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Cuckold Spa

By: FLRHusband



This is a work of fiction but by writing this down and publicly but anonymously sharing it with my wife through literotica, I hope to bring this closer to reality. So I dedicate this snapshot of a loving cuckold lifestyle to my sexy, dominant wife.




My wife and I live in a modern townhouse in a hip, urban neighborhood. It's a small place but its got a big tub and the shower doubles as a steam room. It's just big enough for three, as long as two of the three stay very close together. There's a little seat in the built into the corner where the third can sit, low and out of the way. When there are three in our little steam room, as there so often is, I'm always the third because I'm the submissive, cuckold husband. 

On this night I'm sitting on the little bench hyper-aware of my genitals hanging between legs because my infuriated cock is tightly bound by my leather cock cage, tightening with the water and heat of the shower. My jealousy and humiliation strains against the leather as I look up at my wife pressed close to her lover John. They are kissing passionately. Third wheel is an understatement in this situation. To say my wife is "dating" or she has a "boyfriend" has also become an understatement over the last two months as their relationship has developed. 

When they finally unlock lips and my presence is once again acknowledged, my wife hands me the bar of soap in nonchalant way. The subtlety with which she now dominates me has deepened since she took this lover. More assertive in gesture and tone, she needn't concern herself with role play; she simply hands me the soap with the confidence of a cuckoldress. 

My submissive side is thrilled to serve the sexy couple and do what I can to relax or heighten their enjoyment of each other. I begin with my wife's feet as she turns back to him for another hot kiss. I lovingly soap her legs and admire her big ass, wide hips and narrow waist. Honored to have the opportunity to lather her body I nonetheless try not to linger between her full, round cheeks -- I remind myself that I am here to ready her for lovemaking, not indulge my lust for her curvaceous body. She turns to face me with her back to her lover and I gently wash her sexual organs while she is held tightly by him, her breasts fondled and her neck nibbled by the younger man. I want to lick her and we all know it but John slips past my wife's curvaceous, soapy body, touches my shoulder gently in order to take my place on the bench. I take to my knees as he sits, his legs spread, anticipating my attentions. Soap still hand, I lovingly wash his feet, and legs and underarms, once again balancing my lingering touch with a quick efficiency. But his heavy balls demand special attention and he slips forward so I can cup them in my hands. Despite my jealous fascination for his slowly swelling organ, I sense that his attention is fixed on my wife's legs and ass she rinses off my lather, probably putting on a little show for him. I try to show his cock the devotion he gives to her ass as I stroke him with soapy hands. Semi hard I can feel a thickness and weight that still feels extraordinary even after several months of my being in its imposing presence. I will always remember vividly how heavy and virile John's big cock felt in my hand the first time I guided him into my own wife's pussy, a memory continues to fuel my masturbatory fantasies. So erotically transgressive. Such an expression of love. 

Despite all the hints, suggestions and everything short of out and out begging, we have not yet measured our units, John and I. That is to say, I have not measured myself in the presence of my wife and her lover. Nor have I yet had the privilege of measuring John's erect cock. I know very well that I am exactly five inches fully erect with a proportionate girth that falls easily into the small/medium range. It is a well-shaped, attractive cock, if I do say so myself, and it always comes to immediate attention when required. I'm most proud of my ability to control ejaculation; in 10 years of marriage I have never come without my wife's permission. And John has never seen me ejaculate since I am never, ever given permission to come when John shares our home and marital bed. But what little pride in manhood I may have is completely deflated in John's presence. And were I not now feeling the humiliation of wearing a size XXS leather cage, I would be feeling the deeper, more erotic humiliation of having my cock in the immediate proximity of John's far more superior member. So while I have not determined his superiority in exact inches, my wife's orgasms reveal much more than matters of size. Let's just say his flaccid cock is about the same size as mine when fully erect, something that has been pointed out to me on several occasions. My wife would never admit to being a "size-queen" but she could not deny she is addicted to John's skills at lovemaking, skills that make the most of every thick, beautiful inch of the manly cock he wields. 

As a service-oriented submissive, the task of fluffing my wife's lover comes easily and naturally. My love for my wife has become more apparent since she made me her cuckold and it expresses itself in my deepened devotion to her pleasure and John's. As I stroke his soapy cock he pushes me back again by a touch on the shoulder, this time a little more firmly. I lean back to let the shower fall between his opened legs as the soap I so lovingly applied swirls in the drain. As John lifts his balls to take advantage of the stream, I feel her hands on the back of my head. She says those words I longed for so much: "Make John hard for me." 

My wife is far too dominant to get on her knees and blowjobs aren't on her menu. But she is dominant enough to demand that her husband take cock sucking workshops hosted by the local sex shop. I'm on my knees, my head down, and John lays his arm along my back, I suppose to put his hand between my wife's strong, thick thighs. Even half-swollen his voluptuous cock head fills my mouth. With one hand cupping his balls, the other stroking his lengthening shaft, I work him over with my lips and tongue. He grows fully erect too fast for me to savor his swelling. Soon I can really feel it, stiff and thick and with a pronounced upward curve. When fully hard, John's cock head is disproportionately large compared to his substantial shaft. Yes, this cock was designed for a woman's body; I owe my wife's rediscovery of her g-spot to that magnificent head. Clutching his hardness, I hear my wife turn off the water and turn on the steam. I keep John hard and I know she is going to want this cock to herself. 

In a moment they are in one of their new favorite positions, with my wife sitting on his lap, her ass toward him. I stare at John's hands on her beautiful voluptuous hips but I can also see his cock between her thighs. This is one of my wife's favorites because John is so long that his cock head reaches right to her clit. She looks at me and spreads her legs, taking his cock in her hand to press it against her. I can't help myself and without permission I lean forward to press my lips against the underside of his cock, on the sweet spot just below the head. With his head held in my mouth I grind it against my wife's clit the way I know she loves. I stroke his balls, too, to ensure he stays erect for my wife. My intervention works its magic and their mutual arousal comes to a peak. 

My wife suddenly steps over me and with John's hand in hers, pulls him from the stall. I follow to help with the drying, as they eagerly discuss heading upstairs. My wife says as they head out the bathroom door. "You can stay down here tonight but we might call you for clean up later." Still on my knees, my cheeks flush with jealous rage and my cock swells to fill every available gap in my straining cock cage. There will be no voyeurism for me tonight. I won't be able to implore John to fuck my wife. No guiding his cock into my wife, I will not be giving oral pleasure while they fuck. 

I clean up the towels and I settle into a frustrated throbbing that continues until I lie down. But before I drop off to sleep, I hear my wife's moan. It's that moan I have come to know. His cock is stroking her g-spot and his pelvis is grinding against her clit. I hear her powerful orgasm, the kind she only has with him. I am suddenly content as I drop off feeling sexually satisfied as only a loving cuckold husband can be.

Cuckold Story



I watched my wife of ten years as she entered the den where I was working on a report for work. She was looking very good. Grace wore a light brown leather skirt with a pale yellow shell and Cardigan sweater set over brown boots with high stiletto heels. Her body is amazing, and is centerfold quality for playboy. I am very proud of her.

I smiled at her, "You look good enough to eat Sweetie, say hi to Jan for me."

She walked over and kissed my cheek. I pulled back and glanced at her. "Is that all I get? Are you going to another one of your usual Tuesday night meetings tonight?"

"No, tonight is a field trip instead of a meeting."

"Have fun, what time will you be back?"

"I guess about ten, as usual. I love you Dear, go to bed early and get some rest, you work too hard." Grace is a stay at home wife since I started making very good money as sales manager for a major manufacturer of Reverse osmosis systems for large users. We sell primarily to the military and municipal water plants all over the world. Grace and I were doing exceptionally well with our finances and the recession was not effecting us that much, if at all. I had taken large blocks of stock in the company in lieu of bonuses for the last five years and they were now triple the value. 

I tried to give Grace anything she wanted and I thought we had a good solid marriage. Our sex life had slowed a little in the last few years but I felt that was to be expected, however in the last few months it had dropped to zero. She always had some excuse.

We were each married previously and both had grown children. I was still in awe of Grace's beauty and personality. She appeared to be much younger than her 42 years. She could easily pass for a girl in her twenties. She was vivacious and lively. 

I am in good physical shape myself, I work out regularly and also run several miles every other day. I am 6' 2" and weigh 240 pounds. I was a very good line backer for the Florida Gators for almost three seasons before a badly torn cruciate ligament and ripped medial and lateral menisci ended my career in football. I still run with a slight limp and have to be careful and use a knee brace so I do not put too much strain on the knee when I play sports.

I thought about how lovely my wife was dressed to be going to a woman's organization meeting. What was the deal with a field trip? A field trip to where? 

I had asked her what the meetings were about and she said they were about the relationships between men and women in marriage. She said they discussed all aspects of the relationships including social interactions, medical problems, sexual relations, and financial problems. Where the hell would you go for a field trip for any of that?"

I thought about it and decided to call Jan's husband and see what he knew. Frank answered and we exchanged pleasantries and I asked what he knew about the meetings the girls were attending. He seemed surprised that I didn't know all about it. He seemed reluctant to talk about it. I asked where they went on a field trip. He said he didn't know about field trips and that they were going on a training demonstration tonight and would be home late.

I asked what kind of training they were getting and he was very evasive about it. I asked where it was taking place and he was hesitant to tell me anything. Finally, he said, "Mike, if Grace wants you to know anything she will tell you about it."

"What? What is so secret you can't tell me about it?"

"Mike, just drop it please. Ask Grace, I have said too much already, I don't want to get in trouble."

Now I was really worried and very curious about what my wife was into. I had no reason to not trust her completely. I had never known her to lie to me about anything. I sat and thought about things and tried to figure out where I could get some answers. I thought that I needed more information before I said anything to Grace.

I thought about Frank, my brother. We had little in common, but we were always friendly. I considered him to be a mild mannered wimp, who was pussy whipped by Jan, Grace's sister. There was little doubt about who wore the pants in that family.

I looked at my computer. Then I looked over at Grace's laptop. She spent a lot of time on it when I was at work. I walked to her desk and turned her Dell on. Her desktop had two or three icons that I didn't recognize. I clicked on one of them and a sign in page appeared. It asked for a user name and a password. I tried the other sites and found the same thing.

I clicked on her internet. It was a standard welcome page from AOL. I tried the history function but it showed nothing. I checked the control settings for that and found it was set to store 'zero' of the last sites she had visited. I reset it to store 100 sites. 

I shut her computer down and called my brother, Tommy. I asked his advice, admonishing him to tell no one of my request. He said he would send me two programs to download, one was a keystroke recorder and the other was a program that would enable me to monitor her computer or to store everything she did on her computer in my hard drive. Tommy is the computer geek for the local FBI office. He told me that if I did not delete these programs in ten days they would self destruct and erase everything in my computer.

Tommy told me of a store where I could get a wiretap recorder for my phone. It was not illegal to use on my own phone. He also told me I should get a GPS tracking device to put on her car while I was there. It could be monitored from any computer by plugging the receiver into a USB port. The computer would then show the location of the GPS unit. I made out a shopping list and looked up the address of the store in the phone book. 

Grace was home about midnight and entered our room quietly. I pretended to be asleep. The remainder of the week I but the programs from my brother Tommy to work. They worked well enough to give me an insight into what was going on. I took a few hours off from work and met with Tommy and some of his colleagues.

Tuesday evening I was watching TV when Grace said she was off to her meeting. I looked at her as she kissed me goodbye, "Are you going to be late again tonight? I don't like going to bed with you still out on the town."

"I may be a bit late, I hope to be home before you go to sleep."

I sat up and watched TV until Grace came home about one thirty. She was surprised I was still awake.

She stared at me, "What are you doing up at this hour?"

I looked at her, "I think that is my line, where the hell have you been at this hour? Is this what time you usually get home and find me asleep?" 

I turned the overhead light on. She was not the impeccably dressed woman who had left that evening. Her makeup was gone and her clothing was in slight disarray, as if she had dressed hastily. I walked to her and leaned forward for a kiss. She turned her head. I could smell alcohol on her breath. I stepped back and said, "Are you going to tell me what is going on? I think it is fair to tell you that right now I think we are well down the road toward a divorce. Is that what you want?"

Her jaw dropped. "NO! Hell no Mike! I love you, I don't want a divorce."

"Then we need to talk right now. Where have you been and what is going on. I think you are cheating on me. Who is your lover?"

"I don't love anyone but you Mike and that is God's truth."

"Fine then it won't bother you to take off your panties and hand them to me, will it?"

He eyes grew wide, "What?"

"Hand me your panties."

"Wait a minute Mike, calm down. Let me fix us a drink and relax a minute then we can talk calmly about this without yelling at each other." 

"Fine! Just don't get out of my sight and try to change panties."

"I have no reason to do that, you know me better than that, I am too fastidious a woman to wear panties that were wet or full of cum if that is what you expect to find. I'll be right back, you can go with me or you can watch me from where you are while I fix our drinks."

"OK. Just stay where I can see you at all times."

I watched as she fixed our drinks. I couldn't see everything she was doing, but I could see her back as she worked. In just a few minutes she came back with the drinks. My Captain and water tasted good. She watched me take a few gulps and put her drink down. She came and knelt beside me. "Honey I do love you, I will always love you. You are the sweetest and most loving husband in the world. I want to grow old with you and have you beside me forever." She kissed me gently on my lips.

I felt a little funny. Then everything went black for a second. I couldn't figure out what had happened. I was still sitting in a chair but now a cup of coffee was in front of me. I still felt a bit groggy and tried to reach for the coffee. I couldn't move my hand. It was restrained. My left hand was restrained too, so were my feet. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to gather my wits about me. I heard a chair scrape and opened my eyes. 

I saw Jan, my sister. She smiled, "Are you feeling better now Mike?" then I looked around and saw Grace and Frank. They were looking at me. 

Grace leaned toward me and placed a straw in my coffee. "Try a sip of your coffee Honey, it will help clear your head." I leaned forward and took a sip and it did taste good. 

I looked at Grace, "I guess I was right about you or I wouldn't be tied up like this. What are you going to do. I guess I am lucky I am still alive, or does that come later?"

A tear ran down her cheek, "I promise no harm will come to you, no matter what."

"Thank you Grace, I guess that promise is about as good as the one you made to me at the altar ten years ago." She turned and ran from the room. I turned to Frank and Jan, "I guess the two of you know what is going on don't you?"

Frank said, "Yeah! We know what is going on. You are. . ."

