensitive nipples and they were hard and pointed and ready. Suddenly his hands were all over her. He roughly slid his hands, both of them, back under her dress and pulled her panties downward. She raised up a little to allow him better access. She was surrendering to her lover and accepting of his leadership as he prepared to do her. He held her panties up as though they were a sports trophy. He sniffed them and she laughed at his silliness. "My smell turn you on, big boy," she said snickering at the look on his face. "Oh yes," he said, James was still completely dressed, but not for long. Stuffing her black thong into his coat pocket, he began to undress. She smiled at him stealing yet another pair of her panties. "Another trophy?" He said nothing as he continued to undress. He laid his sports coat over the back of the chair and began unbuttoning his shirt. He was muscular, but not overly so. James looked his thirty-four years. His face already had the craggy look of a strong man entering middle age. He was confident of himself and his of sexual attraction and prowess with regard to women and thanked his version of his fundamentalist god for his good fortune in such matters. He was especially grateful for his staying power, an attribute that far too many men lacked, he knew. His pants pooled next, then his underpants. His cock stuck straight out from him and swayed with his movements the full nine inches of it. Kelli was sure that there could not be too many men with cocks as big as James'. His ball-sac was taught and full too. She would soon be receiving its contents, and she ached to do just that. Kelli was all female and adored a man with a large cock who could make her cry out for mercy. James had done that the last time he had had her, and she was sure he would do it again. He raised her up, and they stood face to face. He reached behind her hooking her dress and sliding her zipper earthward. Her dress fell from her; she wore no bra; she was naked and vulnerable before him. For a moment he didn't touch her. In fact he stepped back from her. He gazed as one mesmerized by the sight of something beyond nature. Her smallish titties with their prominent nipples, her bare pussy and the half hidden slit that promised oh so much. It was no wonder she was able to keep her husband so enthralled even as another man took her. Her husband! He had to be mad to suggest she take lovers. He was risking so much, too damn much. And, truth told, James would like to have been the one to have her betray him, leave him, and become his. But, that would not be something that he would bring up tonight, and maybe not ever. He had other priorities this night. Some of them might test her willingness to entertain him, but that would be after he fucked her first. "Whatcha thinkin'," she said, interrupting his reverie. She stood there naked, hands at her side, a statue, the object of male worship: vulnerable, yet controlling, mistress yet powerless. Kelli was female woman: the cause célèbre of all things human and wonderful, and she knew it. She was forty-one years old, and though she never would have believed in earlier times that she could or would say it, she was glad to be middle aged; the very young had no clue. "What I'm thinking is that I am the most privileged fella in this town tonight," he said. He stepped to her, took her hand gently, and led her to the couch. "Kneel up on the couch," he said. I am going to take you from behind." She turned and knelt as he said. She spread her knees wide enough for him to gain access to her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and so she was surprised when she felt his tongue lapping at her anus and her pussy lips. She sighed. His strong hand gripped her ankles and kept her wide open for his ministrations. He spit on his hands, laved his cock, stood, and gripped her hips almost too tightly. He pushed at her vulnerable pussy with his cock and the head gained but a semblance of entry. He pulled out and had another go at her. This time he gained a lodgment. Pushing and pulling, he was soon screwing her. At first he was slow and methodical and she relished the feeling of him inside of her abrading the walls of her vagina. After some minutes of slow but sure fucking, he began to speed up. She shuddered to a climax. He kept at her and she came again. She had never come twice in one screwing with Henry. She thought about her husband and his subpar dick now. What was he doing? Thoughts of Henry dissipated as she felt her lover stiffen and unload a sea of semen inside of her. Gawd! how wonderful a fuck he was, she thought. She was so glad that Henry had decided to become her cuckold. Life was good. He helped her from her kneeling position; cum was beginning to ooze from her vulva and drip down her leg. "Bring him in," he said, "he needs to clean you." She looked askance at him. "Really?" "Sure. Let him participate," he said. "He adores you. He'll do it. Is he still wearing his cock cage?" "Well, yes," she said. "Why don't you let him out of it tonight," He said. "Is something going on here?" Kelli said, becoming suspicious of his manner and tone. "Maybe," He said. "Maybe?" "Well, yes actually. Kelli, I'm bi." "Huh?" she said. "Bi—what?" "Bisexual," he said. "I like to stick it up male butts as well as female pussies. I hope I haven't shocked you." She just stood there—shocked. "Uh—I'm surprised," she said, understating the reality. "Wait, are you thinking of fucking my husband too!" "Well, only with your consent. He's your cuckold, your slave. I think it would add spice to our games," he said. "What do you think?" "I think I need a drink," she said. He smiled. "Me too." Inwardly, he was smiling like a possum. She hadn't told him to fuck off. They sat at the table in the kitchen only partially sated and now with something that was anything but mundane to talk about. Kelli had gotten a kitchen towel to sit on since she was leaking like a sieve. "James, I don't know. Your idea is intriguing. I think I would really get off seeing Henry bent over getting it, but I don't want to hurt him. And I mean not only physically, but emotionally either," She said. "You won't be hurting him, believe me. He's been in that cock cage how long?" "All week," she said. "Them he has to be one horny little cuckold. He will be so grateful for the chance to cum and be part of the evening," he said. Kelli wasn't sure she approved of Henry being described as a horny little