My Husband Released the Slut Ch. 05

My Husband Released the Slut - Ch. 5

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This story contains: Cuckolding

Lisa meets Mary's friends at the Jersey Shore.

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The rest of the week was so much fun. At least it was for me. Tim had to go to work each day with his penis in its prison.

"I have to sit on the toilet to pee. I stood at the urinal, and pee was going everywhere. Thank God no one was in the restroom to watch the mess I was making."

"Just be glad you didn't pee on yourself." I offered with a smile. "Did you read the article I sent you, Caring for life in a cage? There were a lot of helpful tips." My husband didn't find me funny.

"Tim, you just say the word, and I will let your little penis free, and we can forget this whole Hotwife / Cuckold desire of yours."

"It might be my desire to see you with other man or at least hear about it since you are against letting me watch, but you're the one with the desire to control my orgasm."

I smiled, "You opened the door and released the playful slut in me. Now get those boxers off so I can play with your little caged penis."

I was pleasuring my husband daily like every man wishes his wife would. I was kissing and licking up and down my husband's body.

I was letting my tits gently glide over his chest. I was sliding his imprisoned penis between my tits.

I was playing with his balls. I licked and sucked them. I was giving my husband blowjobs each morning and again at night. Well, I gave his caged penis a blowjob. I licked his steel penis cage. His little penis was so hard. His skin was pushing through the spaces throughout his cage.

Both Mary and Sharon had warned me about overstimulating Tim.

"Tease him to the point of orgasm and deny him." Mary texted me in our group chat.

While Sharon, who I was slowly learning took her job as a Soft Dom very seriously, suggested I use a mini vibrator on my husband's balls and between his balls and ass to stimulate him.

"But not too much. Just enough for your husband to beg for freedom. If he wants to cum make him beg. But always deny him his pleasure. Your pet only cums when you allow him.

Probe his ass a little too. Get him used to a few fingers sliding in and out of his ass. He'll find he enjoys a little prostate massage and will want more. And you give him more. Eventually, he will be ready to except an eight-inch strap-on."

She was so intense. Mary just responded with "LOL."

"And don't forget to send me pictures. A video would be nice too." Sharon added.

I had Tim going down on me. No reason I should have to suffer. "You better make sure to please me, or I might not let your little penis out of its cage."

I would rub Tim's cage along my clit and then fuck myself with his cage. Never letting it get to be too much for Tim. Who knew I could have an orgasm from something so small. I guess it's true that size doesn't matter.

Size may not matter and a small dick can bring me to orgasm, but I still wanted to feel a big cock stretch my pussy. I found a few big cocks when I was in college and I wanted it again. But I knew this was only our bedroom fun.

Outside of the bedroom, I was a wife and working mother. I always had dinner waiting for Tim when he got home from work. We spent time with our daughters as a family just like any normal married couple would.

Well, most times the teasing and embarrassment was contained to the bedroom.

"Lisa, we're not going with you looking like that...

I cut him off. "You liked it when I dressed like this. You like showing me off. Don't you?"

"These are my friends. I work with these people. We're not going to some bar out of town where no one knows us. And the key! You can't wear that key around your neck."

"Why, Tim? You want to be my cuckold husband, don't you? It's not uncommon for a cucks little penis to be locked in a cage. You shouldn't be embarrassed." I was having so much fun at Tim's expense. But it's only a game. It's a game that increases both mine and Tom's sexual arousal.

I was enjoying the game, and Tim seemed to be enjoying the game too. I mean. Parts of it.

Well... I was enjoying the game, and that's all that mattered. But, I had no interest in embarrassing Tim in front of people he works with.

"Tim, will you help me with this?" I let him unclasp my necklace. I placed the key into my purse. "Happy now, Tim."

Tim looked relieved. "Thank you.

Um, do you think maybe you could remove the cock cage for the night?" Tim looked so hopeful.

I smiled, "Not a chance."

It was a fun evening out with Tim's work friends and wives. I especially liked his single friend Larry. He is someone I would have enjoyed having sex with. But he's Tim's friend and off limits. For now, anyway.

We returned home, and Tim paid the sitter, our 15-year-old neighbor. I checked on our two daughters. The girls were in bed and sound asleep.

"So, that wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, was it? No one knew your little penis was locked in a cage." Tim just rolled his eyes.

"Did you enjoy watching your friends looking at my ass and my tits? I know I did.

Did it turn you on knowing your friends wanted to fuck me? Larry for sure wanted to fuck me. He was undressing me with his eyes.

Did it turn you on, Tim? Tell me."

"Yes."

"Yes, what, Tim? Tell me."

"Yes, it turned me on knowing that everyone in that bar wanted to fuck you."

"And it turned me on too. If your little penis weren't locked in its cage, you would be fucking me tonight. But you agreed to the rules. You'll have to wait until Sunday.

Now let's go to bed so you can lick my pussy like a good caged cuck should."

Thursday evening, after the girls were bathed and in bed, I told Tim we needed to talk. Of course he looked concerned.

