4 comments/ 118164 views/ 4 favorites Cuckolded by Kate Ch. 01 By: cuckytoher It's 7:45 am and I'm sitting outside Target waiting for them to open while my wife Kate and her lover Michael are home snuggled up in bed sleeping. I can barely keep my eyes open considering I didn't get to bed until after 3:00 am. My CB3000 chastity device is making my cock shrink smaller than it already is due to the cold air this morning. I have a lot to get here and have to rush because I need to be home by 9:00 am to get Kate and Michael breakfast before I go to work. Kate and I have been married for five years, and for three of those five years Michael has been in our lives. Well I should say in my life, he and Kate knew each other prior to our getting married. They went to college together and dated for awhile. Kate and Michael are both 35 years old and I've just turned 50. Kate and I are also linked in our previous lives. You see her first husband and my first wife had a torrid affair and ended up marrying each other. After our respective divorces I happened to run into her in a bar one night where she was quite drunk and proceeded to rip me a new asshole telling me how her divorce was all my fault and if I could have pleased my wife she wouldn't have needed to steal her husband away. As humiliated as I was in that moment, I was also incredibly turned on by her dominance, beauty and sheer magnetism of the opposite sex. I begged her to let me make it up to her. I told her I'd do work around her house, or whatever she felt was right for me to make up for the transgressions she leveled at me. Soon after that encounter she called me and said she was going away for the weekend and there was a key under the matt of her house. I was to clean the house top to bottom and repaint the two upstairs bedrooms with the paint in the front hall. If and only if she was satisfied upon her return would she would contact me. I did as instructed then went home to wait by the phone. Days and then weeks went by and I never heard from her. Finally on a late Friday night I received a phone call from her and she was very drunk and in a bar, she told me to come pick her up that she needed a ride home. I did as instructed and I have to say she was astonishingly beautiful in her leopard skin sling back open to pumps and matching mini skirt and top to match. As I drove home she berated me for ruining her marriage and her life. She called me a small dick, spineless wimp who couldn't satisfy a woman if I tried. Despite the verbal tongue lashing I found myself getting hard as a rock; well as hard as a guy with a four inch cock when it's totally hard can get! This cat and mouse game went on for several months before I found myself one night confessing my attraction to her and my love for her and proposing marriage to her. I know it sounds crazy but she ignited something inside me that I have never felt before. She accepted my proposal and told me that our marriage would be one of a female led marriage to which I quietly and quickly agreed. The first couple years would be what you would expect of any female led marriage so I won't bore you with the details but suffice to say Kate never lifted a finger to anything menial in our marriage and she lived like a Queen. Our sex life revolved around her getting off and me getting her there in any way possible. I am a successful author and write under a pen name so no one knows my true identity, but my books sell quite well and many have been made into movies. This coupled with a hefty inheritance from a long lost uncle, meant Kate and I or I should say Kate and Michael live very comfortably. It was two years ago that Michael came into the picture after Kate attended a college reunion, which I was not allowed to attend. She came home from her weekend away fawning like a little school girl over her reconnection with Michael. She even showed me pictures of the two of them as they posed with others at the reunion. Michael was as she put it a 'gorgeous hunk' he was well over six feet tall and very athletic. Kate told me how Michael had lettered in three sports in college and was slated for a career in the pros before a knee injury sidelined his career for good. His swarthy good looks and obvious physical attributes would be a magnet for any woman and I could see how hot Kate got as she spoke of him. After the reunion she informed me that Michael who had just recently divorced was moving to the west coast while we lived on the east coast. She informed me that she didn't want this to happen. She told me of her infatuation with Michael and how much she wanted him to stay on the east coast; in fact as she put it, she wanted him in our home. Furthermore, it would be my job to convince him. That is one phone call I'll never forget making. My hands shook as I dialed the number, with Kate on the extension as I knelt at her feet naked in my chastity device. "Hello." Michael's voice was deep, dark and it sent a chill down my spine. "Hello Michael, this is Kate's husband. I understand you're planning on moving to the west coast and I have to tell you this has