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Playing with Fire Pt. 02

By: travelor7579



*****This is the 2nd part of this story about someone coming to terms with getting exactly what he wants*****

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As I hung up the phone and sprang into action after an afternoon of degradation my skin tingled with a cold sweat. So many feelings poured over me I could hardly feel the water from the shower. The name handwritten on my ass faded in the water, but still noticeable. It was my day off and preparing dinner before my wife arrives home from work was difficult; I was dizzy and I didn't feel like concentrating on cooking. I still questioned if my friend of 25 years would actually keep his promise to blackmail me if I were to not help him seduce my wife, and what would happen if I fail to make a positive effect on his attempt? How could I of been friends with him for so long without knowing his deep seeded envy he had against my relationship with what was his girlfriend in high school?

As my wife arrived home she was pleasantly introduced by what turned out to be an above par meal. I went the extra mile and primped the meal for presentation, but she thought the bottle of wine I opened was exactly what she needed. We ate and talked about her day after concluding my day was one of relaxation. As she spoke I looked at her differently; I had a sense I might have cheated on her and it was twined with a feeling of regret. 

After dinner I made coffee and left her to relax on her own while I tended to tidying up. We later left the house for our evening exercise and enjoyed the evening air. After arriving home it was her idea to cozy up on the coach and watch something on television; she was in such a good mood how could I reject her offer.

She turned on the television and scrolled through the channels, but was making a deliberate attempt to find something in the form of a movie. While in search of something worth watching she paused at screen full of happy naked couples partying together. It was a documentary, and this one caught our eye as a white guy was watching a black man undress a woman that would appear as the white guy's wife. 

"You have been particularly good today, I want to treat you to a little fun," my wife teased. She understands me so well I thought.

As we watched the interviews my internal conflict was raged on. I always wanted to be one of those men watching and loving their wives regardless of the social taboos they were preforming. My wife made remarks on how very happy the wives looked, and to her surprise how the couples all appeared happy. 

After watching for a while she commented on how quiet I was. She questioned if it was because I was so interested in the show, or if it made me feel uncomfortable watching it with her. 

I was quiet because of the conflict inside me. I always wanted to be a cuckold, but what she didn't know was that earlier that day I accidentally confided in a friend that would insist on holding me to my promise to help him seduce her. His power came from a video of me degrading myself for what I thought was an anonymous man interested in my wife's pictures. The video was something I would be horrified to have seen by others. I always wanted to be a cuckold, but figured it would be in a contemporary way that allowed me to control my limits. He was making me feel that if I was a character in this documentary I would have been tied to the chair watching.

I explained that I was watching it quietly because I wanted her to make up her own mind on what she was seeing. I thought I was being very neutral with that answer, but my urges didn't require much encouragement. The next words rolled out of my mouth as if I had planned them, "The people in this documentary are all strangers and I prefer the idea of the other guy being someone we know something about". I saw the look in her eye and felt the itch of the name still scrolled on my back side. I felt my cock grow harder between my legs, both from my comment and her reaction.

"You never said you wanted to know the guy in your fantasies?" she said.

"I find it embarrassing to go so far as to tell you which person seemed the most interesting for me to see you with I guess", I answered.

"Are you saying you would like to imagine it being someone from work, a neighbor, or a FRIEND? Do you want someone in our daily lives to be the one you watch me with? Who is it?" she questioned with a tease.

I had completely lost it with her question. I couldn't believe we managed to get on the subject so fast, and how she was pressing for the answer. My cock was rock hard and hurting, and my devotion to delivering her to my friend regardless of the cost was hardening it. I wanted to tell her his name immediately, but I knew I had to be smoother than that.

"We would have to trust the person with something that private, and I think only a good friend could be trusted to handle that kind of secret," I said with a stammering voice.

"I agree that your friends are all great guys and people we can trust, but I never imagined you would want one of them to be the guy that shared me," she said with a sly smile. She then remarked how my friends were all married, and how she would never want to have one of them cheat on their wives with her. Then she stopped and paused before speaking, "The only one of your friends that is presently single is someone I already dated, would he be acceptable?"

She was waiting for an answer, and I spent years avoiding the questions about the period of time my wife dated my friend. I never wanted to know what she thought of him as a lover, and never asked about her romances with him. I explained to her that years ago he told me how hot she was and that I was the luckiest friend he had. I explained that it seemed natural for me to envision him being the stud to take her in front of me thinking he thought this way, but being friends it wouldn't happen. I paused before saying, "I was nervous that he might have had a small crush on you all these years." 

"Being your friend I understand why it took so long to tell me he was part of your fantasy, but are you ok with me knowing in the bedroom...hint hint?" she asked. My answer of yes was received with a huge open mouth smile, and followed with another question, "I think you want to role play him tonight don't you?"

Yes is all I had to say before she got up and motioned that she was going to the shower. Her evening shower was usually her calling card for wanting sex in the evening, but tonight she made it much more obvious.

As I heard her make it to the shower and turn the water on I was reminded of the black printed name on my ass, and the promise I made not to have sex with my wife. The panic made my ecstasy return and her eagerness to play with my fetish tonight made me feel like less of a man in ways that only a cuckold could enjoy. I sat there thinking how things were changing for us that night, and was blind to my own hand stroking my cock? I thought more about the man that insisted how I had to have this conversation with my wife. I thought about how easy it was for her to accept him as my fantasy bull, and how he will in role play retake her tonight. 

His threats to blackmail me when his name so easily made it into my wife's imagination was making me come closer to cumming. I wasn't planning on cumming, but the image of him wanting me to cum just before I had to perform in the bedroom turned me on. He demanded for me not to fuck her, and even though he isn't here I suddenly wanted to obey him. I had many fantasies about men with my wife, but his danger made him the best. I had to cum!

I stroked my cock fast, and I didn't last long before cumming all over my hands. I look at my spent cock and thought how I would ever preform later after the day I had. I was about to clean up and try not to focus on how I might of possibly ruined the night when I noticed the tv was still on. It was the same documentary, but now they were interviewing a white couple with darker kids. The imagery and confessions of this couple discussing their family life after committing to the lifestyle was startling. The wife confessed she hadn't slept with her actual husband for several years and he happily admitted they owed it all to a device he was wearing; a chastity restraint.

My guilt was shoved aside as I heard the shower still running, and as I watched the man on TV I envied him. His story was bizarre and so wrong it was shameful, but I knew at least one good friend that wanted to make me in his image. The cum on my hands would be a luxury if I had to wear a chastity device I thought, and I began to be turned on again.

All of the same torment returned and the need to finish what I started. I stroked fast and focused on the vision of my friend buried inside my wife as I watched in a corner with a chastity device on. I would be denied the right to enjoy watching, but he would be pumping her unprotected to her pleasure. I watch him thrust into her she pulls him deeper inside; he looks to me and grunts at each of his cocks fertile contractions.

My ability to stop stoking was in protest to the footsteps coming. My wife was out of the shower and moving around the house, but I had to finish. As I came a second time I was again covered in a smaller pool of cum. My libido was down with two loads of cum over my lap, and with a feeling of self-pity I covered my lap with a pillow to hide my crime.

As my wife passed I struggled to stand to follow behind her. She asked me to follow her to the bedroom in two minutes with a sly smile.

In those two minutes I felt completely drained. I was losing count of how many times I came today, and I had nearly no libido left for what was about to happen. I knew I had to do it, and I knew I had to make it convincing otherwise I will have lost my chance to discuss this while it's hot. Even though I was returning to my senses with my lowered sex drive I knew I still liked the idea of being a cuckold. The ideas that surged in my mind moments ago were way beyond anything I could enjoy now, and my conflict was dealing with a want-to-be bull forcing those ideas.

When I entered the room the lights were off, and only her silhouette could be seen in the bed. I felt instant relief being in the darkness; it hide my shame and the black image on my backside.

I heard her call a name as I entered, but it wasn't my name. She was role playing that I was HIM. We played this game before but I was a policemen or firemen, never a friend. She was coaxing me that it was alright because her husband is away and wanted him to have her. She went into detail how she missed his large cock, and how her husband had no idea how much bigger he is then him. As she spoke it was her talking to him about how she needed a real man, and how she hasn't truly had a decent orgasm since she was last with him.

My wife continued being vocal and I pressured her for more graphic details. I told her to say my acted name, and to repeat how long she wanted his dick.

She was playing with herself as she called out his name louder. She was so horny with this new game that she was begging for my cock inside her. She was repeating how badly she wanted him over the years, and how small her husband's cock was. She had every cuckold line masterfully prepared. We role played this scene with dozens of imaginary men over the years, but no imaginary man had taken her this high. 

This fantasy seemed to be working better than usual for her. It was more real with a person we knew. In the past it seemed a bit staged, but now she was full of life and asked for her husband to watch.

I was surprised and questioned her if she wanted his cum inside her, and that if her husband minded him taking her bear back. The role play of dangerous sex wasn't new for us, but she stopped and went silent and thought. She then asked if it was going too far or if it's something that's ok? She asked how nasty she could be and what her limits were. I was curious were she would go with this, and wanted her to enjoy images I helped create. My answer was she was free to have no rules or boundaries this time.

Even in the dark I could see her eyes roll back in her head as she went deeper into thought. Her next words were of him burying his cock inside her and taking her pussy as her husband watches. She begged for him to take her and make her his with his cum. She said that her husband would not be allowed to be with her as long as his cum is inside her making her his property. 

She was still playing with her pussy and getting closer to satisfying herself before she finally reached and pulled me closer to her. She wanted me to fuck her now, and pulled me down on top of her. "I have wanted this every time I laid eyes on you. I would of gave myself to you on my wedding night if I had too," she said with closed eyes and head tilted back. Her legs were wide and inviting, she wanted his image inside her now.

I tried to push my semi hard cock inside her, but it was still spent from earlier use. She was soaked and it surprisingly went inside. I tried to fuck her, and I tried to find the will to preform but it was very awkward when she stopped moaning with my failed efforts. I could feel myself slide in and out of her, but knew my cock was soft and half its small size. She wanted more than I had to offer.

"Honey I am having the time of my life tonight and please don't think that me having problems right now isn't exciting. I think I am just shocked and overly excited at the idea that you accept this fantasy," I pleaded.

"Are you sure you don't mind because I am really horny right now and was scared I went too far when I felt how soft you are," she apologized.

"I am happy we found a guy we agree can turn you on like this. I am sure even if I was hard you would have been thinking I was smaller than him anyway," I said with a wink.

She laughed and agreed that it was hard to tell me previously, but he did have a much larger cock then me. She then asked what other methods we could use to reach her orgasm if I was unable to finish fucking her. Then before I could answer she reached into her night stand and pulled out her large life like dildo.

I smiled and asked if she needed help with it. She said it would be nice if I licked her as I used the dildo on her. She handed the dildo to me and asked me to call it by her ex-boyfriends name. This was the first time she asked to role play the dildo being another man as I licked her. 

I was concerned how easy this was becoming, but I had to see how far she wanted to go with her role play. I was motioned down between her legs and left looking up at her pussy in a doggy style position. She called her dildo by name and asked it to show me how a man takes a woman. As I sank the dildo into her she called out his name again and again. I felt a bit foolish, and was getting a bit upset at how much she was enjoying this now that we were using my friend's name. She lowered her pussy to my face and told me to lick her and feel how her pussy belongs to him now. She was being taken by the dildo and gyrating on my face in protest of my ability to not keep up with her rhythm. She made no effort to touch my soft cock, and I felt her place a pillow over my lap to help her position. 