"Tim, are you sure you are good with this? You're sure this is what you want?" I had been texting with Mary for weeks. She had a few guys lined up for me to choice from. Tere was the dominant alpha male, successful businessman, Biker type guy. They all had one thing in common. They each had a big cock.

"Lisa, this isn't about finding a man to replace your husband. This is about enjoying yourself, teasing your husband and enjoying a fulfilling sex life.

If you decide you want more. If you decide you want to be more dominant. You can start with Sharon showing you how to take control before I take over."

I was a little scared after reading that text from Mary. Of course, it was our group text, and Sharon had to join in.

"Please. Please. Please. Let me have your husband for just one weekend."

Soft Dom or not, I don't think I would ever leave Tim alone with Sharon.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Tim looked a little nervous.

"Tim, I need you to tell me that this is what you want."

Tim took his time before responding. "Yes, this is what I want."

As much as this is what Tim thinks he wants, from what I have read, the cuck doesn't always know what he is getting himself into. Some cucks wish they had kept their fantasies to themselves.

Friday afternoon finally arrived. My mom pick up the girls from the school bus and would have them for the weekend. I knew or expected Tim would be a wreck. An emotional wreck.

The unknown outcome: Is this man better in bed? Will my wife be the same when she returns? Will she want to have sex with me ever again? Will she leave me for another man?

All the stupid thoughts that go through a husband's head. A cuckold husband's head.

I did a lot of research. I wanted to understand why my husband wanted this. Each man has his own reasons that drive his fantasy.

I told Tim I had sex with a man and women when I was in Vegas. I did it to see if I could go through with it; could I be married and have sex with other people?

But this. This is my husband giving me away. He is encouraging me to find a better man or woman.

Tim might think he will be fine. But I think he is going to be fine and I hope he's right.

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It was two O'clock Friday afternoon when I arrived at Mary's house. Her house was amazing. I had never been to this part of the Jersey Shore, but I knew of it.

I was in my 20s when Hurricane Sandy hit. Vacation homes and rental properties were destroyed. Some homeowners rebuilt while others sold their property to developers.

Mary's house, along with her neighbors,' was in an area where developers bought up multiple homes. Where small beachfront homes and summer rentals once stood, mini mansions now stand.

Mary's property looked like it may have once been three or four properties. High bushes bordered her yard. Her lawn was green grass, not sand. The plantings were colorful and vibrant. She even had palm trees on her front lawn.

Mary's husband came from old money, I would learn. That's what it's called. His family's wealth dates back to the 30s.

Mary greeted me with a hug and kiss. That kiss included tongue. She introduced me to two of her friends out by the pool where we sat drinking wine, sampling cheese, meats, and whatever else was on the delicious charcuterie board Mary had put out for us.

Each of Mary's friends had a story to tell. I was learning more from them about Hotwifing, Cuckolding, and Female-Dominant relationships than I could from reading any articles or watching porn.

They asked me how far I wanted to take my control over my husband. I had never thought of pegging my husband, but now I was second-guessing myself.

"My husband will be coming by a little later," Mary's friend Kelly shared. "I told my husband he has to pick up my Bull and bring him here to me. My husband hates my Bull. My Bull is so demanding. He does and says what he wants."

Kelly smiled, "I'm a little more dominant toward my husband than Julie with her husband." Julie was another of Mary's friends that I had met.

"Kelly, why don't you tell Lisa your story?" Mary asked. "Tell Lisa how your husband became a cuck."

Kelly went on to tell me her story.

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"I was nervous that night. I told my husband I wanted to go on a date with another man. I gave my husband all the bullshit lines. I told my husband it would strengthen our marriage. I told him I would love him more than I already did if he gave me this one night.

"I will give you whatever you want in return." I told him.

He said no.

I didn't give up. I did the whole porn thing and read erotic stories to try and turn him on to the idea of sharing me. "What about a threesome?" I asked.

"You, me, and another woman?" Of course he would ask that.

"Maybe. But let's start with another man first." I responded.

He said no again. But I kept on pushing him. I wanted this. There was a man I wanted to be with. A man who loved to flirt with me. He was good-looking and had a reputation. He was a lady's man.

"When he fucks you, you will want to come back for more." One of my friends had told me.

But I didn't want to go behind my husband's back. I hadn't cheated and I didn't want to. There was flirting and texting. I wouldn't have passed a good wife test, that's for sure. But I hadn't cheated.

His name was Derick. He told me after one night with him, I would forget my husband ever existed. He told me I would come to him begging to be fucked again. Begging for more of his big cock.

I was pushing my luck. Derick was in our circle of friends. I was openly flirting with Derick in front of my husband. I wasn't hiding my feelings for Derick.

"Are you trying to embarrass me in front of our friends?" My husband was upset. But I was driven by desire. I wanted this.

"If you give me one night. A one-night hall pass...

He cut me off and said no.

You would think my husband would have had enough. A normal husband might threaten divorce. My husband did not. So, I kept pushing forward.

It was a New Year's Eve party when I finally got what I wanted. I gave myself to Derick, and it was incredible.