caused Kate some great distress. She cares very deeply for you and wants you to stay on the east coast. As a matter of fact, she wants you to stay with us. To move in with us and be a partner to her that I can't, if that would be okay with you. You see I am a very successful author and money is not an issue. I would support you and Kate; in fact she controls all my money so in essence it would be her and your money. Michael, Kate needs a real man in her life. I'm more like one of her girlfriends. I provide for her, attend to her needs, but there are some needs that I cannot satisfy and she has made it known to me that you can. I guess what I'm saying is I'm asking, no begging you to do this for Kate." There was silence on the line, then a chuckle. "Are you fucking serious?" "Yes, Michael I am one hundred percent serious. I want this and I want this for Kate. Even though we've never met, I feel as if I've known you forever the way Kate goes on about you. And I promise you if you make this move you will not regret it. I will do anything and everything in my power to make sure the two of you are happy." "Is Kate there?" "I'm right here Michael," she said, cutting into the conversation and staring directly into my eyes. "Is this really what you want?" "More than you can imagine. I want you and I to make this fat little wimp I'm married to pay and make retribution for the suffering he put me through with my first marriage ending. Please do this for me Michael." My cock twitched and she laughed. "The pervert's little dick is jumping up and down in his cage he's so excited about the thought!" "Well baby, I'll tell you what. I'll give it a try. But the first time that little prick pisses me off, I'm out of there and west coast bound. " That was it, the deal was sealed and Kate told me I had better NEVER piss Michael off or my life as I knew it would be over. I agreed, kissed her feet and told her how happy I was for her. The next day I picked Michael up at the airport. He was even better looking and more physically imposing in person. Kate had insisted I stand with all the other chauffeurs in line holding a sign, except mine said "Master" on it instead of some business man's name. Michael nodded over his should to his luggage and I loaded them all on my shoulders like a pack mule and carried them to the car. On the ride home Michael leaned forward from the back seat and grabbed me by the hair. "Listen up wimp, I've made a lot of changes in my life to accommodate Kate and from what she tells me you're a useless piece of shit that needs to be treated as such and I'm just the guy who can do it, so don't piss me off. You do what I say, when I say, and we'll get along just fine. You got it?" "Yes Sir," I said, a tear forming in my eye from his hair pulling. "You'll address me as Michael; I'm not into that Sir shit." With that he leaned back and read the paper for the rest of the ride. After Michael moved in my life went from bad to worse. Or if you're a cuckold, it was pure heaven and got more heavenly as it went on. Kate, who had always enjoyed dressing me in humiliating outfits that she either made or bought, reveled in the fact that she had a new partner in crime to assist in my humiliation. One of her favorites was what she liked to call my Alice in Wonderland outfit. It consisted of short blue dress with printed white apron that came just below my cock, and white thigh high stockings with blue bows on the tops of each, and a white petticoat with a pair of black Mary Jane's. This was only one of a collection of outfits. The other included, a goldilocks one, a little red riding hood one, a girl scout, a cheerleader, a nurse, a 50's waitress, little Bo peep, a ballerina, a strawberry shortcake, a belly dancer, a school girl, and a German beer waitress. These were only a handful of the outfits I was required to wear and model. Once Michael move in he took over my spot in the bedroom and I was relegated to a small cubby hole in our unfinished attic where I froze in the winter and sweltered in the summer. I was given a small cardboard dresser with three drawers and an old army surplus cot with no mattress and a tiny blanket. Many nights I found myself laying there crying myself to sleep while I listened to Michael and Kate make love directly below me. Often I was required to participate in their lovemaking by either getting Michael hard for Kate and/or getting Kate wet for Michael. Then I would have to kneel at the foot of the bed and watch as they made love and once they were finished I would be summoned for clean up duties. Most mornings would find me up early making breakfast for Kate and Michael and after I had served them and they sat leisurely eating their breakfast, I would fix myself a bowl of porridge and make my way into the dining room on my knees. Crawling up to Michael I would hold my bowl of porridge out like Oliver Twist in an Alice in Wonderland costume and say, "Please Michael, may I have some cream for my porridge?" Kate and Michael would roar with laughter as Michael would nod, and I would take his huge cock out of his pajamas and