The Contractors Pt. 02

PART 2

As I drove toward home, she was mad and silent except for the occasional sniffle. When we were about five minutes from our house I ventured a comment. "You look incredible tonight," I said, "you can't blame him. He's only human."

"I don't blame him," she said. "I blame YOU. You sent me up there alone with him. You're trying to get me to cheat on you... It's... It's sick! How am I supposed to take that? He pulled my body against his and started kissing me, and all of a sudden I thought: my husband wants this! The wrongness of it just hit me."

"I thought he might try something," I said. "You're gorgeous and he'd be crazy not to want you. I wasn't thinking you'd feel pressure to do anything that you didn't want to do! I figured you'd shoot down his advance and we could talk about it tonight. I thought maybe we could use the thought of it as... You know... Fuel."

"But Jay, I'm only human. He's gorgeous and easy-going and he smells like soap. You don't seem to understand that I might actually do it!"

I laughed. "I want you to!" I said.

"WHY?"

"I don't know!" I said. "Maybe you're right, maybe I'm sick. I just have this idea of how our marriage could work. You already control the finances, and I do all the housework and chores and stuff, and all to your specifications. I mean you determine how we'll spend our time and everything. You're the boss, and I love it that way. It's perfect. Remember last summer when I was trying to get you to spank me? I read all those articles about FLR and domestic discipline and it just seemed so incredibly hot. This is like that. It would be a way to cement your position over me as my leader. You're a powerful woman and I just want to serve you."

"Well I don't like the idea of you becoming some kind of subservient little sissy. You're my husband, I want you to be a strong assertive man," Beth said.

"That's the kind of man you want? Strong and assertive?"

"I want you," she said. "But if we're talking about sex, yes, I'm the one who wants to be submissive. I want to be swept up in strong arms and thrown down and fucked."

"I want that for you!" I said. I felt like she was describing Anthony, but I didn't want to point that out. "You can have everything we've already got, the love, the support, and our current sexual relationship which, let's face it, is already pretty one-sided--I serve you sexually if you think about it--you can have all that and the excitement of a strong assertive lover too. You can have it all!"

I pulled into our driveway and parked the car but neither of us got out. We just sat there in silence for a moment. Finally she said, "You forgot to do my laundry today."

"Oh yeah," I said. "We went shopping and it must've slipped my mind."

"I want you to do it tonight," she said.

"Honey, it's almost 11."

She gave me a sharp look.

"Of course hon, I'll get it started right away."

I felt a wave of joy down to my bones.

We got out of the car and went into the house and up to the bedroom. She watched as I pulled my pants and underwear off. I used my soiled boxers to clean up my upper thigh and cock. Beth watched, confused. "I uh, had a little accident while you were up in Anthony's apartment."

She giggled. I put on sweatpants and collected all the dirty clothes from her hamper and put them in the laundry basket. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched me with a little smile on her face. "Don't come back in here until they're completely done and folded."

"Okay," I said. That meant she wanted some alone time--certainly a good sign.

I went downstairs and separated out her lights and darks. I found a pair of her undies that were quite fragrant, and I tried to remember if they were the ones she'd been wearing on the day I was out of town and she was alone with Anthony.

She'd certainly been aroused when she was wearing them, I recognized her smell. I was getting chubby again, so I stopped. I had to keep my perspective. She'd shot my idea down, after all.

I got the first load going and went out to the living room and turned on the TV. I put a hockey match on and tried to clear my mind of any sexual thought, but I kept wondering why she'd told me not to come back into the bedroom until the laundry was done.

I figured she'd be masturbating up there, but maybe she was just annoyed with me and wanted to be alone. After I got the second load in and had the first load in the dryer, I decided to investigate. I very quietly crept up the stairs.

I was at the top of the stairs when I heard the unmistakable sounds of Beth's Hitachi Magic Wand. The thing was very loud, a vibrator that plugged into the wall.

I went a little further toward the bedroom and I could hear Beth panting in there. "Oh, oh, ooh!" She was saying. Then I heard something that nearly made my head explode: "Oh Anthony yes, fuck me harder!" she said.

I quietly went down the stairs and back to the hockey game. I was hard again, but determined not to jack off. She would come to embrace her new sexual freedom in her own time, I didn't want to push. I was afraid if I did the wrong thing, she would shut the door on ever making me her cuckold.

I had the second load in the dryer and the delicates in the wash, and I was folding the first load in the living room when Beth came down the stairs.

She was completely naked and she carried one of my leather belts. Her cheeks were red and her nipples looked rock hard. "Alright," she said, "if I'm the boss around here, I guess keeping you in line comes with the job. You did something slimy and manipulative tonight, and I think your behavior has to be corrected."

"Really?"

"That's right," she said. "You tried to get Anthony and me alone even though you knew you were pushing my boundaries. How many lashes do you think that deserves?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Umm, five?" I said.

"How about ten?" she said. "You have to learn. If you take your licks without complaint and thank me afterward, maybe I'll give you a special treat."

"Okay!" I said.

She pointed to a spot on the floor beside the couch. "Stand right here and take down your pants." She commanded. I did as I was told.

She pushed me forward until I was bent all the way over the arm of the couch. I thought about the fact that the blinds were open and anyone who happened to be walking by would get quite a show at one particular angle.

I felt incredibly happy as I awaited my punishment. She took her time and when I glanced back, she was in a wide stance and had one hand between her legs. She saw me look, and in response she removed her hand and smeared pussy juice across my cheek. "Are you ready?"

"Yes!" I said. She doubled the belt and swung it down hard across my ass cheeks. It stung bad. She did three more thwaps, laughing a bit, and the pain blossomed throughout my butt and radiated down my legs. She waited a bit then did two more very hard whacks.

"Ooh, your ass is turning a very pretty shade of red," she hissed.

My cock was pressed up against the side of the couch and I moved so it would be in a more comfortable position. She allowed this and then hit me lightly a couple of times. "What number are we on?" she asked.

"Nine," I said.

"That was eight," she said. "You wanted this, why are you lying?"

"I wasn't...'

"That's three more for lying," she said. She hit my ass and started to make fun of me. "Oh honey, I want to serve you, I want you to take control." She hit me again. My ass was starting to go numb at this point. "I'll do the laundry and fold your panties and cook for you and do the dishes, my god, are you a man?" She thwacked me again. "Well, are you?"

"No," I whimpered.

"That's right," she thwapped me again, "when I think about you, I often think of you as my wife, what do you think of that?"

Thwack went the belt.

"I like it." I said.

"That's what I thought." She laughed and hit me again. "That's enough now, what do you say?"

I stood up and turned around. Her eyes widened when she saw my hard on. I guess she was surprised that I actually got aroused from the punishment. "Thank you honey, thank you so much!" I said. My eyes were watering and she looked like she was really touched by my sincere thanks.

I pulled up my sweatpants and she hugged me and kissed me passionately on the lips.

"I love you so much," she said. "I love you just the way you are."

"I love you too," I said, with tears spilling down my cheeks.

"Good, then you won't mind licking my asshole!" she said. "My pussy's a bit sore!"

She took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. We went into the bedroom and I saw that she hadn't bothered to clean up. Her Hitachi and a dildo we'd bought together off the internet ten years before were both still on the bed. She crawled up and stuck her ass in the air.

Her ample ass cheeks parted and her rosy asshole stared up at me. Her pussy mounds indeed looked red and puffy, like they'd taken some abuse.

I climbed onto the bed and kissed my wife's big ass, moving the kisses up and in toward the ultimate prize. I got into the deep crevice and then licked around the perimeter. She let out a long sigh like she was going into a state of bliss and it was all the encouragement I needed. I plunged my tongue deep into her asshole, tasting the tang of internal flesh.

I licked up and around and in and out. She started to moan and I attacked her asshole with more vigor. I went at it like the answer to life's eternal mysteries was there to be tasted.

I don't know how long we were in that position, but I felt Beth clench against my licks and she screamed and waves of pleasure passed through her. That was too much for me, I came in my pants for the second time that evening.

When her orgasm subsided, she collapsed forward on the bed and rolled onto her side. "Oh wow..." she said.

"Here, get under the covers," I said. I moved the sex toys off the bed, pulled the blankets out from under her, and tucked in my spent wife. I took off my boxers and I was going to say something about cumming in my pants again like a teenager, but she let out a loud snore.

I laughed a little and got a fresh pair of sweats on. I washed the rubber head of the Hitachi and the dildo off with hot, soapy water in the bathroom and left them on a hand towel to dry.

I went downstairs to finish doing Beth's laundry. It was one of the happiest nights of my life.

The Real Deal:

Beth was at a yoga class the next day when Anthony knocked at the back door. He looked at me sheepishly from under a baseball cap. He had the woodworking coffee table book under his arm. "Hiya," he said. "Beth left in such a hurry last night, she forgot to take the book." He handed it to me.

"Thanks," I said. "You want to come in and have a cup of coffee?"

He looked at me like he was trying to gauge the likelihood that I would poison him but finally said sure and came in. I fixed him a cup and invited him to sit at the kitchen table with me.

I put the book down and looked at him. I just waited and watched him sip his coffee. He squirmed a little, clearly nervous, then finally he spoke up. "So uh, I think Beth might be mad at me," he said. "She ran outta my apartment last night like the place was on fire."

"Yeah," I said. "She told me you kissed her."

He swallowed a mouthful of coffee roughly and coughed for a second. "Oh, well..." he looked down at the table, avoiding eye contact with me. "Yeah, I guess I did. I must've misread the situation."

"No, I don't think so," I said. "Beth has absolute freedom in our marriage. I wouldn't have it any other way. I know it's not traditional, but we're not traditional people. Anyway, she knows she has this freedom, but she hasn't explored it yet. I'm not sure she's ready. She was pretty mad at me for trying to manipulate her into your bed."

"Really?" he looked like he had no clue what to say. "I uh... I've heard of stuff like that."

"She'd probably be annoyed if she knew we were talking about her behind her back," I said.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Well, not if we're saying good things."

"Like what?"

"Like she's an amazing woman!" he said, cracking that smile of his. "I mean that body, my god!"

"Our marriage is solid," I said. "If you're looking for anything other than friendship and maybe some sex, you're barking up the wrong tree."

He frowned a bit and nodded into his coffee. "It's been a long time since I had any action," he said. "And I can get a woman pretty easy. Not to brag or anything, but it's never been a problem. The reason I stopped is because they all want the same thing. Commitment, a relationship, meet the parents, get married, have kids, die. You know it all sounds like a huge chore... No offense."

"None taken," I said.

"Anyway, friends-with-benefits, that's what I want. That's not an easy arrangement to find."

"It's all up to Beth," I said. "She knows where I stand, and now you do too. All my cards are on the table."

He shook his head. "Wow," he said. "I really admire you. I mean that." He sipped his coffee. "I got a big day here, so I'd better get to work. I'm glad we had this talk though."

"Me too," I said. "Thanks for the book."

"No problem." He left and I watched him head to his truck and get his tool belt. He really looked every bit the stud.

When Beth got back a bit later, I was reading in the living room. I'd left the book on the kitchen table and she came in holding it. "What's this?" she asked.

"Oh Anthony dropped that off this morning," I said. "I took a look, it's beautiful stuff."

"Hmm," she said. She put the book down on the couch and then went upstairs to put her yoga mat and stuff away and take a quick shower. She came down a while later wearing shorts and a loose fitting top with a bright red bra underneath. She plopped down on the other side of the couch and turned the lamp on. She picked up the woodworking book and began to flip through it.

She started to make little noises of appreciation as she turned the pages. She seemed to be wanting to talk about it. "You like that stuff?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, it's really pretty!"

"You should tell him," I said. "He seems pretty committed to the idea of doing something similar with our built-in desk. Go tell him it's a good idea."