The party was at our home. There were 20 or so guests at our house. Of course, Derick was one of them. The alcohol was flowing, and there was a little happy weed too. It was laced with something special.

Let's just say it was a good thing Uber drivers were working that night or early morning.

Derick and my close friend Laura stuck around. "Kelly, this is your chance. Look at Carl (Carl is my husband). He's a mess."

Carl had a great year. He was in an extra happy mood after receiving a huge Christmas Bonus.

"Kelly, I'll take care of Carl and keep him happy. You go off with Derick."

Was this something I wanted? Did I want my husband to fuck my best friend?

"Fuck it. Let's do it." I told Laura.

We smoked a little more. Laura and I were both coming on to Carl. We were both kissing him and undressing him. Laura took over while I took Derick by the hand and led him to my bedroom.

At some point during the early morning hour, while Derick was fucking into umpteenth orgasms, I opened my eyes to see my husband standing by the side of the bed.

He was naked and still high. (Laura would tell me later that they smoked another joint, and my husband passed out while she was sucking his dick). Laura just curled up next to him and fell asleep.

Well, my husband must have woken up and made his way to our bedroom. He was standing there watching me getting fucked by a big black cock.

I was still a little high myself as I told my husband how good Derick's cock felt in me.

"Baby, it feels so good. It's so much bigger than your dick. Watch Derick stretch my married white pussy with his big black cock."

I don't know why I said that. I mean, it was true. I guessed I could always explain it away and blame it on the alcohol and pot.

So, I continued. "His cock is so big. He's stretching my pussy. I need a big cock like this more often."

I pushed further. "Do you like to watch your wife get fucked. Does it turn you on?"

Then I told my husband to jerk off for me. And he did. My husband was jerking off while Derick was fucking me.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me." My husband came, and his dick was hard again. I knew our life would never be the same after that night.

Derick filled me with his cum, and I told my husband it was his turn to fuck me.

And that was how it started.

Sometimes I let my husband join while another man is fucking me. But most times he just likes to watch and wait his turn."

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I had questions for Kelly. Somewhere along the way, Kelly now had a Bull that her husband hates. Her husband was picking up her Bull and bringing him to Mary's house. I needed more.

"You said your husband was picking up your Bull. And your husband hates him."

Kelly took a sip of wine and continued. "I was only with Derick that one night. My husband, to his surprise, was turned on watching Derick fuck my that night. We agreed that if it were to continue, it couldn't be with men we both knew.

If anyone started asking questions about that night, we agreed to blame it on the alcohol and laced pot.

The next time I had sex with another guy was on vacation in Cancun. It was an All-Inclusive adults-only resort.

At the airport upon arrival, I gave my husband one last chance to say no. "Carl, once we check in, you understand that I will be a slut for any man to fuck? This is your last chance to tell me no. Tell me this is not what you want."

It was a night of a little too much alcohol. I wore a little sexy, form-fitting dress. It was low-cut and eye-catching.

My husband and I were dancing. I was teasing him. "You're getting turned on knowing that every guy in this bar wants to fuck me, aren't you?" I whispered in my husband's ear as I stroked his crotch.

We went to the bar for a drink, and a few guys approached us. Well, approached me. They took over the bar space around me and pretty much pushed my husband aside.

I loved the attention. But I did look to my husband to make sure he was okay.

"Shots," one of the guys yelled, and the bartender came over.

"What can I make you?" he asked.

"Whatever, just keep em coming."

"How many?" The bartender asked. It was four guys and me.

"Five," The guy with the big mouth said.

I replied, "Six. Make sure my husband drinks with us." I looked at the guy with the big mouth. "Yes, my husband. Be nice, and maybe he'll let you fuck me."

As the night went on, the other three guys found women that were interested in a good time. Now it was just Loudmouth, Greg, and my husband.

Greg and I danced and drank. My husband stopped drinking. He just watched.

"Greg, I need to dance with my husband," I slurred. "I need to make sure he is okay."

I danced with my husband and whispered in his ear. "Greg is going to fuck me tonight. I want you to watch. I want you to watch and jerk off for."

I walked back to Greg. I took his hand, and we headed for my hotel room. My husband followed behind.

Greg took charge once we were in my room. "Get on your knees and suck my dick," he ordered.

I was on my knees. I helped Greg out of his shoes, socks, pants, and undies. I was stroking his dick as it grew into a cock. I took his cock into my mouth, and it wasn't long before his hand was on the back of my head. He was shoving his cock down my throat as I gagged.

Greg pulled me to my feet when he had had enough of my mouth. "You," he said to my husband. Help your wife out of her dress and get her ready for my cock.

My husband helped me with my dress. I looked at my husband and told him how much I loved him. I lay on the bed with my legs spread open for my husband.

Greg watched. He took off his shirt. He was a big, broad-shouldered man.

"Lick your wife's pussy and get her nice and wet for me," Greg ordered. My husband paused. "Now," Greg yelled.

My husband was between my legs. He didn't take long to bring me to orgasm. My husband knows how to turn me on.