cuckold, even by James; but she let it pass. "Well, nothing ventured nothing gained, I guess, she said. "I'll go get him. But let me suggest what we are planning for him. I know him best, and I can get a feel for how receptive he is to being fucked up his butt. "Gawd! wouldn't that be something to see," she said, picturing the possibilities. She went into the next room and to the sliding glass door and stared at her husband sitting at the round table on the patio with his drink in hand; his back was to her. "Henry, come here please," she said. He started. Turning he saw her naked form and spilled his drink all over the front of himself. Geezsus, he thought, she was so sexy and so beautiful and so in charge of him! "Yes, ma'am," he managed. When he got inside of the dimly lighted room, she gave him a peck on the cheek. "Good boy," she said. "Come inside with me, Henry." He followed her into the living room. The signs were clear; she'd been fucked here. He sighted the naked James. James just gave him a welcoming grin. "Henry, I want you to get down on your knees in front of me," she said. He did so. "Use your tongue baby. Do a good job." Her meaning was clear. She wanted him to clean her lover's cum from her vagina while he, the lover, watched him do it. To his credit he didn't hesitate and Kelli made a mental note to reward him later for his good behavior. He began slowly, tasting her vaginal juices mixed with the male semen. It wasn't too bad, kinda sweet and sour; he always had liked Chinese food. He worked some minutes before he felt her begin to shudder. She was going to have an orgasm! She squirted her froth all over his face, and he loved it! "Good job cuckie; good fucking job!" said Kelli. She was breathing hard, but she was so satisfied with the results of her lover's good idea, at least in part. Henry might have a subpar cock, but he was nonpareil when it came to using his tongue and mouth. She pushed him back. "Strip," she commanded him. He obeyed her instantly and was naked in under fifteen seconds. This was looking good, he thought. Her next words brought him up short. "Cuckie, James if going to fuck you. I want you to be good and put on a good show for me. Just think like a girl, you can do it," she said. "Wh...?" "Come over to the couch, cuckie, and kneel up on it," she said, leading him by the hand to where only a little while before she had knelt and surrendered to her lover. James had come prepared. He went to his coat and pulled out a lubricated condom. Henry watched in horror as he opened it. "Honey?" he begged, looking at his wife. But there was no mercy in her eyes only encouragement. He was going to be screwed just like she had been; well, not exactly as she had been. He was going to get it up the butt! Kelli came to James and stopped him before he was able to put the condom on his now very stiff cock. "Wait, "she said, "I will do that for you." Voluntary Cuckold; Part 7 by: Matt Moreau "Hold on for just a second," said Kelli. She went to her purse and pulled out a small key. She took it to Henry and got on her knees and unlocked his cock cage. "There," she said. "That better?" "Oh my yes," said Henry. She smiled at her husband. She left him and went back to her lover. Kelli took her time slipping the condom on her man. She glanced back at her cuckold husband and smiled. "Oh, this is going to be fun, cuckie, watching you get it from my lover. Be a big girl now and take your screwing nicely. Okay?" Henry just stared and the massive cock that would soon stretch his anus to the bursting point. He was struggling mightily with his fears. James came to his rescue, sort of. "Don't worry, cuckie, it will hurt just a little bit in the beginning and then it gets pleasurable, trust me." For some reason, Henry did trust him. He was sure hoping he wasn't wrong in doing so. Henry was still standing there, where Kelli had left him, waiting for instructions; he got them. "Turn around, cuckie, and kneel up on the couch like before," said Kelli. "It's time." He did as she commanded. Disobeying her was not even considered. If she wanted her lover to fuck him in the ass, then he would stick his butt out nice and far and spread his cheeks to receive him. He did so now. "Good, girl," said Kelli laughing softly at her husband's predicament and willingness to please her. She was using the female nouns and pronouns because her husband was doing female things; it was all a matter of perspective, she would say later. She went behind the couch and knelt down close to her husband's face. She had two motives. One, she wanted to see his face when her lover entered him. Two, she wanted to encourage him to take his screwing nicely and without complaint. A woman's, a girl's, place was to surrender to her male conqueror and to do it without undue whining. Afterwards of course it was the woman's place to be in charge. That was the nature of things as Kelli was beginning to understand. James took up his station behind his quarry and got a grip on his hips as he pushed to gain entry into the virgin anus of his female lover's husband. He started slow. James was nothing if he wasn't a considerate lover. He was in! Henry squealed, but not loudly. It hurt, stung really, but not too bad. James had told him rightly. Henry felt like he was filled up. He wondered if he felt like a girl felt her first time. Gawd! he was deep inside. James began to oh so slowly fuck him. Kelli held her husband's face in her hands. "That's it baby, just relax. He's screwing you nice and easy. Do you like it?" She was smiling encouragement to him. She did not want this to be a big turnoff for him. He had to like it or the spell might be broken, that musn't happen, She thought. "It's okay," he uttered. "But, I'm stretched pretty good." "He does have a big dick doesn't he, baby. We girls just love a man with a big cock. Too bad yours isn't big and thick too, baby. But, you have other things, other talents to be proud of, believe me. I love you cuckie. You are being so good tonight. I am going to have to reward you soon." Voluntary Cuckold Something strange was happening. Henry felt himself building to a climax. Suddenly he sprayed his semen all over the back of the couch. "Good girl, cuckie," said Kelli, "you came." Just as she said that, he felt the man doing him stiffen and ram his cock into him again and again draining himself of his own semen. Kelli gave her husband a hug and James shrank and withdrew from the