"Now? I don't want to bug him. The plumber is off today, so he's back to work."

"Are you kidding? He's so psyched about the idea, it'll probably make his day."

"Okay, I'll go tell him now," she said. She stood and hesitated for a moment, looking down at me. "I'm sorry I got mad at you last night," she said. "I was thinking about it and... I guess I was being a little silly."

"That's okay honey," I said. "I love you so much. I'm sorry I put you in a position you were uncomfortable with."

"Maybe I wasn't so uncomfortable with it... Maybe that's what freaked me out." She came over and gave me a kiss. "I love you too hun," she whispered. "More than ever."

I watched her walk out of the living room and as soon as I heard the back door shut, I ran to the kitchen and watched her walk to the garage.

My wife disappeared up the steps and my knees felt weak. I wanted nothing more than to follow her, to sneak up the steps and eavesdrop on them. To peek through a keyhole and catch them kissing, to see his hands fondle her ass and breasts. To see the pleasure she would get at being touched by him.

But I couldn't do it. It was her time, her moment, not mine. I didn't want to ruin whatever was happening.

If it was a hot, passionate scene, having a pervy husband looking on would ruin it. I was very horny, almost metaphysically horny, but I did not jack off. I wanted to prolong the feeling of unreality. I wanted to savor it.

But Beth had other ideas. She came back after ten minutes or so with a little smile on her face. "He was glad I liked the book," she said. "He also apologized for kissing me last night. He's so sweet."

"What did you say?"

"I apologized to him for running off," she said. "I told him he took me by surprise and that maybe he should try again sometime."

"Really? What did he say to that?"

She smiled a coy little smile and looked me in the eye. "Well he didn't say anything," she said. "But he did kiss me. He pulled my body up against his and laid one on me. It was... Nice." Her face reddened like she was embarrassed to tell me that. "Are you mad?"

"Of course not!" I said. "Honey, I'm so turned on right now."

"I think he would've fucked me right there on the floor if I hadn't cooled things off. Are you really turned on?"

"Yeah," I said, "aren't you?"

"Why don't you come see for yourself?" she said. She plopped down on the couch and pushed her shorts and undies down to her ankles and then kicked them in my general direction.

I knelt down and kissed her foot, then ran my hand up her inner thigh. When I got to her pussy she was incredibly juicy and I thought the heat might actually scald my fingers. She gasped a little, and then relaxed back. "You approve of my little indiscretion?" she whispered.

"Mm-hmm," I said.

"Why don't you show me how much," she suggested as she opened her legs wider.

I didn't need to be asked twice. Soon, I was licking my wife's pussy with gusto, slurping up her juices and straining to get as much of my tongue into her as possible. Then I began to gently suck on her clit while putting continuous pressure on it with my tongue and lips. She always loved that, but just then I guess it was too much and she told me to lick her asshole like I'd done the night before.

She helpfully lifted one of her legs up almost to her armpit, opening herself to my eager oral advances.

I put the flat of my tongue right up against her anus and then dragged it upward until the tip of my tongue went into her dilating orifice. I went in and around, there on my knees in the living room and Beth said, "Ahhhh," as if she were sinking into a jacuzzi.

I kept up my ministrations, there on my knees in worship of my wife's delicious asshole for a long time.

Once, when I had my tongue as far up her rectum as it could possibly go, I looked up at her face. She was not looking down at me though, she was looking past me toward the side window. She had pulled her top and bra down and had her tits out and she was holding one of them with the hand that wasn't holding her leg up to keep her ass open for me.

The way she held her tit, it looked like she was putting on a show. On instinct, I turned and saw, out the side window of our living room, someone looking in. She noticed me looking and grabbed my hair. She pushed my head back into her ass crack. "Eyes on the job!" she shouted.

I got back to work licking her asshole and very soon she started to shudder and buck as an orgasm took her away. I kept lapping at her until it was over. She pushed my head away so hard I fell back and wound up sitting on my ass looking up at her.

"Anthony was right about you," she said.

"Oh yeah? What did he say?"

"He said you're a natural born cuckold. Have you ever heard that term?"

"Of course," I said. "I think he might be right." I stood up and started to unbuckle my pants.

"No, no babe," she said. "You're a really good little ass-licker, but I'm not in the mood to let you wiggle that thing around in me right now. Just be a good little cuckold and go wash your face and brush your teeth."

I looked down at the tent in my chinos. "Can I jack off at least?" I asked, feeling a little thrill in asking permission.

"No," she said. "It's gross to imagine you abusing yourself to the thought of me and Anthony. Maybe I'll let you later. Go now, give me some time to relax and look at this beautiful book Anthony lent me."

I went upstairs and did what she'd said. I thought about jacking off anyway, but she'd expressly said no. What was the point of being her submissive little bitch if I didn't follow her direct orders?

Besides, if I'd jacked off, I might've had a different perspective on what had just happened. I mean, Beth had gotten annoyed when I'd manipulated her into Anthony's apartment, but here she'd manipulated me into helping her put on a sex show for him.

I guess she wanted him to see that I was her ass-licker. That, or Anthony had thought up the idea. Maybe it was like the sunglasses or the purse switching sides at the restaurant while I was in the bathroom. It was a little test to gauge my reaction, making sure I wasn't going to turn into a jealous husband all of a sudden.

I could almost hear him planning it out. 'Go tell him that I kissed you. See how he reacts. I'll come around the side and look in on you two. If there's a fight going on, I'll cool it. If something else is happening...'

It might have annoyed me if it didn't turn me on so much.

I wanted to leave the house, I wanted to give them some time alone together in case they wanted to fuck. Once I was cleaned up I went downstairs and got my keys. "Going out?" Beth asked.

"Yep," I said. "You've been telling me to clean out our storage space for over a year. I've been putting it off, but for some reason today I feel like doing everything my wife wants me to do. I'll be gone for at least a few hours."

She looked stunned. "Are you serious?"

"I'm dead serious," I said with a laugh. "You hold down the fort, I'll be back around four or four-thirty. I'll call you when I'm on my way."

She put down the book and came over to me. "I decided something just now," she said. "I decided that you're the best husband in the world."

She threw her arms around me and gave me a long kiss. My cock strained in my boxers for her. I'd never wanted my wife more than at that moment.

But I tore myself away. Before I left, I followed a strange impulse to go around to the side of the house where Anthony had stood and watched me eat out my wife's ass. I think I planned to look in from the same vantage point to see what had been visible to him, but as soon as I got there, that plan went right out of my head.

There, on the side of the house, in a neat little arc down to the dirt of the side garden, was cum. Anthony's cum. He'd sprayed it right there, only partially blocked from the street by our hedge. There were thick gobs, and they were still dripping. I felt a strange compulsion to smell it, I don't know why. I fought the urge off.

I didn't want to get caught staring at another man's jizz dripping down the side of my house, so I hurried to the car.

*

I had to stop at the hardware store to get some cleaning supplies and industrial-sized garbage bags, then I did the long drive to YouStoreIt. We had two units right next to each other, and the goal was to condense them into one, eliminating as much junk as possible in the process.

The work was tedious and exhausting, but I did it all in a trance of sexual submission to my wife. It was all her stuff, mostly old files and things from when she had her business. It took all afternoon and well into the evening, but I did a good job.

In fact, I got a sexual thrill out of doing a much better and more thorough job than was strictly necessary. Whenever I would start to get tired, I would imagine my wife having sex with Anthony Sutton, mega-stud, and I'd get a little burst of energy. It was all very heady and confusing.

It was almost five when I finally finished. I called Beth from the car to let her know I was on my way home.

"Oh okay hun, it took longer than you thought, huh?"

"Yeah," I said. "But I got it done. We have a packed unit and an empty unit now. I thought that would make you happy."

"Hmm, it does. You know what else would make me happy? If you stopped by Popeyes on the way home and got us dinner. I know it's bad, but I feel like indulging myself tonight."

"Okay babe, you got it," I said. "Is there any other information you'd like to give me?"

"No, not really," she said. "Not right at this moment."

"Okay, it's up to you. I'll be home in an hour or so with some fried chicken."

"You're the best."

And it might seem odd, but we had a very normal night.

We ate chicken and biscuits and watched some junk TV and I gave Beth a foot rub and she fell asleep on the couch. I was dying to ask her if anything had happened while I was gone, but I didn't want to seem pushy or annoy her.

It was killing me, and I think she knew it, every once in a while, she'd look at me, like she was expecting me to say something, but I decided I was going to be a good little submissive cuck husband and let my wife enjoy her privacy.

There were only two indications that I could see that she'd spent the afternoon fucking our contractor: 1--She had taken a shower before I got home. She'd already had a shower after yoga that morning, and she almost never took two showers in one day. And 2--Our bed had a unique smell that I immediately recognized as Anthony's 'soap' smell which my wife had pointed out to me.

When we got in bed, that smell hit me and I was instantly hard all over again, with images in my mind of them fucking like bunnies right there on our marital bed. I'm not sure how I got to sleep without pleasuring myself, but eventually I did.

*

The next day was Saturday and I didn't expect to see Anthony. He had mentioned that he and his brother worked businessman hours, nine to five Monday through Friday. "Otherwise you start to go crazy."

I came downstairs a bit late and found Beth up and drinking coffee, fully made up and in a stunning blue jumper with sandals. She had the waist cinched tight which accentuated her hourglass shape, which is just a nice way to say that her ass looked amazing.

"You look great honey," I said.

"Aww, thanks," she said.

"Are you going out today?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. There was a beep-beep outside and she sprung up. "In fact, there's my ride."

"Oh, where are you going?" I asked.

"I told you last night didn't I? No? Oh it must've slipped my mind. I'm going with Anthony to pick out some wood for our built-in desk. There's a salvage yard up near Vischer Ferry that's supposed to have a great selection of rescued timber."

"Oh cool," I said. She picked up a bag that I hadn't noticed, a big bag that she took on trips to the beach. She put her sunglasses on and gave me a kiss. "When will you be back?" I asked.

"Don't wait up!" she said, and sailed out the back door.

I went and looked out the front window and there was Anthony. His truck was towing a large motorboat. She ran up the driveway and gave him a kiss, just like she'd given me, and then went around and climbed in the passenger seat. They drove down the street, leaving me alone and filled with angst.

What the hell was that? What had I done? I felt like such a fucking idiot, I'd let my wife run off with Anthony Sutton. She would certainly fall in love with the guy and leave me. I knew it. And it was my fault. I'd be all alone, a divorced middle aged schlub of a cuckold husband. Is that what I'd wanted?

No! I was stern with myself. No, I'd wanted Beth to be able to enjoy sexual freedom. That was all. It was about her blossoming into the highly sexual creature that I knew she could be. It was about her getting exactly what she wanted, and me saying 'fuck you' to a world that said it was wrong.

But that morning, I had doubts. Maybe I should've gotten some details from her the night before. I mean, it had been the first time she'd had sex outside of our marriage, and I'd gotten home and acted like it was just any other day. I figured I probably should've tried to get her to talk about it.

But I didn't want to be pushy. I'd really thought she'd want to bring it up, but she'd always been a little reluctant to talk about sexual things. I told myself not to be such a baby.

I decided that I would do something to keep myself in a submissive headspace and make my wife happy. I decided to do a deep clean on the house--wash all the sheets and towels and dust everything. I even put on an apron.

Once I'd vacuumed all the carpets on the second floor, I started to worry again. I decided to text Beth. At first I wasn't sure what to say, but I decided to keep it simple:

I hope you're having fun!

I waited for a minute, then figured it would be a good day to go through the boxes in our attic, something that had been on Beth's honey-do list for a very long time. I kept checking my phone to see if she responded. I had one trash bag almost full when I finally got a response:

Having a ball!!!