She was getting closer to cumming by the sound of her breathing and asked, "Would you want him to cum in me? Do you think he would want to cum in me?" I was unable to answer with her pussy pressing down onto my face, but her asking the question was making her hotter. "What would you do if he really fucked me? Would you tell him to cum in me! I am his slut," she moaned. "You planted the seed for him and I want you to see him push his seed in me," she said as her pussy began to tighten. She was now on fire and moaning his name and holding back something, but as her pussy tightened she repeated his name with meaning.

As she began to cum she broke into testimony. I was feeling her hot cunt pulsate on my face with her moans of admission. "I really want him, and you finally know how bad I want to fuck him," with every word she shed her inhibitions. "Fuck yes make this happen. I want you to see him cum in me. He will have me anyway he wants and I want people to know you're our cuckold!" she panted before falling off me in exhaustion.

We were quiet for what seemed like hours and just laid there in bed side by side. I suspect she was trying to find a way to say how her actions were just part of the role play, but this seemed different than before.

When she broke the silence it was like I heard another person speak. "This is as much you're fault as mine," then she paused to think. "You have asked for me to want another man for so long, and I thought it was impossible to tell you I was thinking of your friend. I lost complete control because it's who I had secretly wanted it to happen with. I had to take this chance to tell you what I wanted," she said apologetically.

All I could do was ask, "What do you mean?"

"The only way you will ever receive your fantasy in the real world or have it played out in the bed room is if it's him. I chose him," she demanded.

We lay in silence once more and it occurred to me I found a way to put two speeding trains on the same track. The reality of my wife wanting my friend, and him wanting her the same way shook my confidence in what I always wanted. What I said tonight opened my relationship up in ways that I never considered. I didn't want to be cuckolded like this, and this reality was different than the one I imagined. Her confessions would make me powerless if it reached his ears.

I searched for something to say, but I was imagining him fucking my wife regardless of what I thought. If he insists on attempting to seduce her and I stop him in any way he seemed willing to go farther than just releasing the video to my wife. My reputation will be ruined and my wife will likely end up with him anyway. If I commit to helping him the possibilities seemed less harmful to my reputation, but it would be effortless for him to have his way. I never considered that my wife might equally love the man that fucks her, and that the man that fucks her might want more then I dreamed of.

My wife broke the silence once more with a departing statement, "You can sleep on this if you like, but I want you to know you already have my approval if you want to tell him." She rolled over to fall asleep leaving me to consider how everything changed and it was my fault...

Playing with Fire Pt. 03



This is the 3rd part of the story that hinges on your knowledge of the 1st two stories. It is a story revolving around a want-to-be cuckold who loses control of his urges, and has minor bi activity for control elements. There is a level of blackmail to this story arc. If you are not a fan of any of the themes mentioned, this story is not for you.

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It was a long night and I hardly slept. I laid there at times considering what I have done to turn my life into someone else's match maker. I felt excitement and a level of achievement for being so close to being a cuckold, but I figured this was more then I asked for. As these thoughts ran through my mind my wife covertly began to masturbate beside me supposing that I was asleep. She couldn't make it through the night without touching herself after my confession that I wanted to share her with my best friend. I remained quiet and pretended to sleep because her breathing and motions gave suggestion that she wanted to be alone with her thoughts. 

It was only yesterday that I accidentally confessed to a friend about my desire to be a cuckold online. He was anonymous until after he gathered pictures and video from me in my aroused state, he told me who he was later to inform me of his reasons. I was shocked to find out the friend I knew for 25 years had his own confession; he wanted my wife. I was so aroused at the time realizing he was the bull I was looking for, but being horny can make you blind. He intends to not stop at confessions and has decided to blackmail me to get at my wife. I had at first given approval of his idea, but now wish I could take it all back.

My confession to my wife came easy as it was common for us to role play in the bedroom, but it was unknown to me she carried a flame for him. She was his ex-girlfriend from high school and the wife of his best friend. Her attitude towards cuckolding me was always of concern and reluctance, but with the news that I might accept her ex-boyfriend as a candidate she has made her opinion clear. She wanted to pursue being shared with him.

The morning came and she rose from bed and rushed to get ready for work. I was still on my time off today, but I straggled out of bed behind her. We were uncharacteristically quiet that morning until a few minutes before she left. She apologized for last night and admitted to losing control. He was her long time crush and keeping the secret was hard, but once I suggested to role play with his name she lost control. Her need to be with him increased as we talked about cuckolding me. She looked remorseful trying to express how long it took for his name to come into the picture, and it was something she wanted to discuss for a long time. The ultimatum she made regarding wanting him was because as much as I liked being a cuckold in fantasy she liked the idea of him being our bull. It would have to be him.

I asked her if it was too late to put the fantasy away and go back to normal. I would give up my fetish and seek counseling for it, and agree to see counseling for us. I explained to her that seeing her with him isn't what I planned, and that she would only be a conquest for him.

She was not impressed, "I thought you wanted me to be a conquest? "She agreed we could begin to put these fantasies behind us, but it would take HER time. She claimed that her fetish to have him take her grew stronger each time I pressured her to cuckold me. He was someone always around and someone she was comfortable with. She began to put his face on every man I described her being with, and like myself fell completely obsessed with us having a bull. "It will take time and we need to find help," she dowered.

We kissed and hugged and she left for work.

I was brewing my second cup of coffee when I heard the doorbell. It rang once and the door started to open. It was him, the man that knew more about me than anyone else. The person I called a best friend for decades entered with no apologies.

"How ya feeling, "was his first words.

"Like a wreck no thanks to you."

"Common it's not that bad you know you want it to happen, and besides I have plans to at least look out for your best interests," he said with a smile.

"How can blackmailing me to get at my wife be in my interest?"

"When I am done you will have at least learned your lesson, and at least this way you know that pretty wife of yours ends up with the right guy. Honestly dude you could have set her up with someone dangerous or sick. You can thank me when I am done," He said while trailing off with a laugh.

I changed the subject and inquired why he is visiting so early into a work day? We normally work at the same business, but today was my day off. I knew his schedule and he must of made a special allowance to be here and not in the office.

He ignored my question and asked if I spoke to my wife about him, but made no illusion that he didn't think that I did. He said it likely would have been hard to talk erotic when I was forbidden to have sex with her, and asked to see if his name was still readable on my ass.

"Yes I couldn't get it all off," I said dryly.

"Let me see for myself, "he said while stepping towards me. He was always larger and stronger than me. He was a practiced athlete and wrestling with him as kids was futile. He shoved me playfully against a counter but his size and strength didn't require more effort than that to pin me; he then pulled my pajama pants to the floor. He inspected his fading name written across my ass and slapped it in approval and suggested a new coat of paint with a laugh.

I tried to pull my pants up, but he stood on the hem forcing them to the ground. I asked him if he was seriously going to try to enforce this blackmail, and how long it would have to go on before he let it go.

"We just started" he answered, but assured me that after I helped him out a few times he would call it off and release me from my servitude. He insisted that for the time being if I trusted my wife it would be best to just play along. With a small push he had me walk out of my pinned pajama pants. "Now where did you leave that marker?" he questioned.

As he followed me to my computer room to find the marker he jeered at the view of my branded ass. We reached the computer room and he snatched the marker from my hand and heavily applied a new coat of black, but now adding the words, "property of".

As he inspected his work with a satisfied smile and noticed something I was trying to hide. My cock was erect.

"I see you're coming around again. THAT should make this easier for you," he teased while looking at my cock. He asked if all my wife's erotic pictures were saved on this computer.

"Yes they are all on this computer and copies would appear in my email that I used to send you them from."

"I want you to show me the pictures in person. Open the folder they are stored in and let me see your open email account," He demanded in a voice that encouraged me to be aroused.

I went to type my password and it was comedic how my hard cock had me reach out for the keyboard to prevent it touching the keys. I opened the folders holding the pictures of my wife that had got me into this trouble to begin with, and opened the email account showing a history of them being delivered. He asked me to leave the room and to satisfy myself if needed, but not to come in till he tells me too.

Minutes pass and I barely have enough time to finish stroking my cock to completion; my arousal had my resistance collapse but it was returning now. Instead of calling me into his room he entered the room I was finishing myself off in. The shame of being caught masturbating in front of a guy would have been different two days ago, but now it was done to his design.

"It's done," he said.

"What's done? What did you do?"

"I don't trust you with your wife's pictures and deleted them, and I took control over your email account. I made a slave for your old account and I will keep the primary. The slave will allow you to function without problems but won't allow you to access its history. Unlike you I won't be showing you pictures of her, or at least not just yet." He gloated over his victory as he explained how it was necessary to enforce that she was not my wife while this test of her virtue is being conducted.

"I have also been thinking and came up with a plan. You are going to cook me dinner and have me over for drinks tonight." He paused for my reaction, but I was slow with a rebuttal why it was a bad time.

He described what he expected of me, and that he wanted no lack of effort to make it look special. He wanted ample wine and food to his liking. He even made demands that the bed sheets be changed just in case this ends up easier then he thought. The food had to be ready exactly at 7pm, but that he would be over earlier. He wanted me dressed at my absolute best and suggested something I should wear.

I tried to detour his plan by feigning her confusion if anything were to look out of place. She will suspect something if he were to just come onto her so sudden like that. In truth I knew she would welcome the opportunity.

"You will do it," is all he had to say to convince me of what the fall out would be. He then left the house after discussing what he expected to be done before his arrival.

I was cursing my luck. My wife will surely get the wrong idea if he comes over after last night's episode of honesty. She will question if I changed my mind and accepted her desires. How can he be here, and they be kept apart so that they don't feel so intimate? If I play this dinner date as a coincidence and make it look like I expect nothing to happen I am sure I can make it difficult for her to respond to his actions. I will explain that this isn't what it we discussed and he is still just a very good friend needing to talk to me about something urgent. She has never flirted with him before when I was around so I doubt she will even know how to start.

Later that day my wife arrived home from work. Her entrance sounded similar to her collapsing at the door with the removal of her shoes and purse. She enters the room to see the house completely tidy, and me busy in the kitchen. She asked if I was trying to out due yesterday's dinner. My answer that we had HIM coming over nearly dropped her to the floor.

"Did you change your mind, "she asked with a smile she was fighting to hide?

"No, he contacted me and wanted to get together and made it sound very important. He is still a friend and I don't think this should be too awkward if we remember that," but who was I kidding it was awkward. He had been over dozens of times in a year, but this visit wouldn't feel the same.

She looked me up and down inspecting my answer and my appearance, "you look dressy for someone just having a friend over for dinner and drinks," she questioned. 

"I was out today and wanted to get out of my holiday funk," I lied.

"Well he is always well dressed and you are looking your best, the hell with being the only one dressed down when he arrives." With that she left the room to head to the shower and primp and prune herself. Later returning wearing a tight black dress that had been reserved for warm vacation destinations. It was above the knee, and strapless. Her curves were visible as it hugged her frame, but in memory I recall it easily jacking over her hips before taking her on a distant beach.