Jan had snapped her fingers and he shut his mouth instantly. Jan glared at Frank. "Keep your mouth shut, unless you are spoken to." She said to me, "You will be told what is going on when your wife wants you to know. If you keep your mouth shut you may learn something, for now just believe what she said, she does truly love you. She wants no harm to come to you."

I looked back and forth between the two of them. Grace came back in the room. She looked at me. "Mike, please sit back and relax. We need to get things in perspective here. I belong to a group of men and women that believe that the present traditional relationships in a marriage do not accurately reflect the true needs of the modern woman. We feel that women should be in complete control of all aspects of the marriage. We believe that the husband needs to be completely subservient to the wife."

I wondered what in the hell she was talking about.

She continued, "The division of household chores should be determined by the wife. In a marriage of today, the wife is in effect the CEO of the home and thus the marriage. The husband's job is to provide the income necessary to sustain the family according to the best of his abilities. The husband has a secondary duty to provide sexual services to the wife according to the best of his abilities. The husband also performs other functions such as yard work and home improvements, again, according to the best of his abilities. Any of the functions he performs may not be completely satisfactory to the wife and if she requires a higher standard than he can produce she may certainly require additional help, for instance, a broken pipe in the home may require the services of a plumber. 

"As in any functional unit a chain of command must be established for obvious reason, someone must be in total control. The instant obedience and respect for authority are required of the husband. Thus, there must be a system of punishments and rewards to enforce this authority. The woman must use the only real power she has, her sex. Each husband must be required to wear a chastity device to insure his obedience. Mike, honey, you have been fitted with a standard penis cage that has been locked in place. I have the code that will permit the removal of the cage. We are told that it is very comfortable unless you start to get an erection. The bigger the erection the more painful it becomes. In practice, it actually is so painful as to really make an erection impossible."

I couldn't believe my ears. Has my wife lost her mind?

She smiled at me, "It won't change our lives that much dear. We will still be together, I will always love you."

I looked at them, "May I ask a question or two?"

Grace replied, "Of course you can dear. What do you want to know?"

"Well, Grace, I thought I was a good husband. I believe I have given you a nice home, a very nice car, and generous Household and clothing allowances. We go on vacations every six months or so. I try to be attentive to your needs, you have been the one to decline my offers of sex for several months. What more do you need or desire that you feel you have to go to these extremes to get it? What it is you want? What have you left out?" 

Jan said, "Let me tell him how we further enforce our control over our men. Our organization has a number of men we refer to as 'Bulls'. They are on call to enforce our desires. They are all young handsome, large, and rugged young men. They are well trained in martial arts. They are available to help train you to become an obedient and happy submissive husband. They also provide relief and comfort to wives who are deprived of sex because of the need to discipline the husband. Do you understand all of that Mike?"

"Yeah! I sure do. I am going to be forced to become a sissy cuckold so my wife can fuck other guys whenever she wants too. Is that correct?"

Grace looked at me then dropped her eyes. Jan smiled, "That is a side benefit, that's true. Actually all the husband learn to enjoy watching and assisting their wife to enjoy the pleasure of the services of a superior man. All of the bulls are required to be very well endowed."

The door bell rang and Jan looked at Frank, "Get the door Frank, that should be two of the Bulls now." Frank hurried off. He returned and I heard him say as they entered, "Here we are Master Ali and Master Gideon, Mistress Jan is in here, is there anything I can do for either of you?"

"Where is Mistress Grace? Is this the new Cuck?" 

Both black men were huge, one of them walked over to me and grabbed my chin in his big hand, He turned my face up and looked in my eyes, "Me and the other bulls are going to be fucking your wife as a regular thing from now on, you got a problem with that?"

I softly said, "No Sir Master. How can I assist you?" Out of the corner of my eye I saw Frank give Jan a high five.

"Ok Cuck, come on upstairs to your old bedroom and help get your wife ready for the fucking of her life."

"Yes Sir, I would like to see that, but I am restrained."

He reached down and untied my wrists and ankles. "OK, Sissy, get going." I hurried up the stairs and into the bedroom where Grace sat on the side of the bed in a lovely sheer gown. She looked startled to see me. The two blacks looked at me, "Well, get started, we don't have all day."

I held up my hand. 

"What is it Sissy?"

"Please Master, I have never done this before, could I have Sissy Frank demonstrate how it should be done so I can do it correctly next time?"

"Sissy Frank, get your ass up here and show the new cuck how to prepare his woman for us."

I heard Frank yell, "Yes Master, here I come."

Frank entered with Jan behind him. He looked at me, "Get some clean towels and put them beside the bed, then get your video camera set up to film this session. Hurry, we must not keep the Masters waiting."

"I brought the towels and went to my closet and got my video camera and put it on the dresser. I went back in the closet. When I came out Frank was lifting the gown over Grace's head. Her sexy, lovely body was revealed. She looked at me and I thought I saw a tear run down her cheek. Then she smiled up at one of the big black men. She looked back at me, I said, "Grace, are you sure this is what you want to do?"

She looked back at me. "I guess so."

Both blacks glared at me. I said, "This is the end of our marriage then." I pulled my Mossberg 12 Ga. shotgun from behind my back. "OK, everyone sit down, NOW! Just be cool, and no one will get hurt too bad. I am very good with this gun. I will have no trouble shooting the cock and balls right off of you. You might live through it." I saw the muscles of the nearest black shift and I pointed the gun at his face. "Hey, I was lucky to escape and save my wife from a brutal rape, too bad both of you will have your heads blown off and Jan and Frank will get shot by accident in the confusion. Damned shame!"

Frank moved in front of Jan, "Mike, please don't hurt Jan. She didn't hurt anybody."

"Bullshit, I think this was all her doing, she sissified you didn't she? I'll give you this, It took guts to stand in front of Jan. That is true love. I think you wasted your love, as I did, on some one who has no love for you. If you love someone you don't make him into a sissy cuckold. That shows the opposite, a complete lack of feeling and respect for you, except as a piece of trash she could throw away any time she wanted. Love? Shit, I wouldn't let anyone do this to my worst enemy!" 

My shotgun blasted. Ali dropped to the floor. "Next time you move I'll kill you. Don't try me. I can kill all of you in seconds. Grace, pick up the phone and dial 911. NOW! Before I think about what you wanted me to do for your amusement."

Grace sobbed, "I don't know what you were supposed to do."

"Grace I don't believe you, you know I was supposed to suck the cock of your bull and get him all nice a slippery for you, and then get you ready for him by licking your pussy and getting it nice and slippery for him so I could take my hand and put his cock in your pussy for him. I guess you would have gotten a good laugh from that, right? I also noticed that you withdrew about $12,ooo from our savings, right?"

"No, I gave them five checks for fifty each. I didn't think you would notice."

"Well, babe they took out one for $50, two for $500, and two for $5,000. They boosted your checks. Now dial that number."

She stared at me with her mouth wide open. Then she said, "I never thought you would do that, they said you would willingly do what they wanted. They said you wanted this too. They said this would relax you and we would spend more time together, that you wanted to serve me. I never needed anyone but you Mike."

"Sorry Babe, that doesn't wash. You already fucked Ali didn't you?"

"I think so, I was drunk and I don't know how far I went." 

"SHUT UP AND DIAL THAT NUMBER! These Bulls are trying to think of a way to jump me. That will get at least one of them killed. Is that what you want, his blood will be on your hands. My blood will be there too."

"Your blood?"

"Yeah girl. You were my whole reason for living, now that is gone. Nothing matters anymore. I am dead inside. I am a corpse looking for a place to drop when this is over. I am sorely tempted to kill the whole rotten bunch of you. Jan I guess you are real proud you killed our marriage and me with it. Frank you helped her do it. You are all nuts. Where did all this bullshit come from. This is fantasy stuff, it was never meant to be real. It was only imaginary sex dream stuff. This is just a scam to get these so called bulls a way to fuck a lot of married white women. It worked. Ah! Someone is knocking on the front door, must be the law, go let them in Frank. No tricks or someone will get hurt."

Two black cops burst into the bedroom, pointed pistols at me and yelled for me to drop my gum. I did. They smiled, and greeted Ali and his buddy. Ali picked up the shot gun and pointed it at me, "Now you white honky mother fucker I am going to blow you away. He pointed the shotgun at my chest and Grace jumped in front of me as he pulled the trigger. There was an anticlimactic click as the hammer rammed the firing pin into the empty chamber. There was a stunned silence.




Cuckold Story



Hello. My name is Jim and my wife's name is Susan.

This is the story of how I willingly continue to let another man fuck my beautiful wife while I watch. Does that make me a cuckold? I really don't know. I'll leave that up to you to decide.

From what I have read on this website, a cuckold is a husband who encourages his wife to take on a lover. The cuckold, if he has sex at all, is allowed to have it only with his wife. In some stories, the wife and the other man, a.k.a. the "bull", may have sex without the husband being present. In other stories, the husband is there, but he just watches. In most cases, the husband is described as a sorry wimp who is totally subservient to his wife. He gets off by knowing that another man is screwing his wife, but he feels guilty and humiliated after the deed is done. Often, the cuckold has a small cock or he is sexually impotent. The bull is usually quite virile and has no problem at all bringing the wife to orgasm multiple times.

I should preface this story by telling you that the events that occurred did not take place all of a sudden and out of nowhere. My wife and I have been happily married for more than ten years and, until recently, we never even considered swinging (although we had occasionally talked about it). We always looked down at it as something immoral and taboo. That was something that other people did, not us. But, over a period of time, we gradually became less judgmental.

Although we disapproved of swinging, that didn't stop us from fantasizing about having sex with other people. I fantasized about watching my wife receive a full body massage from another man. The massage would include her breasts and pussy. No part of her body would be left untouched. He would rub her all over, but he wouldn't fuck her. She fantasized that she was with a good looking muscular stud. (She even imagined that he was bald!) She would tie him to the bed posts and tease the hell out of him with a feather or her long straight black hair. Often, I would ask her, "What if he wanted to do this or do that?" The fantasies were harmless fun because but we never seriously intended to act on them.

One day, we finally decided that we would act on some of our tamer fantasies. I'm still not sure that I fully understand how we finally got to that point, but I do know that we wanted to have some fun and add a little spice to our sex lives. We considered things very carefully and agreed that we would limit ourselves to activities such as "watch and be watched" or a sensual massage exchange. What could be the harm in that? However, as you will see, things soon progressed much further than either of us had ever anticipated and I am now in a situation where my wife is getting fucked regularly by another man.

I might as well start with the profile that I posted on a well known swingers web site.

"Long time happily married couple. I guess you could say we're tame, but not completely. Soft play is where we're at. We are interested in establishing intimate friendships with people who are positive and sincere. The friendship is more important than the sex. We would like to get to know you as a person.

Wife is thirty-five years old and is attractive with long black straight hair. Her lips are very soft and kissable. She has a cute little petite body with nice breasts. Her feet are little too. Husband is thin and not muscular or macho.

We are very concerned about STDs. That is a big reason why we don't do things that are very risky. Using one's hands to touch or excite each other could be okay, but anything much more than that would be pushing our limits.

My wife enjoys a nice massage although she does have definite limits. May consider a single male who would like to massage my wife. The massage should be a real one where you take the time to please her and not just a prelude to having sex. We don't expect you to be a professional masseur, but the massage should be more than a quick feel. Concentrate on her feet, legs, and back first."

A few days later, we received an email. It included a few pics of a nice looking guy, probably in his early forties. He was nude in a couple of the pics, but nothing too sexual. He looked like he was in very good shape with muscular arms and legs. Also, according to his profile, he was five feet nine inches tall and weighed 190 pounds, which would make him a very good match for my wife. (We were hoping to find someone who wasn't too tall because she is only five feet.)

"Hello im Kinda new and not a bed jumper so if your looking for a nice gentleman that will respect your limits lets meet for a drink that includes coffee. Do u think the wife can u a nice oil massage"

I replied, "Thank you very much for the email and for opening up your pics. My wife does like a nice massage. It should be a real one where you take the time to rub her legs and back and buttocks, chest, and thighs. If she likes you, then the massage may be full body, but she has limits as to what she may allow you to do, especially until she gets to know you better. We are comfortable being nude and you could be nude too. Is this something that you would be interested in? Would you be willing to go slow and respect her limits?"

"Hello and yes I can go slow and always respect her limits"

"Are you able to host?"

"well if she don't mind a single guys place and we need oils I can. Can u open your pics please"

"We don't mind a single guy's place. We have lotions so you won't need to provide. I need to discuss with my wife before I open our pics. What we usually do is to meet the person first just to talk."

So, that's how we got to meet David. We met at a local tavern on a Friday evening and had the fried perch dinner. He seemed a bit nervous and awkward at first, but my wife's warm smile soon settled him down. I could tell that she was physically attracted to him. When he invited us over to his apartment for a massage, my wife quickly said "Yes". We had lotions and towels with us just in case.

Meeting 1: Susan receives a nice massage.

When we arrived at David's place, we weren't too impressed. His house was clean but sparsely furnished as you might expect for a single guy. The sofa and chairs in the living room weren't very comfortable. We shared a bottle of wine that David had bought for us and talked for a while. He told us that he got divorced over five years ago and his eight year-old son was living with his mother. It didn't sound like it was a very happy separation. After a little while, David offered to give Susan a massage. He led us to his bedroom and showed us where the bathroom was.

Surprisingly, my wife didn't hesitate at all about taking off all her clothes. Maybe it was the wine that helped to get her in the mood. She stood there stark naked in front of David and me. I could tell from the smile on her face that she was enjoying being an exhibitionist. You should have seen the look on David's face too. I think he was smitten with Susan's beauty. She laid down on the bed on her stomach so that David could massage her back first.

David took off his clothes and then he proceeded to give her a really nice massage. He massaged the back of her legs, thighs, butt, and her back and shoulders with his strong arms and hands. She really loved that!

She said, "Oh, that feels good! I take it I'm not the first woman you've given a massage too."

He replied, "I used to do that for my ex-wife."

"It feels wonderful, especially on my shoulders. They get awfully sore from work."

"What do you do?"

"I work for a beverage company and I do a lot of lifting."

"You're a tiny little thing. How can you do all that lifting?'

"I'm stronger than you think! That's one good thing about my job. I get a lot of exercise."

David was taking his time to make Susan feel good. So far, the massage was more therapeutic than anything else. Susan then turned onto her back so that David could do her front.

That's when things got more sexual.

