Wishes Do Come True Ch. 03

I drifted off daydreaming about Lee and my wife.

I woke up several hours later. It was eleven and Claire wasn't home.

I didn't know whether to be worried or excited. I checked my cell phone to see if she had texted me.

Her text was brief, "Spending the night."

I wanted her home now to hear all the details, but would have to wait. I answered her with a happy emoji and an eggplant.

Of course there was no response. I went to bed, cursed the cage I had on and my still unresponsive, limp penis. I imagined a dozen different scenarios about how the evening went down, how they took this step ending with her spending the night in his bed.

I wasn't a complete cuckold yet but this step would lead to the next ones. She would have his baby and I would raise it. Only then would I see myself as truly being a cuckold.

I finally fell asleep only to be awakened by thunder, lightning, strong winds, and hard rain. I thought a storm of its intensity was very appropriate for what happened that night.

Unfortunately the storm woke the kids who joined me in bed. They wondered where their mom was. I said because of the storm she had spent the night at Professor Childer's house.

We all fell asleep, but unlike theirs mine wasn't restful, not with three in a bed who kicked and turned. I ended up at the edge of the mattress. Appropriate I thought for what had happened to me that night, Lee replacing me in the marital bed.

I did fall asleep only to awaken hours later sensing the presence of someone in the bedroom.

I opened my eyes to see Claire sitting in a chair. We jokingly referred to that chair which we used sparingly as the cuckolding chair for me to use while I watched her with her lover.

I kept my voice very low and asked how long she had been there.

"Not long. Doesn't look like there's room for me."

"I could make room for you."

She turned down my offer and said I should let them sleep.

I asked her what she was thinking while she was sitting there watching us.

"How blessed I am."

"Me too. So how was your sleepover?"

She smiled, "Fantastic."

"I'm glad it went so well."

She stood up and told me to quietly join her in the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower, but I wanted to give you a present, Cuck."

She stripped, then whispered for me to get on my knees.

"I don't want to orgasm Cuck. I just want you to taste and smell him."

I pressed my face against her sex and inhaled. I smelled semen. I then licked her tasting the seed he had deposited in my wife.

"That's enough Cuck. Now go make me breakfast. I've got a busy day ahead of me."

"Did you get much sleep?"

She chuckled, "Not a lot, but it was worth it."

I headed to the kitchen the smell and taste of Lee's semen lingering in my mouth and nose. I was somewhat in a state of disbelief. What I had fantasized about happening for years had finally come true. Claire had a lover.

We didn't have time to talk as the kids soon woke up and joined us. What I remember is the giddy looks on our faces as we looked at each other. We were both happy.

The kids asked how her sleepover went. She looked at me and said it was fine. They told her I told them she spent the night because it was too dangerous to drive because of the storm. She said that was true and described how the storm had scared her.

The oldest asked her if she wished I had been there to keep her safe like I did them. She said she did, but that Professor Childers reassured her they were safe. The oldest was very observant and commented on how Professor Childers had big muscles and how he could protect her.

She agreed he did have big muscles but said I did too. He responded that his are bigger and he was taller. She said that was true. He is a whole lot bigger than me.

She looked at me when said that making me immediately think she was referring to Lee's cock.

"I felt very safe with him," she said.

The kids were hungry as was I so I got up and began making breakfast. My day had begun. I would have to wait until that night to hear what happened, but more importantly to reconnect with her, to have my face between her thighs lapping at the flesh Lee had ravaged with his cock and the semen he had deposited.

I hoped they fucked after their workout and dinner and she was in the mood to be serviced by me.

I thought back to earlier that morning when she had me kneel on the bathroom floor and had me smell and taste Lee's semen. I remember not having a sense of urgency, of desire. There wasn't passion. It felt mechanical, but I also noted how content I was for her to treat me like a tool.

I attributed it to the milking. Her objective was to change me, to rob me of my jealousy, possessiveness and competitiveness. She wanted no part of refereeing rivalry between Lee and I, but she also wanted nothing but obedience from me.

I had lost and needed to not just accept, but embrace it.

She got home as I was nodding off. I immediately perked up. She laughed and said she was too tired to talk. She changed into her nightgown in the bathroom, climbed into bed, laid on her side facing away from me and quickly fell asleep.

In the morning she apologized and said she wasn't seeing Lee that night.

"We'll have plenty of time this evening to reconnect."

She and I almost never texted while she was at work so I was happily surprised to receive a text from her at noon.