"Turn over." Greg was so... just so in control.

I turned over and assumed the position. Greg slid his cock into my pussy. I must say he was gentle as he slowly let me get used to his size. Once he felt I was ready, he began pounded away on my poor pussy, but I enjoyed every minute of it. Well, every hour of it.

"You."

"His name is Carl," I said.

"What?"

"My husband's name is Carl."

"Carl, can you get us a few bottles of water?" Greg was actually being nice to Carl.

By the time Carl returned with water, Greg had already drained his balls into my pussy, and I was sucking his dick to get him hard for round two.

We took a water break, and I told Carl to get undressed. "I want to watch you jerk off, Carl. I want this to be for both of us."

"That's it Carl. Jerk that little dick for your wife. You might as well enjoy yourself too."

Greg fucked me while Carl was jerking off. Greg wanted my mouth again. My head was hanging off the edge of the bed as he fucked my mouth.

"Damn, your wife can suck dick, Carl."

Greg drained his balls into my mouth. That was all Greg had left in him.

"Carl, I'm going to sleep here tonight." Greg said. "Why don't you take the other room?"

I waited to see how Carl would respond. He just looked confused. "It's okay Carl. We'll talk tomorrow." Carl slept in the other room.

I woke up around nine; I think. Greg walked out of the shower. He stood in front of me while drying off. His dick, just hanging there, was bigger than Carl's hard.

Greg smiled at me. He looked down at his cock. I knew what he wanted. I took his cock into my mouth. There was so much cum. I couldn't hold it all in my mouth.

"I'll see you later. Tell Carl I'm going to fuck you again today." And Greg left.

I was a mess. I needed a shower. But I needed to see Carl. Things got out of control that night. And Greg wanted to fuck me again. I wanted Greg to fuck me again. I also knew Greg was going to fuck me again whether Carl was okay with it or not.

I went in to see Carl. Dried cum and all. I kissed Carl, Greg's cum was still in my mouth. I'm sure my husband would taste it.

I slid down and took Carl's dick into my mouth. I let Carl grab my head and fuck my mouth as he came down my throat.

I reached for Carl's hand. "Come take a shower with me." Carl fucked me in the shower.

We went to breakfast and then the beach. Not a word about that night was spoken. It was a few hours later when Greg found me. His friends were with him. They had a few girls with them too.

"Guys, this is Kelly." Greg stuck his hand out to me and helped me to my feet. He looked at Carl. "You can have her back for dinner, when I'm done."

I looked at Carl. "Carl. Can I?"

"What he says doesn't matter." Greg was right. Greg fucked me that afternoon and again that night. I kissed Carl and told him he had to sleep in the other room. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow morning. I promise."

Greg continued to fuck me over the last three days of his vacation before he had to leave for his flight home.

The rest of mine and Carl's vacation I was all his.

"Carl, I needed a dominant man. A dominate man that can take charge of me and of you. And don't tell me you weren't turned on by being dominated.

Mary helped me find the right Bull. His name is Todd."

"He's a professional," Mary added.

"My husband hates him." Kelly continued. "When Todd spends the night, my husband has to sleep in the guest bedroom.

Todd doesn't hold back either. Todd told Carl he looks like he would be a good cock sucker.

He waited for Carl to say something before telling Carl that he was only kidding. "Carl, you might want to suck my dick... but you can't. Now go to your room so I can fuck Kelly."

As much as Carl hates Todd, he can't hide how hard his dick gets as he is being humiliated.

Once Todd leaves, I am Carl's loving wife."

Julie was next to tell me her story.

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"My husband, Jeff, loves it when I have sex with other men. We have rules. Jeff calls them the Hotwife Rules. I've broken most of them.

This was all my husband's fantasy. He wanted me to have sex with other men and tell him about my sexual experiences. Jeff doesn't like to watch, and he has no interest in licking me clean when I return home from being fucked by another man or men.

I sometimes think it might be hot to see Jeff between my legs licking my pussy or sucking another man's cock to get him hard before he fucks me. But I would never ask that of my husband.

Jeff might not lick me clean, but he does fuck my cum filled pussy. It's some caveman thing, I read once. The strongest must survive and carry on the family.

Supposedly, back in caveman time, the man would fuck a cavewoman who might or might not already belong to another caveman.

The caveman wants his family tree to continue. It doesn't matter who the cavewoman is or if she is someone else's cavewoman already. Only the alpha caveman family will survive.

From what I read, the penis head is shaped the way it is so that it could scope out another caveman's seed and replace it with his own.

So, I'm thinking my husband is doing the same thing. Anyway, my husband is an emotional mess every time I am with another man.

When I tell Jeff I plan on getting fucked, he looks different. I can't explain it. Anger. Jealousy. Maybe rage.

"Do you want me to tell you about the man that fucked me tonight?

His cock was so much bigger than your pathetic penis." My husband turns into an animal as I verbally abuse him and I love it. The sex with my husband is incredible as he reclaims me.