David massaged Susan's entire front, including her little feet, legs, and thighs. Then he started to massage her chest, gently stroking with the palms of his hands from her clavicle bones downward across each breast and out to the side, being careful not to hurt her nipples. He also massaged each breast individually causing her light brown colored areolae to get all scrunched and her dark nipples to get very swollen and erect. The look on Sue's face told me that she was enjoying this very much.

Susan kept chatting non-stop all the while that David was massaging her breasts. I think the reason why she was talking so much was because she was nervous.

I told her, "You should be concentrating on what David is doing to you!"

Susan giggled, "I know you're right."

David moved his hands down a little lower and gave her a belly rub, gently massaging her lower abdomen just above her pubic area.

I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. Was David going to massage Susan's pussy or was he going to massage her legs some more?

All of a sudden and without warning, David started to do oral to Sue's pussy.

I firmly told him, "Please don't do that! Oral sex is off limits!"

He immediately stopped when I told him to and didn't try it again, so it wasn't really a problem for us at all. Maybe I didn't make that clear enough to him previously when we exchanged emails. I told him now that if he wanted to "massage" my wife's "vaginal area" using his hands that would be okay, but no oral. I had brought some KY lotion specifically for that.

David started to massage Susan's pussy with the KY lotion. First he got her pussy lips all wet with the lotion. I remember how they were all glistening wet! David also applied some KY lotion around her clit and gently stimulated her there too. Susan squirmed when he did that.

David continued to massage Susan's pussy lips and clit for quite some time. I knew that from where he was positioned, he could see her pink wetness inside.

After exciting her pussy on the outside, David penetrated her inside with his finger. David's fingers were longer than mine so I knew he could feel her deep inside. He seemed to know just how to stimulate the right spots because Sue started to breathe faster.

I could tell that Susan was trying to resist revealing how sexually excited she was getting. I think maybe this was because she didn't know David very well. She is normally shy until she gets to know someone and now this almost total stranger was feeling her most private area. She was trying to maintain some control, but, the more David stimulated her and the wetter she got, the more difficult it was for her to resist his touch. I think she finally just closed her eyes and let herself surrender her pussy to what David was doing.

She was now starting to moan in pleasure.

"Oooh. That feels so good!"

David continued to finger fuck Susan. He must have found her G-spot, because she was moaning like crazy now.

David asked, "Do you like what I'm doing?"

"Ooooh. Yes! Please don't stop!"

David wasn't about to stop. He continued to stimulate her pussy with his finger, this time thrusting it in and out, getting her more and more excited. She was breathing faster and faster and moaning like crazy until, suddenly, she climaxed.

David paused for a few moments after Susan orgasmed, giving her a chance to recover, but then he continued finger fucking her some more, causing her to climax multiple times. He didn't stop until she was thoroughly satisfied.

When it was all over, she sat up and thanked him and gave him a kiss.

That evening, I was so horny! My wife and I had a really good fuck. But, I have to confess that afterwards I felt anxious and a bit jealous like maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I tossed and turned for most of the night and didn't get very much sleep. It took me probably about three days before I was able to settle down.

I reasoned that, although my wife had been finger fucked by another man, it wasn't as if she had let him penetrate her with his penis. My problem was that I had seen a powerful physical attraction between David and Susan that led me to believe that, if the two of them got together a second time, Sue might want David to do more than just finger fuck her. 

My other concern was that I did not feel much of a personal connection with David and that I had been mostly a passive participant looking in from the outside. On the other hand, David was a nice guy and he was very respectful and considerate. I had no complaints about him or how he had behaved and could find no real fault with him. What was important was that Susan liked him and was looking forward to repeating the experience. She said that, as long as David was willing to respect her boundaries, then everything would be fine.

Meeting 2: David kisses Susan on the lips. She plays with his cock.

A few weeks later, I sent an email to David and arranged for a second meeting. The first massage had been limited to David using his fingers to penetrate Sue's pussy. There hadn't been any kissing on the lips. I discussed this with Susan and she thought it would be okay if David wanted to kiss her. Some couples draw the line at kissing. They keep that for themselves. It's kind of strange how it may be okay for a woman to allow another man to have sex with her, but that kissing would be off limits.

To tell you the truth, I had mixed feelings about it. Kissing was something personal that only my wife and I did. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt it would be okay, especially since they would only be kissing and not fucking. I mentioned to David in an email that, if he wanted to kiss Susan, soft kisses would be okay, but no deep kissing. He wrote back thanking me for letting him know and that, if I didn't mind, maybe he would try it.

So, this time I watched as they kissed. The way it happened was, Susan was lying on the bed while David was massaging her front. He had started with her feet and legs and gradually moved further up her body, massaging her belly and breasts.

He asked, "Would it be okay if I kissed you on the lips?"

Susan replied, "Yes. That would be okay."

At first, the kisses were very soft and sensual. I could see that this was a very big turn on for Susan, because she pulled David closer and let him kiss her harder. They were still nice kisses though. It wasn't as if he was sticking his tongue inside her mouth or anything like that.

I admit that I felt kind of jealous when I saw them do that, but I was still okay with it. The massage was otherwise similar to the first one with David finger fucking Susan and causing her to orgasm.

After David got done massaging Susan, she offered to give him one. This wasn't unexpected as Susan and I had discussed this earlier. It was only fair that she would return the favor. She massaged his back first including his buttocks. She's such a little thing that she had to work hard to apply enough force. When she was done working on his back, she had him turn over so that she could do his front

She massaged his legs and thighs and then she massaged his chest. By this time, David's cock was fully erect and was sticking up in the air like a flag pole. I couldn't believe how excited he was! His cock must have been at least eight inches long and very thick around. It was definitely a lot bigger than mine. I think Susan was probably wondering how such a big cock would feel inside of her. 

What happened next is still a bit of a surprise to me. I don't know if she planned to do it all along, but I watched as my sweet and innocent wife put her fingers around David's cock and began to gently stroke it up and down.

She said, "You know, I'm not used to playing with another man's cock like this."

He replied, "You're not?"

"No. Other than Jim's, yours is the only one I've gotten to touch. Does this feel okay?"

"Yes, but if you keep that up, I'm not going to last very long."

"That's okay. I'm glad it feels good."

This small talk only made David even hornier! To make things worse, Susan was dangling her tits almost in front of his face. This was certainly a reversal of roles for Susan. She was being a playful tiger.

Of course, David was enjoying every moment of this. What man wouldn't like a beautiful sexy woman dangling her naked tits in front of him and playing with his cock? Susan paused long enough from stroking him to lower her tits even closer, letting David suck on her nipples. She also let him squeeze her ass. She then resumed stroking his cock, this time moving her hand up and down faster and faster until he suddenly ejaculated, squirting cum all over her hand and chest.

She smiled and asked, "Did you like that?"

And then she bent down and gave him another kiss.

This time, I was so horny that I couldn't wait until I got home to make love to my wife. Susan and I laid down on the bed together. I pulled her onto her side facing me and we were kissing. Then I got on top of her and thrust my cock inside of her. Her pussy was so hot and wet! I thrust my cock in and out, in and out, until I came, squirting my sperm deep inside of her. Then I rolled of her, struggling for a moment to catch my breath.

That night, I felt anxious, but not too bad. It was certainly better than the last time. Although I tried to reason that nothing much had really happened beyond Susan and David kissing and Susan jerking him off, I still felt uneasy. All of our activities were kept within safe boundaries with little risk of Susan catching anything. Plus, I took more of an active role this time, making love to my wife while David watched. That was very exciting for me. No one else had ever witnessed Susan and me doing something that is normally so private. Susan was my wife and not David's and she belonged to me.

Of course, I discussed all of this with Susan.

She said, "If you feel anxious and upset, then maybe it would be better if we stopped meeting with David."

I replied, "No, it will be okay. Besides, you like him don't you?"

"Yes, I wouldn't mind seeing him again, but I'm more concerned about you getting upset and not being able to sleep."

"I'll be alright. You know, I have no problem at all with how he has behaved. I just wish I felt more of a personal connection with him. The important thing is that you like him."

Within a few days, my anxiety and misgivings faded and I was again feeling much more at ease. 

Meeting 3: Susan Performs Oral on David.

In the weeks leading up to our next meeting with David, Susan, and I continued to discuss what we wanted to see happen. So far, the most that had happened is that he had fucked her with his fingers and she had given him a "happy ending" with her hands. We decided that we wanted to move things along, but we still wanted to keep things safe. That's when I suggested that maybe Sue could perform oral on David.

She replied, "I could do that, but I'm worried that I might catch something." 

"I'm concerned too, but if you do it using a condom that would make it a lot safer. You just have to be careful."

"I don't think I want to use a condom. That would taste awful!"

"No it won't. You can use one that's not lubricated. They also make condoms that are flavored."

"Okay. Why don't you see what you can find and I'll give it a try."

So, I purchased some strawberry flavored condoms on the internet. Sue really likes strawberries.

She asked, "Are you sure you won't have a problem with me doing this?"

"Yes. I'm sure. I'll be fine."

When the time came for our session with David, Sue was ready to use the condoms. (Of course, she had tried them out on me first!) She told David to lie on his stomach. She massaged the back of his legs and thighs and then she moved up to his ass. She spent a lot of time squeezing his firm ass. I could see that she was getting rather excited at that point and I thought she was going to get on top of him and start to hump his rump. I'm glad she didn't do that because I don't know what would have happened next. She massaged the rest of his back including his shoulders and then she had him turn onto his back.




Cuckold Story



Next, she massaged his feet and legs. By the time she moved her hands up to his knees, his cock was standing up like a flag pole. I have to admit that David's cock looks really nice when it gets erect. If a guy likes to look at another guy's cock, does that make him gay? I don't think so. I think it's normal to want to look.

Susan didn't say anything about David having an erection and continued to massage him without any interruption. She didn't touch his genitals at all, choosing to massage his arms and chest instead.

Finally, Susan bent down and gave David a kiss.

She giggled, "I can't believe how horny you are! All I'm doing is massaging your legs and chest! 

David replied, "Sorry. I can't help it."

"That's okay. I'm flattered that it's so easy for me to get you so excited."

She massaged him for a few more minutes and then she said, "Jim and I were talking about me sucking on your cock. Would you like that? The only thing is that I would need to use a condom."

"Yes. That would be great!"

"Okay."

That's when Susan took a condom and slid it onto David's erect cock. She put his cock into her mouth, first taking in only the head, but then more of the shaft and then she began sucking on him. David was in heaven when she did that. Sue was really enjoying it too. She also played with his balls using her hand.

I could see that David was breathing faster and faster.

It didn't take long before David suddenly ejaculated, squirting cum inside the condom. Fortunately, the condom captured all the sperm so Sue was still safe. She quickly disposed of the condom and washed her hands. Then she gave David another kiss.

Meeting 4: David is allowed to do oral on Susan.

Over the next few weeks, Susan and I discussed the possibility of letting David do oral on her. Cunnilingus had been completely out of the question when we first met David, but now Susan felt much more comfortable with the idea. Her only concerns had to do with safety. She didn't want to catch an STD. Sue was ready to let him do oral if her health concerns could be addressed. She suggested that I discuss it with David first.

I exchanged a few emails with David. This is what he wrote:

"You know, I would love to do oral on Susan, but I understand her concerns about catching something. Please tell her that I honestly think that she doesn't need to worry. I saw my doctor a few weeks ago and I checked out clean. Also, please tell her that I'm very good at giving oral and would do my best to make her feel good. I'm sure Susan won't be disappointed."

I showed the email to Susan and she agreed that it was unlikely that she would catch anything from David. Now that she had gotten to know him a lot better, she was ready to take a chance and let him try it.

That having been decided, Susan received oral sex from David for the very first time.

David began by sucking on Susan's feet and toes.

She giggled, "That's different. No one, not even Jim, ever did that to me before!"

He replied, "I really like your feet."

"Do you?"

"Yes. They're so little."

He sucked on her feet some more and then he kissed and sucked on her legs from her ankles up to her knees. Sue really enjoyed all this attention to her feet and her legs.

Things got a bit more serious when David began to suck on her inner thighs just above her knees. He sucked on them all the way up to her groin. I thought that he was going to start sucking on Susan's pussy lips, but he instead moved his mouth above that area and began playfully licking on her belly button.

When he was done with her belly, David moved up higher and began kissing and sucking on Susan's tits. By now, her nipples were swollen and erect (the more to suck on!) and her face was flushed. David spent quite a bit of time on each breast, using his fingers to gently stimulate and squeeze one nipple while he sucked on the other one. Then he started kissing her on the lips and sucking on the side of her neck.

She exclaimed, "You had better not give me a hickey! I don't want anyone at work to see that."

That didn't deter David from doing what he was doing. He kissed her on the lips and sucked on her neck some more and then he moved his mouth further down and began sucking on her tits again. Then he licked and sucked on her belly some more, moving his mouth down to her lower abdomen just above her pussy.

Having thoroughly tasted Susan almost everyplace on her body from her toes to her neck, it was finally time for David to concentrate on her genital areas. He knew from playing with her before that her pussy would be sopping wet from all the foreplay, but had never gotten to taste that wetness with his tongue and lips.

David positioned himself on the bed so that his face was right in front of Susan's pussy.

At first, he just kissed Susan on her outer pussy lips, but then he began to gently lick them up and down their length, making them all wet and glistening. He took his time licking them up and down, up and down. He sucked on them too. Then he used his fingers to gently separate the lips apart so that he could lick and suck the inner lips too. David also used his fingers to finger fuck her for a while.

Susan was definitely enjoying what David was doing to her. 

It was at that point that David started to lick around Susan's clit in small circles. I could see that her clit was swollen from the excitement. Then he started to lick right on her clit.

She almost screamed when he did that! 

"Ooh. Don't stop. That feels so good!"

Encouraged by Susan's response, David wasn't about to let up. He kept licking her clit, getting her all excited. His oral skills were amazing! It was obvious that he had done that before. David began to suck on her clit too.

By now Susan was moaning and squirming in pleasure. I couldn't believe how turned on and excited David had gotten her! My loving wife was losing her inhibitions.

"Ooooh".

I could tell by the look on her face that she was getting awfully close to climaxing. Of course, David knew this too. His licking and sucking was getting more intense. He was eating her pussy out completely now, enjoying every minute of it.

And suddenly, just like that, Susan screamed in orgasm!

But, that wasn't the end of it. David continued sucking on her pussy, causing Susan to orgasm multiple times. By the time he was finally done with her, she lay on the bed with a smile on her face, exhausted, but satisfied.

I have to admit that, later that evening after Susan and I got home, I had some misgivings about what had happened. There was still a chance that Susan could have caught something from David, but I reasoned to myself that the risk was very remote.