stricken cuckold's butt. Henry sagged to the floor breathing hard and for the first time feeling what it was like to have cum dripping from his hind quarters. He allowed that he didn't feel like a girl, but he sure felt fucked. ****** The next morning the phone rang, at 6:00AM. "Yes...Oh, Ida, what's up," said Kelli." "Oh yeah...Jack?...Sure, where?...Okay, I'll meet you there in an hour." Kelli hung up. Henry had rolled over and was looking at her. "Ida?" "Yes, I am going to meet with her in an hour. Baby, get the housework done, first thing. I'll be back before too long, and I will be inspecting your work. Got it?" "Yes, ma'am," he said. Her cuck had been gaining in skill and ability in terms of taking over household duties and responsibilities. That had been one his wife's hopes. Now, as a full fledged cuckold wimp, her hope had been realized. Having a slave husband to do for one was very nice. An hour later, Kelli pulled into the parking lot of the Crossroads. Ida was already there. "Hi, what's up," said Kelli. "Roberta is getting a lot of flak from her husband," said Ida. "Oh? What kind of flak?" said Kelli. "Well, she has told him his late nights at the office are over with, and he doesn't like it, being told that is. She thinks he is playing around. No hard evidence, but she is pretty sure." "Well, we could sandbag the guy and find out," said Kelli. "Kind of like we have with the asshole." "Yeah, I can't wait for that one to come to fruition," said Ida. "But, how are we going to work this one. I do want to help Robbie if we can." "Put in a camera? I don't know. Let's think about it. We could put somebody, a PI maybe, on his tail. If he's dirty he won't be able to hide it. But, even if we do nail him, what is Roberta wanting to do about it? Do you know?" "She says she wants to cuckold the bastard. Wouldn't that be a kick? Cuckold him? I wonder where she got that idea from?" said Kelli smirking her smirkiest. "Yeah, well maybe I mentioned the benefits of having a cuckold slave. Anyway, she knew what it was, cuckolding that is. It seems she and Jack have played games before. She always was a hot babe," said Ida. "Yeah ditto that," said Kelli. "So whaddya think?" "I think a PI. That would be evidence that we could extort his good behavior with. We'll have him in a cock cage in short order once we get the goods. I don't think he will be wanting to have his social and fiscal worlds collapsing around him," she said. "Let's do it," squealed Kelli. In less than an hour the wheels of righteousness were in motion. If Jack were cheating, he was doomed. The PI was called, Ida had already researched him, and he would be on the job that very night. The dynamic duo planned to meet the following morning, Monday. ****** Kelli was on the phone with a client. When Ida came in, she waved at her indicating that she wanted to talk. Five minutes later, Kelli was in the boss' office. "We've got the PI on Jack's tail, a guy named Ed Miller; it'll be a few days before we hear anything probably. But now it's time to lower the boom on ex-lax," said Kelli. "By ex-lax we mean John Raulerson, if I do not miss my guess," said Ida. "The one and only. I call him that because he makes me wanna shit—on him." "Hmm, yes, thank you for sharing the image," said Ida. "But, what are we going to do. I mean now? Today?" "Send the stuff. I have the pics ready to go in a manila envelope. April should have them in the morning if we get them out now," said Kelli. "Okay, let's do it," said Ida. And just like that John Raulerson's freewheeling lifestyle was about to come to an abrupt end. ****** April Raulerson was a nice looking rather than outright pretty. She was intelligent, and at thirty years old, married to a man a generation older. Not exactly a trophy wife, but again, nice looking regardless. John Raulerson had literally promoted her out of the mailroom and into his twenty-first floor office. From there she had been privileged to date him—in his mind—and within a year's time she found herself married to the man. Well, she told herself, she could have died in the mailroom. But, the one thing no woman is willing tolerate was a cheating scumbag of a husband. So, it was with a sick heart and a churning stomach that she gazed at the photos from the manila envelope. She had gotten a call from Kelli Caulfield for a meeting almost as soon as she had opened the envelope. Kelli admitted to being the one to have sent the photos. They had met. She had heard Kelli's reasons for sending the photos and the plan to make things right for April. They were in agreement—oh were they ever! She waited for him to arrive. In front of her was a shot glass filled with strait vodka: her fourth. She heard the car pull in. One minute later the big man threw down his briefcase, and sagged into his easy chair in the living room. She called for him to come into the kitchen. Reluctantly, he came. He sagged into the new chair. "What?" he said plaintively. "Oh, is baby tired," said April with as much sarcasm as she could muster. "What's the matter with you?" he said. She pushed the manila envelope over to him. She did it slowly and deliberately. He looked at her then picked up the envelope and looked inside. "Geezsus!," he yelled. "That cunt!" "Cunt? Maybe she is, but what does that make you? Oh I know," she said, in a voice dripping with venom. "A rooster's a cock and a fish is a sucker—hello roosterfish!" "You bitch." "Bitch! I've got you by the proverbial huevos senor roosterfish; you'd best listen to the new reality: your new reality. "I talked with Kelli today. We're in agreement," said April. "Agreement? What agreement?" "To fuck you over for your philandering ways," said his wife. "That is unless you are willing to take your punishment and do as you're told." "Do as I'm told. Do you have any idea who I am?" "I know who you were before you left this house this morning. But, trust me that guy and you are two totally different entities. "Now, when you're ready to knuckle under, let me know. I've got a cocktail party to go to," said April. "Go! Get the hell out! And don't come back," he said. April smirked as she left. She'd be back, and he would be brought to heel or else. ****** "Mrs. Raulerson, this is Michael Dudley, my very fine attorney," said Ida. "And, of course you've met Kelli." "Yes, hi Kelli," said April. "Good to see you again, I think" she said. Everyone smiled. "Well, sir, do we have a case?" "Yes, we do. I'll take this on the