"I forgot to respond to the text you sent."

She included in her text five eggplants.

I wondered if it meant they had a lot of intercourse or they had intercourse five times Sunday night.

"Five times Sunday night?"

She replied, "Yes. Was amazing."

We had never had intercourse five times in one evening. More proof of Lee's superiority. I wondered if he was taking medicine to shorten his recovery times. Thinking about my still limp caged noodle I thought I would love to use whatever he's taking.

Our evening between Mistress's arrival and the kids falling asleep was enjoyable. She had clearly missed being with them. I asked her after they were asleep if she had talked to Lee or wanted to talk to him.

"We've texted each other a few times today, but haven't talked. Are you sure you don't mind if I call him cuck?"

"I don't mind, Mistress."

She smiled, "You want me to call him don't you cuck?"

"I do."

"You like hearing us talk."

I nodded my head indicating yes.

For the next hour I listened to their conversation. They talked about how good Sunday and Monday were, how much they missed each other, how they looked forward to seeing each other on Wednesday. It was flirtatious, sweet, sappy, the sort of conversation you would expect two people in love to have.

When they ended their phone call he told he loved her and she told him she loved him too. She looked at me when she said it, wanting to see my reaction, but also to make sure I heard it.

She thanked me and suggested we go to the bedroom.

"Pull the covers down, spread out a towel, undress and kneel by the bed Cuck."

"Yes Mistress."

I headed to the bedroom and did as she asked. A few minutes later she joined me, her top on but her lower body naked. I moved out of the way so she could get on the bed.

She lay on her back, her bottom at the edge of the mattress, her legs dangling.

"Very good. You knew what I wanted. Spread my legs wide Cuck. I want you to look at my pussy."

I did as she directed.

"Look at my vagina. What was once yours is now his. Another man's cock has been in me. I've broken my marriage vows and lain with another. It excites you doesn't it to know I've betrayed you?"

I answered, "It does Mistress."

"Good, because I'm going to keep betraying you with him. Even if you pleaded with me to stop I wouldn't. Not because I don't love you, but because he needs me. I'm helping him heal Cuck."

"He's like a kid in a candy store Cuck. He can't get enough of me and I can't get enough of him. Our lovemaking has been sweet, tender, long, and slow but also fast, hard, aggressive, and physical."

"He's got a very nice cock Cuck. Just like you hoped he would. You're happy I did this aren't you Cuck?"

I answered, "I am. I always felt like you were missing out because I'm small and I cum so quickly."

Mistress said, "It turns out you were right. I thought you were exaggerating, but you weren't. I never knew fucking could feel so good. I feel so connected to him when he's in me. It's like I feel when your face is between my legs, but different because I'm looking at him and he's looking at me."

"I was fertile the last time your face was between my thighs pleasuring me Cuck and I was still fertile Sunday night. Is your penis hard Cuck?"

It wasn't. I felt like crying out of frustration.

"It's not Mistress. I wish it was."

She laughed, "Good. Do you know why I robbed you of that pleasure Cuck? To remind you that I own your penis. I decide if you'll get an erection, how you'll cum, where you cum."

"For now I'm going to do everything I can to keep it limp. Think of it as a physical handicap. If you were a paraplegic you would still make love to me with the tool you have, your tongue, wouldn't you because making me feel good makes you feel good."

"I would Mistress."

"Of course you would Cuck because you're selfless. Your number one priority has always been making sure I'm happy and right now I'm very happy."

"I'm glad Mistress."

I stared at her vagina and pictured Lee's cock moving in and out of it followed by his semen shooting deep into her and slowly dripping out my tongue lapping it up as if it was the most exquisite and expensive meal in the world.

And it was expensive possibly costing me my marriage in the long term, a very steep price to pay to feed the addiction, my fetish, I couldn't quit.

"Do you think you might be pregnant?" I asked.

"I hope so. Do you hope I am?"

"I do."

"Good, because I need you to want me to be pregnant. You have to be all in on this Cuck."

"I am Mistress."

"Good. Now pleasure me Cuck. Imagine his cock in me as you lick me Cuck, making me feel so good, pumping so much cum in me."

She stopped talking. She orgasmed pretty quickly, had me pause, then had me lick her to a second. She told me afterwards I had a really nice tongue.

We cuddled afterwards, she resting her head on my chest. She compared our two chests saying his was hairier and broader while mine was smooth and muscular.

She asked me if I wanted to hear about her previous nights with him. I told her I did.

