0 comments/ 118627 views/ 18 favorites Angel Learns My Secret By: Angelscuck My wrists strained at the ropes that bound me to the chair. The vibrator taped to my cock was driving me mad while I watched my leather clad bride mount her lover's huge black cock. Angel smiled at me teasingly, knowing the pleasure and pain I was experiencing.... Suddenly I heard her key in the door I quickly turn off the magic wand, put it in the desk drawer, and switch the computer screen to face book. I could feel pre-cum in my underwear. Damn, why couldn't she have been gone just another five minutes? At my age, cumming was not as easy as it use to be, and I felt guilty having orgasms to the porn on the internet instead of with my lovely wife, but sometimes my fantasies got the best of me. "Hi honey, did you miss me?" She asked. "Of course sweetheart, I have just been catching up on face book while you were gone." I lied. I have always kept my fantasies to myself. I was afraid if I told my wife Angel, what my biggest turn-ons were, it would freak her out. Not that she was a prude. She was very sexy, quite uninhibited and willing to try new things. I guess I was worried that if I told her I fantasized about her dominating and feminizing me, then fucking other men, she would lose all respect for me or I might lose her altogether to one of her lovers. So I kept my cuckold thoughts to myself. I visited various sites on the internet which catered to wimps and cuckold wannabes. I would always wait until she was out doing errands, and quickly log on to these sites and masturbate, imaging Angel in the role of my dominate, emasculating, cuckolding wife. One evening Angel seemed to be in an especially sexy mood and told me she wanted to try something kinky for a change. I agreed and upon her request, stripped and allowed her to ball-gag me and tie me spread-eagle to our bed. As soon as I was tied and completely helpless, her demeanor changed. She became very dominate, almost angry with me. She quickly changed into a very sexy leather corset, net stockings and boots, which I had never seen before. She had a cruel smile on her face and a cat-o-nine tale whip in her hand. "So you don't trust your own wife enough to confide your secret fantasies eh?" She said. "I have been looking on your computer's history and have discovered some of the sites you like to visit!" She continued. I was starting to sweat. I shook my head violently and moaned a muffled denial through to ball gag. She merely laughed at me and started slowly dragging the whip over my body. "So my little wimp wants to be dominated, emasculated and cuckolded, does he?" She quipped. Again, I shook my head and tried to issue a "no", through the gag. "Oh don't bother to try and denying it, bitch!" She stated, "I can see you are getting hard just by my mentioning it!" It was true; I was being betrayed by my own cock, which was growing harder with her words and actions. "Does my little sissy want to see me get fucked by a big black cock?" She said to me in a mocking, little girl voice. "How about having you serve me and my lovers in a cute little maid's outfit or suck their cocks to make them hard so they can give me the fucking I really deserve? Then you can lick their cum out of my pussy so it is nice and clean for the next big cock!" She had started stroking my cock as she spoke and I was on the verge of cumming. She could sense this and would remove her hand each time before I could shoot. She was driving me crazy! "Does my little small-dicked cucky want to cum?" She asked. "Looked how turned on you are when I verbally abuse you!" Just the mere mention of being cuckolded gets you harder than you have been in months. I can see I have been barking up the wrong tree, I mean twig. I think I'm going to like having some nice big cocks to suck and fuck for a change!" I was mortified. She had me by the balls. My cock had given me away. True, my half-hard-on had not been very successful in the past few months in satisfying her and I had been force to use my fingers and tongue to get her off. Now, here I was, hard as a rock and the mere mention of her fucking other men. "I'll tell you what," She said. "I will give you a change to repute these charges. If you can keep from cumming while I continue to degrade you and tell you how much I look forward to our new sex life, with your cock caged and me fucking whomever I want, I will untie you and we will resume our normal, if not somewhat boring sex life. However, if you do cum, I will take that as a sign you want to become my little sissy cuckold bitch and I will start looking for new lovers, ok?" Again I shook my head violently but to no avail. She rubbed some lubricant on my throbbing cock and with a slow stroking motion, began to talk in a soft, sexy, voice. "I think the first thing I need to do it to remove your beard and all that nasty hair on your body. Everybody knows that hairy bodies are for real men, not sissy, small-dicked, bitches. Then we can go