come because you are Ida's friend. It's a no brainer. His lawyer, if he decides to argue with us, will bring him to a better sense of what's real. You've got too many witnesses, too many photos and recordings," said the attorney. "He's very dead meat." As they were talking, April's cell phone rang. She stepped out into the hall to take the call. A moment later, she returned. "He wants to talk?" she said. "He sounded like he was sorry." Everyone looked at each the other. "You gonna talk to him? You want us to go with you?" said Ida. "Would you? I'm kinda afraid of him," she said. "Ladies, listen please, if you do go with April to talk to Mr. Raulerson, please be advised that you should say nothing to him. You can be there, but not one word passes your lips. You only observe. Is that clear? You could sour things if you try and get clever." "Yes, Michael, we will do as you say. We're gonna be observers only," said Ida. ****** The meet was for 4:00. The women arrived at the house at about a quarter till. April noticed a strange car in the drive. "That's Jerry's car," said April. "He your husband's lawyer," guessed Kelli. "No, he's my husband's sphincter," said April. "A true asshole. That's one guy I would just love to bring to heel. His wife is a quiet little girl named Jenna, I know the asshole cheats on her. I've seen him making plays on waitresses and such at company parties. He doesn't even try to hide it." The girls walked into the house. "Jerry was trying to convince his boss that he should make the changes he was suggesting, but John Raulerson was too preoccupied to listen to his discontented employee. The two men turned to see the women marching in. "What th..." said Jerry at the interruption. "Forget it, Jerry," said John. "You'll have to excuse us. I'll get back to you on this, but I can tell you now that I do not go back on deals, even if I can, once I have given my word. It's a matter of integrity." Jerry scowled as he turned to leave. He didn't like being dismissed especially when a bunch of ditsy women were the cause. "Mrs. Raulerson," he said, inclining his head to her, as he slipped out the door without being shown out. "Integrity? Is that what you call what you do, John," said April. "Sit down, ladies," she said with a confidence she did not feel. "I thought we were going to talk," said John. "We are. These ladies are only here to listen. They're my friends. Of course you know them, don't you, John." "Yes, yes I do," he said. "You sandbagged me, Kelli. Gotta hand it to you; you fooled me." He sounded lost, forlorn, something. "I guess it doesn't matter now. Whaddya want, April? I don't want to go through some nasty-ass divorce, so whaddya want?" "Let me ask you, John, what would you prefer?" "Hah! to forget about this mess and start over," he said, knowing he was asking for the moon. "You want to stay married then?" said April. "Yes, if we can," he said. "We can, but on a whole new footing," she said. "I will be the boss in everything except your business dealings. That's it plain and simple," she said. "Take it or leave it." "Wait a minute. You mean you want to run our private lives? Is that it? That's all?" "Yes, and that includes our sex lives. You're going to be my obedient little fellow from now on. If you can live with that; then, maybe we can make a go of this marriage. Make up your mind?" He looked at her, and Kellie could see a tear forming in the corner of his eye. This was a side of the macho asshole that she had not suspected. Maybe he wasn't an asshole after all. "April, you know why I married you?" he said. "I thought I did," she said, "but now I'm not so sure." "Because I saw in you strength. I spend my days with men like Jerry." He motioned in the direction that the other man had left. "I married you because I figured that when I came home after work each day that I would have a wife who would take the load off of me. You know, make me feel better about the world, about myself. But, you turned out to be the same as everybody else, dependent on me, wanting me to take care of the pressures of the home, our private lives, too. So if you want to take care of those things and me, I'm your guy," he said. There was no doubt in the minds of the women at that table that he was sincere. "You have cheated on me for years, John. I know it now..." "Yes," he said, "I have, but I will make it up to you, if you'll let me," he said. "Are you willing to be punished for what you've done to me and to us. You deserve to be punished, John; and I have a need to punish you." "Whatever you want, April. I will do what I can to make things right." "I'm going to take lovers, John, cuckold you. That is going to be part, but only part, of your punishment. The good news is that I do love you, and I will take care of you as you have never been cared for, not even by your mother," she said. He was crying; everyone at the table noticed. April got up and put her arms around him and kissed him. "It's okay, dear. I will never do anything behind your back. Any lover I take will be known to you, and you may even be asked to join in, on occasion, if I feel it's a good idea," she said. "Anything you want," he said. He put his head down on the table and cried unabashedly. Kelli looked at Ida and the two nodded. It all seemed to have worked out. They'd have to see it all in action, but they knew the ropes, at least Ida did, and that was easily done. ****** Voluntary Cuckold; Part 8 by: Matt Moreau But two weeks before, Ida had had no one with which to share her lifestyle. Now, she had Kelli, April, and soon Roberta; or rather, what were their names? Oh yes: Athos, Porthos, Aramis, and Dartagnan. Things were looking up. "Kelli, I have an idea I'd like to run by you," said Ida. "And, that might be?" said Kelli. "Well, you may remember the first time we talked about our cucks?" "Yes." "That was how long ago, now? Maybe three months?" said Ida. "Yes, I guess so," said Kelli. "And during that time how many more have been added to our little community?" said Ida. "Well..." "Well, Roberta and April," said Ida, interrupting her friend. "Yes, now we are a gang of four," said Kelli laughing at her friend's math. "Yes, and that is exactly four times as many as I had during these eleven previous years past," said Ida, not laughing. "Ida, what's your point?" said Kelli. "I want to start a club. I want to see it grow. I want to see our ladies lifestyle grow. And above all, I want to see our