Susan said, "I can tell that you're upset. If you don't like what happened between David and me today, then we don't have to do that again."

I replied, "It's not that. I'm glad that you had a good time. I'm just concerned that you could have caught something."

She replied, "Don't worry. I'll be okay. But maybe we should wait a few weeks before we get together with David again."

"No. I'm okay with it."

"Okay, just so long as you're sure about it."

"Yes. I'm sure."

Meeting 5: David is allowed to fuck Susan.

Six months had passed since our first meeting with David and, with each new encounter, Susan had allowed him do more and more. She had even sucked his cock (using a condom) and let him do oral on her. I still couldn't believe that my normally shy wife would act so uninhibitedly with another man. She liked David a lot and enjoyed being sexual with him. She also trusted him and felt very comfortable with what they were doing.

I also felt more comfortable with the situation. I remembered how upset I had gotten after the first meeting but, as each new barrier was broken, I found myself looking forward to seeing just how far Susan would allow herself to go. I was excited by the idea of Susan losing her all of her inhibitions with David.

That's when I again brought up the subject to her of her letting David fuck her.

She said, "I can't believe you're talking about letting David have sex with me! Are you sure you want to let him do that?"

I replied, "Yes. I've been thinking about it a lot."

"I've been thinking about it too, but you're my husband. I would never do anything like that unless you were alright with it."

"Don't you want to have sex with him?"

"It's not a question of my wanting to have sex with him. You know that I like David. It's more a matter of what you think."

"All I'm saying is that, if you wanted to have sex with him, I would be okay with it."

"I'm not so sure about that. I've seen you very anxious before and sometimes you have trouble sleeping."

"Yes. You're right. But usually I'm only upset for a couple of days and then I'm okay."

"This is different. We're talking about him fucking me!"

"Look. David would need to wear a condom and he would need to be careful that he wasn't being too rough. And, as soon as he ejaculates, he would need to pull out carefully, making sure that none of his cum gets inside of you. If he does all of that, I think the risk would be very low."

"Aren't you afraid that you'll be jealous? I know I would be if I saw you making love to another woman."

"No. I'll be alright."

"Let me think about it for a while."

"Okay".

I dropped the subject for a few days until Susan brought it up again.

She said, "If you're absolutely sure that you won't get upset or jealous, then you can go ahead and tell David that if he wants to have sex with me, it'll be okay. He just needs to understand what you said about using a condom."

I exchanged some emails with David.

He wrote, "Hey, Great! That is a bit of a shock to me as I really wasn't expecting it. You can be sure that I'll be very careful with Susan, seeing how it has taken this long for the two of you to trust me enough to allow me to do this. I know that she is your most prized possession. Thank you so much for sharing her with me. You know, I consider myself more of a giver than a receiver. I'm much more concerned about making Susan feel good than getting myself off. I promise that I'll be very gentle with her. I think it's very unlikely that the condom would tear or that we would have any other problem."

So, that's how Susan and I decided to progress to the ultimate step of letting David have intercourse with her. We made plans to meet with David the following Saturday.

Before we went over to David's place, Susan took a shower and washed her hair. She came out of the bath room wearing nothing but a towel. She looked so sexy with her long straight black hair all dripping wet. I could tell that she was getting ready for her hot date with David.

She walked right up to me where I was sitting and smiled.

She asked, "How do I look?"

"You look just beautiful!"

"Do I?"

"Yes!"

I pulled her close and started kissing her. Then I pulled her towel off and started sucking on her tits and squeezing her ass. I also played with her pussy using my fingers.

She exclaimed, "Hey! You had better behave yourself."

Susan tried on a few different outfits before she finally finished getting dressed. She put on a red cotton blouse and a short black skirt. She also put on some red lipstick.

When we arrived at David's, everyone was all smiles. We shared a little wine and just talked for a while. Susan was talking and giggling quite a bit. I could tell that she was a bit nervous in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Despite her nervousness, it was obvious that Susan really wanted to be fucked by David. She excused herself to go into the bathroom and, when she came back out, she was completely naked. She sat down next to me on the sofa and I put my arm around her waist.

The three of us continued to chat while David sat across from us. I knew that he had a really nice view of Susan's inner thighs and pussy even though she modestly kept her knees together for most of the time. Susan affectionately kissed me between her sips of wine. I could tell that she was feeling the effects of the wine because her face and chest were a little flushed. 

Finally, we went into David's bedroom where, after taking off his clothes, David proceeded to give Susan a nice massage. He massaged her back first, from her ankles up to and including her ass. He massaged her shoulders and the rest of her back too. Susan was more relaxed by this time. Then he told her to turn over onto her back.

He massaged her little feet and then he massaged her legs. Then he moved up higher and started to lick her pussy lips. By this time, Susan was squirming and moaning from the pleasure.

Then he laid down next to Susan and pulled her onto her side toward him. They were kissing and making out. I wasn't sure what to think of this as David's cock was now fully erect and pressing on Susan's belly. I was concerned that, despite our previous discussions, he was going to have sex with her without using a condom. I watched what was happening very closely and was prepared to stop him if he were to try that.

David asked Susan, "Is it okay if I enter you with my penis?"

Susan answered, almost in a whisper, "Yes. I want you to, but please be gentle."

"Okay."

That's when I handed David a single foil package containing a Trojan condom. He stood up for a moment so as to put it on.

I watched as he tore open the foil and took the condom out. With a bit of a flare, he carefully slid the condom over his fully aroused penis, covering almost the entire length of the shaft. His cock was very stiff and excited and was sticking up in the air at almost a ninety degree angle.

Susan was staring at David as he put on the condom, anticipating what he was about to do to her. Her face and chest were flushed and she was breathing rapidly. I'm sure than she must have been thinking the same thing that I was. What would it feel like to have David's cock inside of her? Would he take his time with her? She gave me a knowing smile. I think we were both a little nervous.

After putting on the condom, David lay down on top of Susan (but making sure not to put too much weight on her chest and tummy) and started kissing her again. He kissed her on her mouth and neck and then on her mouth again. Susan was kissing him back. At first the kisses were soft, but then they were very hot and passionate. I could tell that Susan was quickly losing any resistance that she might still have had up until then. She squeezed David's ass, pulling him closer, letting him know that she wanted him to penetrate her.

At first, David carefully penetrated Susan with only the head of his penis and a couple of inches of the shaft, making sure that she felt okay, but then he slowly slid his entire cock deep inside of her until she was completely filled.

Susan couldn't help but to let out a gasp.

"Oh."

He asked her, "Does that feel okay?"

She smiled and said, "Yes. It feels fine."

David lay on top of her with his cock all the way inside, but was waiting a few moments before doing too much else, giving her a chance to feel him. He was in ecstasy, having finally penetrated my wife after all this time. They were as intimate as could be. I'm sure that he could feel her wetness inside.

I could tell from Susan's face that she liked having David's cock inside of her. She had a small smile on her face and was obviously enjoying what was happening.

That's when David really began fucking her hard. He thrust his cock in and out, in and out.

"Oooh."

You should have seen the look on Susan's face when he started to do that. She reciprocated by tilting her pelvis upwards, making it easier for David to penetrate her as far as possible.

He fucked her harder and harder. I could see his balls alternately pressing against her pussy, lifting up, and then pressing again as he thrust his cock inside of her pussy faster and faster.

I was a bit taken aback because I thought David would be more gentle. After all, we had discussed the risk of the condom breaking or of some other accident occurring. Obviously, caution had gone by the wayside. They were both fucking with abandon.

Susan was really moaning now.

"Oooh. Don't stop!"

David pounded her without letting up. He definitely was being rougher than I had expected, but Susan was enjoying it. Whatever I may have been thinking about what was happening, things were definitely out of my control and I was powerless to stop them.

David continued to fuck Susan hard. She fucked him back by pressing her pelvis against his.

"Ooooh!"

David continued to fuck Susan, steadily pushing her over the edge, until she suddenly screamed in orgasm.

"Ooooh!"

David kept fucking her, causing her to orgasm again, until he orgasmed too, squirting his cum inside of her (but hopefully catching it inside of the condom). He quickly but carefully pulled out, making sure that the condom did not slip off prematurely.

David lay next to Susan for a minute, catching his breath. Then they kissed some more.

Susan giggled and said, "David, you are a very bad boy!"

"Am I?"

"Yes!"

And then she kissed him again.

Did the condom catch all of his sperm? There was no way that I could know for sure, but I think it did. Thankfully, it did not tear.

Afterwards

That night, I was upset and anxious, but hornier than I had been for quite some time. Susan was horny too. I fucked the hell out of her as soon as we got home.

I knew that we had crossed a line by letting David fuck Susan. There was no going back now even if we wanted to. Susan had felt the pleasure of another man's cock inside of her. Our relationship would never be the same.

Although I was so anxious, I am thinking that the time may come when Susan will allow David to fuck her without using a condom. It will certainly be a while before we let that happen, but it only makes sense that it will happen.

It's all a matter of trust. If we decide that we are confident enough that there's little risk of Susan catching something from David, then she may agree to do without the condom. The condom just gets in the way. Susan agrees that it would be better to have David do it "bareback."

We're just not there yet.

So, Reader, I ask you, does that make me a cuckold?

I don't think so because, although I was mostly passive during Susan's encounters with David, I still thought of her and me as being equal partners. Every time she exceeded her boundaries with David, she asked me about it first. I think maybe she's more of what I would call a "hot wife".

You may ask why I allowed this to continue to happen. I think it was partly because, in the back of my mind, I may have had some doubts and feelings of inadequacy as to the capability of my own sexual performance. I just wasn't as potent as I used to be a few years ago. Another reason is that I like watching my wife being sexually pleased.

Although Susan has always said that she loves me and that she was happy with our love life, I knew that she wasn't being sexually satisfied the way that she should be. It was obvious that David was much more virile than me. It seemed like his cock was hard and ready to go all the time. He was a "bull", but a pleaser, ready to satisfy my wife sexually the way I could not by myself alone. If I couldn't perform so well, then why not let Susan be sexually satisfied by someone else, someone who she liked and trusted? I guess you could think of David as being a kind of "surrogate" for the sexual aspects of our relationship.

Although I was not so physically involved during the meetings, I found myself getting very turned on by watching. By learning to control my jealousy, I was able allow myself to vicariously enjoy each new experience. This was very liberating for me as I always thought that I would be too jealous to ever allow my wife to be so intimate with another man.




Cuckold Story



One very important rule that Susan agreed to so far as David is concerned is that she will not meet with him unless I am present. I don't want my wife playing with any man unless I am in the same room. I also don't want her going out on "dates", meeting him for a drink, going to his apartment alone, etc. That is where I have to draw the line. Susan is still my wife and letting her meet with David without me being there could cause all kinds of problems.

My wife and I are a team in the respect that we set the rules together. In a way, I am the "gate keeper". If David or some other guy would try to do something with Susan that either of us disapproved of, I would immediately tell him to stop. This is very important because, if I weren't there, the other person could try to take advantage of her or, even if Susan wanted him to do something, maybe it was something that I didn't want to happen. This way it's easier to keep things from getting too out of hand.

I should tell you before I close that this isn't the whole story. I didn't tell you everything that happened, like the time David fucked Susan "doggy style" or how she took charge by getting on top of him.

So, what do you think?

Am I a cuckold?

What would you do in this situation?



Cuckold Story - Christina's Revenge



Cuckold Story 3 – Christina's Revenge

Disclaimer: This story may contain bisexual activity, cuckoldry and humiliation. If this offends you please move on to another story. Otherwise, enjoy.



Recently, after a night of creampie cuckold humiliation, I somehow got lucky enough to blow my load in my wife's best friend Christina (see my previous story for details). She told me I was going to pay but I had no idea when or what was in store for me...

"So what should we do tonight?" my wife asked Christina.

"I don't know," my wife responded, "But I am in the mood for some fun tonight if you know what I mean."

"Me too, but I have something to discuss with you first. I'll get straight to the point. I think it's time to cut off your husband completely from having sex with you. He's the one that wanted to be cuckolded in the first place and he keeps saying how lucky he is to have such a hot and sexy wife and how he doesn't deserve to sleep with you. He wants you to crave sex with other people and likes to be dominated and humiliated. I didn't want to say anything to you, but as your best friend I need to tell you I think I saw him checking out another girl when we were at the club the other night. He's your bitch, and I'm here to make sure of it. I think it's time you cut him off and make sure he understands that he is NOT to look at other women and to understand his position."

"He was checking out other women?" my wife asked.

"Yes, I'm sure of it. I think you need to make him pay for it."

"What do you propose?"

"Hmmm... well I know you've been craving to get with your husband's best friend Brad for quite some time now."

My wife looked at Christina and was speechless.

"Don't deny it, I can tell you've wanted him for a long time, even well before you started sleeping with other guys. The timing is perfect, your husband needs to be taught a lesson and you REALLY want to sleep with this guy."

"Do you think he would do it? He's been my husband's friend for quite a while now and I don't know if he even likes me like that."

Christina responded, "Are you kidding? Of course he would do it if you let him know you were available. Haven't you seen the way he looks at you? Every time there was a party you were hanging off him and having a great time and he totally dug you. How couldn't he want you? You're incredibly HOT and totally deserve to get with a guy like that. I hear he's not only very well endowed but knows how to use it. Remember your husband wants you to crave sex and go after it. Who would be better to have sex with than the guy you crave the most?"

"I don't know..."

"You're just being shy because you want him so bad and are afraid of rejection. Trust me, you don't need to worry about that. Now, let's get back to your husband checking out other women and figure out how to really make him pay."

"I really don't like him checking out other girls. That's it, he's cut off for sure. He says he likes to be dominated and humiliated so let's give him what he wants."

"The only thing he's not going to get is your pussy," Christina clarified. "He'll be craving your sex in no time and will be so focused on getting back in bed with you that he won't even think about checking other women out."

"Bastard."

"Hey, what about Brad's fat friend John. I think I could have a little fun with him and I think he's perverted and desperate enough to join in."

"John? He's like 350 lbs and nasty. Yuck."

"Payback's a bitch, your husband is checking out other girls so let's really abuse him and see how he likes it. Let me control John, he'll do anything I tell him. I'll give him a call right away. I can't wait. This is going to be so much fun, and your husband's going to be so jealous that you're sleeping with Brad."

That evening I was sitting in the living room staring at my wife and Christina on the couch as they whispered and laughed together. I could tell something was up but had no idea what was about to come. The door bell rang and to my surprise Brad and John walked in.

