A Cuckold is Made

The morning after always holds a lot of angst for those that crossed a line, or experienced a "first time". This morning was no different for me. I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. I started the coffee pot and waited for a cup to brew. The house was quiet. My wife was not awake yet. I had a few moments of inward reflection to cope with before she got up and made her way downstairs. Thinking of what she was going to say made everything a little worse.

I heard her feet hit the floor and her gentle footsteps across the floor to the bathroom. I heard some movements that were routine for our Sunday mornings. I watched the coffee pot, pretending what it was doing was new and exciting. I was definitely trying to distract myself. I heard the door close and her ring against the banister as she made her way down the stairs. She entered the kitchen with the glow of a bride on her honeymoon. Her gaze locked onto me as she grinned an evil grin and said, "Good Moaning Dear".  

The pun was intentional. Her smile direct. Her eyesight direct.  

"Morning." I said in a less than enthusiastic tone.  

She moved closer to me and gave me a hug. "Sore throat?" she asked in a condescending voice.  

I nodded.  

She chuckled, loudly. "The first time is the roughest. Time will be the only thing that helps." 

The coffee pot beeped.  

My wife pulled her phone out of her robe pocket, checked it quickly, then slipped it back into the pocket.  

She smiled even harder when she asked me, "Do you want creamer, or are you still full from last night Luv?" 

I grinned at her ribbing me as I pulled two cups from the cupboard. I set the cups down and waited for her to pour hers. While she poured, I got a spoon from the drawer and handed it to her before she could ask.  

She added sugar to her coffee and then closed the container, knowing that I also put sugar in my coffee. I looked at her as if to say, "What the hell?" 

She read that on my face and replied, "Oh, Sugar Britches, I just figured you would stick your finger in it from now on." 

She giggled at her joke as she stepped away and made her way to the table. I fixed my coffee and joined her at the table.  

I knew my wife very well and she had the restraint of a toddler on Christmas morning. She was so eagerly wanting to talk about last night. So bad it was controlling her.  

We sat in silence for almost a minute, her staring at me the entire time. She finally broke, and asked, "So??" 

I played innocent and replied, "So... what?" 

"OH NO.... You do not get to shrug this off. NOT EVER." She spoke to me with the authority of a district judge as she shook her finger at me and gave me a scornful look.  

"Spill it!!" she demanded.        

Two years ago, she took me to a corporate retreat. She had just gotten promoted and the partners in the firm wanted to celebrate her advancement and their record breaking quarter at the retreat. Several of the wives attended with the members of the firm. There were buffets, open bars, and lots of chatter at the social events, but I never really seemed to fit in with the others. I usually found myself at a table alone watching my wife talk with coworkers, laughing, joking, and drinking. My wife was adored by all that worked with her. She was a rising star and the one to watch, according to her mentor and the senior partner. As she made her way around the room talking shop, I sat in the corner and worked on a few doubles.  

I had been let go a few weeks before the trip. It still bothered me,  but I was determined to make the best of things for her, rather than make it about me. I was working on my third in an hour when the music started.  

My wife made her way over to me and she wanted to dance, but I could hardly stand.  

"Maybe later." I said.  

She glared at me, but she also understood. "Please switch to water... I am going to go get you something to eat." 

She disappeared into the crowd.  

I pushed the drink into the middle of the table and grabbed a bottle of water that was left over from dinner service. I drank the entire thing and then waited for my wife to come back. I grabbed another and had half of that down before I saw her in the distance. She was being pulled onto the dance floor by a gentleman that I had noticed watching her earlier. She didn't resist him. In fact, she had a smile on her face. They danced a waltz and then he kept her on the floor for a second number. The one after that was a slow dance and she managed to break away from him.  

She made her way to the opposite side of the dance floor and vanished into the darkness. About 10 minutes later, she appeared at the table.  

"Can you dance now?" she asked with a tone of anger in her voice.  

I nodded yes. We moved to the dance floor and we bumped into several people as she tried to hold me up. We left the floor before the number was over and instead of going back to the table, she led me out into the hallway.  

"What the hell?" she asked with her teeth clenched.  

I shrugged my shoulders. "I have had just a little too much. I'll be fine in a few minutes." 

"What the FUCK am I supposed to do until then?" she snapped back.  

"Drink water?" I joked with her.  

She glared at me. "I have been bragging about our dance lessons... and YOU are making us look like fools. I am part of the reason they booked this band, and if I am not in there dancing, I will look like an even bigger idiot. THANKS A LOT." 

With that, she stormed back into the ballroom.  

I took a walk up and down the hall to try and sober up a little bit. They were serving top shelf scotch and it was not going to wear off anytime soon.  

I stayed out for quite a few numbers. Once I got to feeling better, I made my way back in and joined the party. I was not fully prepared for what I saw.  