There. I was involved now. But somehow that text wasn't doing it for me. The frustration was too much, but I certainly didn't want to complain. I decided to keep it light:

Love you babe, send pics!

I didn't get a response right away and I thought I must've annoyed her.

I went back to work, pulling dusty boxes down and going through the contents. It looked like Beth was going to get her wish and have a ton more storage space right there in the house. After a couple of hours, I'd compressed files from six boxes down to two and filled three trash bags.

Around then, my phone started blowing up with pics. I scrambled to unlock my phone and click on the first photo. It was Beth in her sunglasses on a boat. She'd taken the top of her jumper down to the waist and was wearing a low-cut one-piece bathing suit underneath.

She sat on one of the bench seats in the back of Anthony's boat. She looked exactly like a movie star enjoying a Mediterranean holiday.

The next shot was her holding out a can of beer and an arm, Anthony's arm, reaching in with his own beer to tap Beth's. She had a huge smile on her face.

The next pic was a full body shot of Beth. She'd taken off the jumper, and looked incredible in just the bathing suit. She was barefoot and the suit rode high on her voluptuous ass. The wake was thick and high behind her, so they were on the move.

There was text underneath that said:

Anthony is taking us to a secluded spot he knows up river!

There were also three water spray emojis and I wasn't sure whether they represented the water of the river or her flowing pussy juices.

I texted back:

Wow, he's a lucky guy! Keep me updated, those pics have me drooling!!!

She texted back three heart emojis.

I took the trash bags and empty boxes out back and then went back up and swiffered the attic. I had gotten to the point where I wasn't sure what to do with myself anymore. I took the apron off and got a quick shower, careful not to touch my dick too much even though I was very turned on.

I decided I'd go get a bite to eat and buy a present for Beth. I don't know why, but I really felt like doing something special for her. I had almost a thousand dollars saved up that I'd planned to use to buy some new skis and gear that winter, but I decided this was way more important.

I tried not to think about Beth as I drove to the fancy shopping district, but a notification sound came through the speakers. It was a text from a number I didn't recognize--the only Sutton brother I had in my phone was Lance.

I pulled over and opened it and saw a picture of Beth, topless on the back of Anthony's boat. She was smiling and leaning back, beer in hand, letting the sun shine down on her beautiful breasts. She looked so happy.

Another pic came through of Anthony and her, his shirt was off too and he had his arm around her. He smiled confidently at the camera. She looked amused. A third pic came in and in this one they were kissing.

I nearly dropped my phone. I was so turned on I didn't know what to do. I had a steel hard-on but I was parked on a busy street.

I saved the number in my contacts as Anthony, then texted back:

Holy shit, you guys look awesome together!

I got back a one-word response:

Thanks!

I looked at the pics again, and lingered on the one where they were kissing. I wanted to grab myself, but I knew it would be all over if I did and I'd have a repeat of the night I sent Beth up to Anthony's apartment. I shut my phone and took some deep breaths. I adjusted my pants, then got back on my way to the shopping district.

I found a place to park and walked up the block to the jewelers that my wife liked. They were expensive, but they did good custom work. The man behind the counter recognized me and asked where my wife was.

I smiled a little, thinking: if you only knew, then said that I was there to get her a gift, and I wanted it to be a surprise.

"What kind of thing did you have in mind?" he asked. I told him what I envisioned and asked him if there was any possible way he could have it done before the end of the day.

"It's very simple, and I think she'll like it," he said. "I know her taste. Yes, I can get it done in a couple of hours."

I thanked him and as I was leaving, I got another text. I rushed back to my car and opened it, it was a video. My heart started to pound in my chest. Should I watch it? I decided to get home as fast as I could and watch it there. I was afraid I'd make a spectacle of myself there in the parking lot if I dared to push play.

My legs were light and I could barely feel the phone in my hand as I went into the house. I didn't turn the lights on, I just went straight into the living room, sat on the couch and clicked on the video, opening it to full-screen.

I pushed the play button, and I was transported into a dream of Beth and Anthony. It was right there in my hand, my wife, kneeling on a folded up beach-towel, sucking a HUGE curved cock.

She had always told me that she didn't like to give head, but here was ample proof that she'd been lying to me. What she had meant was that she didn't like to give ME head. Anthony held the phone, pointing the camera down at Beth, who seemed to be in some kind of cock-induced delirium.

She bounced her head up and down, then licked the shaft and underside with her eyes closed, then opened them and looked up at the camera as she took hold of the monster and rubbed it up and down, massaging the foreskin over the bulbous head of the veiny cock.

"Ooh, you're making a video," she said. "Is it for your brother?"

"No," Anthony answered from off screen. "It's for your husband."

She laughed. "I think he'll like it," she said. She went back to work, impaling her pretty face with the thick meat.

"Say hi to your hubby," Anthony said.

She pulled the cock out of her mouth and giggled. "Hi sweetie! I'll be home soon." She kissed the head of Anthony's cock and blew the kiss to me off of it. Anthony started laughing and the video ended.

I thought I might pass out.

I started the video over again and set it down next to me. I unbuckled my pants and started to come while I was still getting my dick out. I was hyperventilating, and I finally gripped myself and pumped my dick and cum sprayed up all over my face and up into my hair and even over my head onto the couch cushion behind me.

I came for a long time and then I was spent and weak. I collapsed back at the part when my wife asked Anthony if he was going to share the video with his brother. I was confused, why had she asked him that?

I wiped my hand off on my already ruined shirt and turned the video off. I knew I had to respond to the vid, but I was feeling so spent and wrung-out that all I could manage to think of was to say:

THANKS!!!

I added three emojis of a guy's head exploding then shut the phone off. I took off my shirt and used it to wipe up the mess on my face, neck and hair, and then inspected the couch cushion behind me. I dabbed as much off as I could and then went and got some seltzer water and went to work on the little stains. I didn't want there to be cum stains on our couch. Once I thought I'd gotten it all, I went upstairs and took a shower.

That dream-world feeling was creeping back as I dried off. Was he sharing images of my wife with Lance?

My wife seemed like she was fine with it. Were the Sutton brothers a package deal? I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

Lance was so stern and serious, it was hard to imagine. Did I like it? Maybe. Maybe I liked the idea a lot. With the amount that I'd just cum, I knew that I would be absolutely in love with the idea by the time my post-orgasm refractory period wore off.

I decided to think about something else for a while. I got a library book I'd been reading and sat in my favorite reading chair and set my phone down on the armrest. I kept checking it for new messages so reading was slow-going.

Eventually, I was able to start stringing pages together and I actually finished a couple of chapters when my phone definitely buzzed. I picked it up, but it was only the jeweler telling me the piece was done.

I left to go pick it up.

*

She didn't get home until after nine. I'd finished my dinner, a turkey sandwich, and I was reading again when I heard Anthony's truck pull up.

I looked out the window and saw Beth kiss him passionately for a minute in the cab. She got out and came around the front and he waited while she came up the driveway and entered the back door. Once she was in, Anthony pulled away with the boat in tow behind.

She came into the living room in her blue jumper with her hair pulled up and no makeup on anymore. "Hi honey," I said. "How was it? Did you have fun?"

She tossed the big bag on the couch and shook her head at me. "I feel incredible," she said. "Really, I mean it. I don't know how I went so long without doing something like this. I feel like a fucking teenager right now." She kicked her sandals off and plopped down on the couch. She stretched back and closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh. "I think this might be the best part right here, coming home to you."

I set my book down and laughed. "You don't have to say that honey."

"No, seriously. It was like being caught up in a crazy whirlwind of feelings and emotions all day. There's no way it could last. If I went home with that kid, I'd just wind up sitting next to him on some old couch watching Seinfeld or some shit. This way, it's like it preserves the magic somehow, you know? I don't have to have the disenchantment-part. The come-down."

"That's great," I said. "I loved the video Anthony sent me. I abused myself to it."

She laughed and sat up. "Did you really? What's this?" She picked up the box with the bow that I'd left on the coffee table.

"I got you a little present," I said. "I felt like doing something that would make you happy."

"What? You're kidding!" She turned on the lamp and looked at the box. "You went to Aiello's?" She pulled the ribbon off and opened the box. There was a leather case inside and she opened it and gasped. "Oh it's gorgeous!" she said. She took the necklace out of the case and held it to the light.

"Three curved hearts," I said. "Two gold, that's you and me, and one platinum. That represents your physical love outside of the love that we share."

"It's got a date on it," she said.

"Yesterday," I said. "That's the date that you took your sexual freedom. That was the day that our marriage got stronger... What's the matter?"

She sobbed and clutched the necklace to her chest. "Really? That's how you see it?"

"Absolutely," I said.

"Last night you didn't say anything. I thought you were having second thoughts. I thought by the time I got home tonight, you might be ready to end the whole experiment."

"No way!" I said. "I just didn't want to be pushy."

She stood up and put the necklace around her neck. She turned for me to clasp it for her, and I got up and obliged. When it was fastened, she faced me with tears streaming down her cheeks and put her arms around me. "Oh honey, I love it. I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I said. I kissed her and I could feel that her body seemed loose and soft in my arms.

She leaned back and smiled at me. "Maybe pretty soon we can add something to it."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like a key," she said. "I've been doing some research on this little kink of yours."

"Are you suggesting a chastity cage?"

"Maybe," she said, and bit her bottom lip. She was gauging my reaction. "If you're good. Now come on, I want to be pampered." She took me by the hand and led me up the stairs.

When we got to the bedroom, she said she was going to take a quick shower, but I told her it wasn't necessary. "Oh honey, if you knew what I've been up to with this pussy, I don't think you'd want to go anywhere near it. Just let me clean up a bit and I'll be right back."

"No," I said. "It's fine. I want to pamper you just the way you are."

"Hmm, I don't think you really know what you're suggesting," she said. "I mean, last night he pulled out and came all over my belly and chest. I guess he's used to being with younger women. I told him he didn't have to worry about getting me pregnant, I told him I really wanted to feel him come inside me."

"I bet he liked that," I said as I grabbed my wife and pulled her to me.

"Oh my god, he loved it," she said. "And he took full advantage today, let me tell you."

I looked her square in the eye. "Honey," I said, "I don't care. In fact, it makes it way hotter. You've been a naughty girl and I want you to rub my face in it."

She made a little noise of satisfaction and squeezed me, then pushed me away. She unzipped her jumper and pulled it off. She wasn't wearing anything but panties underneath. I took my shirt off, not that she would be interested in looking at my body after she'd spent the day with Anthony the super-stud.

She peeled her underwear off and shook her head as she looked at the state of the crotch of them. She tossed them aside and pulled me in close.

I started to suck on her hard nipples as she sat back on the bed. She wasn't much interested in that though, and she laid back and pushed my head down between her legs. A strong musk immediately made me dizzy.

I kissed my way up her inner thigh and it got stickier and more moist as I moved in. There was a strong masculine scent along with her familiar fragrance. I dove in with my tongue, lapping and lapping at Beth's sloppy pussy. I was in heaven as I licked and licked. There was a taste that I didn't recognize, but I knew exactly what it was.

Beth moaned in pleasure and gripped my hair. I went in hard with my tongue, licking in an upward motion that seemed to get a response, then switched to focus on her clit for a while, sucking it in and pushing the flat of my tongue against it.

She gasped and pulled my head in closer to her. "Oh that's it, right there!" She hissed at me. I kept it up and felt her flinch and then buckle with a crashing orgasm that made her clench her thighs around my head. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't care. In that moment, I would've happily suffocated to give Beth just a little more pleasure.

When her thighs opened again, she pulled my head back. I guess she was feeling very sensitive. "Down further now!" she commanded. "Lick my ass!"

Her legs were flat back, pulling her voluminous ass cheeks apart and opening her delicious pink bud. I didn't have to be asked twice.