shopping and I will have the salesgirl help me pick out some nice sissy, maid's clothes for you. I could feel the pre-cum starting to ooze from my cock. No, no, think of something else, concentrate, don't let her make you come, I kept thinking to myself. "The, after I have trained you as my sissy maid, I think I will throw a party and invite my girlfriends so you can serve us in your cute new uniform and they can see what a sissy wimp you really are. Maybe we will hire a black male exotic dancer and you can watch me suck his cock. Would you like that?" She quipped. Too late, I couldn't stand it any longer. I had gone past the point of no return. My cum started rising from my balls and came shooting out of my cock, again and again, landing on my face, chest, and stomach. I had not cum this hard during our entire marriage. It was the relief of a lifetime of stored up fantasies, exploding all at once. Angel laughed as I came, stating "You lose, I win. From now on, you will be my submissive little sissy cuckold. You will do whatever I ask, without question. I intend on making this as humiliating as possible for you. I still love you more that anyone in the whole world. That is why I am doing this. To make your dreams and fantasies come true and some of mine, too!" She took off my ball gag and started scooping up my cum with her finger and feeding it to me. "Better get use to the taste," She said smiling, "You are going to getting a lot more of this. Maybe it will help you become more of a man, but I doubt it." I felt totally humiliated. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. I felt she had lost all respect for me and no longer viewed me as a man. She must have sensed this. She took me in her arms and said. "Don't worry, my love. I still love and respect you more than any man in the world. I was just mind-fucking you to give you pleasure and teach you a lesson. I wouldn't risk our relationship by playing any of these games for real. You mean too much to me. Promise me darling, never, ever, keep any secrets from me. I felt a tremendous sense of relief upon hearing her words. It was a win-win. I still had my fantasies and my Angel. We cuddled in each others arms that night and said nothing about what had transpired that evening. A few days passed and one afternoon I noticed Angel was getting all dressed up. She had bathed, shaved the stubble around her sweet pussy and was putting on some very sexy clothes. "What's the occasion?" I asked. "Oh, I have a date tonight; you can clean up the house while I'm gone. Here, wear my dirty panties while you do it, and don't wait up, I probably won't back until tomorrow mid-day. My heart sunk and my cock rose simultaneously. Angel Learns My Secret Ch. 02 I couldn't believe my ears. After telling me she would not cuckold me, my lovely wife was dressed to kill and about to go out on a date. "But you said you would not fuck other men, it was just a fantasy!" I exclaimed. I said I would not fuck other men, nothing was said about dating them. Dan is an old friend of mine. He loves opera and is taking me to see to see one of my favorites. Besides, you don't like opera. You should be happy that I have someone to accompany me." "What about your, don't wait up, remark?" I inquired. "Just mind fucking you again darling," she replied. I know how to push your buttons. I'm trying to make this fun for both of us." There was a knock at the door. "That's Dan now," my wife stated, "Be a dear and answer it for me and be nice, offer him a drink. I'll be down in a minute." So with ambivalent feelings, I resentfully went downstairs to greet Angel's date. I opened the door and standing in front of me was a handsome, middle aged, black man. He was about 6'2", and weighed about 250 lbs. He could have passed for a professional athlete, but had an executive air about him. "Hi, you must be Angel's husband, I'm Dan." He said with a broad grin, offering me his hand. I took his hand and shook it. I could feel my own hand being crushed in his strong grip and quickly pulled away. "Hi, ah yes, I'm her husband Kelly, won't you come in, Angel will be down in a minute, can I offer you a drink?" I asked politely trying to control my anger. "No thanks, say, it's awful nice of you to share your wife with me. Most men are too possessive and insecure to allow their wives to go out with another man." He remarked. "Especially an ex-boyfriend Ex-boy friend, she forgot to mention that! "Well, that's quite alright," I lied, "I trust Angel, just don't keep her out too late." "Oh, didn't she tell you?" he asked, "We are taking my company jet to San Francisco to see AIDA by Giuseppe Verdi, I have box seats. It's a tale of a bitter love triangle, conflicting loyalties and forbidden passion. We will be staying the night with some friends and flying back tomorrow." This was getting weirder and weirder. My wife was flying off to another city, with an ex-boyfriend and staying the night! I excused myself quickly by saying, "I'll go