begin to stroke it. He would get harder and harder and finally I could sense when he was ready to cum and I would point his cock at the bowl in my hand and he would shoot his huge load onto my porridge. I would then lick his cock clean, and proceed to sit cross legged on the floor and eat my porridge. The Target manager, has just unlocked the door and I open the door to my car and feel the cold hit me as I trudge towards the store in a drizzling rain, my cock still twitching thinking about Michael and Kate all snuggled up under the covers. Cuckolded by Kate Ch. 02 Thank God Target was almost deserted this time of the morning as I have to say as I caught a glimpse of my self in the front glass doors I looked ridiculous. I wore pink sneakers and sweatpants with a pink t-shirt with Kate's Sissy emblazoned across the front in pink and black letters. I grabbed a cart, kept my head down and raced through the aisles. The list was long and had everything from Kate's shampoo and conditioner to Michael's jockstrap. I navigated around the store and heard a few snickers and caught a few stares out of the corner of my eye. I stood in the food aisle, the clock ticking looking for pomegranate caffeine free tea for Kate. Damn I never realized there were so many brands, and types of teas. But Kate had made it perfectly clear that she wanted pomegranate caffeine free tea and nothing else. Finally I found it and crossed it off my list. As I was rushing through the store I passed the toy aisle and grinned to myself and had to turn down the aisle and shop. You see Kate has this thing she liked me to do. Once a month or more frequently if she was in the mood she would have me go to the store shopping and I was to pick up a Barbie and bring it home and present it to her and asked if she was pleased with it. If she was, she'd grin and in a matter of days I'd be wearing an exact replica of the outfit on the Barbie I'd picked out and brought home. I stood there in the aisle mesmerized by the huge collection of Barbie's and my mind wandered over all the humiliating outfits displayed on the Barbie's and thought of how they would look on me. Today I didn't have the money to buy one though. The money situation was very strictly controlled by Kate and Michael. All of my money went directly into a checking account with only Kate's name on it. At nights and on weekends I had a little side job at a donut shop and all that money went directly to Michael. If I needed money or wanted something I would have to got to Kate and beg. Sometimes her and Michael would make me put on a humiliating show for them before she would acquiesce and give me my minor allowance. I once had to stand in the living room totally naked save for my CB 3000 and sing I'm a little teapot acting out all the lyrics, before Michael and Kate were rolling around in laughter. I was broken out of my daydream by a woman and her daughter shopping in the same aisle and realized I was getting strange stares from both. Hurriedly, I put my head down and scurried down the aisle to finish my shopping. Kate had given me her shopping debit card which I must use whenever I go shopping and she checks the receipts against the bank account and let's just say they better match. The last item on the list was Michael's jockstrap and a box of magnum condoms for him. Although he and Kate don't use condoms, on occasion Kate finds it amusing if we're going to the movies for Michael to blow a load in one of the condoms and have me bring it to the movies and while they snuggle together and munch on popcorn, I must chew on the condom. On Michael and Kate's signal I must bite down on the condom, breaking it and swallow Michael's load. Racing out of the store I loaded all the stuff in the car and raced home. It was getting late and I had to get home, make breakfast for them and be at the donut shop by ten. Once at home I unloaded all the bags, put everything away making sure to be especially quiet as I didn't want to wake the mistress and master of the manor. Once everything was put away, I got going on breakfast. Michael liked poached eggs on dry white toast with black coffee and Kate liked French toast with powdered sugar and real maple syrup with tea with one cream and one sugar. Arranging everything on a silver tray, with the paper folded neatly between their dishes I made the trek up the stairs making sure to not spill a drop of coffee or tea. I lightly tapped on the door and waited. It was considered rude and taboo for me to just bust in on them I was informed once when I had opened the door by mistake. One time I stood there for ten minutes tapping lightly only to finally be let in and punished because the food was cold. I heard rumbling and then Kate told me to enter. The room was disheveled with clothes all over. Kate wore a sating purple teddy and Michael was naked as usual. I placed the tray between them, unfolded the paper and handed it to Michael as instructed. "Good job wimpy!" Michael said, getting out of bed and motioning me to follow him. I glanced at the clock on the night stand and realized I was going to be late