"Welcome Gentlemen," Christina said as she got up and welcomed in the guys. "Brad why don't you go keep your friends wife company while I get to know John a little better." Brad went and sat next to my wife on the couch. 

Christina whispered something in John's ear and he blushed in embarrassment. She continued aloud, "John, do what I tell you and I'll make it worth your while." 

He nodded in anticipation. "You know, it would really turn me on if you walked over to my sexy friends' husband and showed him your fat cock." 

He looked over at me as I turned to avoid eye contact. He never liked me very much and seemed anxious to participate. "You see, the little bitch likes to look at things he shouldn't. I caught him checking out another woman the other day when he has an obviously fucking hot wife to stare at. I think he likes looking at other people." She pushed John towards me as the look on his face went from anxious to slightly nervous. 

"Yes," Christina continued, "he needs to be taught that this is unacceptable behaviour." 

John approached me. "Is that right?" he said with a stern voice. "You like looking at things you shouldn't?" 

Christina interrupted, "John, pull out your prick and give him something to look at."

I was stuck with nowhere to go and didn't know what to say. I recalled my last encounter with Christina and realized this was going to be payback. "Fucking bitch," I thought to myself. These were my friends that I hung out with. Christina was not only going to humiliate me in front of my friends but she was going to get them to humiliate me as well. My life would never be the same.

John unzipped his pants, "Christina also told me you've got fantasies of watching your tight wife get fucked by other men." My jaw dropped...

Brad leaned towards my wife as he heard the news. "Really?" he chuckled.

Christina blurted out, "Yes, he's been talking about it for months. He wants his wife to be pleased by a real man and it's obvious she thinks you're hot Brad. It's no secret you've wanted to hook up with each other ever since you met." Brad didn't deny it and neither did my wife. "Why don't you show Brad how a wife acts around the one she wants?" It was apparent my wife was uncomfortable so Christina went and got a few drinks. "Here, sip on these while we watch your cheating husband get what's coming to him. John, pull out your fat cock and stick it in his face. Now."

John did as he was told. He undid his button and dropped his pants. Just the red tip of his fat cock was showing out of his gut as he stood in front of me. 

"That's no fun," Christina said as she came over, knelt down, and seductively blew softly on his crotch. It started to come to life as she looked at me and noticed the bulge growing in my pants. 

"That really turns you on looking at another man's cock, doesn't it? Why don't you show us how much it turns you on?" she continued, gesturing for me to take my pants off. "Do you like looking at cock?" she asked me. 

I sat silent in my chair. 

"Answer me, bitch."

"Y-Y-Yes," I replied. 

"Yes what?" she growled.

"Yes..." I hesitated, "Yes, I like looking at cock."

My wife seemed to be enjoying the humiliation I was receiving as she gave me her now-familiar pathetic loser look. I sunk further into my chair as her eyes glared into mine and told me how much she was going to enjoy getting fucked by my best friend.

"Do you enjoy watching your wife with Brad while you stare at cock?" Christina continued.

"Yes," I confirmed.

"Why don't you take your pants off and show us your pathetic noodle."

I did as I was told and removed my pants. My hard penis was exposed for all to see.

"What a pathetic excuse for a man. How do you expect your wife to get off with that skinny little thing? Surely she deserves better."

"Yes, she deserves better than my little cock," I said. 

Brad appeared to be getting turned on while listening to the conversation and sitting next to my tight wife. I'd caught him flirting with her a number of times before and I knew he'd always fantasized about fucking my wife.

Christina must have noticed as she spoke to my wife, "Why don't you sit on Brad's lap and find out what a real man's bulge is supposed to feel like?" 

My wife was on her second drink and without hesitation twisted her body and put her leg over Brad so she strattled him as they looked each other in the eye. Her hair waved back and forth as she got comfortable.

"How would you like to show your wife how good a cocksucker you are?" Christina asked, turning the attention back to me. "Suck John's cock," she insisted.

I hesitated as she grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into his now fully erect member. John's cock had only grown to about 6 inches but it was almost two inches thick (at least twice as thick as mine). Christina rammed my face into the head of his cock a few times and said, "Open up bitch" as she tugged on my hair. I reluctantly obeyed and she directed my open mouth over the head of his cock. I struggled to breathe as my mouth stretched over his fat cock. "Suck it," she stated again. I slowly started sucking as Christina pushed John's cock down my throat. "Don't stop until I tell you to." I could tell she was enjoying watching me suck on my fat friend's cock as I thought back to the time I got to fuck Christina's hot pussy. My stiff penis twitched. Christina noted, "Wow, you really do like to suck cock. You're about ready to blow your load."

Brad watched in shock as I slurped on John's pole. "You're a cock-sucking bitch!" he exclaimed. I knew at that moment that he didn't care that I was in the room anymore and wouldn't think twice about fucking my wife.

"Brad, why don't you show your new girlfriend how a real man kisses a woman," Christina entertained. 

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Brad leaned into my wife and kissed her lips. I could see my wife's erect nipples showing through her tight shirt as she welcomed his lips to hers. 

"Give him some tongue," Christina encouraged. 

My wife's tongue slipped out of her mouth and met with Brad's as they massaged their outstretched tongues with one another. Brad grabbed my wife's ass as he pulled her closer and stuck his tongue into her mouth. My wife welcomed his tongue and gasped in enjoyment as she rocked back and forth on his bulging member.

Brad pulled away and exclaimed, "Fuck you're hot." 

My wife giggled. Brad went back to work as he locked lips with my wife again and moved his hands up along her sides and cupped her breasts. His hands kneaded her firm breasts and rubbed over her hard nipples. 

"Hmmmm," my wife groaned as he continued to feel her up. 

Christina walked up behind my wife and lifted my wife's shirt over her head. My wife's perfect boobs bounced out for all to see – she obviously hadn't been wearing a bra. Brad ripped off his shirt revealing his ripped upper body and pulled my wife into him as they continued to make out. My wife pushed her firm breasts into Brad's body.

Christina turned her attention back to me again and asked, "How's the fat cock my darling?" My mouth was aching from being stretched over John's thick member for so long and I couldn't respond. "Your wife has quite a body. Isn't it nice to see her getting the attention she needs from a real man?" I nodded in agreement as John shoved his cock further down my throat. 

Christina approached John from behind and slapped his ass. His cock twitched inside my mouth. "John, did you do as I told you and make sure not to shower before you came?" she asked. 

"You bet," he responded. 

"Good," Christina replied and she kicked me square in the balls. "Dirty bitch." 

I choked and pulled away from John's cock as I fell to the floor. Christina pushed me on my back and slapped me across the face, "You know what that's for you little shit." 

Yes, I knew exactly what that was for. 

"John, why don't you have a seat?" Christina instructed as she motioned for him to sit on my face. 

He turned around, knelt down, and sat the crack of his dirty ass on my mouth. 

"Lick it," Christina insisted. 

This was beyond what I figured was acceptable humiliation but I knew better than to disobey so I stuck my tongue out and licked up the crack of John's ass. It was the worst thing I could ever imagine but then it got worse. John grinned and pulled his cheeks apart and forced his asshole over my tongue. I was utterly humiliated as my tongue lapped his colon. 

"That's right bitch, lick that shit hole clean," Christina laughed as she enjoyed my humiliation.

Brad couldn't resist himself as he burst out laughing, "Shit, your husband is sucking John's ass. That's disgusting!"

My wife didn't want to lose Brad's attention and immediately cut in, "Why don't we move to the floor and make out right in front of my cheating husband?"

Christina added, "Yes, Brad, why don't you show your girlfriend the special moves you used to talk about. You know, the ones that make women have really good orgasms."

My wife got up and dropped her pants around her ankles. Her wet bald pussy gleamed in front of him as she stood there totally naked. It was obvious she was over her initial uneasiness around Brad and was ready for a good time. "Yeah, you told me you'd push on a girl's stomach while you were deep inside her to hit her g-spot," my wife said with excitement.

Brad's bulge increased as he got up and focused on my wife's toned body. "Are you sure?" he asked. "It leads to very intense orgasms."

"Of course she's sure," Christina stated. "It's what her hot body has craved ever since she became a woman."

Brad undid his pants and out shot a 10" monster piece of meat. 

"Holy shit," Christina exclaimed, "That thing's fucking huge!"

My wife agreed. She grabbed the remote control, turned on the sound system, and dimmed the lights. She bounced to the beat as she grabbed Brad for a dance. Brad put his arms around my naked wife and pulled her close. My wife's breasts pushed firmly into his chest and her firm ass stuck out as his large penis pushed against her vagina. My wife gyrated her hips back and forth, rubbing the tip of his cock. They ground into each other and kissed as the music played.

After a few songs my sweaty wife collapsed to the floor. She laid on her back with her legs spread open. Brad took the opportunity to kneel between her legs and lay on top of her. His penis pushed against my wife's pussy and the tip of his penis went into her just far enough so that it was surrounded by her lips. My wife moaned in pleasure and said, "Just the tip." He moved his cock up and down her pussy lips and stopped on her clit. He moved his penis just slightly side to side so it tickled her clit. My wife moaned in pleasure and pushed her clit hard against the tip of his cock. "Fuck!" she exclaimed.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as my tongue was aching from licking John's asshole. Christina was definitely turned on and I could tell she wished she was the one getting the attention of Brad's cock right now. She pulled off her shirt revealing her gorgeous boobs. "John, would you like to feel my breasts?"

"Hell, yeah!" he exclaimed. 

She stood in front of John as he licked his lips and reached out and caressed her breasts. 

"Wow, you've got perfect boobs Christina. I can't believe I'm actually touching them!" 

"I've got an equally perfect pussy that I might let you pleasure if you just do one more thing for me," Christina stated. 

John was out of his mind. He was fat and wasn't good looking by any stretch and here he was being offered to get near the pussy of a woman that was a perfect ten. "I'll do anything," he said.

"Well, my friends husband here is still getting off too easy. He's been able to watch his wife and his best friend grind their naked bodies together and she's about to get fucked by his monster cock. By the looks of this husband's pathetic little twitching cock, he's bound to get an orgasm just from watching. Now we can't have that, can we? He's here to get taught a lesson, and I'm not going to let him have the satisfaction of cumming."

"Getting off too easy?" I thought to myself. I was already humiliated beyond imagination. What else could she possibly think of?

"What do you propose?" John asked.

"The one sure way to make sure he can't have an orgasm is to drain his cum," Christina stated.

"What?" John asked.

"What?!!!" I thought to myself.

"I've seen it done before," Christina continued. "We need to stick a finger in his ass and rub on his prostate. The thing is that he needs to be soft so he doesn't enjoy it. His cum will drip out of his cock and then when he's dry he won't be able to orgasm. Go get a glass of ice cubes and stick his cock in it."

John got up off my aching face and went into the kitchen. Christina grinned and said, "I told you I was going to get you back you little cuck bitch. And by the way, this isn't going to feel good at all." She pulled a gag out from under a nearby chair, put it in my mouth, and tied it securely around my head. "I don't need to hear you crying like a little baby," she said.

I couldn't believe what was about to happen.

John returned with a glass full of ice. Christina made me get on my hands and knees and pushed my head into the floor. She made sure I was positioned so I could still watch my wife grind her clit against the tip of Brad's swollen cock. John put the glass under my stomach and Christina pushed my ass so that my hard penis pushed into the ice. It burned as I grimaced in pain.

"John, hold him so he doesn't move." John knelt beside me and pushed on my body so my penis pushed hard into the glass. Within a minute my erection was gone and precum was leaking out of my soft penis. As John pushed my penis further into the ice my precum stuck to the ice and it bonded to the head of my penis. 

"Urgghhh," I moaned through my gag in obvious pain.

Christina laughed and shoved her index and middle finger abruptly into my ass. "Just shut up and take it bitch," she exclaimed. 

She began to rub on my prostate with her fingers and my body relaxed. Within about a minute I felt sort of like I was peeing myself.

John exclaimed, "Holy shit! Cum is coming out!"

Cum slowly trickled out of my frozen soft penis. I laid my head in shame on the floor as I watched my wife. I couldn't believe it actually worked, the cum was draining from my balls and I felt no good sensation.

After a while my balls felt like dehydrated prunes as they dangled lifelessly beside the glass. Christina's fingers continued to stroke down on my throbbing prostate as I felt a substantial pain growing in my midsection.

"Ughhh," I groaned as the pain became worse.

"What's wrong you little cuck? You don't enjoy cumming for me?" Christina tormented. 

She glanced down at my soft cock now drowning in a sea of slightly melted ice and cum. I estimated she had drained about the equivalent of ten full orgasms from my body. 

"Do your poor little balls hurt? How about we ice them down to numb the pain?" She forced my empty balls into the glass. 

My balls dipped in the thick cum-filled ice and my sack hardened like a rock.

"Unnggg," I gasped through my gag.

After a few minutes Christina pulled my balls out of the glass and spread my legs so she had a clear view of my shrivelled frozen nuts. She gave them a good hard flick. 

I grimaced in pain. 

"Wow, those balls are stiff," she commented. She proceeded to make a fist and punched my balls as hard as she could.

"Ayyyyiiiii!" I exclaimed in extreme pain as I felt like my balls had shattered. I collapsed to the floor and rolled over on my side as I laid there humiliated and in utter pain.

"You pussy," Christina said. "You should consider yourself lucky I'm playing with your little balls." She pushed me over on my back and grabbed the glass of cum-filled ice. 




Cuckold Story - Christina's Revenge



"I think it's only fair to give you your cum back." She grabbed my jaw and slowly poured some cum over my gag and into my mouth. I choked as the thick bitter fluid filled my mouth.

"Swallow it bitch," she insisted. I shivered in disgust and swallowed. Strands of my own cum slowly oozed down my throat. She poured the rest of the glass into my mouth and I swallowed it quickly to avoid the awful slimy taste in my mouth.

"What a good little cuck," Christina said. "That's it, drink up your pathetic cum. You like eating cum, don't you?"

I nodded in shame. 

Christina was satisfied and now moved her attention back towards my wife and Brad. "Wow, your wife is really grinding against the tip of Brad's penis. Why don't you take a minute and see the pleasure your wife is getting from your best friend's incredibly manly cock." 

I looked over at my beautiful hot wife and could see the ecstasy building in her eyes as my best friend continued to tease my wife's dripping pussy with his penis.

My wife couldn't take it anymore, she was ready for Brad's cock. She begged Brad to give it to her and he gladly obeyed. He pushed the tip into her vagina and she gasped loudly in pleasure, "Fuck me, Brad, Fuck Me!" 