I forgot why I should have been upset and told her what she wanted to hear, "you look amazing." She smiled at my answer and came to me with a hug. She admitted that she over did it, but it won't change the fact that nothing will happen. She thanked me for the compliment and wanted me to understand that this game of having him over and denying her has got her excited, so excited that I should expect a great evening when he leaves. I wanted this night to be over so badly.

We were both very high with anticipation before our guest arrived. We could not pass through the same room without kissing and caressing each other. We were both so intimate and alive. I wanted to believe that the love I felt for her was mutual; I could not wait to have her later tonight.

When our guest arrived he was greeted and welcomed with a customary kiss and hug from his wanted conquest. He was quick to compliment her on her appearance and even seemed to brush his hand over the back of her sheer dress. As he held her for that brief moment he looked into my eyes and smiled devilishly.

We weren't prepared to eat as he requested, and had time to sit for a drink before dinner would be ready. As my wife began to prepare a set of drinks for us I was left alone with him. He told me that I would need my phone in a few minutes and that I was to follow the advice of the caller loosely, but to ask him later for further instructions.

"Who is going to call?"

My phone was already in my pocket as I sat and tried to figure what his plan was. My wife returned with the drinks and before I was able to sample mine the phone rang. It was a digitized female voice, the type that was used for automated callers. The voice was requesting my presence at work immediately as there was an emergency. The nature of the emergency wasn't given, but it demanded my attendance immediately. I knew the call was a fake, but I was told I had to comply.

"Who is it," asked the others.

"Its work and I have to...leave."

Everyone looked shocked, but I knew at least some of them were acting. I thought of protesting, but if I did it would instantly turn into questions from my wife. 

"I'll drive you to work," my friend offered quicker then I could expand on my last comment. "I just arrived and I never got to tell you why I needed to see you."

All I could say was, "ok."

"Who is going to eat dinner with me? I can't eat this all alone, and what a letdown I thought we were going to have company tonight," she was upset.

I briefly thought I was still dealing with the way things were between us, and didn't consider how my next words would so easily help his plan, "He can return after he drops me off and have dinner with you, and there is lots of wine in the cooler." Hearing myself say those words had me cover my crotch to hide my building erection. I lost control without realizing it was even happening.

They both looked at me surprised and taken back by my sudden support. My wife instantly flushed, and he had a look of thanks for helping him cover up a loose end.

As I prepared to leave I entered my bedroom to change, and my wife followed and shut the door behind her. "Why are you leaving me alone with him tonight," She looked confused and hungry for a different answer then the one she had been receiving.

"He can leave if you like, but it didn't change my mind on anything. I won't even be here and you know how every fantasy had us together. Our fantasy is to have me watch so stick with the fantasy; please keep it friendly. Don't make me regret not wanting to ruin your night my love. " I felt so bad with my lies that I could have sank through the floor. I didn't dare tell her directly not to do anything, because I was able to hear him standing near the door and my cooperation was part of our deal. It never occurred to me she made no attempt to suggest he should leave, but whispered in my ear "I won't do anything without your permission."

I kissed her good bye and walked to my friend's car. "Were we heading because it sure wasn't work on the phone," I said looking forward. He laughed and said that I had a date with his coach. As we drove to his place he thanked me openly for the invitation, because he wasn't aware how she might have accepted him arriving alone after dropping me off. I remained quiet and let him speak. He tried to get me to offer advice on what he could do to break the ice. I wouldn't dare tell him that it was only by my efforts that she will be controlling herself around him.

We arrived at his home and he walked me in. I knew his place well and sat on a section of the coach that I had claimed in previous visits. "I plan on trying to fuck your wife tonight," he told me. "She might not give in, but I will be applying all my best moves to make sure she knows I am interested. If I fail tonight I expect to be trying again, and if I succeed you can be assured that this isn't over for a while."

I busted into tears. "Please don't do it! I love her and this is the women I want children with!"

"You want this, you helped set it up yourself how can you deny that? I want your wife alone for the first time, but I promise you that in the future you will be watching me take her. You change your mood steady on this subject, but I know you want it enough that I don't have to feel guilty. Would it make you feel better if I handcuffed you and gagged you while I am gone?" 

I think he meant to insult me with that last statement although it sounded exciting; I didn't want to be excited right now. My tears stopped and my cock rose in my pants. He seen my change of reaction and my growing bulge, "That's the cuck I know."

He retrieved a pair of restraints from his room and laughed about how good being single was. I positioned myself so I was between two solid points in the room. He placed the cuffs on me and trapped me to my fate. As he moved around me I could see that we were now both rock hard. He clearly liked his dominance as much as I loved my submission. As I was restrained below him he checked me over to make sure I would be ok. He also wanted me to have access to his ipad so that I could receive messages? 

He paused before speaking, "Beg me to fuck your wife! Beg me to take her from you!"

"Please make me a cuckold, but don't take her from me," I begged.

"Ahhh yesss I love when you beg. I will fuck her and I will make her mine cuck. This bull is going to take what he wants and you will accept it," his voice rising and getting worked up.

"Screw it forget the blackmail. You can send the video to whomever you want. I will deal with the problems it causes just don't take her from me," my fear had finally overpowered my eroticism.

"What after all this again you act like a pussy and try to walk away! What did you promise me when I showed you this," he pulled his cock from his pants and swung it in my direction. "Who did you promise to make your master?"

It was hard and long and very close to my face. It was how he lured me into pleading with him to cuckold me to begin with and the images of what I promised returned. I needed to feel that shame again, and I wanted to say the things that would make this happen all over again.

"Please master, if you fuck my wife can you leave her for me," I begged with added enthusiasm. As I begged I found tears still welling in my eyes and told him that I can't keep the promise of wanting to lose her, and that I didn't have the strength.

"I will find you the strength!" He said as he shoved his cock into my mouth. I never had a cock in my mouth before and I wasn't sucking on it either; I was choking on it. "Look at me and thank me for what I am about to do," he sneered.

I had a full taste of his cock and he had it buried to back of my throat. I could not move in my restraints and I began to hear the sounds of camera flashes going off. As he backed away he motioned for me to look up and into the camera. It was video and he wasn't talking, and other then his cock I was the only person in the frame. I might of turned away from his cock but it was stuck in my mouth and he was pumping it just enough to let me mumble words.

I gave in and surrendered; it's hopeless at this point to stop it. I am broken and just want this to end. I was convinced the only thing left to do was give him exactly what he wanted. I looked into the camera and confessed "I am here with you as another man is with my wife. He will try to take her from me, and I want him to. Master told me to setup the best man I could and I obey him mmmm. I do this for you master." I didn't remember when I started, but I was stroking my cock as he pumped in my mouth. The image of him holding the camera as I sucked a stranger's cock was a harder blackmail then he already had. I knew this was all wrong and that I was seconds from regretting it as I was preparing to cum. As I stroked and shot my load onto the floor he pulled his cock from my mouth to focus on my face. He only allowed his cock and the small drop of precum to reach my lips; he even tasted better than me.




Playing with Fire Pt. 03



"You really wanted to dramatize for the camera that it wasn't me, thanks. I think you wanted me to have the additional blackmail I was looking for." He put his cock away as my short lived turn with it was done. He paused and considered before speaking, "I think you are ready to see something I prepared before I leave. I was going to make it a surprise, but I think you earned hearing it from me. It's an email to your wife from your email account, and I am about to send it to her phone. She will be holding it as I told her I would call before returning." 

It was an email written as if it was me. A confession that it was my idea to setup this dinner party and leave so that she could be left alone with him. He had purposely added that he didn't know about my plan, but I knew for a long time he was attracted to her. He used all the knowledge he knew of me to work my words into something she wanted me to say, but couldn't. He knew that we shared my cuckold obsession together, and that it was possible to write her with this kind of honesty. He wrote that I wanted her to explore the idea of being with him tonight, and that I would not be home till tomorrow afternoon. He even encouraged her to use our bed, and how I made special care to change the sheets for them. He had it so that I asked her not to tell him I knew, and that it must appear as an affair. I was asking her to make it appear she was cheating on me.

"Do you think I have a chance," he asked?



Playing with Fire Pt. 04



****This is the 4th installment of how a want- to- be cuckold transformed the people around him to force him through every deviant thought he ever held. If you aren't into cuckold stories with bi tendencies, or control/blackmail fetishes that aren't being governed under the rule of the law...please move along this story isn't for you.****

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It was late and I was alone. I thought many times about breaking free from the chesterfields frame and the handcuffs that bound me, but the true strength of my bonds were in the humility of the video my blackmailer had of me. With each passing hour I was wondering if there was a chance he would walk in alone and admit defeat, but with the rising of the sun through the window it would look more like he would return with another story. 

My legs were the only thing asleep when I heard the door begin to budge. As the footsteps made their way closer to the room I heard him clear his throat. "Did you know or did she tell you," was his first question.

"Know what?"

"That she was going to be that easy for me to seduce. I felt more like it was her seducing me," he said with a mocking voice that still seemed wanting.

"Did you do it; did she let you touch her? Why do you need the part of her that made her mine alone, is it that important to you to have me suffer the shame of being your cuckold?" I lashed.

"You promised to help me cuckold you and I am afraid you didn't exactly help as promised. I think you knew she wanted to fuck me, and had the option to watch if you wanted too. You got scared and tried to stop it," he said with perfect clarity of what I attempted to do.

"I was scared you were going to go too far with this and try to take her from me, and we both know you won't be happy unless you fuck her unprotected. I wanted to stop the train wreck before it happened. I love my wife and knew how far you both would go," I admitted. I never told him about my wife's crush, because the fear of their mutual attraction was going to leave me powerless.

"I fucked your wife," he said with a pause. "I won't be telling you more than that, but if your wife is willing to fill in the blanks it's up to her. After all I am not supposed to know that you're aware of me being her back door man, and I'll be back for more." He continued with a warning that I better not prevent future visits or I would be sorry, and since I attempted to thwart him being with her it will cost me somehow.

I was confused and angry. "So are you going to keep fucking my wife, have you not done enough already?"

He explained that he doesn't at the moment have the desire to see my wife in that way. It was all about making her his, and taking her with my knowledge. He explained how my lack of submission and her sheds of guilt left in her eyes have him wanting more. "This will be over when you're both mine."

We didn't say much after that. He unlocked me and helped me to my feet. He had the smell of a well sexed man. He said he would offer me a drive home, but he thought it was best to call a cab to maintain the misdirection of me not being at his home.

As the cab pulled into my drive way I noticed the car was missing. I walked into the home and checked the rooms, but the house was empty. I found last night's dinner still on the table with empty wine bottles accompanying it. I tried to imagine how they must have tried to both pretend to be just friends while setting the mood for the other to be seduced. My imagination met reality when I found my wife's dress lying on the floor at the end of the table. As I inspected the dress and the table around it I found fragments of a torn condom package. It would appear he took her here on the table that I set to serve them on. "They didn't even finish dinner before there urges to be together would overtake them," I thought.

I went through the house and found her bra in the computer room, and the bedroom properly soiled from there play. The mattress and bed board might have had a story to tell; the bed looked like it shifted away from the wall. The smell of their sex lingered in the room. As I peered beyond the bed that my wife betrayed me in; I saw a glimmer of hope. There in the garbage was the condom.