But sometimes, I tell Jeff he can't reclaim me. I jerk him off, suck his dick, and deny him his orgasm. I usually do this when I'm sore or exhausted after being fucked by a big cock, or maybe it's just too much after a threesome.

I love to tease my husband. "Jeff, if you want to make sure I don't get pregnant and have someone else's baby, you're going to have to lick his cum out of my pussy tonight."

The look on my husband's face is priceless.

As I said, it's a turn on for me. But I would never ask it of my husband.

"Make it quick, Jeff. My pussy is sore."

My cuckold research led me to chastity play. I randomly lock Jeff's dick in a cage for a few days. I tell him I was fucked bareback and he has to just wait and see if I'm become pregnant.

I locked Jeff's dick in a plastic cock cage so it wouldn't get detected by the metal detector at the airport once.

I was flirting with guys at the hotel bar and on the beach. Cuckolding is all about mind games, Lisa.

"Jeff, see that guy right there. I'm leaving with him and he is going to fuck me."

That's what I told Jeff as I walked away. He was only a hotel employee that was coming to get me for my message.

I did have sex with other men that vacation. When I would return, Jeff would beg me to take a shower.

For ten-days other men were fucking me, and I wouldn't let Jeff reclaim me. It drove him crazy. Sex was incredible when I finally let Jeff's dick free.

Our life was good. I was having sex with other men, while my husband was fighting the demons inside his head.

But one day, we got into an argument that just snowballed out of control......

"What do you mean you had sex with Brad?" my husband asked.

"No, Jeff. Not sex. Brad fucked me. Brad stretched my pussy with his big cock. We've been meeting up in the office, I suck his cock, and he bends me over the desk and fucks me hard.

Now let's go to bed, and I'll tell you more while you try and reclaim me.

I thought Jeff would be turned on and want to reclaim me after hearing that Brad fucked me. Jeff, Brad, and I work for the same company.

I broke one of Jeff's rules. But I thought it would turn Jeff into a sex crazed maniac.

I stepped close to Jeff and started stroking his crotch. I was expecting to find a rock-hard cock.

"Stop!" was what Jeff said instead.

"You know I hate that arrogant prick."

"That arrogant prick, as you call him, also has a big prick between his legs, and I enjoyed him pounding my pussy with it. It was so long and fat, I couldn't take the whole thing into my mouth."

Which wasn't true. Talking like that usually turns Jeff on. I don't pretend to understand why. But Jeff gets turned on by being verbally abused and humiliated. But only when I'm the one doing it.

"How many times? How long have you two been fucking?"

"Ever since we started going on sales and client meetings together. We fuck in the offices. We try to get adjoining rooms or at least across from each other when we travel."

"Three months? You've been fucking that prick for three months?"

"Yes."

"Why. Why, Brad."

"For this reason, Jeff. It fucks with your head. This is your kink, not mine. I'm just giving you what you asked for."

"I may have asked for it, but sometimes I think you enjoying it more than me."

"Why are you so mad?" I asked.

"You know how much I hate Brad. Why would you embarrass me like that?"

"He won't say anything. I told him one word, and I go to HR and file a sexual harassment claim against him." Jeff just shook his head.

"Jeff, is it because he got promoted to the position you wanted?"

I knew that was the reason and that's why I was having sex with Brad. I thought it would release the ultimate caveman in Jeff. To learn I was fucking a guy that was better then him. A man that was hired for a position that Jeff wanted. But I was wrong.

Jeff was pissed, "He didn't deserve that position. He's a fucking idiot. He knows nothing."

"Brad is a nice guy, Jeff and that idiot, as you call him. Also, knows how to fuck."

"It's in the rules, Julie. No one we know!"

Brad wasn't the only guy I had sex with that we both knew. The others just think I'm a cheating slut, just like I told Brad I was.

Jeff and his rules. He released the slut in me but tries to bind me by his rules. The rule is, I can't fuck anyone we know or might one day know better. Like people we meet at a friend's party or a charity event.

I tease Jeff and tell him which of his friends have fucked me. It drives him crazy. I tell min I am only kidding. But it's a lie. I'm a slut. I have fucked a few men that we both know.

Anyway, it was cold around the Perry household for a while. That's us- Jeff and Julie Perry. But we eventually got past it. I told Jeff I had stopped having sex when Brad. Which was a lie that would come back to haunt me.

Brad was no bigger than Jeff, but his oral was fantastic, and his stamina and recovery time were too much to pass up.

One day in the office, the shit hit the fan. Jeff had had enough. Jeff and Brad were arguing.

I'm not going to lie; Brad knew how to play the game. He could make a sale, but he didn't know half of what he was talking about. When it came to the IT service and enhancements we offered, Brad would make things up.

Brad and I would be in a client meeting, and suddenly, I had to be the technology genius. That was supposed to be Brad's job. He convinced the company's CFO that he knew the product and tech side in and out.

He didn't. But I wasn't going to say anything since I was enjoying sex with Brad.

We were making tons of sales. Brad would bullshit, and I would back him up. If we got into a bind, I would text or call Jeff for an answer to client questions. Sometimes, I'd get Jeff on a call and let him talk geek to the client.