Before she began she said she wanted me to try and trigger an orgasm by using my brain. I told her I didn't think it was possible with a limp penis. She said she thought it was that I just needed to try harder.

"Instead of thinking up questions to ask me imagine you are watching us, that you can hear every word we say to each other, see every expression, touch, and all the sounds and smells associated when people have the kind of passionate physical lovemaking Lee and I have."

"I'll try, but before you start could you tell me what makes his cock so good."

She replied talking to me like she was a mother and I was her baby, "Does my little cuck want to know about my lover's cock?"

I nodded yes.

She asked, "Was that a yes or no Cuck? I couldn't hear you."

She was enjoying humiliating me.

My face reddened, "It was a yes Mistress. Please tell me about your lover's cock."

She asked, "Why is my cuck so interested in my lover's cock?"

"For the same reason you are Mistress."

She chuckled, "That's so sweet of you to be so concerned with my pleasure Cuck. While it does make me feel really good, I don't think that's the only reason you're interested in it. What's the real reason Cuck?"

"To remind me of my own inadequacies Mistress and why you prefer him over me."

"That's right Cuck. While your tongue is very nice and you're virile enough to get me pregnant, I don't know about all women, but this woman discovered she needs a long, thick, cock."

She continued, "And since he made two babies with Tammy I'm positive he's virile enough to get me pregnant so now I don't even need your sperm Cuck."

She wasn't done piling on the humiliation.

"Seven times and seven orgasms. Hundreds of times with you and the only times I've orgasmed are when you or I rub my clitoris. It could be worse, but thank God you're very oral and very good at licking my pussy."

"Something else I've discovered Cuck is when Lee is masterfully driving his cock in and out of my pussy and we're looking at each other I feel not just physically connected with him, but emotionally."

"It's like he and I are one. I don't want him to pull out afterwards but to stay in me. We have the best and deepest talks while he's in me. He loves me a lot Cuck and I love him."

She then went on to answer my question and described Lee's manhood, its much longer length and girth, the volume of semen he produces, that he's circumcised, his testicles each the size of a jumbo egg, his pubic hair and how his soft cock reminds her of a baby bird in its nest because of how hairy he is.

She told me how his body hair traps his scent, how she loves his musky smell, especially when she's sucking his testicles and tells me that I'm now scent less. She adds it is part of her plan to neuter me, make me androgynous.

An asexual drone whose purpose is to serve her queen.

She describes the feel of his cock, the taste of his precum, licking it clean before they part ways, loving the taste of him in her mouth, and how he's too big for her to put all the way in her mouth, but that's a goal she hopes to achieve.

She abruptly stopped and said she was talked out for the night. I sensed anger in her voice and wondered if telling me about Lee's cock reminded her of times when she was sexually frustrated with me. I'm sure she felt as if she had missed out on something very important the last ten years of her life.

She rolled over her back to me. I told her I was sorry.

She replied, "You don't need to apologize. It is what it is."

I went to sleep feeling like an abject failure. Even though I asked, no begged, for it, I felt emotionally savaged as if she had driven a spear through me.

I reminded myself she was giving me what I had long wanted, that it was on me, not her, to deal with it.

I woke up and pretended our conversation never happened. I greeted her cheerfully, asked if she slept well, offered her a coffee and if she had time breakfast.

I figured we had twenty minutes before the kids woke up and my workday started.

She was surprised by my behavior, but took it as genuine.

"I had a very good sleep Cuck. I'm running ahead of schedule so yes I'll take that coffee and breakfast. Pancakes."

I poured her a cup and made her pancakes. She told me to join her and asked if I was going to eat. I told her I would eat with the kids.

She talked to me about her upcoming day, reminded me she had plans after work with Lee and talked about my day. She mentioned needing me to run a few errands for her.

Towards the end of her meal she said she wanted to get something off her chest.

"I don't want to repeat last night. I know you crave humiliation but I don't like what it does to me. I haven't been sexually frustrated for the past decade. Your penis is small, but your tongue and fingers more than make up for them. I'm still very much in love with you Cuck, but I'm also in love with Lee."

I told her I was still very much in love with her too and I understood where she was coming from. She didn't enjoy humiliating me because she didn't like how it made her act.

"I found myself getting mad at you Cuck when I shouldn't have."

I smiled and asked if that meant she didn't really mean some of the things she said.

"No, I meant them. I don't now why I want to keep you caged and soft, but imagining you servicing me with your tongue, expertly and patiently, but void of the pleasure you used to get licking me."