I stood overlooking the garbage and looked down at the condom. I saw other condom packages in the garbage with the condom. I had to know. I inspected the packages to get a count on how many times he might have fucked her, but the packages were all sealed. I checked each package and each of them remained unopened. 

I felt my head get light and wondered why he stopped at fucking her once, but had to know for sure. I did the previously unthinkable and hoisted the used condom from the garbage. It was still wet and smelled of my wife. I tried to look through the condom, but could not see what I was looking for. I dared to roll the condom inside out, but nothing was there. This condom was dry inside.

I knew what this must have meant instantly. She either asked him to take it off or he removed it. She wanted him inside her and she gave herself to him completely. He was ready and willing to take her safely, but she must have made the choice to give him everything.

As I stared at the used condom and smelled its used aroma I found myself excited. My wife has just taken her first lover without protection and I am lost in sexual desire for her. I sniffed the condom and tasted the juices she created for another man from it. My raging hard on is pushing me to know; to really know. I tore my clothing off and stood nude with the condom in my hand. I placed the used condom on my cock and imagined it being me wearing it as he had my wife bare back. The condom felt loose and far too big for my cock. I stroked my shaft inside of its baggy interior with a furor to pay homage to my wife's infidelity. As I stroked and imagined the worst I was more and more turned on. I wanted the worst and wanted to be a cuckold that would be the nature of stories that would sound impossible to translate to rational sexuality.

I then heard the door open. My burning sexual rage had to wait as I instantly felt ashamed and completely unprepared to explain the act of celebrating her fucking my friend unprotected. I dashed into the joining bathroom and leaped into the shower. Behind the closed curtain I tugged the condom off and hide it above the ceramic tile.

I ran the water and waited. The door opened and she called out my name. I was slow to answer, but replied with a question of where she had been. She was returning from coffee, and was thinking it wasn't going to help because she had no sleep. She asked if she could come in the shower with me, because she needed to talk.

As she entered the shower I stood turned towards her. She was flushed and looked like somebody returning from the gym.

"I did it," was her first words. "I wanted to, but wouldn't have if you didn't ask me too. He did want me like you thought, and he was very easy to seduce," she said with a laugh. What she was unaware of was that I never actually asked her to be with him last night, it was an email that he wrote using my email account poising as me that gave her all the permission she needed to find herself into bed with him.

It might have been from the stroking or her admission of being with him, but it was at that moment after telling me she was with him did she notice I was rock hard. She smiled from ear to ear with my apparent pleasure with what she did and took my cock between two of her fingers. She continued to say "He fucked me all night long and for the first time in years my pussy is sore from using heavy equipment." 

As she slowly rubbed my cock she talked about how he admitted to seeing erotic pictures of her in the past, and she admitted that she knew I was showing them. He wanted her to show him the pictures again, and she had enough wine that it excited her to be the one hearing how she looked in them. She admitted to not finding them on the computer, but was unaware that he knowingly deleted them earlier. "He wanted to see my lingerie pictures and I could not find them, and stripping for him seemed like a good alternative," she whispered.

She kissed me with the reminiscent smell of his cock on her lips. As we kissed I felt the body that was just with another man, and knew parts of him were still inside her. I felt her breasts and groped her ass. I wanted this woman so badly. I made my way around her hips and to her swollen mound. My touch made her wince in pain.

"He was a bit big last night, I am kind of sore," she said looking very apologetic.

I continued to kiss her and celebrate the rest of her body with my hands. She was stroking my cock, but I longed for it to be in her pussy. The building denial was so alluring. She suddenly stopped stroking and moved her hands to my hips and began to twist me.

"What is that on your ass," she questioned in shock.

I forgot! The black permanent marker written on my ass by her lover was still there. It was his name and with the tag of me being the property of his. It was originally meant to keep me dressed and away from her sexually by having me avoid unwanted questions. She stared at me in disbelieve and I wondered how she might react to this. How could I explain how my written admission to being the property of the man that may have bred my wife in our martial bed was in good taste? I went to open my mouth, but never found the words to say. She looked at me and waited before answering her own question.

"Thank you, I am so happy you support me the way you do. I worried you wouldn't be able to handle him being the guy that broke my vows," as she motioned for me to lower myself down to my knees. Could it be that all my actions are so obviously accepting of what she did, or is she just seeing what she wants to see? I was so lost for words at that moment I didn't see what was coming next until she pressed her swollen pussy on my face. 

She didn't smell the same. Her pussy was mixed with the water in the shower, her current arousal, and the smell of what he left inside her. As she pulled my face into her crotch I let myself go for a second and allowed my tongue to pleasure her.

"Oh god yes, I wanted this for so long. I wanted to make you lick my used pussy for so long and your best friend from it, "she moaned. As she worked up a rhythm with my face and tongue to break into another round of confessions, "The condom broke." She then stopped speaking and waited for my response as she continued to gyrate with force on my face. 

I saw the condoms, and they were either still in the packages or completely intact. I considered her lie, but kept my tongue out as I thought. The taste of her cheating pussy was over my lips and running into my mouth. My reluctance to pull away after her confession was building a fire of lust inside her.

She broke the silence while looking down into my eyes while I was peering up from her mound. "Do you taste him?" She was like a sprinter waiting for the gun to go off. She asked again, "Do you taste him, do you like it?"

I nodded yes before burying my tongue deep into her folds. She moaned in ecstasy as she neared cumming. I was a cuckold both in what she had done, and what I was letting be done to me. I licked her pussy completely clean as she edged closer to cumming for the first time after being with another man.

"Yes, yes, yessss your my cuckold. I made you my cuckold now lick him from my pussy. I love this. Lick your friend from my pussy because I made you too...argggg."

Her passion left her body with her passing orgasm. She motioned me to my feet and hugged me. "Thank you so much for everything, and let's change that name on your backside to something more flattering to me," she said before stepping out of the shower. She left me alone in the shower with my still hard cock. I felt so ashamed that she left before finishing me, but needed the relief to calm my overcharged senses. I beat myself till I came down the drain of the shower.

After leaving the shower I returned to my room which had slightly changed. The garbage full of unused condoms was gone. There was only one remaining and it appeared torn. "She is supporting her lie," I thought.

We then talked more about what happened. How she stripped and how she asked for him to give her a show in return. This lead to her taking him into her mouth as his cock hung in front of her face. From that point he fucked her in several rooms before finishing inside her without knowing the condom was broken. She asked how I felt about my first cuckold experience, and if it was what I imagined.

I was spent emotionally and sexually after the shower. I felt like throwing up. I explained to her it was more than I could imagine her doing and that I knew I put her up to what happened, but I was unsure if I would like to see it happen again.

She looked disappointed. "You started this. Why did you let me fuck him knowing I wanted too so badly? If you were there it might not have went so far, and now that you're a bit scared you want me to stop. This isn't fair," she was getting angry.

"Honey I have to live with the knowledge that my best friend had you in our bed, and we will all be reminded of it every time we see each other," I pleaded.

"Then why stop at one time? It is done and I did this initially for you and now you want to make me feel guilty for it. I don't want to stop. I really like this cuckold thing now and want to give it real try," she said as convincing as she could.

With a man that demanded to see her again and a wife that demanded that she sees him I was out of cards. I knew if I fought this and caused a real argument it would be hard to come back from. I betrayed her virtue when I set her up with the idea of him long ago. She couldn't be allowed to be made guilty for the things I encouraged, and a fight now would only push her into his arms. I couldn't bare the world knowing the truth on how I have finally become the cuckold I longed for. I was safe and asked her how she wanted this to play out.

She wanted more control in the bedroom, and loved the control she had over me with having another lover. My years of initiating my fetish to be humiliated has led her to vicariously want to see me humiliated by other man, and they have to know how my masculinity is hers to handover. She admitted to not showering before I got home in hopes she could have me lick her first. She even said it pleased her knowing that I pleasured myself after her leaving the shower. The writing across my ass made her feel secure, and knew that my humility in that way left me sworn to her. She then asked me if I meant what I said many times before, "Would you really do any fantasy I choose if I did yours?"

"I said I would, but it doesn't mean I want to lose you. I am scared that you're not as interested in fun between just us anymore and it's scary for me," I said. "You went from not wanting to participate in this lifestyle to falling in love with my friend, and now having me consummate your love by degrading me."

"You won't lose me, but I want to be shared with him for a while. I want to have him like I did last night till he is comfortable with me and then I want him to know you had no choice but let me be with him," she said while looking as if she was scheming. "I am not even sure if you have a choice now, I am going to be with him as long as he will have me", she affirmed." Are you planning on keeping his name written on your ass, or can we change it to something more appropriate? You are my property not his."

I thought about the answer and knew that choice might not be mine. He might want to keep it there even though she seen it; he has been unpredictable. "I might keep it there for your pleasure," I tried to joke.

"It's not my pleasure, it's the fantasy I have yet to finish telling you about," she paused and I listened. "I need to know you're sworn to me and me alone, and it's hard to have a person sign that kind of contract. I saw a picture of a tattoo while looking at porn with you that I liked. It was a picture of a man with a cuckold tattoo. There were a few types, but I liked the tattoo of the small male symbol being eclipsed by the large male symbol penetrating the female symbol." Her fantasy was to mark me in a humiliating way that would give her comfort in our relationship while actively being with other men. "I really want you to show me in a physical way who you are to me."

I knew exactly what tattoo she was talking about. Her pleading to make her feel in control and secure after doing what she did was extreme. Most people would think the cuckold would have all the jitters, but it was my wife that feared losing me if I rejected her fantasy or got angry with mine happening. The permanent marker only made her realize she needed security in her ownership of me while she was away, but the marker would wash off in time. The conversation of her seeing him again sexually was over; this was if I wanted to remain part of it on her terms. I could have cried or screamed and left the room but I realized that I needed her regardless how things were changing. I asked where she would want the tattoo so that it remained so precious to her ego, and she replied it should be on my lower belly near my cock so it can't be missed.

The twisted bond I felt at the moment of her wanting to control me and humiliate me at this level had me agree to do almost anything. I wasn't thinking about the other man pounding her as I remained loyal, or how I would be despised by most vanilla couples. The thrill of going this extra step with her had me forget the real goal of her wanting to be with other men. In agreement I started the online search for a tattoo parlor, but the wife already knew a spot.

The tattoo parlor she chose was in the next town, and not busy that day. It was the weekend and we went to look at its appearance. It gave us time to talk and discuss what happened. I never had the courage to question her about the condom not breaking, but that torment gave me the twisted desire I needed to enter the tattoo parlor. As we entered and introduced ourselves they proceeded to show us previous work they had done. She showed the group of artists a printed sketch of the tattoo she wanted and said, "We would like this one for him please." One of the male artists looked at me with a huge smirk and replied, "Sure."

He sat me in a large black recliner placed all the way back. Before sitting I removed my pants and sat on a chair liner, my freshly shaven complexion looked pearly white under his lights. As he prepared a stencil for my tattoo I was squeamish how large it looked. I was thinking it would be a small tattoo the size of a quarter to the right of my cock and well below my belt. The stencil he drew was possibly part his impression or the one implied by the picture my wife gave him. It was several times larger then what I wanted and it was instead placed directly above my shaft. It would completely cover my shaven pubic region, but her encouragement was relentless.