husbands, all husbands, learn their place and switch roles with their previously unappreciated and often neglected wives. There, that's what I wanted to talk to you about," said Ida. "Wow. Okay, what kind of club?" said Kelli. "You know, a club where we can cuckold our little fellows and get screwed blue whenever we want to," she said. "Wow. But, something like that..." "Yes, it would cost money to get started. Well, 'tra la,' I've got money, Clarence and I do—big money. Now, we can spend it buying cars or clothes or vacations or jewelry none of which come even close to being as exciting as coming home to tell our cucks about the fun we just had getting banged by some stranger! And, none of which comes as close to being as satisfying for our cucks as hearing us tell them how we just got fucked out of our minds by some stranger. "So, do I have your interest yet," said Ida. "Damn, Ida. Yes you do. But how? I mean, yes, you're a business woman, and so am I and so is Clarence, but a cuck club or cuck house or whatever. I don't think it's ever been done before. I sure never heard of one," she said. "Well, we still have to work out the details. But among the eight of us, the wives and husbands, we have a lot of talent and money. We'll figure it out. Have a meeting of all parties. Get the cucks to do the heavy lifting. "John will go for it. I hear he's been doing his level best to make it up to April; do anything she says almost," said Kelli. "He's a top businessman and a negotiator, and he's rich too. I'm guessing the business part will be a piece of cake," said Ida. "We can have the meeting tomorrow, if we can get hold of everyone," continued Ida. "Uh—tomorrow?" "Problem?" "Kinda. I have been putting it off and putting it off and I told Henry that tomorrow was the day and to prepare," said Kelli. "For?" "His whipping," said Kelli. "I am going to punish him for his cheatin' ways of a couple of months ago." "Oh, I see. Well, I understand. We'll just have the meeting on Saturday or next week. By then Henry will probably be able to sit, and we can do what we need to," said Ida looking sidelong at her friend. "You gonna make him dance?" said Ida. "I'm sure he will want to," said Kelli. "I intend to really lay into him. He deserves it and he is going to get it, no question." ****** The next day, Henry was up early. He was making sure that everything she had given him to do was done. He was giving her no reason to add to the punishment that he knew she was going to administer later in the day. It was more of a nervous tick than anything else, but he kept rubbing his butt. It was almost as if he were trying to calm it, his butt, in anticipation of the pain it was going to have to endure. And the phrase "have to" was exactly right; There was no escaping this one; Henry and his ass were doomed. It was noon and he had just come in from the garage. She looked pretty. She was standing on the far side of the room. She was wearing a simple sundress, yellow. Her hair was in a ponytail, which even at her age forty-one made her look like a teenager. She gave him a sympathetic smile. He didn't smile back. In Kelli's right hand dangling floorward was a doubled up belt. In her left were some lengths of rope. "It's time," she said. "Please do not say anything. There is nothing that I want to hear. I am going to spank you, and spank you very hard. You will learn your lesson." He nodded and just stood waiting for her to speak. There was a low-backed chair in the middle of the room. It was sturdy and large and made entirely of wood. He knew what it was for. He looked down, ashamed and afraid. "Take your pants off, and your underwear too." He was slow, but he obeyed her. She didn't rush him; the longer he took the greater the tension for him and she wanted him to be tense; it was all part of it. She went to the chair and crooked her finger at him indicating that he should come there too. He did. "Put your hands behind you back." Again he obeyed. Setting the strap down on the chair's seat, she bound his wrists very tightly behind his back. She bound his legs just above his knees next. She urged him toward the chair. She picked up the strap and helped him mount the chair on his knees, his ass rearward. Finally, she bound his ankles, also very tightly. She stood back and evaluated her handiwork. "Henry, this is punishment that I do not enjoy administering. That's because it is no little thing you are being punished for. You are going to get fifty of my absolute best, and it's going to hurt and sting like the very devil. If you try to get off of the chair, or otherwise try to interfere with your spanking, I am going to make it seventy-five. Nod if you understand me." He nodded and he shivered. She was thoughtful for a minute; then, she remembered something that Ida had mentioned about punishing her Clarence. She disappeared for a few minutes leaving the beleaguered husband to wonder what she was doing. He was bound too tightly to do anything but wait, so he waited. Returning she held a roll of duct tape in her hand. She wound a long strip of it two or three times around his head sealing off any hope of a scream other than some nasal sniffling. She wasted no time. Picking up her strap once more, she moved behind him and to his left. His buttocks and upper thighs were exposed and twitching as she paused. She raised her arm high and brought the strap down cruelly on his flesh. He jerked and spasmed horribly, but he maintained himself on the chair. Just as he settled back he was assaulted with five more strokes in rapid succession; then she paused. For his part, he was already crying. "It stings real bad, Henry; I'm sure of that, and we have a long way to go. Now, I expect you to take your medicine like a good little cuckold. She rained a hellish barrage on his bottom in sets of four or five over the next half hour. He'd been counting, and perhaps surprisingly, accurately. Then, with the last stripe, he fell from the chair and curled up in a fetal position. He was trying to gasp for a big breath of air, and Kelli removed the duct tape. He took a deep breath now even though he was sobbing like a baby. She left him tied for a moment and went in to the kitchen. She got herself a large drink of water; whipping him had been hard work. She filled the glass once more and took it in to him. Voluntary Cuckold "Drink this." He struggled to a kneeling position, there would be no sitting for a while, and she held the glass