The original plan was for Jeff to have two roles, head of IT support and we would attend client sales calls together. I would drive the relationship and sales, and Jeff would be my technical support.

Jeff and I also thought it would be fun if I had sex with other men and Jeff could reclaim me when we traveled together. That plan went out the window when Brad got promoted to the position instead of Jeff.

Anyway, back to the shit hitting the fan.

"You don't know a thing. You promise shit, and my team is expected to deliver. Most of the shit you agree to is not anything we offer our clients.

I have to work late nights writing code to cover your ass and keep our clients happy." I had never seen my husband this angry.

"You're just pissed off because you know I'm fucking your wife. You're a little cuckold bitch."

Everyone heard what Brad said. Jeff just turned and walked away. I followed. Jeff shut his office door in my face and locked it.

He came home that night drunk off his ass and took the rest of the week off. Needless to say, it was cold in the Perry house again, and Jeff was sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms.

"Julie, can you come down to my office at 10:00 today?" was the voicemail message from HR waiting for me Monday morning. Brad and Jeff received the same message. One by one, we were directed to the HR conference room. The room you didn't want to enter unless it was someone's birthday, and cake would be waiting for us.

MaryBeth Slinger, the director of HR, Jonathan Blacker, the company CFO, and two others- legal counsel guys were already seated at the table.

"What the fuck is wrong with the three of you?" Jonathan was not happy. "I can't have this going on in front of the staff. We have protocols in place."

I didn't know where he was going with protocols. The protocol was if you are dating within the company, HR is to be notified. Dating was permitted, but depending on their positions within the company, positions might have to be reshuffled.

The policy didn't say anything about going to HR for approval to fuck an employee behind your husband's back.

"Why? Why? Why?" I thought that little vein along Jonathan's temple was going to burst. "This is a personal matter. I don't want the staff the hear about you kinky sex lives. Work it out on your own time. Do I make myself clear?"

This was like a slap on the wrist. I was thinking it could have been much worse.

"That's it. Don't discuss this in the office?" I knew Jeff would have something to add. "No disciplinary action? Brad should be fired."

"Well, I'm certainly not going to fire any of you," Jonathan said. "You three are my best employees."

"May I, Johnathan?" One of the legal counsel took over. "We treat our employees like family. This is new for the company."

I didn't know if he meant new like cheating or new to have a cuckold husband in the office.

Legal guy continued, "To our knowledge, this sort of thing has never happened before. It is bad for morale. However, we have decided against disciplinary action. We hope you are adult enough to keep your personal lives out of the office."

That sounded good to me. But not Jeff. Jeff stood and walked out of the conference room.

"Jeff. Jeff. We are not done." Johnathan said as Jeff walked out of the meeting. Jeff walked to his office, took a box, packed up his stuff, and walked out of the building.

Brad and I stayed for the rest of the meeting, which included a letter saying that we would not speak of this again or file any form of sexual harassment suit against one another. Of course, a little bonus was an incentive to keep quiet.

That afternoon, I took that check to the bank and deposited it. I wanted that money in my account before Jeff did what I was sure he would. Our company has a severe policy concerning fraternization. Two people dating was one thing. But sex on the company dollar was another.

I basically handed Jeff a lawsuit. Fucking Brad while away on business. Sucking Brad's dick and fucking in one of our offices on company time was a big no-no.

I had no idea where Jeff was staying, but it wasn't at our house. He wasn't answering my calls or texts, and he must have turned off or removed the Find My Friend app from his phone.

Two weeks later, I went in to work, and a message from HR was waiting for me.

"Julie, can you come down to my office at 10:00 today?"

The same group of people was waiting for me again.

"What the fuck is wrong with your husband? He is suing the company. He says you and Brad were fucking in the office and while traveling on business."

Again, I thought for sure that little vein along Jonathan's temple was going to burst.

"You have to talk to him. You have to stop this lawsuit."

"Jonathan, I have no idea where my husband is. I'm expecting divorce papers to come my way. So, I can really care less about him suing you."

"I should just fire you." That little vein along Jonathan's temple was at it again.

Jeff's proposal was straightforward. Johnathan looks at our company as a family. He brags to clients that we are suck a close company. Johnathan hosts employee, family and client holiday parties.

If Jonathan didn't want Jeff to go public let our clients know what was really going on, Jonathan had to release Jeff from his noncompete and honor his severance package. Jeff's severance package would be two years' salary, bonus, and health insurance coverage for one year.

Jonathan agreed to Jeff's terms. Brad and I kept our jobs. But we were teamed with a guy in the tech department who would go on calls with either Brad or I. Brad and I no longer travelled together.

I was calling and texting Jeff every day. He just ignored me. His family wouldn't tell me where he was either.

"He'll call you when he's ready," Jeff's mom would say.

Every day, I feared there would be a knock at my door, 'You've been served.' But it never happened.

It didn't take long for Jeff to get his revenge on Brad. Jeff started his own IT business. Jeff hired a few of our IT employees and stole a few of our largest clients. Jeff's IT company was providing trouble shooting, maintenance and consulting for our product.