He tried to make small talk with my wife, and it was obvious he was trying to flirt with her. He wasn't her type at all, but the closer the simple black tattoo came to being complete the more she flirted back. It became very awkward when he asked if she was restricting herself to one other guy, and if the tattoo was in the dedication to him. He was hitting on her right in front of me; while he was making it impossible for me to be respectable with my pants off ever again. My cock began to rise even with the enduring pain as there conversation reached personal levels I didn't expect to have with a total stranger. My rising cock had us laugh a bit in admission to how strong my approval must be, but the artist was seriously not pleased with his distraction.

"You will have to put that away before I continue, I am not interested in having your cock waving in my face as I ink. You know we have something in the shop that can help that," he joked.




Playing with Fire Pt. 04



"What a bag of ice," she laughed.

"No the other side sells sexual novelty items and we have a few male chastity models in stock," his words had my already weakened state boom with ideas. She knew from pornography what a chastity device looked like on a man and asked me what I thought. My reply was it could be fun while I am getting the tattoo on. My partial agreement was making the commitment part of her fantasy to cuckold me more complete. She looked to the artist in approval that we wanted one.

As he left the room to retrieve the item from the other side of the shop I wondered how I might get my manhood to fit while so stiff. As he entered the room with the device it became about putting it on me. I felt like he both wanted the sale of the device and the gratitude of my wife for helping her in this extra way. As they both watched I carefully tried to stroke myself flaccid again, but the pain from the tattooed area was distracting and my erection stubborn. She was holding the device in her hands and trying to encourage me to cum as he stood behind her looking clearly at her frame. I thought it was only his view of her from behind that was keeping him in the room, and he was eyeing her like a hungry wolf.

As I stroked my shaft she was bending over me and talking dirty, "What would you like me to do so that I can put this on you? I want him to finish your tattoo." Again I found myself looking at him looking at her bent over in front of him. As she caught my glance looking behind her she became aware of him ogling her. "Isn't it enough he is branding you, and fitting you with a restraint for you cock? You have to enjoy him looking at me too, he is..." she said implying as if I might be getting a bit greedy.

"You two are the biggest sexual deviants I met all day," he said laughing again. He took a step closer behind her to have a better view what was happening on the other side. As he approached I let go of my cock and pulled my wife's dress up over her bent frame so that it was sitting just below her ass. 

Her eyes went wide open, "What are you doing?"

"I think your husband liked the way I was talking to you miss, and it would appear he wants to earn that tattoo already," the artist said coolly.

I wanted to watch. I wanted to see what I missed the night before. This man is in the process of humiliating me in a way that can't easily be undone. With only a suggestion he had both of us wanting to conceal my ability to be a man and it was clear he would be man enough for her. I wanted this man to humiliate me more.

She looked back and forth from me to him and asked, "You are making a very big request right now; do you know what you're asking me to do?"

"Yes," I answered quickly.

"Will you include regular use of the chastity device as being part of the tattoo," she said with a deep swallowing of her fear and apprehension.

I didn't even listen to her question, "Yes."

She then changed her posture. She moved to stand with her legs wider apart as she bent over towards me. She was slightly wiggling her ass, and she closed her eyes and placed my hard cock in her mouth. I took control for the first time and lifted her dress higher on her frame, but this time so high it slide over her shoulders and onto the floor. As she nervously wiggled her ass in wait for the strangers touch he moved to view his offerings. He slid her panties off her smooth inviting body, but instead of them falling to the floor he placed them into his pocket. As the artist dropped his own pants he hesitantly reached for a condom in a drawer, but by force of will I made our eyes lock. I nodded no to him while looking at the condom, and signaled to put it away. He looked confused, but she was unaware of what was happening with her face buried on my cock. It was only when his cock was sliding into her did she ask if he had a condom. His answer was, "No."

She looked at me a little upset and murmured while sucking my dick that this wasn't what she planned to happen. He was no less than 15 years younger than us, and the only thing harder than his cock was my ability to remember ever being that erect. This complete stranger then plunged deep inside her. It was the first push that moved her body closer to mine and let me know that he was thrusting inside her. This was the first time I witnessed another man take my wife, and this man was especially humiliating. He gripped her hips and pulled her deep onto his cock. I could hear the flap of his body on her ass, and feel her grunts as he pounded her pussy. He was treating her not like a lady, but like a fuck toy. The image of the panties in his pocket and my trophy wife on his cock was too much for me to handle as I began to cum in my wife's waiting mouth.

As she was taking my cum he began to push harder and she let herself fall over me. He was fucking her on top of me and holding her by her hair now. Her face came closer to mine and our lips met. She kissed me with a mouth full of cum to my surprise. She let it drop from her mouth and into mine as she was being fucked rough from behind, and before we could trade it back he pushed her farther on top of me so that I was nearly looking up at his barely legal aged balls slap against my wife's swollen pussy. As I laid there trying to swallow and watching as he fucked her my cock began to fade. He pulled her back onto his shaft while standing and let her gather the chastity device. This young buck showed her nothing but his dominance as he buried her face near my crotch so she could go to work positioning my restraint as he man-handled her from behind. As she was putting the tube on me and finding the collar to lock it he slowed his thrusts so that it went on perfect. After locking the collar and securing the penis restraint he asked her where he should cum.

I answered for her, "Please cum in her. Another man came in her and I want to see it for myself. Please cum in my wife". I was feeling oddly powerful. My wife looked concerned and it was only the leverage of giving me what I wanted so that I would commit to every favor she was asking that kept her from pulling away.

"So you want me to cum in your wife you fucked up cuckold? I would but I think she will enjoy something else," as he pushed her again over my face. This time his thrusting was hard and fast. His intent to cum was guaranteed, and his ability to pound my wife had her nearly splashing on my face with each impact. I was looking at his balls rise, and waiting for the contractions of his cock to start when he pulled himself from her sheath. I was taken by total surprise as he instead reached for my hair and pulled my face in line with his spurting cock. Stream after stream sprayed across my face. My wife turned in surprise to what was happening, but only showed relief to his kindness not cum inside her. His cock was finishing its final pulses over my face when my wife placed one hand on his shaft and moved to kiss him.

I had a new pain I never felt before. It was from the part that most deserved the pain. My cock strained against its restraint as my wife thanked him for what he did. Her hand was still lingering on his cock as she was now facing him. He reached out and hugged her naked body and thanked her for a good time. She returned his thanks with another big kiss as she pointed at his pocket with her panties, "His trophy wife wants you to keep those." She had a new appreciation for this man suddenly.

After being offered a cloth for my face he returned to the business of finishing my tattoo. After completing the tattoo she had to ask him why didn't he cum in her. "I don't like bossy cuckolds," was his answer and offered one more piece of advice. He tossed me the panties he had in his pocket and said, "Put them on." He was being rude and this request wasn't his to make. I would have liked to been able to stand up and act offended, but wearing women panties seemed so trivial compared to what just happened.

"I said put them on," and he finished his statement with my complete name. "You know my dad very well and he would be shocked to know what his son just did." I didn't recognize him or hear his actual name while in the shop. I looked at him closely and could have fainted. He was the son of another of my good friends, and the son of the 2nd of my wife's ex-boyfriends. "Just put the panties on and promise that you're going to start listening to your wife and what happened stays here" he said coolly.

I slide the panties on and by their appearances it pleased them both. My manhood was held tight, and helped provide a feminine look. The cuckold tattoo was bright and visible over the outline of the panty. The fact my wife knew his mother didn't seem to faze her when looking at how undignified he was making me look. She was turned on, and it was written all over her face.

"Oh my god honey, I never noticed how little hair you have on your bikini line. It's like you were meant to look like a women in panties." She said while touching my restraint over the panties. "You will have to find a way to keep our friends son from telling everyone how you got me to fuck him, maybe you should start by keeping those panties on for a while."

It wasn't the same when he slid his hand up the back of her dress as she was inspecting me this time. "If for any reason he doesn't play his role you can always let me know" he said groping her bare ass. She turned to face him once more and put her hands around the back of his neck and kissed him. I stood watching this barely legal kid stare me in the eyes as he for a second time lifted her dress up and over her head. As he held her naked body I saw him whisper something in her ear, and she answered back. I imagined it was something that made her uncomfortable as she looked to loosen herself away from him for a moment. Was she trying to appease our friend's son in order to keep our actions discrete?

He looked at her thoughtfully as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She took the cock that was in the prime of its life from his pants and started to devour it to his balls. "No," he said. "You tell him the truth."

She stopped sucking and removed his cock from her mouth and spoke into it as if it was a microphone. "Honey, this is where I used to buy our sex toys before he started to work here. You were too shy to come with me remember. I knew he might be here and picked him as our artist for a reason. I didn't plan on fucking him, but that was your idea wasn't it? He just asked if I wanted to be fucked by him again now that we know who he is. I already knew the truth the first time, but asked him if you could watch him finish what you asked for earlier," she said sounding muffled while talking into his crotch.

He cut any comment either of us had off and sternly spoke to us, "I wanted him to hear what you asked me so I could tell you NO. You saw where I left the condom in my desk. I want you to get dressed and take it with you as you sit in our waiting room and wait for use to be done," he said while trying to concentrate with her already sucking on his cock again.

I remembered this man as a child, and used to tease his father that he looked like the mail man's kid. Now I found myself putting my pants on over my wife's panties as she straddles his bare cock. As I collected the condoms from his desk I saw him pick her straddled body off the ground. His strong arms carried her skewered body to the door ahead of me and opened it wide. "Get out and take a seat until we are finished". 

As I walked out the door I could see she was already about to cum as she watched me leave. As they continued her moans were getting louder so that everyone in the room started to hear her excitement. I heard him bang her lifted body against the wall, as my cock banged against the hardened sides of its cage. As the pace of her body thumping against the wall grew faster so did the strength of her voice. The sound of her body bouncing between him and the wall created a rhythmic pulse of pain in my newly printed tattoo. I couldn't see his man hood prepare to bred her, but the soft feel of her panties on my skin reminded me how he claimed her. As the sound of her body hitting the wall reached a speed indicating his end was near her voice could be heard moaning his name and begging "Don't stop, say my name and please don't stop." The final sounds of his triumph over her body were signaled with him calling her by her complete name for the store to hear as he pushed her hard into the wall and held her there for several minutes before hearing her shoes touch the floor again.



Playing with Fire Pt. 05



***This is the final chapter of a man tortured by the things he created, and later deeply regrets his choices. It tries to describe the nature of his sexual obsession, and how it became fatal to a personal life. If you are not a fan of strong cuckold content this story is not for you. It has blackmail elements that are hinged on his obsession, and if that isn't what your into move along. This story is heavily related to the content of the previous chapters***

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I was unsure if I should stand up when I heard the door open, or if I should have remained seated in fear of falling back down in shame. My wife strode straight out of the room with a completely flushed face, and looked like she might have stepped out of a sauna. As she walked past me in the waiting room I traced her movements and noticed for the first time exactly how many other people were in the store. Each of her limping steps would have made someone think she had a sports injury if it weren't for the sounds of her body being properly fucked against the wall for us all to hear just minutes ago.

A female store clerk was smiling in my direction and giving me her approval with a thumb up, and other customers looked half confused and half amused. As the artist strode out of the room he wore a look of satisfaction on his face. He motioned for me to join him at the cash with the smiling clerk.

"Ring him up for one male chastity device, and a special rate tattoo," he said while considering the math. "What did we agree about the price of that tattoo before we started; it's kinda rare and more delicate then most of my work, "he questioned while glaring right into my eyes.