"You want me to be a tool, not a lover or a husband, to service you when you're horny."

She smiled, "I do."

"And to accept Lee is the better man so it serves no purpose for you to remind me or for me to want you to tell me he is."

"Exactly. I never imagined I would fall for him so so hard and so fast, but I have. He's my focus now, not you. You're still important but I don't have the energy or the desire to constantly remind you in not very nice ways of his superiority."

"I understand Mistress."

She was happy I got it.

I walked her to her car.

Before she closed the door she said she reminded me that when I did service her to see if my mind was powerful enough to make me ejaculate in spite of being soft.

"Did you come close last night?"

"I didn't, but I don't think I concentrated enough."

"Maybe me talking is too distracting. Keep trying. And don't forget to let me know when you get an erection."

"I won't Mistress."

She told me to have a nice day as she backed out of the driveway.

"You too," I replied.

Whenever I had free time which wasn't often I thought about our conversation in bed and at the breakfast table. I think it scared her to have so much anger towards me.

Her anger wasn't because of my inadequacy but guilt over how infatuated she was with Lee. She hadn't expected her feelings to be so strong or the lovemaking to be so good or their personalities to be so compatible. It was as if she found the right man to marry ten years after she and I built a life together over ten years.

I'm sure part of her wished they had become lovers when she was a freshman at university. Maybe she was realizing our marriage was a mistake.

The idea of she divorcing me to marry Lee was nightmarish, but so was her getting pregnant by him, and yet the cuckold in me found that outcome arousing.

Of course in my fantasy world she wouldn't cut off ties with me, but keep me on in a different role, as her servant and sex toy, caregiver of the children. While I thought my fantasy and hers might line up I had no idea how Lee would react.

He might make her choose or convince her what she and I were doing was unhealthy, a disaster of epic proportions, or it made him uncomfortable or even disgusted to think I was licking the sex of the woman he loved, the one whose vagina he filled with his seed, the mother of his offspring.

I reminded myself I was overthinking. Their physical affair had just started. Of course there was lots of emotions and feelings involved and it was intense. All of that was to be expected. The question is would it sustain itself and mature like all relationships do.

Lee didn't come into the house, but sat in his car and waited for Claire to join him. She was in a great mood because she was seeing Lee but also looking forward to her workout.

Our kids seemed used to her leaving us most evenings to spend time with Professor Childers.

I reminded myself to ask Mistress why he wasn't coming inside. I wanted to know if he was uncomfortable or merely running late. I wanted him to be comfortable around me.

He was religious so I shouldn't be surprised if he felt conflicted. He was cheating on his wife by committing adultery with a married mother of three. He had a lot on his plate.

As for Claire she had no problem reconciling what she was doing with her religious beliefs. She didn't see it as sinful because it was something we were sharing, something I supported.

As she saw it if men could have multiple wives women should be able to have multiple husbands. She was very much a feminist who loved her very patriarchal religion.

After the kids were sound asleep I decided to quit thinking about the pitfalls of cuckolding and extramarital affairs and direct my energies and thoughts to what Mistress wanted me to achieve: an orgasm with a flaccid penis.

While my penis had been soft when I spurted streams of semen during my milking it still involved physical stimulation of my prostate. I found myself looking forward to being milked again.

I closed my eyes and fantasized about Claire and Lee's reunion at the airport. She said she waited for him at the entrance to the baggage terminal. When he saw her his face lit up.

He smiled at her and opened his arms. He embraced her. She hugged him back. He told her he missed her. She said she missed him too and asked how his weekend went.

"Much better now than I'm with you. It wasn't bad, just depressing."

She didn't press him to talk because she didn't want to talk about his marriage.

He felt the same way as he asked about her weekend.

"Other than thinking about you all the time it was good."

"I thought about us a lot."

"You did?" Claire asked looking up to see his face.

He nodded. Looking her in the eye he lowered his head. They shared their first kiss in the airport as people walked around them. I hoped someone who knew both of us had seen her and the rumors would start about her putting the horns to me.

Of course the people who walked by barely batted an eyelash if they noticed it all. They saw a couple exchange a very tender kiss and thought it cute or wished they felt that same way or thought it reminded them of being apart and reunited again with their significant other.

They held hands as they waited at the baggage carousel for his suitcase.

It was after they were in the car they began kissing again. It was dark. The car was in a corner where hardly anyone walked by. He was a good kisser she told me.

I pictured their makeout session and found myself very aroused mentally.