Our product is a market analyzer. Without the trouble shooting, maintenance and consulting service, our fees were reduced significantly.

It was also Brad's client. Brad was pissed when he learned his bonus would be reduced after losing his biggest client.

Jonathan was pissed and let me know how pissed he was every single day. "That consulting fee is a big part of the company's stream of revenue. Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah.

It was six months before I sat down and had a real conversation with Jeff and our future.

I came home one Friday evening. Jeff was waiting for me. Of course, I wrapped my arms around him, said I was sorry, told him how much I loved him and missed him.

"Can we just be a normal couple? No more Hotwife and sex with other guys?" Jeff asked.

I said no. "Jeff, no. I can't go back to a vanilla life. You changed that once you told me your fantasy."

"I had a feeling you would say that." Jeff dropped his shorts, and he had his dick in a brand-new cock cage.

Jeff handed me his new Hotwife Rules. I read them and made a few edits. We came to terms we could both live with. But I knew I would still be breaking a few of them. It was a mutual friends that I had been flirting with and planned on taking things further.

To seal the deal, Jeff handed me the key to his new cock cage. "I want both keys." Jeff reluctantly handed me the other Key."

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We sat around the pool the rest of the afternoon. I was enjoying our conversation when out of the blue Kell said, "I plan of pegging Carl,"

"It's an incredible feeling of control and empowerment." Mary added.

"Do you peg Chris," Kelly asked. "Not that you would tell us anyway."

Mary just smiled. "I've pegged a lot of men."

"I don't know if I could do it to Jeff," Julie added.

The theme was how far you could push your husband. We had lengthy conversations pegging, orgasm withholding, and cock cages.

"I just bought Carl a stainless-steel Gates of Hell cock cage. Sharon recommended it to me. It comes with a ten-inch urethral insert."

I winced when I heard that. The girls just laughed at me.

"I'm with you," Julie said. "I use the cage, but no urethral insert or pegging."

"Whatever," Kelly looked at Mary, "Once the urethral tube is in place, it is locked into place. Since it's hollow, Carl's cum will dribble out of the little hole, if I let him cum, that is.

Carl hasn't seen it yet. I spoke about it with Todd and Todd said he wanted to give it to Carl as a present."

"Speaking of Sharon," I asked.

Mary smiled, "She's working, but we will see her tonight."

Mary took the conversation back to me. "What about pegging? Would you peg Tim?"

"Well..."

"Oh, tell us." They all wanted details.

"Tim wants to fuck my ass, and I keep telling him NO! But I might offer my ass if I can peg him."

"A little barter seems fair." Julie added. "It wouldn't work for me. Jeff is already fucking my ass."

"Not Carl. I tell Carl only my other partners can fuck my ass. I'm also thinking of withholding my pussy to once a month."

"Never. Never would I do that to Tim. But to lock him in his cage and tease him might be fun."

The girls laughed.

"How about Chinese for dinner?" Mary asked and Julie called her husband and asked him to pick up the food for us.

Jeff was a good-looking guy, but very shy and nervous. He hung around for a while before Julie sent him home.

Julie whispered something in her husband's ear. They kissed and Jeff left.

Kelly's husband showed up with her Bull, Todd.

The way Kelly had spoken about him, I was surprised when Kelly when to her husband first. They kissed and talked before she went to Todd, who Mary, Julie, and I were talking to.

Once Kelly came by us, especially Todd, Kelly pretty much ignored her husband.

"Carl, Mary has Chivas Regal in her liquor cabinet. Get me a drink. Over ice, you know how I like it." Todd ordered.

I felt bad for Carl. I didn't think I could ever treat Tim like that.

"And Carl. Before you go, show everyone the gift I bought you."

Carl opened up the bag that he had been holding. It was the cock cage Kelly had told us about.

"Why don't you put that on when you go to get my drink?" Kelly and Todd laughed.

Kelly looked at me. "Carl's dick is probably hard as a rock right now. Being embarrassed in front of us and told to go lock his dick in a cage would be such a turn on for my little cuck. Carl is so submissive. I just love the control Todd and I have over him.

He's probably going to need some help get his dick in that cage. I guess I'll have to go jerk him off." Kelly smiled. "Carl is such a good sport, and his dick is going to be locked in that cage for a while. I think he deserves a little release. Why don't you keep Todd company until I get back."

I wasn't sure of the protocol. But Todd was clearly hitting on me. He took my phone and traded numbers with me.

Kelly and Carl were gone for a bit. When they returned, Kelly had the Key to Carl's cock cage and, with a devilish smile she surprise to Carl by handing the key to Todd. I could tell by the look on Carl's face that he was not happy.

"I'm going to let Todd hold onto the key for a while." Kelly told Carl, "He promised he'll eventually give it back to us.

Now you go home. Todd and I will be home later. He said you could watch him fuck me tonight."

I found myself a little more comfortable talking with Julie, while Mary and Kelly was talking with Todd.