"We didn't agree on a price, but I am pretty sure with our history and recent cooperation you could strike us a deal," I whispered in levels to be heard over the amusement of the store clerks giggles.

"I just gave you a complete pubic tattoo, and fucked your wife twice and let you watch once. You want a deal?" He looked amused but remained business orientated. "It's normal for us to take pictures and list our customers when permission is granted. Do you want to make absolute sure that your discretion is kept? It wouldn't exactly be abnormal for me to mention that I ran into my dad's good friend at work today," he said in a leading voice.

"If I pay you a thousand would you keep all of this to yourself and never speak of this again," I begged.

"I fucked her twice so I would think that it would be fair to make it 2 thousand and consider the cage and tag free this time," he said with a side way smirk.

I paid the man in credit and tried to thank him as honestly as I could, but knew that the feeling of thanks had worn off after leaving the room where he fucked my wife in minutes ago. I walked to the car and found my wife sitting in the passenger seat and looking out the window on her side.

I entered the car and looked at her for some kind of reading or suggestion of how she was feeling. I wanted to scream and start a fight after how easily she gave herself to him, but her defensive wall was her inability to look at me. I drove home and tried to make small talk by remarking on how fast things happened and how my tattoo is sore. Her silence continued.

As we arrived home she headed straight for the shower and locked the door behind her. She later went to lie down and was quiet for the rest of the day. I tried to make conversation and express concern how we needed to talk about what just happened, but her only remarks were how she needed time to think about what we just did.

I spent the remainder of the weekend cooking and trying to console her. I would have been irate, but I had the overwhelming impression that what had transpired in two days has taken a toll on her. She didn't look powerful or happy, but she looked unmistakably depressed. As the weekend continued I realized that if I wanted to salvage things between us I had to approach her so that whatever was on her mind was something we could work out.

Our first conversation was late on Sunday evening as we were preparing to go to bed for an early day of work. Her opening words were "I am so ashamed and how could you let me do that?"

"You pushed for most of what happened, and if I remember it correctly you actually became the person pushing for an opportunity to fuck the first guy," I answered in a tone that I wish I could of made more understanding. "I was more scared then you in the end but you know exactly how worked up I get. You used that to create a second situation that will have me looking at my decision for the rest of my life," I said while lowering my pajamas and showing my caged cock and view of my recent cuckold tattoo.

She laughed a bit at the view of my cock, because in our recent silence we never even discussed that she had the key to the cage. Her quick smile disappeared with another brooding look on her face. "Do you know why I lost control this weekend? "She asked not waiting for an answer. "I am guessing it has everything to do with the hormone pills I was taking for the last month; yes the ones the fertility clinic prescribed," as she finished speaking she buried her face into her hands and sobbed. "Yes I wanted your friend, but I wasn't prepared to go so far so fast."

"Did they both cum in you, and do you think there is a chance you might be pregnant," I asked looking for an honest answer to the most important question in my mind.

"YES! They both came in me and I felt horrible enough after your best friend did. I lied about it because I didn't want you to know how far we went, and l left for a morning after pill before you arrived home. Your acceptance had me wanting to go farther with the role play mostly out of guilt, and I truly thought I wanted the lifestyle we talked about. Then you had to push the thought of the second guy in my mind as well, and at first you were giving me too him. I then lost control and did exactly what you wanted, but when he came in me it's because I asked him too," she said looking angry. "I don't think I am pregnant because of the pill, and I have felt horrible all weekend because of it. You gave me away twice this weekend and it hurts to think how destructive this is."

"Why didn't you tell me, and how was I supposed to know that the hormones would have that kind of effect," I countered. "You basically told me you wanted my friend so badly that I was left feeling like my best option was controlling it, until I realized sitting in a waiting room listening to you bouncing on our friends sons cock I had no control," I said while my cage strangled my cock in place. "Is it too late for us to try? I would love to fuck you right now if you would let me show you how much I desire you."

"I don't think it will work after taking that morning after pill, and I am far too sore after allowing your friends to have me several times," she said shyly. She explained that the drug had other side effects she doesn't understand. It made her hyper-sexual, but she claimed it was over now. She explained that during the height of her arousal all she could think about was attractive men taking her bare. She tried to allow me to breed her the night of my admission, but when I talked about her with my friend it permentently turned her attention to him. When she was with him it was her that took his condom off, but it was because she expected him to pull out of her. He instead pushed deeper inside of her without knowing he was about to finish inside her that first time. After he did it once it didn't matter anymore and they both lost control. She explained that most of what happened was her fault and that it was her seducing that led him into our bed. The hormones made her see exactly why my fantasy was so hot to me, and she felt only attraction for other men at that time.

I felt like everything made more sense now. Her extreme mood swings towards my long term fantasy, and how quickly she became the aggressor. I felt safe knowing that even though she really went all the way with both of the men that she had the sense to protect herself afterwards from pregnancy. "What to do now," I questioned?

"I want to explain to him what happened, and make sure he understands why I did it," She said. "I would prefer if you at least admit to him the reason I chose him was because of our kinky game, but I would prefer if you told him you were in on the encounter from the start. You need to tell him why I am still your wife, and how we need to stop."

Her not knowing I set the entire thing up by wanting him to blackmail me into leaving him alone with her. Him not knowing from the start I knew she wanted to fuck him was too much of a lie for me to bear.

"I will tell him tomorrow that I know what happened. I will leave out the parts were you tried to get pregnant, but that you had prescribed pills that made you act on the first guy you had around," I said in a soothing voice. I wanted her to get beyond the guilt so that the deed of what happened would be less powerful. "I will explain to him that I am not mad, and that I know you encouraged him into the bed room. I will convey that you feel very guilty for coming between us." I was suddenly feeling very sexually excited while discussing my coming confession. "Am I allowed to ask him how good you were in bed," I said jokingly.

She reached out for my cage and said, "That's why the cage is staying on for a while." She then gave it a few teasing twists in her fingers and motioned me to cuddle with her. As I laid there with my straggled cock rested against her ass in big spoon position I was tormented by the thoughts of the coming conversation and how to handle it. She broke the silence once more, "If you discuss what happened with him don't look at the pictures he took if you're not prepared. Please tell him to keep everything secret, and ask him to delete those pictures."

The next day was a normal day. I dropped my wife off at work and then proceeded to my own place of employment. The day was like all others until lunch; I entered the cafeteria and approached the same corner my closer workmates usually use. As I approached the friend who had tasted my wife's infidelity, and saw he was currently the center of attention. I quietly took position behind the huddled mass to see what the commotion was. They were looking at pictures on his phone, and the pictures were unmistakably my wife. The pictures were not like her erotic pictures she gave me; it was her presenting herself to a lover. There was a picture of her bent over spreading and another with her legs up with a pillow on her face while masturbating. He didn't show a picture with a clear view of her face, but each picture was her in our bed. The other guys at the table quickly lost interest in his weekend conquests, but the phone remained out for me to inspect. I knew he allowed only me to handle the phone because there was more he wanted me to see. As I carefully flipped through the pictures I saw others with her face intact. I saw pictures with her mouth full of his cock, and others with his dick buried inside her. He interrupted my browsing and motioned to allow him to show me his favorite picture. He explained that the women was married and really got off on this picture. Nobody at the table was offered to see it; it was reasonable considering the type of relationship he and I had. As he showed me the picture I noticed it was a video and it had my wife's face in plain view. I wanted to see the video, but with the people around me I had to wait.

During lunch he made several comments about his weekend and the married women he recently slept with. He told the table that he knew the women for a long time and it was her that wanted him. He reveled that during sex she admitted to wanting him again so badly that she would tell her husband about him if it made him feel better. He explained it so that her husband sounded powerless to satisfy her sexually, and that she was able to do whatever she liked. They all joked about how good of thing he found in finding a married woman with no strings attached. He agreed and admitted to wanting to see her again, and also thought she already told her husband about him. The table laughed at the idea of a husband so weak as to be forced to accept his wife's adultery.

As lunch finished people started to head back to their stations. I followed my friend from the cafeteria and asked to see the video, and if we could find some time to talk. "Are you sure," was his answer. With a yes he invited me over to his place after work. I tried to explain that I had to pick up the wife after work, but he was wiser then me and knew it would be bad to discuss what happened while at work. I told him I would make arrangements.

I called the wife during my mid afternoon break and told her that because I had a long talk with our friend about what happened I was very behind on my work. It was a lie and many of the things I told her were lies, but I still had to properly talk to him and see that video. I told her I had to stay late tonight so that I could make the time up. She pressured for information on how the conversation went, but I left it short and said I would discuss it with her when I got home. I said that we are on good terms and that he understood what we did, and that it would remain discrete. She then asked if he deleted the pictures he took of her. I admitted to seeing her pictures, but in the process a few of the guys also seen a few without her face or identity given. She asked if I thought anyone recognized her and if anyone said anything that was bad. I told her that my work friends now think he is a total stud for doing that with a hot married women, and nobody had a clue it was her when talking about how lucky he was in front of me. "Did he delete the pictures yet," was all she could say in a gasping voice. I told her he hadn't yet, but I could try to persuade him in private later. She explained that she would prefer if he deleted them before I saw them all, but if I didn't mind he could keep a few safe pictures. She explained that she would also need to stay slightly late, and if I am not too late I could still pick her up. We hung up after saying how much we loved each other, and I think we both felt like something very hot just happened.

After work I followed my friend back to his place and parked in his driveway. We both entered his home and entered his living room. He turned on one heel and asked me what I wanted to discuss exactly? I should have just told him what my wife told me from the start. I was supposed to admit to her telling me about him, and how we wanted his interference to end. I still wanted to see the video first. I told him that I would like to see the video before I made a confession. 

"You know your confession will mean nothing after seeing that video. I am holding exactly what you have been dying to see and you know it," he looked dismissive. "I will show it to you because you deserve to know, and you should know this wasn't my entire fault," he said with a comforting voice. He handed me the phone with the video prepared. As I watched he stood watching me, and studying my reaction.

The video started with him speaking to her. He was asking her if she was sure about something, and she was begging for him to do it. I then heard him grunt and the phone shift in his hands and I could see his cock slide in and out of her with glistening cum appearing around his shaft. As he was cumming inside her she was moaning for him to not pull out, and how she wanted this for so long. He asked if she was concerned that he came inside her, and she answered by placing her legs up high on his shoulders. She continued to moan his name while masturbating with his cum safe inside her. Her eyes were closed and rolled back as she pleasured herself as the camera focused on her fingers playing with herself. Her fingers were wet and laced with his cum. He asked if she was trying to get pregnant. He was honestly surprised, because he must not of known she wanted that. She answered yes to his question, and begged for his permission. She told him not to feel guilty and lied that I was completely sterile, and we were going to use a discrete sperm donor anyway. She was partially lying to sooth him, but he didn't need soothing. He took her by the hand and slid her wedding ring off and slipped the ring into her wet pussy, and asked for her to continue pleasuring herself. She went ecstatic playing with herself until her pussy swallowed his cum to places deep inside her.

As I finished he stood watching me with clearly a huge hard on in his pants. He enjoyed watching my reaction as he took my wife. It excited him having me hear her beg for him, and it was clear how much of her she was willing to give him. He caught my eyes looking at his proud moment beaming between his legs. Viewing his hard on was not a problem for him, but his studying gaze noticed something was wrong with me.