"Hmmm, I love it!" I said, before I licked all the way up across her hole. She had been sweating that day in the heat of the sun, and no doubt with the exertion of fucking her new lover, and that made her asshole extra fragrant and delectable.

I was becoming a connoisseur of Beth's anus, and this was the best I'd ever had it. I got my tongue in there and passionately french kissed her rectum.

"Ooh babe, that's right!" she said. "You're my little ass-cleaner huh? My hubby is right where he belongs, huh baby?"

"Mmm-hmm," I agreed, not wanting to remove my mouth from its paradise.

But she pushed my head back and rolled onto her stomach, then got on her knees in bed. "This was how he fucked me," she said. "Out there on the river. This was the view he got, but he got to fuck me and my cuck-hubby only gets to lick my ass!"

I'd never heard her talk like that, but I loved it. I dove in between her cheeks and got my tongue back into its rightful place and she groaned loudly. I could get my tongue further into her from this position and I felt that every extra millimeter was another measure of my devotion to her.

I could tell by her breath that she was getting close to another orgasm when she pulled away and twisted around to look at me. "I can feel his cum moving in me. He shot it so deep... Lay down on the bed now, lay on your back."

I climbed up onto the bed and laid back with my feet still on the ground. She swung her leg over my head and straddled my face.

Her swollen, wet pussy lips were inches away from my mouth. She looked down at me with glassy eyes. She almost seemed drugged. I looked up at her little belly and tits with their rock hard nips and the necklace I'd just bought her dangled there, the three hearts pressed together near her heart.

I was so proud of my wife. She did something vulgar that she never would have done if she weren't in an altered state of consciousness: she reached down and spread herself open for me.

"Is this what you wanted? You're going to show me what a good little cuckold hubby you can be, aren't you? You're going to clean up your wife, huh? You're going to eat up every drop that comes out of me aren't you? Say it!"

"I'm going to clean you up babe. I'm going to show you how much I love you."

It looked like my words had struck a chord with her. She tensed up in her shoulders and then the fluid started to drip. It was thick and white and I opened my mouth to happily receive it.

At first the smell and taste was too much, and it struck me that what I was doing was extremely gay, but the fact that the cum was dripping out of my beautiful glorious wife made me want to continue.

I swallowed that first bit and then pressed my mouth up to her. More of her lover's cum slid into my mouth and I swallowed that too and began to scoop it out of her with my tongue. I looked up at her as I did it and she cooed down at me. "Ooh, look at you," she said. "You're my little cumslut aren't you? You're going to take my fresh creampies from now on, huh?"

I took a break from cleaning my wife to say, "Yes Beth, I'm addicted now."

I went back to work and Beth cried out and a gush of her juices, mixed with the remnants of Anthony's pleasure, sprayed into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could and didn't spill a drop. I loved every fluid ounce of it.

After that, she collapsed, spent. I was pretty beat too. I tucked her in and went to clean up a bit. Then I got naked and turned out the lights and joined my wife in our marital bed, warm and safe.

The Return of Lance:

We wound up sleeping-in the next day, and when we finally did get up, neither of us said anything about what had happened the night before--or the day before that either. It was Sunday, so we lolled around in bed for a while before I finally roused myself to go make us something to eat. I felt like a million bucks scrambling up some eggs and frying bacon.

I was the luckiest guy in the world because I had the most beautiful wife in the world. That old schoolyard taunt came into my head. 'My girl is red-hot. Your girl ain't diddly squat.' That was exactly what I felt like telling the world.

When Beth came down she was dressed like she was going someplace, which surprised me. "You forgot," she said. "I promised to help out at Brightside's new space." She was on the board of a nonprofit pre-school in a rough neighborhood nearby. She was right, I'd forgotten all about it. "You can come too if you want. We could probably use the extra help."

"Okay but first, food," I said, plating the eggs and bacon and getting the butter out for her toast.

"Hmm. It smells great babe," she said.

I spent the day painting walls bright colors and sweeping off an old parking lot that they were going to use for a recess area and throwing away broken glass and big chunks of rock. Beth stayed with Tam who was also on the board.

I felt a little silly because Malik wasn't there and it didn't seem like any of the other board members had brought their spouses, but I also felt a little submissive tingle because it meant that me and Beth were a package deal. Everyone knew I was there because she'd told me to come. They knew that she wore the pants.

At one point in the afternoon, I heard Tam's loud laugh, and I saw her and Beth talking about something together one on one. I wondered for a second if Beth would tell her that she was fucking Anthony Sutton with my full blessing and cooperation.

Tam looked over at me watching them and burst out laughing all over again. I felt a surge of anger, but I tamped it down quickly. I decided it was okay for Beth to laugh at me with her friend. She had every right to do that if she felt like it. She'd known Tam since college and they'd been through a lot together.

Tam and Malik were almost like family. But I thought about what Beth might've told her and I wondered if Tam would then share that information with her husband.

That was what I was thinking about when we were driving home. "Hey, last night was great, in fact the last couple of days I've felt more in love with you than ever," I said. "But we never did have a conversation about boundaries. From what I read online, it's important for us to communicate about stuff like that."

"Hmm. Well I think you know my boundaries," she said. "You are to stay completely faithful to me and encourage me in any sexual adventures I might want to undertake, whether you're directly involved or not."

"Yeah, that's pretty much what I figured," I said.

"Oh I guess you meant your boundaries..." she said.

I looked at her and the look on her face made me retreat. "No, I don't have any, I want you to do whatever you want!" I said.

"No, come on, you must've had something in mind when you brought it up."

"Well... I saw you talking to Tam, and she was laughing and I just got the feeling you were talking about us. Our, uh... Situation. I don't mind that really, it's fine if you want to do that, but the thought of her telling Malik is... I don't know how I feel about it."

"Why, because Malik sees you as a macho man?" she laughed. "Honey, I don't think anyone who really knows you would be surprised to discover that you're a cuck."

"Really? I mean, I'm not a sissy. How would they know?"

She looked at me like really? She shook her head. "No, you're not like, effeminate or anything, but come on, you've always happily taken a supporting role in our life together. You're very deferential to me, and frankly, I've noticed that you're pretty deferential to other women too."

"You think?"

"Yeah. Even today, when you were painting that playroom with Stacy. You asked her how you should tape off the molding and then made her show you, like you were afraid she'd be disappointed if you did it wrong."

"She was doing the other wall and I wanted them to match!"

"It's fine, but most guys would've just done it how they thought it should be done. If Stacy did it differently, most guys would've told her how to do it and she probably would've listened."

"But she already did half of her side!"

"Honey, don't get defensive. It's one of the things I love about you," she said. "But come on, you really think Malik is going to have his whole image of you shattered if he knew you encouraged me to fool around? They're our oldest friends, if we can't be honest with them, who can we be honest with?"

I thought about what she was saying and finally had to agree. "I guess you're right," I said. "It's silly."

"And you're okay with me telling anyone I want?" she asked.

I looked at her and felt a flood of submissive serotonin in my brain. "Absolutely."

"Good," she said, taking out her phone, "because I've been dying to tell our daughters!"

"Hey!" I shouted.

She laughed. "I'm just kidding honey. You can still pretend to be Mr. Macho when it comes to our girls."

"Well thank you for that!" I said.

I made us a nice supper and we ended the night cuddling on the couch watching an old movie.

*

The next day, there were two trucks in our driveway which meant that Lance was back. Beth had a spin class and said she was going to have lunch with Tam downtown afterwards. I was busy with yeardwork that morning, cutting the grass and doing the edges with my weed-whacker.

At around 12:15 I got a text from Beth:

Can you send me that video you got from Anthony?

I felt light headed and slightly panicked. I had just put away the weed-whacker and I sat down on the bench in our tool shed and texted her back:

Are you going to show Tam?

I got a response immediately:

So what if I am??? I thought we talked about this!!!

I swallowed hard and brought up the video, which I'd saved to my photos. With a shaky finger, I sent the video to my wife. I almost started to watch it again, but I stopped myself. I texted Beth:

I love you!

After a moment, I got back:

Your hesitation embarrassed me in front of my friend. We're going to talk about that when I get home!

I sat there in the cool of the shed and wondered what she meant. When I came out I found Lance pulling some lumber out of the back of his truck. "Hey, how was your trip?" I asked.

"Oh it turned out okay," he said. "At first I thought I was going to have to redo the whole roof, but It wasn't that bad. I found some good help and got it fixed. I was happy to see that all the plumbing got done while I was gone."

"Oh yeah, and we decided on some fancy wood inlays on our built-in desk."

"Yeah, I heard," he said. "I guess he had to wine and dine you to get you to agree to that!"

"No, no, I'm into it. Once he showed us what he was going for, we really liked the idea."

"Well watch out with him," Lance said with a slight smile, "he can be very persuasive. He usually winds up getting exactly what he wants one way or the other. Our mom says he got all the charm."

"Don't sell yourself short," I said. "I think my wife would probably agree to anything either one of you proposed."

"Well that's pretty interesting," he said. "If anything comes to mind, I'll let you know. But honestly, I think we're going to finish ahead of schedule and under budget."

"That's great," I said. "Let me know if you need anything, water or whatever. Just knock on the back door, I should be home for the rest of the day."

"Okay, thanks," He said.

After I got out of the shower, I saw a text on my phone that had come through from Anthony:

What were you talking to my brother about?

I texted back:

Nothing, I just asked how his trip went.

I got back:

Please don't mention me taking Beth out.

I replied:

Okay I won't. Is he scared of married women since the whole thing with Samantha?

He said:

Something like that.

I sent him the thumbs-up emoji.

As I shaved, I thought about why he might not want his brother to know about him and Beth. I decided my first thought was probably correct, and that they had agreed to stay away from the wives of clients or something. I decided to ask Beth what she thought when she got home.

But when Beth got home, I forgot all about it. She came in with Tam, and the way they were giggling and carrying on, I knew they'd been drinking at whatever restaurant they'd been to. "Hey, you guys look like you're in high spirits," I said.

"That's right, but you embarrassed me in front of Tam today." She stood with her arms crossed and Tam stood next to her, looking at her.

"Sorry," I said, "I just thought you'd want to keep that video private."

"Why? I have nothing to be ashamed of!" she said.

"And lord knows Anthony Sutton doesn't," Tam added.

My wife shook her head. "I'd just finished telling Tam how you were the best little submissive housewife, and how you'd do anything I said, and when I asked you to send that video, all of a sudden I. m getting backtalk. That made me look pretty foolish, don't you think?"

They stood at the entrance to the living room. I'd been answering some emails on my laptop on the couch. I shut it and stood up. "I'm sorry sweetheart, really," I said.

"That's good that you're sorry," she said. "But I think a punishment will really drive home the point and correct your behavior. When I told Tam, she said she wanted to come along and watch. Do you have a problem with that?"

I looked from my wife to her beautiful black friend and felt a flutter of submissiveness that rocked me down to my toes. "No, no problem," I said.

She walked across the room to me with Tam close behind. "Good," she said. "Take your belt off, hand it to me and assume the position."

I hesitated for a second, then undid and pulled my belt off my pants. I handed it to Beth as Tam sat in the easy chair opposite the couch and crossed her long legs. She was wearing shorts and strappy sandals, and she looked amused by the scene unfolding in front of her. I knew what position my wife wanted me in. I undid my pants and slid them, along with my boxers, down to my ankles.

"Don't cover up," Beth said to me, "I want Tam to see. Turn around and show our friend your little stiffy." She took me by the shoulders and turned me to face her seated friend.

"Wow, the little guy's super excited, isn't he?" Tam said. "Tell me Jay, what did you think of that video that Anthony sent you?"

"I loved it," I said.

She shook her head in wonder. "You know, I believe you did," she said.

"Okay, come on," Beth said. She took me to the arm of the couch and pushed me so that I leaned over it with my ass out. "How many lashes should you get for giving me backtalk today?" she asked.