"I don't care what people say, there is something in a cuckold's head that's n. Soot right. It's like a brain defect. The riskier the better. The fear of losing me to someone more deserving. Someone bigger and better. The jealousy drives my husband crazy.

Like your husband, mine opened Pandora's box and released me. He released the evil slut in me, and I love him for it. But it's not easy for me or my husband. He needs a lot of aftercare. I tell him I will never leave him for another man. Sometimes he cries. Sometimes he drinks to much while he waits for me to come home.

I've told him I've had enough. "I promise. I'll try and do better while your with other man." He has said over and over.

My husband can't sleep while I'm with another man. I've hidden cheap Amazon Spy Cam around my house. I monitor Jeff on my phone. Jeff is not a big drinker. But he has a few when he knows I'm getting fucked by another man or men.

He's the worst when I'm away on an overnight sales call. I don't know how he does it. It's a brain defect, like I said.

Lisa, I hope your husband is different. Mine is a mess. But it turns him on and I enjoy being with other men."

Friday evening, after Kim left with Todd and Julie went off to meet her date, Mary and I talked a little more before getting ready to go to the Club.

"Did you enjoy listening to Kelly or more Julie," Mary asked.

It didn't take me long to respond, "Julie. Definitely Julie."

Mary just smiled. "Kelly truly loves Carl. Just like your husband, and Julie's husband, it turns him on. Carl hates that it turns him on so much," Mary laughed, "But that's all part of the what a cuck goes through. They get off on emotional pain and pleasure.

A cuck gets off on knowing that a better man is giving his wife what he can't. In Kelly and Carl's relationship, humiliation is part of it.

Julie is different. She occasionally locks Jeff's dick in a cage. She teases and plays with him. Julie might inflict some humiliation as she taunts him. But she doesn't do it in front of others.

And Jeff has no interest in watching. I do love Julie's carman analogy."

I laughed, "I plan on Googling to see if her Caveman theory is true. Especially the reason for the shape of a man's penis head."

"What about your husband, Mary? What is your relationship with Chris like?"

"Complicated."

"Are you going to share?" It was like pulling teeth from Mary.

Mary took a breath and let it out slowly. "I find myself sharing things with you that I don't with others." Mary paused. "Chris is a voyeur."

"So... he's not a cuck? Or...."

"Chris hid from me that he enjoys watching. Chris travels a good amount for work. He has places he visits. I never knew any of this. There are places where a man can watch. Women too, if that is what they are into.

My husband enjoys watching me having sex with other men. But he doesn't like that other men know he is into watching.

There are people that I associated with that my husband doesn't. Most know what I do. That I'm a Dominatrix. Some of the wives bring their husbands to me, rather than the Green Door.

If asked, I just say-my husband knows. I have a day job and a parttime job as a Dominatrix."

I was trying to take this all in. "But in Vegas. He was wearing a cock cage while you were away."

"Kelly, I found my calling as a Dominatrix and Mistress. I enjoy inflicting pain and pleasure on men and women." Mary paused again. "My husband is not permitted an orgasm unless I say he can.

When he went to those clubs. He would jerk off as he watched couples having sex in front of him. I still let him go to his clubs and watch. But he is not permitted to jerk off."

Mary gave me time to absorb what she had said. "Come with me."

I followed Mary to a bedroom at the end of the hall. There was a bed in the center.

"Look around. What do you see?"

I wasn't sure what I was looking for. "A big bed." It was bigger than a king.

She pointed to hook at the top of the bedpost. The bed frame there were more hooks.

Mary pulled from under the bed what looked like a metal shackle. Mary slid the metal shackle between the posts of the bed frame. She showed me that it stops at different heights.

"This is my playroom."

Mary than pointed at what looked like a fire detector and a few motion detectors.

"Come with me." I followed Mary to her bedroom.

Besides being huge and beautiful, there was a seating area with a 70-inch television hanging from the wall. Mary pushed a few buttons on a remote control and there we were. It was us in Mary's playroom.

"My husband likes to watch.

I told you about Trevor. Trevor fucks me in my playroom while my husband watches. I bring other men home and let my husband watch."

"What about the other things. The men you..." I paused looking for the right word. "Tortue."

Mary laughed. "Torture is a little harsh. I bring pain and pleasure to men and women."

"Does your husband watch when you bring pain and pleasure to others?"

"Sometimes. He's a voyeur. Pain and pleasure is a form of pleasure that leads to orgasm. Orgasm turns my husband on.

He enjoys watching as a withhold and man or women of their orgasm. But My husband has no interest in watching me whip men and women. He especially does not enjoy watch as I..." Mary paused, 'torture' a man's dick.

In Vegas, you watched Sharon. That was child's play. Sharon is soft. She has her own clients. I give her the ones that can't take the pain. The men that want light pain, and get off of orgasm play, I give to Sharon.

Sharon is good at what she does. You'll see her tonight. I know she has a few pets that she will be 'torturing' tonight.

If you think you can handle it, I'll invite you to the club one night when I am 'torturing' a pet."