while he took a long swallow. "Good," she said. "Thank you," he said. She looked at him kindly. "You're welcome, Henry." "Honey, I will never betray your trust again—drunk or sober," he said. "I know. But, I had to punish you. You know that." "Yes, and I am grateful for the chance to make amends for my deeds," he said. "Most wives would have just kicked my stinking ass out." She smiled at the image his words conjured in her head. She untied his wrists. With his hands free, he was able to take care of the rest of his bonds himself. He was free in less than a minute. "I won't be sitting for a while," he said between sobs. "Geezsus it hurts!" "I will apply some cold cream in a few minutes, that should ease the burn," she said "You've suffered enough. The slate's clean, Henry, but I don't have to tell you that we're quits if you ever do it again regardless of the reason." "No ma'am. I understand." ****** "You've heard?" said Ida to the assembled cuckoldresses. "Let me tell," said Roberta smiling broadly. "Go for it, girl," said Ida. "Jack was cheating. The PI you guys got for me has him cold. He cried when I showed him copies of some of the evidence. And get this, he begged me not to dump him. Says he couldn't help himself. The irony is I believe him. The upshot is that he is now my complete pussywhipped little fellow, and he will soon be my complete pussywhipped little cuckold. Just like your husbands," she said, indicating the group of ladies with a sweep of her hand. "Look at him over there." She nodded toward the bar. The four husbands, cuckolds all, were drinking and talking. The women could see JR making a point with Jack. April wondered what it could have been about, but she would find out later if she remembered to ask, and if she still cared. I haven't told Jack all of the rules yet, and he is going to be on his knees begging me to lighten up, which of course he has but scant chance of getting me to do." She laughed out loud at the mental image that came to her as she spoke. "Sound like you have made a good beginning, Robbie," said Kelli. "I think so. "I wonder what JR is telling him," continued Roberta. "Jack just keeps nodding. You think JR might be giving him the lowdown on what his life is likely to be like in the future now that his ass is mine?" "Maybe," said April. "I'm kinda wondering too. I'll ask my little fellow about it later and fill you in next week when we meet." She glanced over at Ida. "We are meeting next week, right?" "Right, like I said, we have a lot to talk about. I have a really big idea that I want to run by you guys, all of you," said Ida. Kelli was just nodding; she was already in the know. ****** The boys at the bar did not notice their wives watching them. It wouldn't have made much difference in any event. They were all cuckolds, except one; and he soon would be too. None of them had anything to say about anything regardless. Henry who was standing, and had been since they arrived, motioned to the bartendress for a refill: his third. Jack looked over to him for verification of what he'd just been told by JR. "Yes," said Henry, "He's giving it to you straight." "And all three of you have them on now!" said Jack. "Yes," said Clarence, "but these guys are just beginners. I've had mine on for years. It ain't fun on one level, but it's a turn-on on another. It's hard to explain. It has to do with surrendering your macho-ness to your wife's will and becoming her cuckold, really her slave." "Christ! I can't do that," he said. "I just can't. it's too humiliating to even think about," he said. "It is that," said JR. "But, you will do it, and you will beg her on your knees for any little favor you can possibly want. The bad news is you won't get it. I'm pretty new to all of this, but I have already learned that much." At that moment April caught her husband's eye. She crooked a finger in his direction. JR pointed to himself as if to ask "me?" She nodded. "Be right back gentlemen; my mistress calls." The rest of the cuckolds watched as JR made his way through the crowd of partying couples there for ladies night. They all watched as April pointed to who had to be Jack. Henry wondered what the women had cooked up, but at that point he figured it was 6-to-5 and pick 'em that Jack wasn't going to like it much. They cucks could tell that JR was knitting his brows. They saw him mouth the word, "okay." Then he rejoined them. "Well, Jack," JR said. "It seems that your beautiful wife has something special in mind for you tonight." "Which is?" Jack said, saying the words slowly. "She said I couldn't tell you, but that you'd better not embarrass her or you'd—well, just don't embarrass her," he said. Jack swallowed hard. "You better get over there. She wants you right now," said JR. Jack chugged his bourbon and soda and marched over to where Roberta and the rest were sitting. He tried to move with as much dignity as possible and some of the girls had to cover their mouths to keep from laughing outright at him. "Yeah, honey, whatcha need?" said Jack. "Jack you love me don't you?" said Roberta. He didn't like the tone of the question, but it could have only one acceptable answer, "Of course." "Do anything I say, anything for me, right? Isn't that what you agreed to last night?" said Roberta. "Yes. Sure." He said. "Well good. I am going to have to do something to you now that is going to be a bit embarrassing, but it won't take long, and then you will be a sweet baby again, okay?" "Do? Do what?" he said. Kelli watched him. He was terrified. "It isn't going to be painful," said Kelli. "It is necessary though," she said. "What!" "You need to follow me out to the parking lot, Jack. You need to come without any more questions and without any more jacking me around. Am I clear?" said Roberta. "You cheated on me, and apparently many times, and I am still trying to get a hold on that reality. So, I am going to say it one more time: get out to the parking lot, and leave your misgivings, hopes, and wishes here. Got it!" "Yes, ma'am," he said. He was biting his tongue, but he was screwed, blued, and tattoo'd; he had no way out, and he knew it. All of the wives with Jack in tow, rose and turned to go outside. Ida signaled Clarence to the table; he came and she assigned him the job of watching their things while they took Jack outside for whatever they had in mind. It might be noted here, that neither Clarence nor any of the other cucks were interested in exactly what Jack