"Five?" I said.

"Okay seven," she said. "And how many for embarrassing me in front of my friend?"

"Six?" I said.

"Eight," Beth said. "For a grand total of fifteen. Thank me in advance."

"Thank you so much Beth honey. I really do deserve this."

"Yes you do," she said. She took a couple of practice swings, with the air whistling around the belt as she sliced it through the air. Finally, she smacked one across my ass. The pain was delayed and at first I just felt a sting, but by the time the second and third blows landed, the pain blossomed into fire all over my glutes.

Tam laughed hard and when I looked over I saw that she was filming it on her phone. "I wasn't expecting you to hit him so hard!" she said.

"He's gotta learn," Beth said. She landed a blow squarely across my ass cheeks to emphasize. "Besides, he likes it, dontcha honey? Tell Tam how you like it."

"I... I like it," I said. She smacked my ass with the leather belt three times in quick succession and tears spilled from my eyes.

"When you first brought up the subject of domestic discipline, I didn't like the idea at all," She said, with another loud thwack to my aching ass. "But now, it's starting to grow on me. At first it just seemed like some silly little notion of yours, I didn't realize that it was part of your core identity." She swatted me three more times then asked, "How many was that so far?"

"Eleven," I said.

"I don't think it was eleven. Tam, were you counting?"

"Nope," she said.

"That was eight. Here's nine and ten." She swatted me forehand and backhand and I couldn't help but cry out.

"It wasn't until you brought up cuckoldry that I really understood how deep all this shit went with you. That was the thing that intrigued me. If you were willing to ask me straight out, in the broad light of day, to make you a cuckold--to actually fuck another man, I mean... We're in sexual identity territory here. It's not just some weird shit you saw in a porno." She thwacked my ass again. "How did it start for you honey? I think my friend wants to know."

I looked at Tam again, who held up her phone with a little smile on her face. Beth smacked the belt across my ass again, but it was starting to go numb by then.

"Uh. I guess I just worship Beth and want her to be happy," I said. "The first time I remember feeling really submissive was when she brought home a dildo. She said she wanted to use it while I was away on a trip with Gail..."

"I remember you being weirdly interested in that!" she said. "Every time we talked you brought it up. We had a code for it, remember? You would ask me if I'd had lunch with my new friend." She smacked me hard. "How dare you imagine me in a sexual way while you were out on the road with our daughter!"

"I'm sorry," I said. "I couldn't help it. Around that time, I started to watch femdom porn and I got obsessed with the idea of Beth pissing on me."

She smacked my ass two more times. "I can't believe you talked me into that!" she said.

"Oh you never told me that!" Tam said. "You pissed on Jay?"

"We were on vacation, I was drunk," she said. "Anyway, I thought that would get it out of his system, but I guess it didn't work!"

"I guess not," Tam said.

"How many licks was that?" she asked.

"I think that was fifteen," Tam said.

"I'd better give him one more for good measure," she said. She wound up like she was really going to let me have it, but then she just lightly tapped me with the belt. "What do you say?" she asked me.

"Thank you Beth, thank you so much."

"You're welcome, now thank our friend for being such a good observer."

"Thanks Tam," I said as I stood and pulled my pants up.

Tam put her phone away and smiled at me. "Let me ask you a hypothetical question," she said. "Do you think a man who loves to lick his wife's asshole, like a guy who would rather do that than anything else--a guy who likes it most when his wife is all sweaty and hasn't showered, do you think a guy like that could get into this cuckold thing of yours?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "Nothing triggers my submissive side like licking Beth's asshole."

She seemed pleased. "I'd better get going before the girls at the office call out a search party." She stood up. "Thanks for letting me watch, you kinky freaks. I like your style. Now which way are those Sutton brothers, I want them to see me walk outta here in my shorts."

Beth led her to the back door and let her out. I'm not sure if Lance or Anthony was in the driveway or not. Beth came back in and gave me a kiss. "Thanks for putting on such a good show," she said. "Believe it or not, Tam thinks more highly of you now."

"Is she going to turn Malik into a cuck?" I asked.

"I think she's going to try," Beth said. "Isn't that great? We're helping our friends!"

I agreed.

It wasn't until I was making dinner that I remembered my text conversation with Anthony. "Hey, I meant to ask you," I said. "Do you know why Anthony wouldn't want his brother to know he was going out with you?"

"What?" she had been sitting at the kitchen table, looking at her phone.

"Yeah, he asked me not to mention it to his brother," I said. "I was just talking to Lance about something else and I think Anthony got worried." I fished my phone out of my pocket and opened the text conversation and handed it to her.

She scrolled through it and smiled. "I don't know. He told me that he and his brother shared girlfriends before. Clearly there's more to this story," she said.

"Yeah it was weird." I took my phone back. "Do you want cucumbers in the salad?"

"No, not tonight," she said.

At dinner, I had to sit on a cushion because of my sore ass. Afterward, we sat in the living room with drinks. When we heard the Sutton brothers packing up their trucks for the night, Beth stood up. She had a glass of red wine in her hand and she leaned over and smiled at me. "Anything on my teeth?" she asked.

"No," I said.

She picked up the Norwegian woodworking book on the table, and marched out of the room and out the back door in her bare feet. I scrambled after her to the kitchen window to see what she was up to.

She was wearing tight sweatpants and her top was loose-fitting enough for anyone to get a peek if she leaned over. I doubted she was wearing a bra. She walked up to the garage with her wine glass, holding the book under her other arm. Anthony had gotten into his truck but Lance was still messing with some gear in his flatbed. When he noticed Beth, he stopped what he was doing and watched.

She went up to Anthony's cab and he rolled down his window. Beth said something to him, then handed him the book. He took it and tossed it on the passenger seat. Then Beth leaned into the cab and planted a long, wet kiss right on his lips.

Lance watched not ten feet away. He showed no sign of being surprised by the kiss.

Beth stepped back and smiled big at Anthony. She took a sip of her wine and started back toward the back door. "G'night Lance honey!" she called out with a wave as she crossed the driveway.

He didn't answer her. I raced back to the living room and pretended I'd been sitting there the whole time. She came in with rosey cheeks. "Well I guess we're going to see what happens when Lance finds out about his brother's activities..." She smiled at me. "I just made it pretty clear!"

"You think he'll be mad?" I asked.

"He didn't look mad to me," she said.

"Honey, you're a goddess," I said. "I love you."

"Hm, well I'm not in the mood for you right at this moment," she said. "Of course, if you want to rub my feet, that might be nice."

"You got it!" I said. I rubbed her feet and I had a hard-on the whole time, but she pretended not to notice.

We started to watch a movie and I must've fallen asleep. I woke up later and Beth wasn't looking at the TV at all, she was texting someone. She looked really involved in what she was writing. I moved my legs a bit and she set her phone down quickly and pretended she'd been looking at the television.

"Wow, I'm beat," I said. "Do you want to go to bed?"

"I want to see how this movie ends," she lied. "You go on."

I got up and stretched and started to go toward the stairs. "You just got a text," I said.

"Oh thanks," she said as she picked up her phone. I left and went up the stairs, dying to know who she was talking to and what they were saying, but I had to respect my wife's privacy. If she didn't want me to know, then I guess I wouldn't know.

I went to the bathroom and took two Advil for my sore ass and crawled under the covers. Erotic fantasies about my wife starting something up with Lance ran through my head, but I ignored them. I just shut my eyes and eventually sleep took me.

The next morning, I was up before Beth. My sore ass actually woke me up, and I got out of bed and saw it: her phone. It was there on the nightstand, and before I had a moment to reconsider, I took it and went to the bathroom. I unlocked it--I knew her code--and saw that she'd been texting Anthony.

Beth: You looked so cute today, I couldn't resist kissing you!

Anthony: You did it right in front of Lance!!!

Beth: Is that bad? Is he a prude or something?

Anthony: Hell no, that's the problem. I was hoping to keep you to myself a little longer.

Beth: Don't be silly, he doesn't want me! You think he'd really try to steal his brother's girl?

Anthony: I know he would, he's done it many times. He always says he can't wait for me to get married so he can officially turn me into a cuckold.

Beth: Like Jay!

Anthony: Yeah, only I'm not sure I'm into it. I mean I want you all to myself. At least for a while!

Beth: Baby, I need you! These last two days without feeling your skin on mine have been torture!

Anthony: I feel the same!! I almost drove over on Sunday night, but I didn't know how Jay would take it.

Beth: He would've been fine with it! I beat his ass in front of our best friend today, so I haven't found the bottom of his cuck-depths yet!

Anthony: Whoa, u rly did that?

Beth responded with a winky-face emoji.

Anthony: I need you baby, I can't go another day!

Beth: What about tomorrow?

Anthony: Lance is going to pick up crown molding at eleven. He should be gone for over an hour.

Beth: I can send Jay on an errand...

Anthony: It's a date!

Beth: I'm getting wet just thinking about it.

Anthony: I hope ur ready for this cock.

Beth: I'm so ready for it daddy!

Anthony: GOOD. See you tmro.

She texted back a string of red hearts.

I was so turned on reading that, but I was afraid I'd get caught with her phone, so I shut it off and went back into the bedroom and put it back on the nightstand. I had to piss, but my erection made it very difficult. I had to lean over and imagine avocado ice cream to be able to piss at all.

She'd made a date with him and wasn't going to tell me. I was disappointed, but I told myself to be a good sport. If Beth wanted to have a secret liaison with her lover, why should that bother me? Anyway, I thought she'd probably tell me after the fact.

I decided to cook her favorite breakfast to make up for snooping on her phone.

She came down looking adorable in her pajamas with her bedhead. She sat down and I brought her coffee and an egg-white spinach and feta omelet, and a small fruit salad with honeydew melon, apple slices, and grapes, all drizzled lightly with local honey. "This looks incredible," she said. "I've got the best little wifey around."

"Aww shucks," I said. I gave her a kiss and sat across from her. I had a bowl of cereal. "What are we up to today?" I asked.

"Not much on the docket," she said. "If the weather's good, I might go for a bike ride later."

I nodded and tried not to look like I knew she was lying.

"I might have an errand for you to run," she said. "I'm not sure yet."

"Hmm. Mysterious," I said.

"It won't be anything too difficult," she said. "You finally cut the melon the way I liked. Is that a bonus from our new marriage dynamic?"

"I feel like doing everything exactly the way you want lately."

She smiled and enjoyed her breakfast.

I kept one eye on the clock as I cleaned up the dishes. It was a little after nine, and Beth was doing some work on her laptop. "I'm going to take a shower," I told her.

"I got next," she said.

After my shower, while I was shaving, Beth came in and stripped down. She started to adjust the water temperature and then noticed my ass. "Oh my god!" she said. "Did I do that to you?"

"Yeah," I said. "It hurts, but I sure learned my lesson."

"Aww, poor baby," she pressed her naked body up against me from behind and gave me a little kiss on the neck. "That reminds me, I wonder how Tam is making out with Malik. I bet she showed him that video!"

I shook my head at the thought. "Oh god," I said.

"It's okay babe. Everybody already knows that I'm the boss around here. Our best friends can know the extent of it, I don't think they'll spread the information around."

She tested the water with her toe, then turned the knob to make it come out of the shower head. I used a washcloth to wipe the residual shaving cream off my face so I wouldn't scald her. I sat on the closed toilet and watched Beth.

She didn't notice me there and kind of half-hummed, half-sang an old Journey song. When she was done and pulled the curtain back she saw me and laughed. "Hand me a towel!" she said. I did what she said. "Oh so you want to watch me get myself fixed up?"

"Do you mind?"