for my job at the donut shop and the boss there was a real asshole if I was late. "Yes Michael. Good morning Kate." I said following him into the bathroom. He pointed at the floor indicating for me to kneel. I knelt and knew what had to be done. "You like holding my piss hard on don't you wimpy?" Michael said, scratching his ass cheek as he stood there. "Yes, Michael, I do." I said, as I reached out and grasped his huge cock gently guiding towards the toilet bowl as he began to piss a huge stream of his morning piss into the bowl. "What's my little husband up to?" Kate said, smiling as she stood in the doorway sipping her tea with a wicked grin on her face. "I'm helping Michael to relieve himself Kate." There wasn't much more to say. I had been through this particular humiliating and demeaning practice a number of times and it never ceased to amuse Kate and get her hornier than hell. The last few drops hit the water in the bowl. Michael yawned, "Okay bitch do your job!" I leaned forward and licked the head of Michael's massive cock cleaning it of urine and putting it in my mouth to make sure if he wanted a morning blow job which he often did I was there to accommodate. But this morning, he pushed my head away, looked at Kate and said, "Let's fuck baby." I watched them go back into the bedroom and dismiss me as one would the family pet. In a way I was glad. I wouldn't have to listen to their lovemaking and I wouldn't be late for my other job. Racing downstairs and headed off to the donut shop. The donut shop was owned by one of Kate's oldest friend's brother who was a prick to say the least. When Michael and Kate decided I needed a second job to supplement Michael's fun money, we were driving through the donut shop with Kate and Michael in the back seat with me driving. They both whispered and roared at the dope that stood out front courting in morning customers. He was a balding, pudgy guy dresses as a dark chocolate donut with sprinkles. The costume was outrageous and humiliating considering everyone could see his face as he stood there with his big donut gloves waving them into the shop. Well lo and behold after a few phone calls Kate informed me that she had secured me a job at the donut shop and my new position was that of the donut boy outside the shop. And so for the past year I stood out there in that ridiculous outfit from ten to noon each day dancing and waving at people. If business was bad or profits were down, it was always my fault for not bringing enough customers in according to Neil my prick of a boss. But I knew better than to say anything because one phone call to Kate and my ass would be grass. As if that humiliation wasn't enough, some days I was required to clean the restrooms and then stand in Neil's doorway and ask for Michael's check. He would snicker, write the check, shake head and go back to his business. Today was cold and rainy and as I stood there in my donut outfit waving people in and out my cock was freezing inside my plastic chamber. If anyone was close enough to me on any given day they could hear my brass padlock clicking against the plastic device I was locked in. Kate reveled in the idea of the chastity device. She knew after having me in it for any extended period of time I was even more putty in her hands than usual. It was another way for her to push my buttons, and test my limits. She would leave me locked in it for longer and longer periods of time and then release me only to require me to do more and more humiliating things which I of course would do in a heartbeat just for the sheer release of an orgasm. As an author, I write for a living, but Kate decided one day that the price for an orgasm after one extended period of time was for me to write a five thousand word essay on how beautiful Michael's cock and balls were and the perfection of his body. The only thing more humiliating than having to sit there and write it was having to stand in front of Kate and Michael dressed in a pair of stiletto heels, shaved head to toe wearing a crotch less body stocking and read it aloud while Kate milked me. After my shift at the donut shop was over I headed home where I was to go to work at my regular job as an author. Kate and Michael allowed me four uninterrupted hours each day to write as they both knew that my books were the golden goose. However, after my four hours of writing were done, it was back into one of my outfits that Kate would lay out for me and back to work. Usually I would begin cooking dinner, doing laundry, cleaning the house, doing any needed yard work. That was in addition to catering to Kate and Michael's every whim. Once, Michael had called in me inside in the middle of mowing the lawn to give him a two hour foot massage. I was then ordered to get him and Kate a pizza and finish the lawn. When I dared to inform him that it was dark outside, he just laughed and said that's what flashlights were for. My neighbors must have thought me nuts, but there I was mowing the lawn in the dark with a flashlight! "Hey cucky! Get up here!" Kate's voice was summoning from the bathroom.... Cuckolded