was about to get; they wanted no part of it. They walked him out to the back of the lot and surrounded him behind Ida's Lincoln. Roberta came up to him and grabbed his penis through his trousers. "What the..." "Zip it big boy. You are not to talk, just follow instructions. Clear?" Said Roberta. "Just nod." He nodded. "Drop your pants, Jack." "Huh?" His wife just stared at him. She said nothing. She just waited; they all did. He looked confused—no, frightened. He unbuckled his pants, unzipped them, and they fell from him. "Your underpants too." "But, Roberta!" "Think of all of the women you've seen naked that you were not married to, big guy. Think of the punishment that you really deserve. Now do it, drop those skivvies and smile doing it," she said. She wasn't serious about the smile, but was gratified when he tried, more or less unsuccessfully, to follow her instructions. He was naked from the waist down with all of the women staring at him. He thought he detected some giggles. The bad, or maybe it was the good news, was that he was as flaccid as a three year-old. "Looks like your Johnson is tired, honey. Been dating those five sisters again?" He had, and she knew it, but she had the solution, so she hadn't said anything up until now. Now, she was going to lock those five sisters out of his life, at least until she was wanting to have them back, which could happen if he was good, she allowed. She looked over at Kelli who had the package. Kelli passed it to her. She took it out and held it up for him to see. "What's that?" he asked in a slightly higher pitched voice than normal. "It's you cock cage," said Roberta. "It'll keep you safe from all of those women out there that just can't seem to get enough of you; oh, and safe from those five sisters too." He stood frozen to the spot while she squatted down and threaded his penis into its sheath. She put in the pins and then padlocked it shut. Jack was safe, naked, and caged; all these in addition to being totally humiliated. "Pull up your pants, big boy. We're going back in to have some fun." All of the women laughed. As for Jack he was in a fog, a stupor. For the first time, really, he understood that he was no longer in charge of his life, most especially not his sex life. It was a hard reality. ****** Voluntary Cuckold; Part 9 by: Matt Moreau It had been a year since the women of the Crossroads, which was what they were calling themselves now, had settled things with their cucks and had founded the club. In point of fact the club had had its grand opening just this past month. The Cuck Estate, as it was now named, was located some thirty five miles north of the city in the foothills of the nearby mountains. There was a village not far off, but the converted two-story motel had been completely remodeled and was now totally self-contained. Even the power supply was self-generated—which was a good thing because utility services were ten miles distant at closest approach. The new establishment had turned out to be perfect for the purpose for which it was intended. The growth of the Cuck Estate had been phenomenal. It claimed over 200 card carrying members and some ninety studs of which sixty were black. The ladies who had been entertained by them swore by them, the blacks studs that is. The Estate was paid for by donations, and no profits were expected nor had any such been realized by any of the charter members. On this anniversary night all of the four original women and their cuckolds were in evidence. The club complex was essentially a party complex. The rooms, the old motel rooms had all of the necessities, but that's what they had, the necessities, not luxuries. Since none of them would ever be occupied for more than a single night and most for no more than a couple of hours; luxuries would have been a prodigal waste. But the room were nice, the beds king size. Each room had a small desk-cum-vanity. Each had a clean and well designed bathroom. And, each had the proper complement of towels and other such necessities. Operations for the nights that the club was open was in the hands of the cucks. It fell to them to make sure that all of the women were treated to as much comfort and convenience and pleasure that such a place might be reasonably expected to provide. While it was not unheard of for a woman to show up without her cuck; such was discouraged: the cucks were needed to change sheets, supply drinks, and toiletries as required by the women and their studs. Additionally it was up to the corps of cucks to clean up after the guests as the night wore on: no guest was expected to use a room that was not guest ready. The rules of behavior were designed to humiliate the cucks to the maximum degree possible and to provide for the best possible sex, amusement, and safety for their women. Kelli loved their nights at the club. Henry, and the other cucks, were not quite as enthusiastic, but the truth of such an evaluation was nevertheless belied by the pain they universally endured as their cocks strained to escape the cages that most of them were condemned to wear twenty-four-seven. This night was the anniversary of the club's founding the year before. Though the club had just recently opened, the organization that was responsible for its creation had been in existence for a year: hence the anniversary celebration. They arrived at 7:00 on the dot. "Henry, please behave yourself tonight. Have a little fun if you have any free time, but do not embarrass me, okay." "Yes, ma'am, I'll behave myself. I don't want another spanking for darn sure." "Good, and I do not enjoy giving you one either, so just be good. If one of the ladies or her stud needs a drink or some special attention, just provide it: no complaints." "Yes, ma'am." Kelli strode off up the walkway toward the main entrance with Henry a few paces behind her: his usual place when they walked anywhere. At the door they were greeted by Ida, who usually stood guard at the entrance to protect her baby, the club. "Hi Caulfields," she said, clearly happy to see them. You guys know the drill; go on in. Oh, Kel, I have something special for you tonight. I'll catch up with you in a bit, okay?" "Right, " said Kelli. Well, just go in a get settled for the moment. See you in a few." The couple walked and surveyed the attendance. It was Saturday night, so it was failrly crowded. Kelli was excited. Looks like fun, dear," she said. "Yeah, I guess," he said. "I just hope somebody I know