"No hun, it's kind of sweet," she said. "I'll teach you how to help me fix my hair." She dried off and went and put on a sexy stretchy-lace bra and underwear in light purple, then came back. She showed me how to use a round brush and hairdryer together, and what angles to take and how big the slice of hair should be. It took a long time, but by the end, I felt like I had a pretty good idea how to do it.

"If I'm going to be going out on dates, it'll be a big help for you to know this stuff. You'll have to learn how to paint my toenails too."

"Okay," I said. "I love helping you get ready."

"Well, today I want you to do me a big favor. I want you to watch me and Anthony fuck. But I think it would be really hot if he had no idea you were watching. I made a little arrangement with him last night while you were asleep. His brother has some chore to do, so he'll be gone. Anthony's going to come over at eleven. I want him to think you're gone too."

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm," she fixed a couple of strands of hair, then picked up her eye shadow. "I've thought about it, and I think the best place for you to hide would be the closet. You can stay back in the corner until you hear us fucking, and then move forward and watch. I doubt he'll notice."

"Really? You want me to watch?"

"Yes, that would be a big turn on for me. And then when he leaves, you can do your duty. This is your chance to sample a really fresh creampie. How does that sound?"

"It sounds awesome!" I said.

"But there is one condition," she said. "I don't want you to masturbate. I just want you to watch. Understand? I want you to cum while I'm literally rubbing your nose in my infidelity. Promise me."

"I promise," I said.

"Good boy, it's gotta be after ten now, so go. Park out of sight a block away and hurry back. He won't see you if you come in the front door."

"Alright, I'm going now. I love you."

"I love you too babe." She gave me a quick kiss and I was off.

I drove around the block and parked under a big tree. It was 10:47, and I didn't want to be late so I got out and walked at a fast clip back toward my house. I got to my street and saw a truck come out of my driveway. I almost felt like hiding or something, but that seemed stupid.

It was Lance, and he gave me a slight wave as he drove by. Maybe he just thought I was out for a walk, people did that right? But had he noticed I'd taken the car? I decided it didn't matter and that I'd better hurry because him leaving was the all-clear for Anthony to go into the house to fuck my wife.

I jogged up the sidewalk and across my lawn. I went in the front door and heard Beth talking to Anthony in the kitchen. I crept quickly up the stairs, skipping the two steps that I knew squeaked.

I went into our bedroom and straight to the closet. I left the door open, and thought about where I could stand and see the most action without any light spilling onto my face. Then I went to the back corner and waited.

Beth laughed loudly coming up the stairs, probably to signal me. My heart pounded as they entered the room. "Oh my god, how do you smell so good?" Anthony asked.

"It's all the sugar and spice us girls are made of," Beth said. "You don't smell so bad yourself... Ooh!" I heard some heavy breathing and it sounded like they were very close to where I was. I tried to stay silent there in the dark, but my heart was pounding so loud, I thought it might give me away. "Oh yeah," Beth said, "take that shirt off, I want to feel your skin!"

I imagined Beth running her hands over his muscles. The crack on the hinge side of the door painted a stripe of light across the back wall of the closet, and I moved forward until I could see a slice of the couple through the crack.

There was flesh, and for a second it wasn't clear whose it was. Then I saw Beth's top lift and the light purple bra came into view.

I saw Anthony's strong arm reach around. He unhooked the bra and it fell away.

His face came into view, and he greedily sucked my wife's nipple into his mouth. Beth ran her fingers through his hair and cooed in delight.

"Oh honey, you got me hotter than a two-dollar pistol," she said. "Get those pants down, I want to visit my new best friend."

He stood back and obliged her, taking his pants down and kicking off his boots and boxers. He stood in front of her prouder than I've ever stood naked in front of a woman, and she dropped to her knees.

I had to step sideways to get a better angle, and I watched my wife do something she'd only done for me a handful of times in the twenty-six years of marriage. She had his massive cock in her hand and she teased it across her wet lips, giving it little kisses and licks while her hand kept massaging.

He was growing and as big as he seemed at first, he was soon massive.

She took him in both hands and fed the head of his swollen cock into her mouth. She went farther down the shaft than I would've thought possible--and I had to wonder if she was taking him down her throat. How did she know how to do that? How was she secretly a master cocksucker?

"Aww baby, that's too good. You gotta slow down!" Anthony said. "There's no rush." She took him out of her mouth and rubbed the length of his huge curved cock, using his foreskin to run her fist up and over the head of his tumescent cockmeat.

He lifted her up and tossed her on the bed, out of sight from my limited view.

I saw her shorts and undies fly by the crack in the room and I heard a loud gasp as Anthony entered her. The bedsprings were rocking and I knew It was time for me to step forward and watch my wife get fucked.

I was so nervous I was almost numb, I felt like I was stepping on pillows. I went to the spot I'd chosen, just inside the shadow, and I could see everything: Beth's beautiful shaved legs up in the air, and her hands, with their meticulously manicured fingernails, running over Anthony's back and buttocks. There was a slight sheen of sweat on him as he thrust with great energy and effort into Beth's yielding cunt.

"Oh yeah daddy, that's it!" Beth shouted. "That's exactly what I need! No one's ever fucked me like you Anthony! No one!"

"You like me better than your little hubby?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

"Oh YES!!!" Beth shouted. "You know how to take control of my body. You make me feel like a goddamn sex toy! You're so MANLY! You know what I call my husband? I call him my wifey!"

"No you don't!" he said, slowing down his thrusts.

"I do!" she said. "And you know what? He likes it!"

Anthony laughed and kept pumping into her while she clutched his ass and giggled and groaned. My knees felt weak, and I actually thought I might fall over. I was extremely hard, and the easiest thing in the world would've been for me to cum. If I'd even let my hand graze the front of my pants, I would've exploded.

Beth grabbed him and started to roll him over so she could be on top. "There, now I'm in charge!" she growled. "No more of your teasing!"

I was so proud of my beautiful wife as she began to bounce and grind on him. She had turned slightly, so that her ass was pointing at the closet, where she knew I'd be watching.

There it was, her beautiful asshole, the rightful place of my tongue, and Beth seemed to know what I was looking at. She rocked slow and long, arching her back and making sure she was wide open to me. All I wanted to do was rush out and start licking, but I stayed glued to my spot.

Anthony couldn't last long with Beth controlling the tempo, and soon they were both shaking and groaning in a shared orgasmic explosion. Anthony's legs kicked out in flexed-foot, splay-toed pleasure, while Beth quivered on top of him like she was made of jello.

She collapsed onto him and kissed him holding his face in both her hands.

After a while, she rolled off but stayed close, still pressing her skin to his. He looked like he was about to stir, so I silently stepped back into the depths of the closet and looked through my sliver. "What was that?" Anthony suddenly asked.

"What?" Beth said.

"I think I heard a car pull into the driveway."

"If Jay found us in bed together, he'd be delighted," she said.

"I'm not worried about him!" Anthony said. "If my brother gets here and I'm not working, he'll know I've been up here."

"Oh who cares?" she said.

"You don't know what he's like," Anthony said. I saw him go by the crack, picking up clothes from the ground. He seemed to be getting dressed in a hurry.

"Oh don't rush!" she said. "I was hoping for round two!"

"Sorry sugar, I gotta get back to the site before Lance figures out I've been gone."

"He saw me kiss you!" Beth said.

"I told him you did that as a prank because you'd heard about him and Samantha. I told him it was Jay's idea to see how he'd react."

"Did he buy that?"

"He seemed to," Anthony said as he buckled his pants. He leaned over to put his boots back on. "He thinks that his little affair with a married woman is all anyone wants to talk about in this town."

"It was pretty good advertising for the Sutton Brothers' Construction Co." Beth giggled.

"Jeez-us!" he said as he tied his laces. He picked up his shirt and put it on as he left the room.

I waited until I heard the back door close and then stepped out of the closet. She looked at me with lust in her hungry eyes. "Well?" she said. "Did you like the show?"

"I loved it!" I said.

"I can't believe he asked if he was better than you!"

"I know! I think he was pretty sure what answer he'd get," I said.

"Take off your clothes and lie on the bed!" she commanded. "You're going to consume my lover's semen, and I want to watch you do it!" I stripped down and Beth giggled when she saw my little stiffy all red and desperate for attention. "You look like you're ready to explode!" she said.

"I could cum in a second," I admitted.

I got on the bed and Beth crawled over me, smiling. "I think down deep, I always knew," she whispered.

"Knew what?" I asked.

"That I was in complete control of our marriage. I always felt the weight of authority. I just never knew how much you enjoyed it when I exercised that authority." She threw one leg over me so that her puffy pussy-lips hovered over my mouth. "I never knew that you secretly wanted me to abuse my authority over you. That's what you want isn't it?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Say it louder."

"Yes, that's what I want."

"Good." She said. "Now clean all the cum out of my sloppy, fucked-out cunt!" She pressed her hot lips down onto my mouth to my everlasting and eternal joy...

Lance Takes Control:

I guess my wife had been secretly texting Lance for a couple of days. I found out when we were going to pick up some takeout--she got a notification on her phone and her whole demeanor changed. She made a little noise of disbelief and began to answer the text immediately.

"Who's that?" I asked. She ignored me. I was driving, and when we got to a stop light, I looked over and saw a text come in, but I couldn't read it. She kind of laughed, then started to respond. "Is it Anthony?"

She said no distractedly as she typed.

I tried not to be annoyed. I couldn't imagine her being so absorbed in a text from one of our daughters or a friend. I knew it had to be something naughty to suck up her attention so fast. I got to Benno's, our favorite Italian place, and asked if she wanted to come in and say hi to Rene, which was the whole reason she'd come along in the first place. She said no.

When I went in, Rene asked where Beth was. "She told me to say hi," I lied.

"Oh tell her I said hi right back," Rene said. "I put some extra garlic bread in your bag."

"Thanks," I said. When I got back to the car, Beth was bright red. "What's up babe?"

"He wants to text you," she said.

"Who?"

"Lance." She shook her head. "I told him no, but he's pretty persistent."

"It's fine with me. Obviously I'll share whatever he says with you babe."

"Oh god, okay," she said.

We started the drive home and I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. When we got to a stop light I pulled it out. He'd sent a picture of Beth, a selfie that I didn't know she'd taken that showed her in her underwear sticking her ass out and pointing the camera at the mirror in our bathroom.

The text read:

Your wife sent me this last night. How do you feel about that?

"Wow, when did you take that picture?" I asked.

"What picture?" I showed her as someone behind us beeped because the light had changed. "Oh Jesus, he sent you that?"

I handed her my phone. "Text him back for me," I said. "Tell him, I think she's beautiful, you're a lucky guy, and put three exclamation points."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

She did what I asked and we drove in nervous anticipation for a while before my phone vibrated again. Beth read his text out loud: "I saw you sneaking back to your house on foot yesterday, what was that all about?"

"Text him, I was going to hide in the closet and watch Anthony fuck my wife. Do you have a problem with that?"

"That sounds a little standoffish," Beth said.

"It's a guy thing, don't worry, he won't take it the wrong way."

She shrugged and typed my reply. She didn't have to wait long for an answer. "He says: No problem here, I totally get it. Jeez honey, what do you think he means?"

"Ask him," I said.

She typed onto my phone for a bit and then waited for his response. She read it to herself then laughed. "He says: My brother's a cuckold, it's his true nature but he tries to resist it. I steal all his girlfriends and he loves it!"

"That's fucked up!" I said. "Tell him he's my personal hero for that!"

"Really?"

"Yeah," I said.

Beth typed the reply and waited. She read his response to me. "We just had a rough time playing with a married couple, but you and Beth seem cool. I will fuck your wife if you ask me politely. Wow the balls on this guy!"

"He seems pretty confident," I said. "Do you want him?"

"Honey, I wouldn't send a guy a picture like that unless I wanted him!"

"Okay then ask him," I said. "Say 'Lance, will you please do me the honor of fucking my wife?'"