He slowly pushed all 10 inches into her willing hole and she loved every inch of it. He cautiously starting thrusting in and out of her and asked, "Would you like me to work your G-Spot?"

My wife nodded willingly and he used his hands to push on a spot on her stomach. As he fucked her she screamed in pleasure as his cock thrusted over and over her G-Spot. She grabbed his ass to pull him harder into her and moments later she exploded into an intense orgasm. The pulsating of her pussy drove Brad into climax. "I'm cumming," he proclaimed. He bucked his body and his cock spewed load after load of his manly cum into my wife's womb. She welcomed it deep inside her as she pulled him into her as hard as she could. "Fuck that feels good, fill me up with your cum," my wife pleaded.

"He's going to make her a baby," Christina whispered in my ear. "That's part of the sweet revenge for cumming in me you little bitch; you're lucky I took a morning after pill. And remember how nice I was to let you suck the cum from your wife to try prevent her pregnancy? It's not going to happen this time."

"You bitch!" I tried to exclaim through my gag. 

Christina could tell what I'd tried to say and responded, "What's that you say? Is the cuck just realizing his wife's baby might be conceived from his best friend's cum? I've talked to your wife about this already, you're not going anywhere near her pussy until she's pregnant. You don't deserve her pussy and it's not my fault she happens to have just gone off the pill. You should have thought about that before you decided to piss me off. Besides, you don't want your baby to be a sissy cuck like you now do you? I want you to thank Brad for giving your wife his sperm."

Christina removed the gag from my mouth. I refused to say anything as I could see some of Brad's cum at the entrance of my wife's pussy.

Christina grabbed me by the balls, "Thank him," she insisted.

I reluctantly replied, "Thank you Brad... thanks for satisfying my wife and filling her with your cum."

My wife looked towards me, put her feet up on the couch and lifted her hips in the air so Brad's cum would flow deep inside her womb. I couldn't imagine my wife's perfect tight little body getting pregnant, especially from another man's cum. Was she really serious?

"Now, I think I've got some payment to give to John for being such a good sport." Christina noted.

Christina pulled off her pants and John stared at her gorgeous trimmed pussy."

"Holy shit," John whispered under his breath as his cock stiffened more than ever.

"Lay down," Christina instructed. John laid on his back on the floor next to me and Christina strattled over top of him. She slowly lowered her body over his and let her pussy slide down over his small thick penis. She rocked up and down only a few times and his cock twitched and she pulled away as he ejaculated all over himself.

"That sure didn't take long," Christina commented. 

John just laid there in utter satisfaction.

Christina grabbed me by the hair, "Looks like you have some dessert." 

She pushed my face into his cum, "Eat it," she insisted.

I spent the next couple of minutes licking John's cum from his belly. It was the most awful tasting cum I'd ever experienced.

"Don't forget to clean his cock," Christina mentioned as she watched in enjoyment. I knew better than to resist her instructions and proceeded to wrap my mouth around John's limp cock and suck off the remaining cum. I could taste Christina's sweet juices on John's cock and lapped loudly as I licked his pole.

"Look at how much this little cuck enjoys sucking fat cock," Christina said.

I finished my cleaning duty and pulled away.

"Thanks for the great evening boys," Christina said to Brad and John. "I think it's time you leave. Don't worry, we'll let you know when we're ready for another good fucking."

Brad and John quickly got dressed and left. Christina went over to my wife and whispered in her ear. She then got down on her knees and licked seductively up her tasty vagina.

"Hmmmmm..." She taunted me as she commented on Brad's cum, "Tastes so good."

Christina got up and knelt down over my wife. I could tell she was still horny and she lowered her wet pussy over my wife's face. I couldn't believe it but my wife stuck out her tongue and licked Christina's used clit. I watched as my wife brought Christina to an intense orgasm.

After a moment of satisfaction Christina gathered herself.

"You can sleep in the guest bedroom tonight," Christina said to me. "Your wife and I will be in the master bedroom. We expect a full breakfast in the morning and here..." Christina threw me a pink thong, "Make sure you're wearing this."

They proceeded up the stairs to bed and I sat there and thought back at the crazy night. 

Wow, Christina's revenge was really much worse than I had imagined...



Cuckold Story



I put my arms around Grace. "I think all of you need to know that this house is surrounded by FBI and State Police. We were on to your game. I talked to my brother about my suspicions that Grace was cheating on me. He helped me find the password to Grace's computer, which led us to most of the people in this scheme. It was indeed a hoax invented by a group of black men so they could exploit horny and stupid married white wives and rake in lots of money while doing it. They planned to whore you girls and some of the guys out when they had you addicted to the drugs they were slipping in your drinks. 

"I am wearing a wire and everything is recorded on concealed video cameras too. There are about six more people that are probably in custody by now."

I pushed Grace back a little as more men crowded into our bedroom. "Grace, I have to give you credit for trying to save my life. I am going to have to think long and hard about if there is any way I can ever forgive you or trust you again. I really hope you are not pregnant. I will not raise Ali's child. That will be a big factor, the bulls all agreed they would never wear condoms and would get as many women as possible pregnant." I looked at Frank, "From what I gather from some of the e-mails, I think Jan has already been knocked up by one of the bulls. I guess you will babysit while Jan is out whoring, right. Don't expect any help from the daddy, he is gonna be busy until your baby leaves home." Frank looked at Jan. I turned and walked off to let Tommy and his friends settle things.



Cuckold Striptease Game



I'd forgotten my damn key again. And my wife was taking forever to answer the door. What was she doing in there? 

I was mildly irritated by the time she finally opened up, but before my lips could even form the words to some smart-assed remark about how long I'd been standing there, my senses were overloaded with the sight before me. 

I gave her a once over -- I swear, my wife could make a pimple look sexy. If she farted while we were having dinner with the president, my first reaction would probably be a hard-on. She was like walking, talking, Viagra to me. And that was when she wasn't even trying. 

Without trying to be sexy, my wife was like Isis of Egypt. She couldn't help being a goddess, sexiness oozed out of her pores. And when she was trying to be sexy, she was the equivalent of substituting the ice cubes in your scotch for lava rocks -- that kind of sex appeal that just burns a man to the core as he takes it in. 

But this look was off the charts, even for her. Her tight fitting top hugged her torso like a second layer of skin - I could practically make out the texture of her bra. Her cleavage was propped up and looking like it might be begging for mercy, as if at any moment those two perfect tits were gonna make an escape. Her skirt was obscenely short, the slightest movement of her hips would give me a glimpse of the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings. And the heels practically had their own voice, and they were screaming -- fuck me. 

"Wow, you look..."

"Like a slut?" She returned a playful smile that always let me know that she knew exactly what kind of effect she had on me. "Thanks, that's what I was going for." 

"Your words, not mine. But I love it, whatever you wanna call it." 

"I just felt like looking the part, since I've been playing the part." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" "Take your clothes off, and you'll find out." 

My wife was a puppet master, and I was Pinocchio. The word "no" did not exist in my vocabulary where she was concerned. And this wasn't exactly a secret. 

But she knew the word "no" all too well. As I placed my hands on her hips and went to kiss her, she quickly leaned back, placing a cease-and-desist hand in my face and pushing my head back. "Did I say you could kiss me?" She grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands away from her body. "Did I say you could touch me?" 

"What, I have to ask permission just to kiss you now?" I smiled, as if she were joking. My wife loved to tease me and play little games. I figured it was just a playful act. She wanted to make me squirm a little, and I was used to that. I had never been too proud to beg. 

"Yes, as a matter of fact you do," she stated, firmly. "And what the fuck are you smiling about? You think it's a joke?" Her hand came across my face so swiftly I never saw it coming. 

"What the!? You in a bad mood or something?" I rubbed my burning cheek. 

"Awww did that hurt?" she chuckled, then promptly slapped the shit out of me again, this time stinging the opposite cheek. 

"Yes it hurts!" I whined. 

My wife smiled as she shook her head. "You're such a pussy." 

"What's with you today? Did I do something to upset you?"

"Upset me? Well, other than interrupting me by knocking on the door, no. I'm having the best day ever!" she walked past me, took a seat on the edge of the bed and lit up a cigarette.

"I'm sorry for interrupting you. What were you doing?" 

"Masturbating." 

My eyes got wide. "You...um...what?" 

She smiled devilishly as she picked up a dildo and eyed it affectionately. "You didn't know that your naughty little wife loves to masturbate, did you? Of course not, because I never told you before. There's a lot of things I've never told you. I masturbate every single day. My little friend here was deep inside my tight little pussy hitting places that your tiny little dick has never touched before." 

"But honey, that thing is so....big! I can't believe you like that!" 

"Everything is big compared to you," she rolled her eyes. "How does that make you feel, knowing your wife likes to fuck herself with a big hard cock while you're at work? Hmmmm?" 

"I don't know what to say," I was nearly out of breath. "I never thought...I mean...that you...what else is there that you haven't told me?" 

"Ummm, let's see," she pressed her finger to her lips, giving me the coyest of expressions. "Well, there's so much to tell. Why don't you take your clothes off like I just fucking told you to, and I'll share a few of my dirty little secrets." 

Her piercing eyes were fixated on me as she took long drags of her cigarette. She seemed amused by how visibly shaken I was from her comments. I nervously began to peel away my cloths as she stared at me like a carnival exhibit. 

"Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked, nervously. My wife was always unpredictable, and the devious look on her face concerned me. 

"Just shut up and strip, bitch. Unless you want me to keep all my naughty secrets to myself?" 

"Bitch? What's up with all the derogatory comments, honey? Saying my dick is small, calling me a bitch. I don't know if I like this game," I frowned. 

"Game?" she laughed. "You know you're my little bitch, why can't I just say it? Let's be honest, you're going to do whatever I tell you no matter what, like you always do. So just stop asking questions and be a good little bitch and take those boxers off so I can see that tiny little dick of yours." 

No sooner had my drawers hit the floor, then she started to giggle. "Oh my goodness, it's so small! I can't believe I let you put that pathetic little thing inside of me! No, move your hand, don't try to cover it up, let me see it!" 

"Ha, ha, ha, are you done joking around?" I got defensive. 

"Who's joking?" she cackled, "ok, ok, ok, I'll give it a rest for now. Come here, sweetie...Wait," she held out her hand like a stop sign as I started towards her. "Get on your knees." 

I looked at her quizzically. "Seriously?" 

"On your hands and knees and crawl, bitch." 

I did as told, having no idea where this game was going. When I reached her she already had a pair of handcuffs dangling from her finger. She ordered me to turn around, and promptly cuffed my hands behind my back. She stood up, grabbed a fistful of my hair and proceeded to walk me across the room on my knees to a chair. "Take a seat, bitch," she said, firmly. 

She straddled my lap and pressed her body into mine, first teasing me with her breasts in my face, then standing up, lifting her skirt and pressing her panty covered pussy against my lips. "I had...the...biggest...cock, inside of there today."

"Say what?" I gasped. 

My wife plunged back down into my lap and pressed her lips into mine, feeding me her slippery tongue for a passionate kiss. "If you be a good little bitch for me, you get presents, like that kiss. If you whine, complain, or otherwise piss me off, you know what you're gonna get?" 

I shook my head, unable to speak. 

She spit in my face, once, then twice, then slapped me. "That's what. Understand?" 

"Yes," my voice was shaky. 

"Good. Now I have something to tell you. I think you're gonna like it, and if not, well, tough shit. This is the way it is." she reached between my legs, grabbed my dick and began to stroke it slowly as she leaned over and purred into my ear, "I've been such a little slut, baby. While you've been off at work, I've been spreading my legs for everyone you know. How does that make you feel?" 

"You're not serious?" 

"Judging by how hard your pathetic little cock is getting, I'd say you enjoy that thought," she paused, then slapped me, "and don't ask me if I'm serious, just answer the question I asked you, bitch." 

"Well, I, I, I don't know. You just dropped that one me like a pile of bricks." 

"Oh, please. Don't act surprised. You know how horny I get, and you have to know that you have never once pleased me with your tiny little cock. What's a girl supposed to do? Remember the other night when we were talking about our fantasies and you admitted that you thought it would be hot to watch another man fuck me?" 

"Yeah, but...we were speaking hypothetically...at least I thought we were." 

My wife shook her head. "I've been fucking other people for the entire time we've been married. You're wife is a dirty little slut. How does that make you feel, huh?" 

"Oh, fuck," I groaned as she tightened her grip on the stick and began stroking it faster.

"It turns you on, doesn't it? Admit it." 

"It turns me on, baby," I panted. 

"I knew it would. Even before we had our little talk, I found all of those porn sites you like in your browsing history. Cuckold this, and cuckold that. You were just dying to be my little cuckold bitch, weren't you?" 

"You saw those?" I couldn't hide the 'oh shit' look on my face. 

"That's right. I really liked them too. Not only do I get to fuck anybody I want, anytime I feel like it, but I get to make you the sissy little bitch I always knew you were, and best of all, I don't have to waste my time pretending to like having sex with you. I swear, it was like Christmas when I found out you were into this!" 

"What are you saying?" 

"No more pussy for you!" she smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead like a consolation prize. 

"Wait a minute. Ok, I admit I get off on the idea of you fucking other men. But I wasn't looking to get cut off from sex! I mean all that sissy stuff, that was just..." 

My wife silenced me with another kiss as she continued to keep me rock hard with her hand. "Don't worry, you'll get used to being my bitch. You see, you can't do this half way. It's all or nothing. And I know you don't want me to stop being a naughty little whore, now do you? Hmmm?" 

The way she was working my cock over I was in no position to disagree. "No," I gulped. "Don't stop. I love you being a slut." 

"I'm not going to stop regardless. I need a real man to fuck me. I have absolutely no use for this pathetic little cock of yours. The only question is if you're going to be included or not. And if you want me to share my dirty little stories of how I cheat on you, or if you ever want to see another man shove his big hard cock in my tight little pussy, then you have be a good little cuckold bitch. Understand?" 

"Yes, baby. I'll do anything you want. Just please don't cut me off from sex!" 

"You're asking a lot, you know? If I'm going to even consider ever letting you fuck me again, you're gonna have to prove to me that you know how to be a good bitch." 

"Whatever you say, baby. Anything!" I pleaded. 

She was stroking me fast and furious, keeping me right on the edge as she demanded, "You are not allowed to cum right now. If you cum, this conversation is over." 

"I...I understand," I said, fighting the urge to release. 

"I want you to know that I've been sleeping with all of your friends. I've been spreading my legs for your boss too, and most of your co-workers. I also sucked off every good looking guy in our apartment building. And they all fuck me so much better than you." 