On the dance floor, I saw the stranger and my wife dancing to the Tango. They were on the floor all alone. Everyone was watching. EVERYONE.  They moved together very well, and my wife had a prideful expression on her face as she moved with him. It was magical to watch them on the floor and everyone enjoyed the display. I was a little embarrassed but only had myself to blame.  

When the number finished, the room applauded. I joined in. Then the band played a slow dance.  

I prepared my apology and waited for my wife to come off the dance floor.  

She didn't.  

She stayed on the floor with the stranger. He wrapped his arm around the small of her back and she pulled him in close as they swayed to the music. All I could do was stare at them as the crowd filled the dance floor. I lost them in the shuffle. I squinted to improve my vision but it didn't work. I stepped back from the edge of the floor and made my way to the bar to get her (and myself) some fresh waters. As the music ended, I turned to face the dance floor and filtered the faces and dresses as people walked past me. She wasn't there. I could not see her at all.  

I stood there like a prom date that was stood up and watched for her. I could not see her. I scanned the room, more than a few times. Nothing. I walked out into the hallway and looked down each corridor. Nothing. I lurked near the women's restroom for a little too long and she never went in or came out.  

I went back into the ballroom and walked around the perimeter of the tables. Nothing. Not even the stranger. I couldn't even find another woman that had the same color of dress on.  

I finally gave up and sat down at a table where I could watch the foot traffic at the door, the bar, and on the dance floor. I waited for almost an hour.  

I had her cell phone in my pocket, so she was not reachable.  

Then my imagination started getting the better of me. The "WHAT IFs" started working me over and I was beside myself with angst and excitement.  

One of the guys that I used to work with had an open marriage. He didn't advertise it, but he was not ashamed of it either. Most of his stories ended the same, "She gets what she wants, and I get left the hell alone to go play golf." 

I had mentioned it to my wife and she said nothing negative about it. She did not ask for any details (like she does with anything else).  

After this conversation, she would tease me about having a boyfriend, or jumping the waiter to settle the check. One time she needed some major repair work on her car and she joked about having a threesome with the two mechanics to settle the bill. All of that was tumbling through my mind like an avalanche on fast forward.  

I never considered her to be the type, but it was making more sense now.  

"What if she went through my browser history?" I thought to myself.  

I scanned the room again. The crowd had thinned out because it was getting late.  

I felt a vibration in my pocket. Her phone with an unsaved number. I answered it.  

"It's me," my wife said.  

I replied, "Thank God." 

"Where are you?" I asked eagerly.  

"I am walking back to the banquet room. Just needed some fresh air. We will be there shortly. Love You." she replied, ending the conversation and the call.  

A few minutes later, my wife and the stranger walked into the room and split apart. She instantly saw me at the table and gravitated towards me.  

I stood up, embraced her tightly and whispered in her ear, "I am sorry.. Never wanted to ruin anything for you." 

She hugged me tighter. "I am sorry I overreacted." 

We broke the embrace and moved to the dance floor. We danced a few numbers, then a slow dance. After the number ended, they played another. We started to dance to that one and the stranger asked if he could "cut in". I looked at my wife and she nodded yes. I graciously bowed out and moved back to the table. They talked more than danced, and my wife even laughed at one point. They broke apart and she returned to the table before the number ended.  

"I am tired. Do you want to go back to the room?" she asked.  

"Yes." I eagerly replied.  

"Could you get us a couple of night caps while I go say good night?" she asked.  

I nodded and made my way to the bar. I got her favorite and mine, then waited by the door. She gave a half-hearted embrace to a few people and made her way across the room. We walked arm in arm to the elevator and waited for the doors to open in silence. As the "ding" broke the silence, she made her way onto the lift and pushed our floor number. As the doors closed, she boldly stated, "When we get to the room, we need to talk." 

I swallowed hard and said, "Okay." 

I had a million thoughts racing through my head. All the stories and fantasies that I had read kept popping up. I couldn't stop them.  

I handed her my drink and fumbled with the key card. I opened it for her. As I made my way through the door, she set our drinks down and turned to face me. She has a very serious look on her face. I scanned the room. The bed had not been disturbed. My thoughts migrated from the perverted to the more serious types of infractions.  

"Before you say what is on your mind, I just want to say that I am truly sorry for drinking too much tonight. I was not there for you and it hurt you. I will make that up to you somehow." I sincerely stated.  

My wife smiled very broadly. Bigger and longer than I anticipated.  

"I am glad to hear you say that. I am glad you wanted to say that before I said anything more." she began.  

She cleared her throat.  

"Remember when your laptop stopped working a few months ago?" she opened.  

"Yes, I remember." I replied.  