"Really? So formal!"

"He said to ask politely!"

"Okay!" she said. She had an evil grin on her face as she typed the answer.

After a minute my phone vibrated again. We'd gotten home by then, but we just sat in the car while she read his text aloud. "Tomorrow at noon, I want you to come around to the side of the garage where we're building the steps. Tell us that we should be using wood screws instead of nails. Say you read that they're safer or something. Anthony will have to go all the way to North Pointe to get them. It'll take him an hour and a half at least. I want a bottle of Glenlivet in the bedroom. If you follow these instructions to a T, you can watch me fuck your wife."

"Holy shit," I said.

"Wow," she said. I took the phone back from her and answered Lance's text. "What did you say?" she asked.

"I sent him three thumbs up emojis," I said.

She laughed. "Come on, that garlic bread smells awesome." We went inside giggling like a couple of teenagers. After dinner, I went out to the liquor store and got a very expensive bottle of Scotch whisky for my wife's new lover. When she found out how much I'd spent, she laughed at me. "Wow, you're eager to please," she said. "Come rub my feet while I think about what kind of a demented slut would have sex with one twin one day and the other twin the next..."

I laughed. She was loving this every bit as much as me.

The next morning, Beth said she didn't want a heavy breakfast and just ate yogurt and granola. She called me up to the bathroom to help her get ready. She pulled the shower curtain back and handed me a bottle of gel shaving cream. She put one foot up on the edge of the tub and directed me to rub it all over her leg. I did what she asked, enjoying the feel of her flesh under my hands. She handed me a pink safety razor and told me to get to work.

I got the razor wet and started shaving my wife's beautiful leg, rinsing the blade every couple of strokes.

She pointed out a spot on her thigh that I'd missed and when I'd taken care of it, we started on the other leg. "What do you think of my pussy hair?" she asked.

"I love it," I said as I rinsed the safety razor in the shower stream.

"Yeah, but you're weird," she said, "most guys like it bald. I think Lance in particular would appreciate a bald pussy."

"Whatever you think is best," I said.

She took the detachable shower head off the hook and sprayed herself with it, then put a foot up on the edge of the tub, spreading herself for me. "You gotta get this stubble too," she said.

I got a bunch of the shaving gel in my hands and rubbed it onto her pudenda and between her legs. "Ooh, that feels kind of good," she commented.

I wet the razor and began clearing her bush. The most fun was getting the stubble down near her thick pussy lips, I had to be extra careful and creative with my angles. When I was finished, she rinsed away the excess shaving cream and admired my handiwork.

"That looks great, hon," she said. She leaned over and kissed me, snatched the razor away, and then pulled the curtain closed.

I went to my spot on the closed toilet and waited. When she was done, she asked me to pick out some underwear that I thought Lance would like. I chose a black lace thing that was almost completely see-through. She approved of my choice. She put some eye-makeup on while I blow dried her hair.

"This feels like when I was in high school and I had good girlfriends and we'd help each other get ready for dates and dances and stuff. You're like my wingman, I love it."

"I'm so proud of you baby," I said. "I really thought you didn't want to go through with any of this. I mean, when you ran out of Anthony's apartment crying, I thought you'd never turn me into a real cuckold."

"Yeah, there was a bit of hesitation," she said. "But your reaction let me know that it was okay. And this just feels right, huh? It feels like we really found a good groove. I'm happy, you're happy, and my pussy is very very happy."

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too!" she said. "I'd kiss you, but I don't want to mess up my lipstick."

At twelve noon, on the dot, I went out back and walked to where the Sutton brothers were constructing the stairs that led up to the new deck they'd constructed for the garage apartment. I had never talked to either of them about their work before, except to tell them that whatever they were doing looked great, so I was a bit nervous. I felt like it would be pretty obvious to Anthony that I didn't really know what I was talking about, but I thought about Beth and decided to go for it.

"Wow, you guys have done a lot of work!" I said. "It looks great."

Anthony looked up. He had a hammer in his hand and two nails held in his mouth. He removed them to answer. "Thanks," he said, "we should be able to finish today."

I looked at him like I was confused. "Are those nails? You did use screws, didn't you?"

"Nope," he said with his megawatt smile, "just good old fashioned nails. They do the trick."

"Not for stairs!" I said. "It has to be wood-screws for stairs! Twenty-five years from now, people will still be going up and down these stairs, we need to make sure it's completely safe."

"We did use wood-screws on the deck," he said, "but these should be fine with regular nails. Don't worry Jay, they'll hold."

"We're going to rent this place out. There might be three hundred pound people going up and down these stairs... with baggage. We can't risk a lawsuit!"

"It's no big thing to switch," Lance said. "If you'd rather we use wood-screws, we can do that."

"It really makes no difference," Anthony complained.

"Come on," Lance said. "He's right, screws will last longer. Just run up to North Pointe and get some."

"Looks like we won't finish today then," he said.

"That's fine," I said. "We're ahead of schedule anyway."

Anthony put the nails he'd had in his mouth back in the box and hung his hammer on his belt. He took the toolbelt off as he walked to his truck. Lance and I followed him. "I'll get to work on the tile in the meantime," Lance told him. "I can lay down the grout."

Anthony tossed his toolbelt onto the passenger seat and climbed in. He seemed annoyed and shot me a dismissive look. He showed no sign of suspecting an ulterior motive. He pulled out of the driveway and Lance smiled at me.

His smile, in that moment, was just as bright as his brother's. "You were great!" he said. "Thanks to you, I can steal his girl!"

"Great," I said. I felt oddly small in front of him.

"Did you get me some liquor?"

"Yep," I said.

"Okay then, let's go." He clapped me on the shoulder and headed into the house. I trailed behind.

Beth was on the easy chair in the living room with a glass of white wine in her hand and her smooth legs crossed. She was barefoot in super-short shorts and a see-through red top that showed off her black lacy bra underneath. "Well hello gentlemen!" she said. "Has my husband brought you here to fuck me silly?"

"That's right," he said. "I told him he could watch if he got me a bottle of Glenlivet."

"It's on our nightstand darling," she said. She set her wine down and stood up. She approached Lance with the sexiest walk I'd ever seen in my life. She draped one arm over his shoulder and fixed her sleepy eyes on him. "I've had one Sutton brother," she purred, "but I really want the set."

Lance slid his strong arm around her waist and pulled her body against his. He kissed her softly, taking his time and enjoying her lips. Beth visibly relaxed into the kiss and she almost looked like she was melting. She gave his lips a little lick then giggled. "You taste good," she said.

"I'll taste even better once I've had a drink," he said.

Beth smiled wickedly and took his hand. She led him up the stairs, and I followed. It seemed like they'd forgotten that I existed.

She led him into our bedroom and sat him down on the edge of the bed, on my side. He looked at the bottle and glass, then over at me. I knew what he meant without him having to say a word. I went over and broke the seal on the bottle and poured him a big double shot. Meanwhile, Beth was unbuttoning her top.

"The first moment I met you, I wanted to fuck you," he told her. I handed him the drink, then went and sat in the straight back chair beside the dresser.

"I felt exactly the same," she said. "What was it about me that made you want me?"

"Your face," he said. "Your eyes."

She discarded the top and frowned. "It wasn't my ass?" She turned around and pulled her shorts up, exposing her supple ass-cheeks.

"Not at first," he said. "At first it was your face. I noticed you ass the second time we met. You were wearing yoga pants and you caught me staring, remember?" He took a big gulp from his glass.

"I remember," she said.

"You gave me a wink. That was when I knew you were a live one. I wasn't so sure about him though." He nodded toward me without looking away from my wife's luscious ass.

"I didn't know he was a live one either, not until recently." She looked at me and smiled. "I've decided to embrace my husband's true nature. It has its benefits after all."

Lance looked over at me without a trace of pity. "He can't help it anyway." He took a big sip from his glass, then set it down and slid his hands over Beth's bare waist. His right hand went up and unhooked her bra in one expert motion. She giggled as it fell. He pulled her in and began to kiss and suck her tits.

She looked over at me. "Hon, I left my wine downstairs. Will you be a doll and go get me a refill and bring it up please?"

"Yes dear," I said.

She laughed. As I left the room I heard her tell Lance, "That's the kind of answer I get from him now, 'yes dear.' Being a cuckold has really improved his attitude."

I found Beth's glass, filled it from the box in the fridge then went back upstairs. When I got there, I was greeted by the sight of my wife on her knees in front of Lance, sucking his cock. Lance smiled at me and took a big swig of whisky. I went and set Beth's wine down on the nightstand and took a look at what she was up to. I saw immediately why Lance was able to steal Anthony's girlfriends. He had a massive cock--and I mean huge!

I went back to my chair and watched as Beth struggled to get the thing in her mouth and worked it with both hands. He was not quite fully erect, and she was slobbering on it and pumping it. She slurped and sucked as he calmly watched and drank.

I was turned on, thinking about how she'd done something similar with Anthony in the exact same spot the day before, but I didn't want to get my dick out. I was afraid it would ruin the mood or something. Lance drained the last of his drink and held the glass out to me, not taking his eyes off my wife.

I hurried and got the glass and poured him another. As I handed it to him, he nodded down toward Beth. "Look at her, she's an amazing cocksucker. You're a very lucky man to have a wife like that."

"She doesn't do that for me," I said.

He laughed. "Really? Wow, well then she's expanding her horizons. I think you should give her a little kiss to show her how proud you are of her!"

Beth pulled his massive, veiny cock out of her wet mouth and smiled at me. "Yeah baby, give your loving wife a little kiss!" she said.

I leaned down, uncomfortably close to Lance's engorged manhood, and gave my wife a kiss.

She grabbed onto the back of my head and forced her tongue into my mouth. I accepted it, and she tongue-raped me for a moment before I stood up again. By then, Lance was fully erect, and his cock had become a curved tower, thick through the middle with a purplish, bulging head. Beth giggled and got back to work. Lance gave my face a playful little slap. "Go back to your chair. Just sit there and watch--and no jerking!" he said.

I did as I was told.

Soon, Lance pulled Beth to her feet and slipped her shorts and underwear down past her knees. She stepped out of them with a big smile. "Oh, I didn't expect you to be completely shaved!" he said. "What a nice surprise."

"I made Jay do it this morning. We did it for you."

"Hmm, I like it. Maybe we should give him a little treat for doing such a good job." He looked over at me. His powerful cock arched out as if trying to touch the ceiling. He looked back at Beth. "Maybe he should lick your pussy for a while, to get you started."

"Nah," Beth said, "he's only allowed to do that on special occasions. These days, he's my ass-licker!" She climbed onto the bed on all fours and looked over her shoulder at me. "Come on baby, show Lance where your tongue goes!"

Her ass was open and I felt drawn to it like it had a magnetic pull.

I opened her cheeks wide and dove in with my tongue, licking up and in and around. As I worked, Lance grabbed my hair and mashed my face in between my wifes glorious globes. "Yeah, get your tongue up her asshole. That's all you get. Pussy's for closers!" He released my hair and stroked himself a few times, then got in front of Beth so she could get him back into her mouth. "Oh yeah, that's so nice!" he sighed.

I got my tongue way up Beth's rectum, and she moaned and shuddered with her face half wrapped around Lance's hard cock.

"Ooh, that's too nice," he said. "Are you turned on sweet-mouth? You want to fuck?"

"Mm-hmm," Beth said.

"Jay, go sit in your chair," Lance commanded.

I gave my wife's asshole a couple of goodbye licks and then went and sat. Lance expertly flipped Beth onto her back and hitched her knees up.

Her big ass was on the edge of the bed and he stood between her legs and began to rub the shaft of his huge cock obscenely up and down Beth's swollen, tender slit. She quivered in a small orgasm just from the pressure on her clit as Lance did this, and then when he finally impaled her, she erupted into a full-fledged cataclysmic climax.