They stopped after ten to fifteen minutes. She drove them to his apartment.

He just looked at her on the drive. They barely spoke. He told her she was beautiful and that he enjoyed looking at her.

In his apartment they hugged and kissed and undressed each other. She sucked his nipples like she did with me. He groaned and said it was a first. He pulled off her blouse which caused them to briefly stop kissing.

He then undid her bra. She unfastened her pants. He pulled them and her panties down. She kicked her shoes off then her pants and panties.

After unbuttoning his shirt and sucking on his nipples he pulled it off. She knelt on the floor, unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants and lowered the zipper.

She already knew he was big by the bulge in his slacks. At least twice as big as me she told me. As she lowered his pants and pulled down his underwear freeing it, she said it literally hit her in the face.

Too big to take into her mouth, something she easily did with me, she wrapped her hands around it, opened her mouth wide and sucked on the head. She said his precum tasted good.

She stood up after a few minutes. His cock pressed against her torso. She said it was hot. It was a deep red, the head the color of a plum.

They walked to his bedroom. She pulled down the covers and got in the bed on her back. He got on top of her. As they kissed she guided him into her. She said she had never been stretched so fully.

He took his time giving her vagina a chance to adjust to a cock so much larger than mine. She said she loved the full feeling of his manhood in her. She thought about how she was fertile and hoped he would get her pregnant.

Their first time having intercourse that night was phenomenal. She had plenty of orgasms with me, but with him it was a first to orgasm solely from the thrusting of a man's cock in her vagina.

She loved it not just because it was new but because it was more intimate and natural. She had the orgasm she read about in her romance novels or heard other women talk about.

He even asked her towards the end if he should pull out. She told him he had better not, that she wanted his seed. He did as she asked that time and four more times that night plus two more times the next night.

I wondered if they were fucking as I was fantasizing. As turned on as I was, my penis remained soft and my brain refused to cooperate and trigger an orgasm.

It was frustrating. I thought back to when Claire and I were dating and how often I climaxed, to my embarrassment, during makeout sessions. She didn't see it as a problem but a compliment.

I gave up and went to bed. I hadn't been in bed long when Claire returned.

She was in a great mood. She locked the door behind her.

"I'm glad you're awake Cuck. You're in for a treat. Scoot down a bit."

She pulled her leggings and panties off, then got on the bed, but instead of facing me while riding my face she faced away from me.

She didn't say a word, just slowly lowered her sex to my upturned and hungry mouth. She grabbed some pillows and laid them across my legs and abdomen, then laid down.

It was a treat. Lee must have fucked her minutes earlier. The smell and taste of his semen was intoxicating. As I licked her I imagined what they had been doing.

I don't know if it was because I hadn't climaxed or tasting and smelling his seed or my overactive imagination but my limp penis spurted three or four streams of ejaculate.

I had achieved what I thought wasn't possible. A climax with a limp noodle and no physical stimulation.

It was so strong a climax I let out a long moan and my body went rigid.

I continued licking until Claire orgasmed.

She continued to lay on top of me afterwards.

"You came didn't you Cuck? I knew you had it in you."

"I did. I think tasting and smelling him triggered it."

She agreed but said now that I had experienced my first with a soft, caged penis they would become easier and easier to achieve.

"Do you feel satisfied Cuck?"

"I do Mistress. It was a really strong climax."

Part of me wished she would fall asleep, her pussy in my face, but after a few more minutes of laying on top of me she got off of me. She went to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later wearing a nightgown.

She and I cuddled for a few minutes. She initiated a French kiss. Afterwards she said she liked comparing how we kissed. She was too tired to talk about her evening, but said she had a really good time with him.

She wanted me to spoon her. She fell asleep really quickly.

I lay there enjoying the feel of my cum against my caged penis as it reminded me of my climax.

I wondered if the future Mistress had in store for me involved me never touching my penis. I found the idea arousing. As for why she wanted this it could be part of her own fantasy or to assure Lee I was not competition, that my role in the house wasn't as its head but as unpaid domestic help.

I pictured myself tagging along with them, my job to tend to the kids so she and Lee could focus on each other. At home I would also maintain the house, both inside and outside freeing up their evenings and weekends.

I just hoped she continued to reward me with physical intimacy. I loved having my face between her thighs. I was addicted to her sex its taste, smell, texture even more so after Lee had fucked her and deposited one copious load after another in it.

I rubbed her lower abdomen hoping she was pregnant with his baby.