"Does this not excite you anymore," he questioned. "This is the first time you didn't lose control, and I wonder if it's because it's real now?"

My cock could of broke its cage it was strained so hard, but it remained limp inside its confines. I explained to him that I enjoyed what I saw, but that I already knew he fucked her with no condom. 

"Did she actually tell you about this? Oh my god you two are freaks," as he laughed. "Does she know how you helped me yet? Did you show her my name on your ass," he said while moving towards me. Like before he wrestled me till he had my back and started pulling my pants down around my ankles.

"You washed my name off! Was that before or after she might have seen it," he said with an accusing voice. It was then during the scuffle that he noticed something hard. He looked at my cock and seen it. I wasn't here to show him my current submission to my wife, but when his eyes locked on the chastity device with my new cuckold tattoo on my shaven pubic region he was floored. He stood up and looked down at me; I was still lying on the floor after tripping with my pants down around my ankles. His next words were like he came to the realization for first time, "You really are a willing cuckold now."

He looked at me differently than he ever did before. "You are my friend, and someone I half regretted doing this with. You gave me your wife, and I was unsure if you really wanted to go all the way. I feel a lot more comfortable knowing how far you want to go now that I see your tattooed confession," he said. He paused and thought, "Our fantasy of me having your wife is complete, but I still feel like there are things I can do to emasculate you further."

He undid his pants and let his long hard cock swing out. He was standing over me looking down and motioning me up towards him. I knew what he wanted and even though my cock was silently held down I considered wanting to give it to him. Because I paused to sit up he stepped towards me and kicked away my pants. He then pretended to reach down and take my hand to lift me from the floor, but instead he lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. I laid there like a star fish on the floor with him examining my naked cuckold labeled body, and with my cock caged up I still felt nothing. I thought if I laid there he might change his mind, but nothing he saw told him he needed to stop. He lifted his phone that was already set for his picture gallery and started to take pictures. I tried to hide my face and tell him to stop, but he patiently waited and pushed me back to the floor till I had to use my hands to rise. I sat up on my knees and looked at the cock that recently fucked my wife. I spoke to him while his cock swayed in front of my face and told him that he had it all wrong. I told him that we wanted to go back to the way it was, and that she would like him to delete the pictures and remain discrete. 




Playing with Fire Pt. 05



"Do you really want me to stop trying to fuck her, and do you think she really meant for you to stop us from meeting again," he asked.

I told him about the medication that enhanced her fertility and her libido. I told him about the morning after pill. I told him she felt horrible about what happened, and how it went so far to have me tattooed and caged.

"You are still caged and it's hard to believe she didn't mean everything she said that night. Did she even offer to remove your cage yet," he questioned. He then asked me, "Do you want me to stop, and if so do you want me to listen to you?"

"She wants you to stop, and I think its best we stop before this goes too far," I answered.

"You never answered my question: Do you want me to listen to you, and do you still want me to be in control," he said as a trail of pre cum rolled down his hard shaft.

"She wanted me to be her cuckold when she asked me to get this tattoo, and she would prefer if I listened to her," I begged.

"Do you want to be my cuckold, and do you want me to make her mine? I think you still want me to fuck your wife, and I would prefer you knew I was," he said as his cock dripped on the floor.

The man that I just witnessed completely having my wife from body to womb had built so much authority and power over me as I laid before him that it overpowered all my reason. "Yes I want you to continue to cuckold me, and while I would beg you later to stop I want you to humiliate me. I got this tattoo because I wanted it, and the cage is still on because neither the wife nor I discussed taking it off. My wife asked for you to delete those pictures, but she offered you to keep a few. I want you to take her on your own power," I had never taken my eyes off his throbbing cock as my words grew in furvor.

"Would you convince her that I should be her long term lover, and would you admit why you want me to be your bull, "he asked.

"We both love my wife and I know you're the other man for her, and she admitted to liking you for a while. I forgave her because she did something I wanted her to do, and was too nervous to thank her for doing it. I would stay in my cage and swear that it's what I wanted. She knows I tasted your cum from her pussy the morning after you fucked her, but I would be willing to go much farther for her if it pleased her. I would rather people know I am a cuckold then not live like one."

"My cock fucked your wife; show me how a cuckold thanks his bull;" he said slowly.

I crawled forward and never took my eyes off his cock. I savored it and felt the shame of sucking the dick of a much more dominate man. As I sucked I moaned in passion at my disgrace, and fell entirely in love with my submission. It was only a short time after me passionately giving myself to his pleasure that he pulled my hair back so that I would open my eyes to look up at him. He still had his phone in his hand and he wasn't taking pictures. He was recording again.

"I am going to cum and I want to give you the chance to look away," he said. I could feel his cock starting to pulse and never considered looking away. As he began to fill my mouth with a seed that was starting to became more familiar in taste I held onto his hips and swallowed every drop. After he came he stepped back and asked me another question. "Why did you suck my dick?"

"I wanted to do what you told me," I whispered.

"Get your phone and call your wife right now," he said. I am picking her up from work for you and you're going to tell her I need to speak to her.

"What! What are you going to say? It might not be a good time to talk with her right now," I panicked.

"You just told me minutes ago that you wanted me to keep forcing the issue and I am doing that right now. I am going to tell your wife that not only do I want to keep the pictures, but I would like to see her again passionately," he said while now holding out my phone for me to take.

"What should I say to her so that she doesn't go completely crazy when I tell her your coming? She sent me here to stop what's going on, and not encourage it."

"You decide for yourself what should be said. If you don't help me right now I swear to god ill make your life a slow nightmare with the pictures I have of you," he said sternly. I was still in my cage and still left in a state of unfinished lust that had me very compliant to his demands.

I took the phone from his hand and called my wife. I explained to her that I was still at work and that I would be a bit longer. I told her about how he didn't want to delete any of the pictures, or the video until he speaks to her. I explained that I saw both the pictures, and the video of events that appeared different then what she described. She gasped when she knew I seen the video, and waited for me to continue. I told her he feels horrible and doesn't like how our friendship will be hurt by what happened, and would like to talk it over with her. She questioned why I would want her alone with him after seeing the video and what happened. I told her I was at work and it was hard to talk, but that I trusted her to do the right thing. She agreed it was best if she told him what was best for all of us.

After I hung up I asked him again what he had planned to say to her. She was not expecting him to come onto her at this point.

He then demanded," You will not leave my house for home for at least one hour, and I am not sure what I will say yet. I want to be able to see how she responds to me before I give up on this," he said as he prepared to walk out the door.

I sat around his house for no longer then one hour after he left. I felt the anxiety of wondering what they might be talking about. I drove directly home and pulled into my drive way with his car still parked in it. I walked into the house and found them sitting together on the living room coach waiting for me to enter.

As I entered the room they asked me to take a seat in the chair across from them. I could see that my wife was flushed and looked confused. He looked serious and could not look up at me, but instead looked at either her or the floor. I had no idea how she reacted to anything he said yet because I had no idea what he may have told her.

I broke the silence. "Should this be awkward or are we getting past that point now," I joked. Neither of their faces changed and neither person laughed.

"He told me, and he showed me," she said interrupting the silence. "He told me how it was you, and always you encouraging him to pursue me. I tried to tell him it was only a fantasy and something we took too far, but he told me I was wrong. I didn't want to believe him that you were so deep into being submissive to him in particular, but he knows everything. At first when he told me about your plan last weekend to have him appear, and then have you leave it sounded forgivable. He knows about your tattoo and cage, but that is forgivable too. When he showed me the video of you sucking his dick and admitting how badly you want to see me with him it was jaw dropping," she said with angry tears. "Only reason why I don't leave you right now is because it isn't any worse then what I have been doing, and what I wanted for myself in that video you seen."

He interrupted defensively, "I have been teased by both of you for far too long. The truth is I have been fucking your wife for over a year now, but wanted her to tell you," he said looking at her sternly. "That night was meant to be a soft beginning to our relationship and make it look like your decision. I checked your internet history after fucking your wife one day and found your online profile. I made the move to blackmail you into your discrete fantasy. We all knew you were sitting in my house when we finally agreed to stop using condoms that night," he said never taking his eyes off her.

"It's true I started sleeping with him after you showed him my pictures. You made it so easy by making him interested in me, and I liked the attention. You would talk about me being with other men and he was the man you setup for me when you invited him into our home after showing him my pictures. Yes he came onto me first, but you made it so easy for him. You only seemed excited when talking about me being with other guys, and I started only getting excited when thinking about being with other guys. I wanted to go back the way it was and possibly stop cheating on you all together, but then he showed me how much influence he made on you in a short time," she said disappointed.

I couldn't speak. I was already a cuckold and I didn't know. The secret was that she didn't want him to tell me what she was doing. She had been cheating all along in a way that would have been a fantasy if it weren't real. I searched for the words, but nothing came.

He slid a comforting hand to her as she looked to be trembling. "You wanted this and begged for it," he said. "I had to prove to her how bad you really wanted it, because even in the end she thought you would change your mind. I also think she doubted how much I wanted her for myself, but I think certain friends of ours are getting a good idea now," he said looking at her to continue.

"I had to tell someone after originally sleeping with him, and I told my best friend. She tried to confront me with other good friends recently, but I told them about the cuckold lifestyle and told them to butt out," she looked annoyed at her lover as if to say it wasn't the time to mention that part. 

"I wanted tonight to be the night we told you the truth about what we have been doing, and I want you to know you got your wish to be a cuckold. I want her to make up her mind and bring this cuckold thing out in the open because I don't want to hide it anymore. I have already been your wife's lover for months, but now want more. That cage is still on you because I asked for it to be there. The reason it didn't come off is because I have the key," he said holding a key he lifted from his pocket. "The tattoo you have was your idea, but was told to her by me. You sucking my dick and telling me how you wanted me to humiliate you was for my satisfaction when I would eventually get to break the news to her." 

"What does this all mean," I asked. "Why not just tell me and continue to see each other, and why go through all the trouble when I was accepting to you being with her?"

"He wants me to himself, and I was not sure if I could go through with it," she admitted. "I want him as a lover and in truth I feel for him, but I didn't want to end all sexual relations with you."

"This isn't even fair. We discussed having a cuckold experience and you went from cheating to considering leaving. I never asked for this; if we were honest from the start this could have been different," I whined.

"You want a cuckold experience I would be happy to give you one. Unlike you I want to fuck her, and I'll be happy to fuck her with you watching and even crying if you want," he said looking at her. "Give him what he wants. Let him see what he created."

As my wife tried to rebuttal he grabbed her and kissed her deeply. She tried to look at me in a sideways glance, but he reached up and grabbed her by the hair to focus on him. After a long period of kissing he pulled her back but never stopped looking directly into her eyes, "Remove your clothes cuckold. I want her to see the new you." I was in a tortured dream, but removing my clothes and standing in only my cage as I watched them created that burning fever deep down inside of me. I lived for this moment of disgrace and it's finally here.

After removing my clothes he directed there kissing in my direction. She saw me with my strangled 2 inch cock trapped in its cage with its tattooed sign above its short shaft. 

"Even now he obeys me, and submits to you wanting me. You want him to be a man, but look how easy I made him into my boy," he cooed into her ear.