"When you said everyone I know, I didn't think you meant...I mean...oh fuck...you're..." 

"Humiliating you? Yes, I know. That's part of the fun! We all had a good laugh when I told them how small your dick is and how you can't satisfy your wife. So no need to keep pretending you're a man, they all know what a little bitch you are, and they definitely know who runs things around here." 

"This isn't what I had in mind when I agreed to this." 

"Then why is your cock so hard? Why do you want to cum so bad right now? Just swallow your pride and admit what you are, my little cuckold bitch. Say it out loud, you'll feel better. Come on now." 

"I'm your cuckold bitch," I moaned. "Baby, I wanna fuck you so bad right now. Please. Please just let me. I need it." 

"Oh no, you aren't getting any that easy. Remember what I said about proving yourself?" 

"Just tell me what to do, please," breathed. "Anything you want." 

"Perfect," she released my dick and stood up. She raised her skirt and pushed the front of her panties to the side and pressed her clit against the tip of my nose. "I'm gonna see just how far you're willing to go for this tight, hot little pussy. "Get on your fucking knees, bitch." 

I sunk to my knees and she drug me by the hair into the shower. She pulled her panties down from under her skirt, balled them up and shoved them in my mouth. She then raised one leg onto the side of the tub and positioned me so I was directly in front of her staring up at her pussy. 

"We're going to play a little game now, and this is the prize if you win," Kim pulled her skirt up to her waist and parted her lips with her fingers. "Nod if you understand."

I nodded quickly. 

I am going to give you some instructions. If you do what you're told, and perform each task that I ask of you to my satisfaction, you win a piece of my clothing. Simple. Do what you're told, and I take something off. If you get me completely naked, you win, and," my wife paused, rolled her eyes, and sighed, "I'll give you five minutes to do whatever you want with me." 

I started counting articles of clothing. Top, skirt, bra, panties, stockings, shoes. Six tasks, I figured, I could handle that. How hard could it be? I nodded affirmative. 

"Ok then," she smiled devilishly. "Task number one. If you complete it successfully, those panties in your mouth will stay off. Hesitate even for a second to do what I say, and they go right back on. Got it?" 

"Mmm hmmm," I mumbled through her underwear crammed in my mouth. 

"You know Harold from across the hall? He has a huge cock. And everyday before you come from work, I like to suck on it and let him cum in my mouth. He thinks it's hilarious that the first thing you do when you come home from work is kiss me and taste his cum on my lips. But today, while I was sucking our neighbors dick, I got so excited that I just had to have him fuck me. So he banged my little pussy all over our house and, well, usually he'd pull it out and cum all over my face, but then we got an idea to just have him cum in my pussy so that you could clean up after him!" 

"Hmmm!?" I gasped. 

"Ever since reading your cuckold websites I've just been in love with the idea of making you eat my pussy after another man fucked me. This is gonna be so hot. You're gonna eat this cream pie until I cum all over your fucking face, you little bitch. Got that?"

I nodded quickly so not to show exactly how hesitant I was. 

My bride pulled her panties out of my mouth and set them side. The she released me from the cuffs so I could keep my balance. "But before you get started, I have to pee. Now open your mouth." 

Before I could say a word her golden stream erupted and began splashing against my chest. "Get your face in there!" she demanded, "I wanna see it go in your mouth. Drink my piss, bitch." 

I ducked my face into the stream and opened up, letting her fill my mouth. I don't know if I was more humiliated by the fact that I was being used in this way, or by the fact that I didn't hate it like I thought I should. She looked so hot that I found myself subconsciously playing with myself even as her urine ran down my chin. 

When she demanded I lick her clean, I didn't hesitate. While I tongued her pussy and sucked on her clit, I was subjected to vivid stories of her cheating, the men she fucked, the way they fucked her, the kinky things they did together, and she never stopped short of reminding me how much better they were than me. "Even though your pathetic little cock is useless, I'll always have a use for your mouth!" was the closest thing to a compliment I was allowed. 

When I finally brought her to orgasm, she informed me that I'd succeeded in the task set for me, and her panties would stay off. One down, five more articles of clothing to go -- I thought. 

She ordered me to shower and use some mouthwash before coming out of the bathroom, and so I did. After refreshing myself I exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and she was not pleased. 

"Fail!" she slapped me, then swiftly snatched my towel. "Don't try to hide that pathetic excuse for dick from me! And why are you standing up? Fail!" Kim slapped me again. "Get on your fucking knees, bitch. You don't walk upright in my presence! Stay on your knees where you belong!" 

"I'm sorry," I said, dropping to my knees. 

"You got that right. Now, I've picked out a pretty little outfit for you. It's laying on the bed. Put it on." 

I crawled over to the bed and stared at the ensemble in disbelief. Lacy panties, a bra, and thigh-high's? "But this is lingerie!" 

My wife rolled her eyes. "And what else would a sissy cuckold bitch like you be wearing, hmmm? This is cuckolding 101, duh! You're the one who was browsing all those cuckold websites, you should already know this. Besides, you really have no male qualities, so you're basically a girl anyway. Now put on your lingerie for me, sissy girl, before you lose your chance to win this game."

"This is humiliating," I noted, as I reluctantly slid into the panties. 

"Awww, don't be like that. You know, I've never told you this, but I'm really into other girls. I think I'd be much more attracted to you as a woman, than as the sorry excuse for a man that you pretend to be." she lit a smoke and watched me intently as I dressed. 

"Wait, what? You like girls? Like..." 

"Like licking their pussies? Yes, like that," she laughed. "Remember when your cousin Jill stayed with us for a week? Every morning when you left for work I'd wake her up with my tongue in her pussy, and eat her out until she came all over my face. Then she'd put on a strap-on and fuck me in the ass all morning long until I couldn't even walk right." 

"Wha...hold on, in your ass?" I gasped. 

"Oh, yeah, I guess I never mentioned that either. I love anal. I let everybody I sleep with do me in the butt. In fact, I insist on it...I beg for it. Sorry I never got around to doing it with you, but what's the point, you don't know how to fuck anyway."  

"This is so much to take in." I lamented, as I began sliding the thigh-high's up my legs. 

"Just shut up and slide those stockings up your legs. It's actually kind of hot, watching you get all dolled up, my little sissy slut! I kind of like this. We're going to have to go shopping soon, I think I want you wearing lingerie all the time!" 

"You're fucking with me, right?" 

"Oh no, sweetie. We'll just shave those legs and get you all silky smooth, and I'll pick you out a wig, and do your make-up, and I'll dress you up like my slutty little doll so you'll look nice and pretty while you're sitting there watching my boyfriends fuck me. Who knows, maybe you'll be so pretty that they'll wanna fuck you too! I really like that idea." 

"Can we change the subject now," I stared at the bra, puzzled. 

"Here, let me help you with that. Put your arms in first and let me hook the back for you," My wife got the bra situated, then made me stand up and model the lingerie for her. 

She laughed and teased me about how I made a better girl than a man, and then decided that from now on she'd be referring to me as her wife, rather than her husband. 

She pushed me on the bed and climbed on top of me. "I like you as a girl. Consider this a bonus," she said, as she kissed me. 

I slid my hands up her silky, stocking covered thighs until I reached bare flesh and grabbed ahold of her ass as I kissed her back hungrily, hoping she'd forget this game and just let me have sex with her, even if I did have to do it dressed in lingerie.  

But she broke off the kiss and shook her head. "That's a shame. You were about to win another piece of my clothing, but I didn't give you permission to touch me, and rules are rules." 




Cuckold Striptease Game



"I couldn't help it. You're so damn sexy, I just want you so bad!" 

She spit in my face. "Shut up, bitch," she slapped me. "Just this once, I'm going to let it slide, and take something off for completing the task. I mean, it's hard to say no to such a pretty girl," she laughed. "But first, you have to take your punishment." 

She instructed me to stand facing the chair. She ordered me to pull my panties down to my knees, bend over, and grip the back of the chair. Without warning I felt her bare hands stinging my ass cheeks, as she spanked me several times. 

"Does that hurt, bitch?" 

"yes!" I winced. 

"Good. Now I'm going to ask you some questions, and when I get the correct answers, the spanking will stop. If you make it through this without letting go of the chair, I'll even let you decide what I take off next. Got it?" 

"I think so." 

My wife slapped my ass hard. "Excuse me? You think so? Or you do?" 

"yes, I got it!" 

"Good girl. Now tell me, why does your wife sleep with other men?" 

"I don't know!" 

WHACK! "Try again, bitch." 

"Ouch! Because, because you want too?" 

"Of course I want to, but why?" she slapped my ass again. 

"Because you like it?" 

"Duh. But why!" SLAP! 

"Because you're a slut." I said, defiantly, 

My wife laughed, "You're right. But that's not the answer I'm looking for." SLAP! 

"Owww, fuck!" I grimaced. 

"What kind of men do I like?" 

I paused to think and got spanked again. "Men with big dicks." 

"Yes," she spanked me again. "So back to the original question, why does your wife have sex with other men?" 

"Because you like big dicks." 

"And what kind of dick to you have?" 

"I don't know!" 

My wife slapped my ass a half dozen times in rapid succession, as if my answer had pissed her off. She gripped a fist full of my hair and yanked my head back. "Yes you do, bitch! What kind of dick do you have?" 

"A small one," I whimpered. 

"Exactly. So your wife fucks other men because she needs more than your tiny little dick can give her?" 

"Yes." 

SLAP! "Not good enough. I wanna hear you say it. Repeat after me, and if you leave out a single word, you will fucking regret it. My wife fucks other men because I have a tiny, pathetic little dick and can't satisfy her, so she needs to sleep with real men with big cocks." 

"I can't remember all that!" 

SLAP! "You better concentrate!" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! 

The burning of my ass helped my memory real quick, and I blurted out those humiliating words as if I'd thought of them myself.

"Geeze. That was only the first question. If it takes you that long to give the right answer every time, you're not going to be able to sit down for a week!" She laughed. "Now, tell me, are you allowed to fuck your wife?"

"No." 

WHACK! "I don't like one word answers. Complete sentences bitch. Try again!" She slapped my ass several more times. 

"No, I'm not allowed to fuck my wife." 

"Is that because she has no use for your pitiful little cock?" 

"Yes." 

She slapped my ass again. 

"Yes, I'm not allowed to fuck my wife because she doesn't like my pitiful little cock." 

"What are you good for then?" My wife inquired. 

"Eating your pussy?" 

"Yes, you are good for that. How about eating my pussy after another man cums inside of it?" 

I repeated her statement back to her, and she led the way as I parroted her statements about what I was good for "How about holding my legs up while my boyfriends fuck me? How about licking my ass? How about sucking my toes?"

I responded in the affirmative to everything until I heard, "How about sucking my boyfriends cocks to get them hard for me?" 

"What!?!" 

"You'd do that for me, wouldn't you?" 

My silence earned me a brutal bare handed spanking that lasted nearly a full thirty seconds until I finally blurted out, "Yes, I will suck your boyfriends cocks and get them hard for you!" 

"Good answer, bitch," Kimshe rubbed some of the sting out of my beet red ass.

"You'll do anything I tell you, won't you?" 

"Yes, I'll do anything you tell me." 

"Because you're my little bitch, aren't you?" 

"Yes, I'm your little bitch."

"Why are you wearing women lingerie, bitch?" 

"Because you told me too." 

She spanked my ass some more. "Or is it because you're not a man? Is it because you're a girl?" 

I hesitated to respond and once again got my ass spanked. 

"Yes, it's because I'm a girl," my response made the spanking stop. 

"Are you my husband, or are you my wife?"

"I'm your wife," I quickly answered, knowing what she expected to hear. 

"Good girl. You're all done. You can pull your panties up now, bitch." she grinned like she'd just won a major victory over my self esteem, which she had. 

It had been terribly difficult to keep my grip on the chair and not shield my ass from her harsh spankings, but I'd managed to do it, and now I got to choose what she'd take off next. After all I'd already endured just to get five minutes of intimacy with my wife, no way was I going to back out now. I was fully focused on getting her naked. I rubbed my burning ass cheeks thoroughly before pulling up my panties.

She slapped me for standing up too long, so I quickly sunk to my knees, where she forced me to open my mouth so she could spit in it. Then she asked what I wanted her to take off. 

I wanted to see her perfect little tits so badly, but I knew once the top came off, she'd still have a bra on underneath. But with her panties gone, if I chose the skirt, everything between the bottom of her shirt and the tops of her stockings would be exposed -- her beautiful pussy and sexy little ass, in full view. I chose the skirt. 

My wife smiled seductively and put on a show of removing her skirt. At first she teased me, swaying her hips and doing a little dance as she'd lift it up and show me what was underneath and let it fall back down, slowly unzipping the back, letting it slide down inch by inch, as I watched, slack-jawed and half in a trance, until she finally let it hit floor, scooped it up with her foot and tossed it right at my face.

"Is this what you want?" she teased me some more, bringing her shaven pussy with in an inch of my face, and showing it off for me. 

"Oh god yes. That's what I want, baby," I pleaded. 

"Kiss it." 

I puckered my lips and planted a soft wet smooch on her pussy lips. 

"Kiss it goodbye, is what I meant," she giggled, as she pushed my face away and slapped me. "Maybe if you beg a little, I'll give you a taste. Go ahead, bitch, beg me for a taste of this pussy." 

And beg I did, like a peasant at the feet of my queen. She made me get down on all fours, and kiss her feet while I begged her to let me taste her pussy. She made me lick her shoes while I begged some more. At one point she made me suck on the heel of her shoe. Finally she allowed me to sit upright on my knees, as she pressed her treasure against my lips. 

"I like watching you beg, bitch. I'm going to give you three licks. Go ahead now, taste it." 

"Thank you," I said, before taking my three, long, slow licks the entire length of her slick crease to her clit. Her soft moans hinted that she might let me get away with more. I tried to take a fourth lick, hoping she was in enough pleasure to cease counting, but instead, she slapped in me in the face and made me stick out my tongue so she could spit on it. 

"That's all you get for now. Maybe if you make it to the end of our little game, you'll get another taste. But I'll tell you what you can have instead." She turned around and gave her ass a little spank, before backing it up into my face. "I want you to kiss my ass." 

I did as told, and she told me to do it again, and again. 

"Worship my hot, sexy little ass, bitch. Kiss and lick every single inch of it." 

I started trying to cover every inch of her tight sexy ass with kisses, but she demanded more. 