will be here." "Clarence must be," said Kelli. He can keep you company." "Yeah, but where is he. I don't see him anywhere." "He might be changing sheets," said Kelli, laughing. "Doubtful," said Henry, "too early." "Maybe your right," she said. "Well anyway, dear, you go on inside. I'm going to cruise the garden," she said. "You know check out the merchandise." She laughed again. She was indeed excited. Her last night at the club, the week before, a big guy she'd never seen before banged her for half the night. "Gawd! he was good," she had said to Henry after they got home that night. "He screwed me every which way and then did me again for an encore. Fuck he was good." Henry had never really gotten used to her commending the men she fucked for their prowess in the sack. But, it was his part to hear what other men were getting while he himself was denied any release at all. Helluva life! Henry found Clarence at the bar. "Howdy, pard," he said approaching the older man. "Oh, Henry, good to see you. She gonna cuckold you tonight 'eh?" Henry nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. That's why we come. For that and to humiliate me." "Gotcha. Me too. But, not tonight. The boss has loaded me down with other stuff for the night. Mostly bookwork and some ordering of supplies. At least I can do most of it online. I swear, I cannot imagine what Neanderthal man ever did without computers." "Ditto that," said Henry. "I see your wife out there talking to some guy," said Clarence. Henry turned to see. Kelli was talking to a big black guy. "Looks like a defensive tackle," said Henry. "That's Jackson. The girls seem to like him. Say he's got a ten inch cock and real staying power, or so I'm told. It's guys like him that make life hard for us cuckolds," said Clarence. "You got that right," said Henry. Henry watched as Jackson and Kelli went their separate ways. Henry felt relieved; a ten inch cock would have been too much to be compared to. Henry lost sight of Kelli for a while. While he waited for the inevitable, he and Clarence were joined by John Raulerson. The three of them talked for a while and drank. Drinking helped dull the humiliation: the humiliation of their wives actively seeking fuck partners for the night that did not include any of them. Henry was the first to be pulled into service. The rule was that when a wife hooked up with a fellow; the cuckold automatically became a servant and was stationed at one of the room doors: he would then be the servant for that room and responsible to keep it clean and supplied until his wife called it a night. Henry would far rather have sat at the bar and just kicked back, but it was not to be. He saw Kelli coming towards him. The other cucks saw her too. "Looks like your about to get the collar, Henry," said John. "Looks like," said Henry. "Hi honey," said Kelli coming up to him. "Hi, honey," he said. "You know why I'm here." It burdened Kelli that she had to be the one to collar her husband and give him the bad news that not only was she going to give herself to another man; she was also going to require her husband to be a house slave for the rest of the night. "Yes, I know," he said. She reached into her purse and drew out a one-inch wide leather collar with an attached ring. The number on the collar was seventeen: the number of the room he would be stationed at. That at least was a break, he thought. Kelli was getting in early so he wouldn't be watching her room; she'd be in one of the lower numbers on the first floor. "Get on your knees, dear, so I can collar you. You know the rule." He got down on his knees and she attached the collar around his neck; its snapping lock assured that he could not take it off. He rose, and she gave him a peck on the cheek. "Good boy," she said. "Now get a move on. You know you're not allowed to be here in the bar wearing your collar. You know where to go." He nodded his obedience, and started off to his station for the evening. When he got there, he was surprised to see April and that big black stud Jackson standing at the room's door. They saw him and motioned him to hurry up. "Yes, ma'am," said Henry. "Sorry, I'm late, ma'am," he said. He kept his eyes focused on her feet, that was one of the rules too: no cuck was allowed to look a woman in the eye, even his own wife, while they were at the Estate. The same went for their studs as well. "It's all right. Just do your job, and everything will be fine. She moved closer to him and whispered in his ear as Jackson looked on. "You have my permission to tell John everything you see or hear tonight," she giggled. "Stand still, cuckie," said April, "so I can chain you up nice and safe." There were chains attached to the door jamb of each of the rooms. The loose end of the chain was attached and padlocked to the slave's collar so he couldn't be wondering off. Each female had the key to the padlock; she was given it when she was given the key to the room. April padlocked the loose end of the chain to Henry's collar and he took his seat on the short legged stool next to the door. He wondered if he'd hear any moaning or crying out during the evening. Kelli and her man, Arnold, were assigned room number nine. She didn't know the cuck who was stationed there, but she chained him and told him to take his seat; he was evidently new, since he had to be told. "In the room Arnold sighed: this one was very pretty and mature; it was going to be very nice fucking her. Kelli was wearing her signature black sheath with the matching choker her black spikes. Her butt stuck out prominently because of the shoes. Her tits, though not large, pushed the front of her bodice out perfectly. And, as usual, she smelled like a million bucks. He came toward and stopped a foot away. He reached for her breasts and massaged the lewdly. Kelli winced when he twisted her nipples. It didn't so much hurt but it seemed like it should have. She let he hand brush against his hardness. Her eyes shot open and she looked up at him with a mix of terror and admiration. "You are a big boy, aren't you?" she said. "Some say so," he whispered huskily. He leaned in to kiss her. He was a master of the gentle kiss. She returned the favor. He reached around her and pulled her to him. He had an ulterior motive: he wanted at the zipper on the back of her sheath. He achieved his aim and in trice she was without her outer garment. Her bra and panties were all that stood between her and her conqueror.