see what's keeping Angel." I quickly ran up the stairs to confront my wife. "What the hell is going on, you didn't say you were going off with an ex-boyfriend to spend the night in San Francisco!" I said, trying to keep from yelling. "Oh calm down," she countered. "Who I see, how much time we spend together and where we choose to go, aren't important. Either you trust me, or you don't. Would you deny me the chance of flying in a private jet to any exciting city, to see a once in a lifetime event, just because you think I might fuck him? You should be ashamed of yourself. You know how I am always taking care of you and seeing to your needs. Allow me a little fun for a change and quite acting like a selfish child." I had to admit she was right. She was continually doing things for me and rarely if ever went out and had fun on her own. "I'm sorry honey, your right." I said, "Enjoy yourself. It's just that he's so handsome and big. I guess I let the green monster get the best of me." "Yes, he is handsome, and big, very big," My wife replied teasingly. "It won't be easy but I will try to be a good girl." There was a mocking tone in her voice. She is mind-fucking me again. I won't let her get to me. I thought to myself. However, it was too late. She had gotten to me and I was filled with doubt and suspicion. Damn her! "Oh, by the way," she continued. I have a little present for you; it's in the top, right dresser drawer. I rushed over and opened the drawer. There was a little brown bag. I opened it up. A cock cage! She surely didn't expect me to wear this? "Put it on, now cucky. I don't want you jerking off while I'm gone, thinking of what Dan and I might be doing. Hurry now, he's waiting." Angel commanded. I felt totally humiliated. It took me a couple of minutes to figure it out, but soon I was locking the cockcage in place around my small cock. "I'll take that key," my wife said, holding out her hand. "A little celibacy will do you good. Help you keep your mind on your cleaning duties while I'm gone. She then gave me a little peck on the cheek, squeezed my balls, put the key in her purse laughing as she rushed out of the room as not to keep her ex-boyfriend waiting. Feeling totally abandoned, I peeked out the door and watched my wife transverse the stairs and run to the arms of her date. Their kiss was just long enough to make me feel real uncomfortable. Then they were out the door, into his Limo and were gone. I tried to keep my mind on housework but dirty pictures kept entering my mind of Angel and Dan fucking and sucking. Her words, "He's big, very big," and "It won't be easy but I will try to be a good girl." kept ringing in my ears. I could feel my cock twitch inside the cockcage, trying to become erect but to no avail. After cleaning the entire house in her used panties, I finally doze off around midnight, and then the phone ran. It was Angel. She sounded a little drunk. This worried me because booze tends to make her more uninhibited. "Hello cucky!" She slurred. "Having fun? Well, I'm having a ball. The opera was divine! Then we had a late dinner at this romantic, French restaurant. We are at his friend's penthouse now. His name is Bill and his wife's name is Sadie. They are swingers and apparently we arrived just in time for a very raunchy party. How naughty of Dan not to warn me. Oh well, Que Sera. Goodnight sissy, sweet dreams." I could hear a Dan's laughter as she hung up the phone. "Sweet dreams" indeed. As if I could sleep after that call. All I could see was my sweet Angel surrounded by naked men and women, engaged in a wild orgy. I went to the medicine cabinet and took two sleeping pills and washed them down with two shots of Scotch. I woke up about noon, hung-over. I could hear the sound of Dan and Angel downstairs. "Oh thank you darling. It was lovely. I will remember last night always!" It was Angel's voice. Then I heard Dan's voice in reply, "My pleasure baby, and if you ever need a change of scenery or to get away from tiny dick, give me a call, you have my number." Then a long silence. Were they were kissing? Then the sound of the front door opening and closing. Tiny dick? I felt totally degraded. Angel entered the bedroom. She was a mess. Her makeup was smeared, her hair disarranged. Her dress rumpled and her hose had rips and runs. She truly looked freshly fucked. My heart sank. I wanted to cry. "Have fun?" I asked. "Fun doesn't begin to describe it." Angel replied. "It was the evening of a lifetime. I was whisked away in a limo by a handsome, exciting man, transported in a private jet to another city, taken to a wonderful opera, wined and dined. We then went dancing; did I tell you Dan was a wonderful dancer? Anyway then we went to a wild party at his friend's penthouse overlooking the lights of San Francisco. What more could a girl ask for. Thank you cucky, thanks for trusting me. I love you so much!" "Great." I replied sarcastically, "Did you, did he, you know, do it?" Angel just smiled a wicked smile and replied, "I'm tired now and need some sleep. We can talk about it later, or if you want, taste me while I sleep. Maybe that will answer your question." I couldn't wait. While she slept, I climbed under the covers and crawled between her legs. The smell of her sex was strong. I lightly licked her pussy. Was that the taste of cum, slightly salty, hard to say. Her lips and cunt did look red and swollen, but I couldn't be sure. I would just have to wait until she woke up to confront her. Angel Learns My Secret Ch. 03 When I woke up the next morning, Angel was taking shower. Washing her sins away I though to myself. We had a quite breakfast without much conversation. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer. "Well, are you going to tell me if you fucked him or not?" I asked impatiently. "Well, let's see," Angel replied teasingly. "If I say I didn't, you will be comforted but disappointed. If I say I did, you will be hurt, but turned on, why don't you choose. Besides, didn't your tongue answer your question when you licked my pussy last night?" Mind fucked again. She really knew how to keep me off balance. "I wasn't sure, it tasted a bit salty, but, I'm just not sure." I replied. "Well, why don't we just leave it like that, that way, you are aroused, but not hurt." She said with a wicked smile on her face. To be honest, I wasn't sure I wanted to know. I decided to let the subject rest for a while. Later that day, after coming back from the gym, I noticed that the phone cord let to the bathroom where the door was shut. I quietly sneaked up and put my ear to the door. I could hear Angel talking on the phone in a quiet tone. "Oh yes Rachel, I enjoyed our sleep over the night before last. It was fun to have a girl's night. Kelly, no he has no idea. He suspects I went to San Francisco and spent the night with an ex-boyfriend. It's driving him crazy. Yes, I paid a limo driver to pose as my date, and then recorded his voice and laughter for the phone call and our parting scene. I even got him to give me a semen sample to rub between my legs to really rub it in, to coin a phrase. Listen honey, Kelly will be home any minute, I had better hang up, love you, talk to you soon." Well my, my. I thought to myself. She didn't fuck anybody, except my mind. She went to all this trouble just to turn me on. What a woman! Well, I think she deserves a reward for being so thoughtful. While Angel was out shopping, I made my plans. First I reserved a limo to take us to the airport. Then I made first-class plane reservation, round trip to San Francisco. The opera was still playing, so I booked box seats for two, then, overnight hotel reservations for the penthouse with a view of San Francisco and finally, dinner reservations for two at a French restaurant. I told Angel to not make plans for the weekend and to dress up Friday night for a formal occasion. She was shocked when the limo pulled up to our house and even more surprised when we boarded the plane to San Francisco. Angel was totally thrilled with the opera and clung tightly to me as we entered the French Restaurant. "Good evening, Madame," the waiter stated, "So nice to see you again!" "What did he mean by that?" I asked her. "Nothing honey, I think he has me confused with someone else." She quickly answered. After we were seated, the waiter asks me what I would like to drink, I gave him my order and then he asked Angel, "Would you like the Mango Margarita again Madame?" Mango Margarita, I thought to myself, how did he know that was her favorite drink? Angel must have seen the shocked look on my face, and started laughing. "Remember when I went to the ladies room at the opera, I call the Restaurant and told them to have the waiter say these things as a joke. You fell for it completely. I love you so much and love this wonderful surprise you are giving me. Very funny, I thought, but I didn't remember telling Angel the name of the restaurant. Oh well, maybe I did, can't remember. After dinner we went back to the penthouse, drank some champagne, and danced on the patio while the lights of San Francisco twinkled below us. We made love that night, no SMBD, cuckolding, teasing or mind-fucking, just great sex. Just because I have a few fetishes, it doesn't me I can't get off any other way. I see these fetishes like an occasional spicy dish. Angel says she feels the same way. I am not into dominating or fucking other women. I'm not into physical pain, either giving or receiving and I am not blessed with a big cock, 5-6 inches, normal or slightly below. As I have gotten older, my libido and stamina have diminished. I usually have to use my mouth or fingers to bring her to orgasm. The one thing I do have is age, experience and imagination. I have learned that the sexiest part of the body is the brain. So we play. Play with the green-eyed monster. Play with the decreasing size and stamina. Play with the gender. Play with the love and respect that we have for each other. It works for us.