"Don't hold out on me, bitch. Get your fucking face in there!" she put her hand on the back of my head and pushed my face in between her cheeks. "Get that tongue to work, and lick it out good!" 

My wife began telling me dirty stories of the many men she'd allowed to fuck her in the ass. For several minutes I listened to her describe the raunchy details of her anal sexcapades while I licked her asshole. I was warned not to stop or I'd regret it. I believed her, and I had no intention of stopping, until she finally pushed me away. 

"I hope you enjoy the taste of my ass, bitch. Because you're going to be doing that daily, from now on. And I can promise you there will be a fresh helping of cum in there for you to clean out!" she perched herself on the dresser and dangled her feet in front of my face. 

"Ok, bitch, since you were a good girl and properly worshipped my ass, I'll let you have another piece of my wardrobe. You have my permission to remove my shoes." 

I was hoping she'd take of her shirt next, but the shoes would still bring me closer to my ultimate goal. I was half way there, I thought, as I carefully undid the straps of her shoes and removed them from her shapely feet. 

Kim raised her legs and began rubbing her silk-stocking-clad feet all over my face. "Since you're down there, you might as well be worshiping my pretty little feet. Kiss them, bitch. Lick them, slowly, yes, just like that, now suck my toes!" 

My wife fed me her dainty little toes, pressing her foot further and further into my mouth, until she had wedged as much of her foot into my mouth as she could. As I sucked the toes of both feet, she casually puffed a cigarette and continued to lambaste me with degrading remarks. But I didn't let them discourage me from doing a good job at my task of worshipping her feet, I was still focused on my goal of getting her naked. 

She commanded me to slowly and carefully remove one of her stockings, so that I could clean her foot with my tongue. I was made to lick every inch of her foot, including in between her toes, while she described in detail how she planned to make me hold her legs for her as her lovers fucked her, how I'd be sitting beside them, sucking on her toes as another man fucked her married pussy. 

When I'd cleaned one foot, she made me carefully put her stocking back on, slowly sliding it back up her long smooth legs, before removing the other stocking to repeat the process on the other foot, and once again, I was ordered to put her stocking back on when I finished. 

I was a little confused as to why I had to put the stockings back on, when I thought worshipping her feet was to earn me another piece of her clothing. 

"Hmmm, do you think that was enough to earn you another piece of my ensemble?" My wife grinned devilishly. "If you ask me, licking my feet is a privilege, you should thank me. So...why don't I hear you thanking me?" she slapped me in the face again. 

"Thank you for letting me lick your feet." 

"You're welcome, bitch. You did do a good job though, so I suppose I could take something off for you. Just do me one more small little favor. Stand up, bend over and grab the back of the chair." 

"Are you going to spank me again?" I asked, as I carried out her instructions. 

"Does it matter? You just do it because I told you to like a good bitch. None of your concern what I plan to do with you." My wife gave my ass a few hard slaps, then I felt something cold running down the crack of my ass. 

"What the...? What is that?" I began to worry. 

"I could cuff you, or tie you up and just do whatever I want with you. But it's much more satisfying just to see you obey me on your own because you know how pathetic you are, and how important it is to please me. So, just like last time, keep your hands on the back of the chair and face forward. If you let go of it, not only do you lose this game, but I am going to slap the shit out of you." 

"I won't move. I promise." 

"I know," she laughed. 

I felt something pressing into my ass. It felt relatively small, I thought it might be one of her fingers. It slipped in and out a few times, each time going deeper. Then it felt wider, I thought maybe she was using multiple fingers, then they came out all together. Then something else was being pressed inside of me, this was slightly bigger, and more firm. The deeper it went, the more I felt it stretching me. I winced a bit as I felt my ass stretching to accommodate it. It did a hurt a little, but her slow and deliberate but careful methods of working it inside of me allowed me to take it, inch by inch, until finally it felt like the whole thing had ended up inside of me, save for a long base at the bottom that was now pressing against my cheeks. 

"Now sit on it, bitch." 

I turned and sat down carefully. 

"How does my buttplug feel in your ass?" 

"Strange," I noted, squirming a bit. 

"You're going to learn to love it, bitch. We're gonna turn your tight little ass into a pussy today. Since you are a girl now, you need to learn how to fuck like a girl. You're gonna learn to love cock as much as I do!" My wife jubilantly exclaimed. "You're gonna be my little sissy slut." 

"But!" 

Before I could begin to protest, she began lifting up her shirt and pulling it over head. "But what honey? Don't you want to please me?" she tossed her shirt aside, leaving her in only her stockings and a bra. She leaned over and pressed her cleavage into my face. "I know you wanna make me happy. And what makes me happy is the thought of you being as much of a cock slut as I am." My wife kissed me again, crushing my will to oppose her. She even grabbed my hands and placed them on her ass, letting me feel her almost naked body as we kissed. I knew I was powerless to resist doing whatever she wanted me to do. 

"Stay put," she said, as she went to retrieve something from near the bed. "Now get down on your knees and close your eyes. If I catch you peeking I'm going to slap the shit out of you, bitch." 

I believed her threat and kept my eyes shut tight as I waited patiently for her on my knees. Despite obeying her command, I still got slapped in the face. "What was that for?" 

"Just in case you peeked. I couldn't tell." 

And what are you going to do with that!" My eyes got wide as I found myself staring at a strap-on dildo right in front of my face. 

"You're going to practice sucking cock. When one of my boyfriends decides to shove their cock in your mouth, I want you to know what you're doing so you can keep it nice and hard for me. Now open your mouth and suck my dick, bitch." 

I couldn't speak, I just stared at it. She grabbed my hair and pushed it against my lips. When I didn't open up, she began smacking it against my face. 

"Tell me you like this dick. Tell me you want to suck it." 

I stared up at her helplessly, realizing there was no way around this. I was too close to getting her naked to back down now. It couldn't be any more humiliating than what she'd already done to me. I opened up to let her have her way. 

"Oh no. First you have to tell me you want it!" my wife slapped me in the face with her plastic dick again. "Tell me you want to suck my dick like the cock hungry little sissy slut that you are. Say it, bitch!" 

I swallowed hard, like my pride was a lump in my throat and repeated her words. "I want to suck your dick like the cock hungry little sissy slut that I am." 

"Good girl. Now suck dick!" she shoved it in my mouth. 

At first she forced my head back and forth on her cock with a fist full of my hair in her clutches. Then she let go and ordered me to keep doing what I was doing. "Tell me how much you love being a cock sucker." 

"I love being a cock sucker," I finally let it out of my mouth and took a breath. 

My wife spit in my face, "Did I say you could take my cock out of your mouth, bitch?" 

"No. I'm sorry." I quickly began sucking. 

"Now say it again with my dick in your mouth, slut." 

"I love being a cock sucker," I mumbled with a mouth full of rubber cock. 

"I can't wait to see sucking on a real mans cock, right after he pulls it out of my wet, well fucked pussy. Or better yet, straight from my hot little ass to your mouth, and then blows his sticky load all over your face!" she laughed. 

"oh my, it's really turning me on watching you suck dick like that." She grabbed my hair again and began fucking my face. "Take that shit, bitch!" She spit on my face again as she fucked my mouth. "You're so much more useful as a girl than you ever were as a man. You're going to be a great fluffer for my gangbangs, like the one I did with your friends the other day. Would you like to hear about how I let your three closest friends put their dicks in every hole at the same time?" 

I couldn't answer her, being gagged with her cock.

"Of course you do!" She began sharing lurid details of the many ways she allowed my friends to use her body, and then began suggesting the many ways in which she intended to involve me in those scenarios, dressed in lingerie, worshipping her body, sucking their cocks, and even suggesting that they'd fuck me too. 

My wife withdrew her cock from my mouth, finally, and grinned. "Once you feel how nice a hard cock feels in your pussy, you're going to wish I had made you a girl sooner." 

"But I don't have a pussy!" 

"Yes you do, bitch. And you're about to learn its intended purpose. But first, as promised," my wife methodically removed her bra and flung it aside. "That's your reward for being suck a good little cocksucker, and letting me fuck your mouth like the sissy slut you are. Oh my," she said, coyly, "I'm almost completely naked. If you could only get me to take off my sexy silk stockings, you could finally have your way with me."

I was so busy staring hungrily at her newly exposed tits that I almost didn't hear her. 

"You're just dying to touch them, aren't you?"

"Fuck yes!" I panted, reaching for them and giving them a good squeeze.

"Too bad I didn't say you could," She flung my hands away. 

I winced and braced for impact, expecting to be slapped, but her hand never came. 

My wife laughed. "You know what expect now for being a bad girl, don't you?" 

"Yes," I hung my head. 

She gripped me by the hair and pulled me upwards until her breasts were level with my face, then pushed one in my mouth. "Lick it...mmm hmmm...now suck on it...there you go...now the other one...yessss, good girl..." she abruptly pulled her breast from my mouth. "That's all you get." She immediately slapped me in the face. "Now bend your sissy ass over the bed and get what's coming to you!" 

My wife pulled me by my hair and shoved me onto the bed, face first with my feet still on the ground. 

"Now," she spanked my ass, "you're going to get fucked...hard. But let me explain something, and I'm only going to explain it once. If you want me to take off these stockings and let you win this game, you can't just take it, you have to make me believe that you like it. Understand?" 

"I think so?" I nervously replied. 

"I don't wanna have to constantly give you direction, tell you what to do, what to say, how to act. At this point in the game I think you should know what I expect from you. You know you're my bitch, and I expect you to act like it at all times. And we've established that you're not a man, you're a girl, and a cock hungry slut, so act like it. You're gonna beg for it, beg me to fuck you harder, tell me how much you love it, and, oh, damn, there I go instructing you again. You get the point, bitch. You lay there like a lump and just grin and bear it, I'm not going to go any easier on you, you'll get fucked just the same only you won't win the game. Do you need anything else explained to you?" 

"No. Just do it." 

"You giving me orders now, bitch?" She gave my ass several hard slaps.

"No. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, just..." 




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"Just shut up. Who's my little bitch?" 

"I'm your little bitch," I answered. 

"You like being my bitch, don't you!" She laughed. 

"Yes, I like being your bitch." 

"So tell me what you want, bitch," my wife slapped my ass, and then I felt her slowly removing the butt plug. 

I knew I had to get this over with in order to win the game so I settled into the role she wanted me to play. "I want you to fuck my pussy with your hard cock!" 

"Do you?" My wife giggled. "Beg for it, slut." 

I already felt the lube being poured onto my hole as I pleaded, "Please fuck me. Please. I need it!"

"Oh, honey, I love hearing you talk like that, It turns me on. I'm glad you know now who and what you are. You're gonna be such a perfect cuckold." 

I gripped the bed and prepared for a painful experience as I felt her strap-on push against my hole. Luckily for me it wasn't too big. With all of the lube and her slow but methodical insertion it actually didn't hurt at all. She worked it in and out, gradually going deeper until I felt her hips touching my ass and she was in me to the hilt.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my had back, slapping my ass with her other hand, "You like that dick in your ass, bitch?"

"Oh yes, baby. Fuck me like the little bitch I am!" I blurted out...and I wasn't sure I was just playing along anymore. 

I did like how it felt, and began to like it even more as she began to pound my ass, spanking me, pulling my hair, and degrading me with her vulgar, verbal assault.

"Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck my ass! I love being your bitch, honey! Fuck me like the little sissy cuckold I am!" I moaned. It was hitting me that I meant those words. My wife was a total slut who had fucked everyone I know, and I was her bitch to use and humiliate any way she felt like it, and it felt right. She was so hot when she bossing me around, teasing me, humiliating me, taking control. She had me right all along, I didn't want to be the man, I wanted to submit to her and watch her indulge herself with all of the cock she wanted, and be there to serve her whims. I really was a little bitch.

My wife never failed to remind me of that as she fucked me hard over the bed. It didn't end quickly either. She fucked me doggystyle, pulling my hair, slapping my ass and calling me names, making me beg for her cock. 

She made me lay on my back and hold my legs up for her so she could look me in the face while she fucked me missionary, slapping me, spitting on me, making me thank her for fucking me while I laid there and admired her bouncing tits as I took her cock up my ass. 

She laid on her back and made me ride her cock as she further humiliated me, teasing my cock with her hand as she made fun of it and told me vivid storied of how my friends had all fucked her ass in the same way. 

She made me bend over the chair again, in front of the mirror so I could see her fucking me from behind. The visual was so hot I begged her not to stop. She made me get on my hands and knees on the floor and beg at her feet for more, then it was back to the bed where she got on top of me and continued to slam me in mish as she began to kiss me. 

Until then I'd almost forgotten about any form of genuine affection, I was completely engrossed in my role as her feminized sissy girl. I had all but forgotten about the game. When she pulled out of me and announced with a bittersweet grin that I'd won, I hadn't wanted her to stop. 

She instructed me to take off her stockings and then promptly shoved them in my mouth. "I know you want to fuck me, so consider it a farewell pity fuck, because this is the last time you are ever getting near this pussy except to lick it. And I don't want to hear a word out of you while you're doing it," she unharnessed the strap-on and laid on her back and reluctantly spread her legs. "And make sure you use a condom, I only want real men's cum in my pussy."

I wasn't going to waste any time arguing, she'd only said I could have five minutes, so I rubbered up and slid in her and fucked her as hard as I could. 

"I can't even tell if you're in me! I can't feel anything! Is that all you got? Oh, you're dick is so fucking small! You call that fucking? How pathetic are you? Do you think you're doing something? Your tiny little dick is such a joke! You're so much better off as a girl! Your friends fuck me so much better than you ever could. You can't even reach the places other men reach in my pussy.!" My wife degraded me the entire time I was inside of her. 

I couldn't speak with her stockings stuffed in my mouth, not that I had anything to say. I came in less than the five minutes I was allowed and as soon as she realized it she pushed me away from her with her feet. 

"Thank goodness that's over with. No more pussy for you, ever. The only time you get to cum from now on is with my dick in your ass, understand?"

"yes, ma'am." 

"Now go wash up and I'll find you a clean pair of panties to wear. Some of your co-workers are coming over to fuck me, and they actually bet me that I couldn't have you dressed in lingerie while you watched. I told them it was a guarantee. Then they asked if I was going to make you lick my pussy and ass clean after they fucked me, and I told them I could do even better than that, - I bet them that you'd suck their cocks before they fucked me! And of course I'm going to win that bet. I might even talk them in to fucking you too! That's what you wanted, right bitch? To be a sissy cuckold? Well you have your wish. Get used to it, because this is how things will be from now on!"