The sight of me and his control of the situation had started to seduce her. Her eyes rolled back before closing, and then she slid from the coach and onto the floor. She placed her face down on his lap over his cock still in his pants as he was seated with his legs open wide looking at me with satisfaction. She was feeling his large lump through his pants and looked like she wanted to lower his zipper with her teeth. "Go get my camera and start recording. I want us to have a copy of the night I finally took her from you."

I reached for the phone I came to recognize and tried to start recording. He interrupted and asked for the phone from me. As he started recording he asked me to undress her. She was still enthralled on his lap and looking to be waiting for direction. She was attempting to maintain control, but each additional command drove her farther over the edge. He then demanded, "Help her remove her clothes for me cuckold."

I began to slide her dress up her frame. I undid the buttons at the top, and hiked the dress up over her shoulders. As her white and feminine body was being revealed she moved her head up so that the dress could be torn away. I went to remove her lingerie but only found a bra; her panties were already removed. He laughed and admitted to helping her from her panties earlier on the drive home, and that they are currently on his rear view mirror. He told me he had her ready to fuck him before I arrived, but told her she needed to tell me the truth before he did. I then removed her bra, before he asked me to get the black marker I had previously used on myself when signing his name onto my ass. 

"She told you to wash my name off your ass, and to get that tattoo. The name was supposed to stay, but she wanted to keep control of us both. I want you to sign my name on her ass so she knows who is in real control here, "he said. He then grabbed her by the hair and lifted her face from his lap. He then undid his pants too allow his bulging cock to spring loose. It was standing rigid and straight up towards her face. "Sign my name on her ass so that she will know exactly who is in control here. Show her that she no longer needs to feel like she is cheating. Sign her ass over to me." He looked down at her and smiled an evil smile. 

"I thought you would never go this far. He is jealous and doesn't want to share me. I have tried to remain in control to protect us, but he wants me as weak and submissive as you. It's dangerous if you want me this way" she panted while staring down onto his shaft.

The touch of the marker on her white backside made her moan in passion, and she would have screamed if his dick was not instantly deep into her mouth. She offered no resistance to scribing his name in large black letters. For the first time I realized my wife was capable of losing control and submitting to his dominance just as easy as I was. I hand delivered her surrender to him.

He then looked down at her and motioned for her to stop sucking before saying, "We are going to live out your fantasies tonight, and we all know our new roles." He then looked to me and asked, "Do you want me to use a condom this time, or are you ready to be dangerous?"

"This is the first time can we start slow, but I admit I would rather no condom as well," I said nervously.

He laughed and didn't mind at all, but being in a hurry he lifted her from the ground and carried her to our room. He lowered her to the bed and went in search of a condom. My wife directed him to a small drawer she hid the remaining unused condoms from before. As he was looking and preparing I laid next to my wife so that I would have a great view. I also noticed he setup his phone to record from the distant dresser. What was happening excited her so much she was gyrating on a pillow in anticipation. My response was to lower my head and offer her some foreplay. I positioned myself between her wet and waiting legs and began to lick. I licked her hot pussy and tasted her need for him again. I was unsure why she ever considered not seeing him again because I never tasted her so ready for cock.

As I was licking her I saw his great white dick approach. It was wrapped in protection, but it didn't hide its powerful look. He motioned her to sit-up and bend over the end of the bed. I was about to back away, but he motioned for me to remain below her. We all knew what he was doing. He wanted me to be below her while he took her from behind. "Smile for the camera cuckold, this kind of stuff goes viral," he laughed. As I looked back I could see his rigid form coming, and the camera looking directly at me has he passed above me.

I was laying there looking up as the tip of his cock was resting just inside the folds of her pussy lips. She was now lost in the moment and bent over and wanting him to push farther. Her hand was resting on my cage and her cheek at times touched it. 

As he slowly teased her and gave me the view of what is to come he asked me loudly. "Do you like what you see down there," he asked. "Does she know how much you wanted this moment to happen, and is there anything you would change," he was wanting an answer.

"She knows I wanted to watch you fuck her from here, and in all our fantasies you are bare cocked, but I don't want to go that far tonight," I admitted.

"Are you going to lick her pussy as I fuck her like a good cuckold, or are you going to be scared of her new man's cock so close to your face," he questioned again.

My wife was groaning and impassioned with how he was talking to me. I imagined it was how the two men in her life were positioned around her, and she loved how he was her new dominate man and was in total control of the situation. I got the sense she liked him pressuring me, and wanted to see him bully me.

He spoke to her, "Tell him this isn't his fault and you want this. Tell him how badly you want my cock inside you right now. I want him to know I am not going to share you any longer."

"Ahhh fuck me. I warned him I wanted you and I still do. Honey please lick me as he fucks me," and then she paused. "He gave me to you, and I surrender. Please take me anyway you want." 

His large dick swung between our glares, and he looked down into my eyes as he lowered it into my mouth gagging me. "You know I don't want this condom on, but he asked for it to be on. What should I do," he was tempting her. The only moans she heard from me was my attempts to talk with his rigid cock buried in my mouth. I might have fought harder, but I was aroused and captured by the need to know what she was going to say to him in return.

"Take it off! Ple-please take it off I want you to take it off," her gasps could be felt as deep breaths over my ignored caged cock.

As he went to slide his cock from my mouth I didn't dare bite it, but the fear of what was spinning out of control had me suck down on it as hard as I could. He pumped his cock under my suction for a few thrusts before squeezing the condom on its shaft and letting his dick slide free leaving only the condom in my mouth.

"You took that condom off with a fight, but your wife just decided it's my cock she wants," he said to her approval as she tried to push back onto his cock.

She was so ready for his cock it looked frictionless at it slid past her lips and deep inside her. I was listening to their wetness and the sounds of their sex, and before I knew it she lowered herself onto my face. I struggled to have my lips and tongue touch her sweet spot as his balls slid back and forth over my face. I carefully licked her pussy and she came almost immediately, but it did nothing to stop her from wanting more. As they fucked he began to thrust harder, and he pushed her forward so that my mouth was positioned below his balls. He lowered his balls in pause so they rested on my lips. She peered down between her legs and seen his manhood resting on my face and then pulled forward enough to get a better look. He again showed her his dominance, and again she feel deeper under his spell.




Playing with Fire Pt. 05



"Honey, do you want to open your mouth for him? Please open your mouth for him," she asked now looking down at me. As I opened my mouth I felt his balls enter, and I carefully made room for them while teasing with my tongue. She then turned and positioned herself so that he was again inside her, but this time it was her rocking movements drawing him closer to relief. 

As she grinded back on him I could feel his balls begin to rise. I could feel his seed begin to flow. I felt his body tense and her body move faster with the anticipation of his coming storm. He was grunting and was a prisoner of our pleasure as I held him still with his delicate orbs in my mouth, while she greedily seduced his seed from his rod. 

He started grunting louder in preparation to his orgasm. "I am going to cum in you this time with my balls in your husband's mouth. Tell him what you're thinking."

"Honey, kiss his balls...oh please so I know you wanted this," she moaned. I began to struggle and resist just as I seen his rod convulse for the first time. He had his full weight down on me, and I was smothered under the pressure of his body. I was not sure if my struggles were intensifying his orgasm, or if it was the pleasure of my choking on his balls. I was sure the neighbors would hear his final roar as he entered his complete orgasm.

She froze her reverse thrusts so that each spurt I felt jet from his sack landed deep inside her. I felt each contraction and looked down his pulsating rod delivering his foreign seed. She waited for him to completely unload inside her before flipping over and raising her legs high once again. I watched as she folded her legs upwards and back while attempting to play with her still hungry clit.

As his cock was again dangling above me I was lost in the moment and was still out of breath. He no longer needed the encouragement and the show of power, but as he drove his wet cock into my mouth for her to see. It pleased her. "Yes suck my lovers cock. Taste the first cock to make me feel that good," she panted.

I lost myself in the moment of sucking his dick because I was only looking at her at this time. "What are you doing? Go pleasure her like a good husband, "he ordered after positioning himself to hold her legs up. His cock fell from my lips and I sheepishly followed his directions. This was all part of a plan I ran through my head in a million fantasies before; I always wanted to lick her well fucked pussy. I looked down at her well fucked pussy lips and tried to see the cum inside, but it was deep and not coming out with her legs up and her back arched. I considered pulling away and not taking part of something I seen her do so many times before when we unsuccessfully tried to breed, but I felt a set of hands on the back of my head. It was her hands pulling my face onto her clit as she begun to kiss him lovingly. As I started to lick her I thought of my own cum now dribbling down my leg, and how he made it so easy to make it impossible to ever be respectable in her eyes again. I never tasted his cum and I never stuck my tongue inside her, but as I drove her to orgasm I did swallow my own tears as her pussy swallowed his cum.

After we were all done we spoke about what we did. She made a confession and explained that it is very much possible that she was still potentially fertile, and what happened tonight has made up her mind. She explained that she struggled to stay on a healthy path with me, but it's clear now that there is no going back now. We would no longer be living in a closed marriage, and saw no more reason to hide her relationship with our friend from me.

He agreed and confessed he wanted to spend more time with her alone. He then told her she was joining him for dinner at a restaurant, and that she would be staying at his place for a few days.

"People will see you together, and start asking questions," I interrupted.

"What kind of cuckold do you want to be? The type that pretends he permits it, or the type that is powerless to control what she is going to do anyway," he asked. "Some people already know I am with her, but everyone else will be finding out soon so how do you want it to be." 

She agreed to go with him, and my requests to slow things down feel on deaf ears. As they prepared to leave he made one last request. "Give me your wedding ring," he asked her. She looked confused, and I looked angry. He took the ring from her hand, and placed it on his key chain. Beside the ring was a key I hadn't seen in days. It was the key to my cage.

"I have two options and I will always choose. When I hand you this key back like I am about to do; I will be in possession of both your wife, and her ring. When she is returned to you for any reason she can have her ring back if she wants it, but I must have the key and device back in place," he said pointing at my still caged cock.

She smiled at this extra level of flavor, and his power still excited her. She added to his game by asking him to call her by her maiden name, but he refused unless they were alone. Tonight was the night he was taking my trophy wife for the world to see.

I watched as the car backed out from the driveway, and headed down the street. I removed my cock from its cage and while I should have been upset with myself and the tragedy happening in my life I was instantly aroused after days of teasing. I hadn't cum in days and I had a horny fever. I had to rub my cock, but it could not erase my shame. As I returned to the bedroom room I saw the phone still recording on the dresser. I looked at it, and replayed the video while lightly rubbing myself. I didn't allow myself to cum because this time my humiliation didn't end when the sex scene ended. I was in this video and I still needed more. I needed something that he didn't offer me yet. I went to my computer and returned to one of my favorite websites that harbored the very best amateur cuckold videos and uploaded our sex scene. It was only after the video was completely uploaded, and shared that I allowed myself to cum. My orgasm was the hardest most intense feeling I ever had, and the shame and reality that followed had me in tears before putting my own cage back on. The pain was just too much to bear without living with my arrousal surpressed. 

It was the appearance of my wife with her new boyfriend that told friends she cuckolds me, and it was him that proudly announced at work he was the father of her coming child. It was me that told the world about my story when I released a viral video of that night on a website dedicated to other weak cuckolds that wished to follow in my footsteps.