He started to work himself in and out of her and looked over at me with glassy-eyes. "Has she ever come like that for you?" he asked me.

"No way," I said.

He kept going and she seemed to be in some sort of hypnotic state of pleasure. "I bet you think Anthony was the first," Lance said to me with a look of cruelty that made the tent in my pants quiver. "That's bullshit. I'd bet every penny I have that your wife cheated on you before Anthony came along. Isn't that right baby? It's time to come clean."

Beth looked over at me panting and then nodded. "I'm sorry baby, but he's right. I cheated on you twice over the years."

I was flabbergasted.

There was something so matter-of-fact about the way she'd said it. Like she thought I'd secretly known or something. All I could say was, "What?"

Lance kept pumping her full of hard thick cock and she was too turned on to consider the larger implications of admitting her infidelity to me, so she continued. "The first was just a one-time thing. The girls were little and you were so busy taking care of them, I felt neglected. I just went out and picked up a guy at a bar. It was really fucked up because it was Christmas eve and I came home afterward and helped you wrap presents." Lance began to rub her tits and she moaned and arched her back. "The other was that guy who managed our Westmere store. You knew him, Micheal Lockwood--it was purely sexual with him, but it went on for a while. I'm sorry babe, are you mad at me?"

"He's not mad at you!" Lance bellowed. "He loves it, look at his pants!"

"I'm not mad," I rasped.

"What? Speak up cuck, we can't hear you!" Lance shouted at me.

"I'm not mad at you," I said louder. "I love you and I completely understand. I just wish we'd talked about it. I would've realized I was a cuckold sooner."

Lance threw his head back and laughed long and loud.

Beth laughed a little too. She looked over at me, still in the throes of passion. "I love you honey. You're the best little wifey a girl could ask for."

Lance pulled himself out of her and rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, sending her into a quivering spasm. She pulled back and grabbed his huge steel-hard cock. "Lay down big boy," she cooed at him, "I want you to fill me with your cum. I'm going to ride this baby all the way to cream-town."

He laid down on the bed and Beth climbed on. She started to reach down but Lance stopped her and looked over at me. "Guide me in," he commanded.

I felt like I was going to pass out, but I somehow made my way to the bed and took hold of his hot, rock-hard cock. I pulled it back until it parted my wife's wet pussy lips. I pushed him inside her and she let out a long moan as he began to pump.

I went back to my chair, shaking like a leaf.

An angry voice broke our reverie. "What the fuck, man?" I looked over and there was Anthony in the doorway, still in his tight work shirt and boots.

Lance started to laugh. "Come on in little brother!" he said.

Beth stopped bouncing on the massive cock and looked over. "Oh hi Anthony!" she said.

Anthony looked at me and then at the couple on the bed and then back at me. "You're just going to sit there and watch them do that?"

"Don't be such a little priss," Lance said to his brother. "That man is having the time of his life, and who the fuck are you to shame him for it?" Beth began to undulate a little. She was trying to be respectful of the hurt feelings in the room, but she was also just completely overwhelmed by the sexual joy of having such a unique specimen of manhood inside her. She couldn't help it.

"I warned you about him!" Anthony said to Beth.

"Uh-huh, you sure did," she said. "But are you sure it was a warning and not an endorsement?"

"What?" Anthony said.

"I mean come on, you told me he had a huge cock and that women go nuts for him, what did you think I was going to do with that information, run? I think you wanted this."

Lance laughed. "Oh man, she's got your number little brother!"

"Quit calling me little brother, I'm three minutes older than you!" Anthony said.

"Ooh baby, you've got a lot to offer too, don't be a spoilsport. Come on over here. I haven't had two men at once since my college days, and back then I was too drunk to remember much." She climbed off Lance and got on all fours again, this time with her mouth at Anthony's crotch level. "Don't be embarrassed," she said. "Those are tight pants and I can see you're excited. Now come on and put your beautiful cock in my mouth while your brother rails me from behind. Let's get a spit-roast going..."

Anthony looked at me like I was going to put a stop to it or something, but I just sat there and watched as Beth pulled him by the waist of his pants toward her.

She unbuttoned and unzipped him and his cock sprang forward. She took it with one hand and guided it toward her mouth as Lance rubbed his cock up and down her asshole and pussy. Finally he plunged into her and she screamed and buckled, but then kept sucking Anthony's cock like a champ.

My wife was like some kind of sexual athlete at the top of her game. I felt like I was watching an artist at work.

Lance made some grunting noises and seemed to be getting himself worked up into a frenzy. I could see that he was building toward a huge orgasm, and when it came he shouted to the ceiling in a flood of relief and pleasure. He almost collapsed onto Beth, who was having a spasmodic eruption of her own.

She was in cock heaven and was blowing Anthony like her life depended on it. She was in a state of ecstasy, but Lance was spent. He disengaged and climbed off the bed. I saw fluid drip onto the covers.

When Lance went to the nightstand to pour himself another drink, Beth realized he wasn't coming back. She stopped sucking Anthony and got on her back. "Your turn baby," she hissed.

Anthony hesitated, but lance clapped him on the shoulder and took a long drink. "Go ahead, it's not the first time you've had my sloppy seconds!"

I saw some switch go off in Anthony's head, like he went into a dream-state all of a sudden. My wife's gapping, dripping pussy was open before him, and he went in with abandon. "Oh that's it baby, no hard feelings right? Ooh you're both such big boys, you gotta take care of me good, I want you both. Ooh, your brother's cum is dripping down into my asshole, oh we're all sticky and wet. I bet you could slide right up my ass right now with that lovely cock of yours, couldn't you baby?"

My wife's words seemed to have the desired effect and Anthony repositioned himself to sodomize her.

She gasped and dug her nails into his wide, thick shoulders as he entered her. "Arghhhh!" she shouted. "That's right, fill me up! I want to feel you go off deep in my guts. I want to feel you cum in me, do it baby!" He started to pump in and out, driving my wife wild with every stroke. "Oh god," she said, "I just realized you're using the best lube there is, your brother's cum!"

That was all it took for Anthony to start to shake and drive into Beth with more forceful intensity. I knew he was cumming. Beth threw her arms around him and looked at me, with a demonic smile. I'd never seen that look before, and I loved it. "Ooooh!" Beth gasped and flung herself back.

Anthony stood and awkwardly pulled his pants and underwear up. Lance held his glass out to him and he took it and drank what was left. Anthony found the bottle and poured himself another while Lance began hunting around for his underwear.

I watched Beth.

She was flushed and her naked flesh seemed to quiver with every breath. Anthony kept drinking while Lance put on his clothes. "Welp," Lance said, "I guess we'd better get back to work. Did you get those wood screws?"

"Fuck your wood screws," Anthony said.

Lance looked at me. "You've got some clean up to do." He looked at Beth. "You're an amazing woman, we should all get together and do this again real soon."

Beth propped herself up on one elbow and gave the Sutton brothers a crooked smile. "You boys are too good to an old housewife," she said. "Anthony, you're not really mad are you?"

He sighed and took one last drink. "No, I guess not. He does it every time I find a gal is all. I just don't know why this keeps happening to me."

"I like you both," Beth said.

"Thanks,'' Anthony said.

"Come one, let's leave these two alone," Lance said to his brother.

They left together and I watched Beth nervously. I'm not sure why, but I felt like she might reject me or something, but I got the same crooked smile as the Sutton boys. "Well?" she said. "Are you going to do your cleanup duty or not? I've got two holes filled with cum here, it's your time to shine!"

I dove between her legs and licked upwards from her asshole and let my tongue part her pussy lips. She tasted of semen and her own juices, which commingled into an intoxicating magic potion that drove me deeper into submission to her.

I was in heaven and I kept licking for all I was worth. "Ooh, that's good babe," she said. "I think I like this even better than getting fucked by those studs. This has real power to it, like I'm cementing my place over you in our relationship. It's like with every lick, you're more and more mine... You're my little plaything, huh?"

"Mm-hmm!" I said.

"Ooooh," she sighed. "Why don't you take off those clothes and lay on your back?"

I stood and took off my shirt and then my pants and underwear. I'd been dripping precum for an hour, so they were pretty wet. I got on the bed and laid on my back like she asked. She crawled to me and straddled my face, cowgirl style, facing away. She leaned forward and said, "Wow, you really are a lot smaller than those Sutton studs, huh?"

"Yeah," I said. She lowered herself onto me, and I started to lick her fucked-out cunt like the antidote to life's troubles was in there. I felt Lance's cum slide into my mouth and Beth moaned and ground her pussy against my face. She started to flick the head of my swollen cock repeatedly.

"That little thing's about to explode, isn't it?"

I swallowed a mouthful fo cum before I could answer. "Mm-hmm." I said.

"Oh, I can feel the cum Anthony left for you. Oh it's coming now." She moved a little to get her asshole directly over my mouth and I opened wide to receive it. At first there was just a drop, then another, and I ate it and opened my mouth again as a huge stream of hot thick cum descended into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but some dribbled out and down the side of my neck. There was a trail from my wife's dilated anus to my lips, and I licked it up and then brought my tongue to her glorious asshole and began to scoop out the remaining seed inside of her.

I licked and licked and as I swallowed another batch of semen I felt her warm hand wrap around my dick and I started to cum. I bucked and jerked under my wife's beautiful butt and sprayed ejaculate everywhere.

Beth laughed. "Good boy," she said. "You must really like to eat cum, huh? Maybe we should explore that side of you a little deeper someday..." She climbed off me and laid back on the bed, exhausted. "I don't want to get up," she said. "Can you clean me? I know the idea might not appeal to you right now, but I think it would really show how much you care."

I saw that I'd sprayed cum on her neck and chest, so I leaned in and started to lick it up while she made little contented noises. Once I'd finished, she looked like she was on the verge of a nap. I went into the bathroom and cleaned the cum off my own belly then washed my face and brushed my teeth. When I came out of the bathroom, my wife was asleep. I pulled the covers over her exhausted naked body. My tummy was full of her lover's cum.

Epilogue:

From that day forward, it was all about Lance. She would play with Anthony too, she loved to have them at the same time, and she would settle for Anthony when Lance was with one of his other girlfriends, but it was obvious who was her favorite.

Lance was naturally dominant, so he fit into our dynamic very easily. A couple of weeks after they started up, he suggested that Beth get a chastity cage for me. He said he was sick of seeing me watch them with a tent in my pants.

"A cuckold should only be allowed to get an erection when his wife deems it acceptable," he said. "It's a free-for-all around here, he can just get a hard-on whenever he wants? I mean, who's in charge?"

Beth agreed with his assessment, and she found a metal device that she liked online. It came with three different sized cages, which was why it was called The Subby-Trainer. You were supposed to start with the biggest size and work your way down to the smallest, which just looked like a metal button basically. I didn't think I'd ever fit into that, but we've already graduated down to medium, so I really think that soon I'll be able to squeeze into the smallest size.

I hope so, I really want to do it for Beth.

She put the key on the chain with the three hearts that I bought her. She loves being my keyholder, and she trained me to cum while inside the cage with the use of her Hitachi Magic Wand. It's a painful delight that I only get to experience on special occasions.

The Sutton twins finished our garage apartment and went on to a job at Tam and Malik's house--I guess things are progressing over there too.

We don't rent the space out like I had planned though, the Sutton studs like to come over and spend the weekend sometimes, and I stay out in the garage apartment. They stay in the house and play little games, like pretending that Anthony is married to Beth and doesn't know his brother is fucking his wife.

I'm basically like the maid during these weekend roleplay sessions, and I wait on them hand and foot. It's comfortable in the apartment, and I love the built-in desk with blonde wood inlays. Those guys really did a great job with it. I'd recommend them to any married couple that needs some work done on their house--or their marriage!