by Kate Ch. 03 I rushed to the bathroom and Kate, sitting in the tub simply held out her glass and said, "Refill." I scooped up the glass catching a glimpse of her magnificent naked body beneath the water. She was truly a dream come true. She is 5'3 and 112 pounds and I get punished for her taking on weight if her food is not cooked to her exacting standards. Her breasts are only a deliciously full D-cup. She is a natural dirty blonde, but does change the color of her hair to whatever mood pleases her almost on a monthly basis. Her eyes are greenish/hazel and her skin is very fair from the top of her head to her dainty size 7 feet but her most outstanding feature is her bubble but that Michael calls 'astonishing' and to which I would agree. Kate loves exposing her legs, and wearing open toe sling backs when ever possible. She also loves to wear thigh-high leather boots with four inch heels, but they are murder on her feet, which of course requires me to pay constant attention to them no matter where we are. Once while at the mall Christmas shopping, Kate stopped right in the middle of the mall, sat down on a bench and told me her feet hurt. Without missing a beat I was on my knees, carefully removing her boots and began to massage her feet. I felt the snickers and jeers of holiday shoppers passing by but kept massaging knowing to do otherwise would result in punishment and even more humiliation. Scampering to the kitchen I refilled Kate's drink and hurriedly brought it back to the bathroom. Michael lounged on the couch watching ESPN and threw an empty beer can at me as I passed and yelled for me to hurry up! Sometimes in brief moments I wonder why I put up with the things I do but like any addict, once you're in you don't worry about how you got here only about how you're going to get your next fix. And for me my next fix was pleasing Kate and Michael and having them allow me to have an orgasm. I think of them as Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton in Cleopatra and I'm merely a young servant boy/girl depending on my outfit to do their bidding. I entered the bathroom and handed Kate her drink. She took it and set it down on the side of the tub and pulled her hair back and stretched. "Go get the pedicure stuff and do my toes." It was a command that I loved to hear. It meant spending time with Kate. I mean don't get me wrong, we live together and I spend a ton of time with Kate and Michael, but not a lot of time with Kate alone. There are times I'm required to do things that are very humiliating like licking Michael's balls after he gets back from a game with his buddies, or kissing and licking Kate after she gets back from a run. But these are the moments I cherish. To be alone with Kate, me serving her, making her happy and loving every minute of it. "You love doing my toes and making me happy don't you baby?" "Yes, Kate, I live to serve you and Michael and make you happy." "You have no idea how much I loathed and hated you for years after your slut wife broke up my first marriage. But I knew that my revenge would come and it would be sweet. I knew that some day I would have a chance to make you pay for the suffering she put me through." She sipped her drink like a Queen and closed her eyes. "I'm just glad that I can in some small way make up for what happened Kate. I love being your husband and I especially love serving you and Michael. This is all I ever wanted in my first marriage but she was not into a female led lifestyle and so when she met..." I looked up making sure I wasn't angering her and saw the slightest grin come on her face. "Continue." "When she met your husband Tommy and they started seeing each other I knew it was over." "Well Tommy is not the most dominant guy in the world. So he could've never wrapped his head around what we have here. But still she caused me a great deal of distress and the way I'm looking at it now you're paying for it. And I love every second of it!" "Kate thank you so much for allowing me to make retribution in some small way for the emotional distress you had to endure. I hope you know that I will do anything to make you and Michael happy. I have literally become addicted to serving you and Michael. I crave the cum the two of you feed me and it seems the more you push my buttons and test my limits the more excited it makes me." I knew that deep down inside she knew all this but confessing it out loud made it somehow more real, more official if you will. I applied the pink toenail polish to her delicate feet. And she dismissed me with a wave of her hand. "Oh by the way, Michael has some of his jock buddies coming over to watch the game today, and you know how much that bores me to be waiting on them hand and foot, so today you're going to be the little slut who waits on them and brings them beers. Michael has already told them about our special relationship and they've all gotten a good laugh out of it. So I want you in your German beer waitress outfit when they get here and you'll serve them anyway they want. And at half time Michael's got an especially cruel idea for you that I absolutely adore!" "Yes, Kate, it will be my pleasure." I made my way to the kitchen and began preparing snacks for the game. Michael and his buddies could be incredibly rude and vulgar. I have seen them in action more than once at cookouts and parties I've attended with Kate where no one knew of our relationship. I can only imagine what it's going t o be like now that they know. It was an hour until kickoff and I stood in the kitchen wearing my German beer waitress outfit making snacks when Michael walked in, stood next to me at the counter, looked me up and down and snickered. "Hey there Gretchen the beer girl, I can't wait for my buddies to see you!" "Thank you Michael." I said, continuing to make the food. "Oh yea, they're going to love you! And I have a great half time show planned for the boys where you're going to be the main attraction. But for now, you'll serve and if anyone wants anything and I mean anything sexual or otherwise, you'll accommodate them without question. Are we clear on that?" It really wasn't a question but I knew better than to not answer it. "Yes Michael it will be a pleasure to serve you and your friends in any way you all wish." He walked out of the room whistling while I went to the garage and got more beer to put in the fridge. My cock strained against my chastity device in an odd mix of excitement, arousal, fear, and expectation of what awaited me. By the time kickoff rolled around, all four of Michael's jock buddies were in attendance and after the initial shock and surprise at seeing me despite being told I would be there to serve, things proceeded rather smoothly. The boys kept me busy getting beers, snacks, giving them foot massages, and sucking cocks as they saw fit. Every time their team scored I had to run into the bedroom, change into my cheerleading outfit, run out into the living room waving my pom poms and cheer for the team. Then I would have to run back in and change into the German beer waitress outfit and resume my duties. The boys loved having me suck their cocks and humiliating me and every now and then Kate would appear from upstairs and watch the show and chuckle. Right before halftime Michael handed me a slip of paper and told me to go get ready. I raced to my room in the attic, unfolded the paper and read it: You are to change into your harem girl outfit and come back downstairs and entertain the boys with a little strip tease and make it good! You have two minutes to get back down here. I threw off the waitress costume, pulled out the harem outfit and put it on. I was on the third stop from the bottom when I heard the stereo very loudly blaring Michael's favorite song; I'm a Barbie Girl. I knew what I he wanted as he and Kate had had me do this performance before. I was required to learn the lyrics and had to lip sync them as I danced. I entered the living room just as the first verse started and I began lip syncing: I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on, Barbie, let's go party I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation I'm a blonde single girl in the fantasy world Dress me up, take your time, I'm your dollie You're my doll, rock and roll, feel the glamour and pain Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky-panky You can touch, you can play You can say I'm always yours, oooh whoa I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on, Barbie, let's go party, ha ha ha, yeah Come on, Barbie, let's go party, oooh, oooh Come on, Barbie, let's go party, ha ha ha, yeah Come on, Barbie, let's go party, oooh, oooh Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees Come jump in, be my friend, let us do it again Hit the town, fool around, let's go party You can touch, you can play You can say I'm always yours You can touch, you can play You can say I'm always yours Come on, Barbie, let's go party, ha ha ha, yeah Come on, Barbie, let's go party, oooh, oooh Come on, Barbie, let's go party, ha ha ha, yeah Come on, Barbie, let's go party, oooh, oooh I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on, Barbie, let's go party, ha ha ha, yeah Come on, Barbie, let's go party, oooh, oooh Come on, Barbie, let's go party, ha ha ha, yeah Come on, Barbie, let's go party, oooh, oooh - Oh, I'm having so much fun! - Well, Barbie, we're just getting started! - Oh, I love you Ken! At the very end of the song I saw Kate standing on the landing laughing along with the rest of the boys and as the very last line of the song came, I broke into real voice and sang, "Oh I'm having so much fun! Well Barbie we're just getting started, Oh I love you Kate and Michael." I then pirouetted around on my toes and bowed. The boys howled with laughter, jeered at me and slapped my ass and pulled on my man boobs. I felt their rough hands groping me and running over my soft silky costume. A couple of them forced me to my knees and shoved their cocks roughly in my mouth and down my throat. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Kate walk over and take Michael by the hand and lead him upstairs. Apparently they had their own half time show planned....