"Remember coming home and me telling you that I fixed it?" she asked.  

I nodded, recognizing that the tone of her voice was leading to something bigger.  

"You never asked me HOW I fixed it," she said in an angered tone.  

I started to speak but she held up her finger to silence me.  

"Since you did not ask, I assume you did not want me to find your browser history and unfinished stories on that lap top." she said lowering her voice.  

I thought to myself, "OH SHIT." 

"Allow me to cut to the chase my love. I have been doing my own research on the majority of the topics you seem QUITE obsessed with, based on the numbers of entries, and the browser history you had on that machine." she said coldly.  

I said nothing. She HAD me and she knew it.  

"After this little discovery, I installed a counter on your laptop, so I would know just how important this topic is to you." she said even more coldly.  

She pulled out her phone and opened an app. "In the last 6 months, you have visited multiple sites pertaining to the Hot Wife lifestyle, Cuckolding, and Voyeurism more than 300 times." 

The room was silent. "You never took a day off." she chuckled.  

The room fell silent again. She glared at me.  

"I have researched this to the ends of the earth. I have read polls, scientific data, psychological studies, and even looked up the positive attributes to this fantasy of yours. It is impressive." she scolded.  

I tried to speak. She silenced me.  

"Take your clothes off," she demanded.  

I looked at her bewildered. "What?" 

"ALL of them. NOW," she demanded.  

Just listening to her say the words Hot Wife and Cuckolding got me excited.  

I got all the way down to my boxers and she just looked at me. I dropped my boxers and she locked eyes with my pecker, which was semi-erect.  

She pointed at the hotel chair, "Sit. Hands on the arm rests, legs apart, and your eyes on me." 

As soon as I was in position, she scooped up my neck tie and tied my wrist to the chair arm. Then she used the hotel robe belt to secure my other wrist. As soon as I was tied up, she pushed me closer to the foot of the bed, then she sat on the end of the bed, still fully clothed. She knew what she wanted to do, but she was still thinking about how to do it.  

"Look at me." she began. "So tonight while I was dancing, Clark got aroused. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me as we danced. I enjoyed it more than I should have. In fact, it made me wet." 

My cock twitched when she said it made her wet. That movement caught her attention,  even in the dim lighting.  

"When you came back into the ballroom and you could not find me, did you think about me having sex with Clark?" 

I nodded.  

She shook her head no. She leaned in and she told me in a very direct voice, "When we speak of this topic, you fucking answer me with words. Then I will know if you are telling the truth." 

"Yes, I thought about it." I answered.

"Did you think about it a little, some of the time, most of the time, or was it the only possibility you considered?" she fired back.  

"I thought of this scenario almost 90% of the time while I was searching for you." I replied.  

She smiled with satisfaction.   

"My phone was in your pocket, so not only could you NOT find me, you could not contact me either. Did this make you excited, worried, or a little of both?" she teased 

"I was more excited at the beginning. More worried in the middle, and then I was the most excited at the end when you and Clark returned together." I answered.  

"What did you think about? Be specific... You know I enjoy the honesty." She encouraged me to speak.  

"I assumed you went out for some fresh air. Made some small talk, maybe even complimented each other on dance skills. Maybe he got you some water. When the conversation died out, maybe he touched you, or there was an awkward moment that created an opening for him to make a pass at you." I started.  

"Go on..." she used a warmer tone.  

"In my mind, you resisted at first, but he pulled you in closer. You felt powerless in his arms. For a moment, you considered the 'what if' factors." 

"What if factors?" she asked.

"What if I do take this to the next level? What if I stop it right here?" I replied.

My wife nodded, "Okay... " 

I swallowed and continued, "Then he kisses you on the lips." 

When I said that part, my cock twitched again and got harder.  

She glanced at this and smiled.   

"You feel his hard muscles through his suit, and you feel his hard cock pressed against you. It makes you wet and you want to be mad, but you also want him." I continue, my voice shaking.  

"For someone that has never experienced this, you sure seem very sure of how this plays out." she said.  

I looked at her, "In all the stories I have read, the more believable ones are where the wife plays a little hard to get, and the man she has sex with is a little more aggressive than she is used to keeping company with, so in my mind, these events are the most likely to happen." 

"Fair enough Cuckie." she replied with a snarky tone.  

When she called me "Cuckie" my cock twitched again. She got up and walked behind the chair. She held her hand just above my cock and then she kissed me on the neck and then whispered in my ear, "You like being called CUCKIE?" 

My cock twitched and hit her hand.  

She whispered in my ear, "Oh MY... You DO like it."   

She moved to the opposite ear and asked, "What do you see us doing next my imaginative little cuckie?" 

I cleared my throat. My cock was erect. "He suggests that the two of you go someplace more private. He holds up his key card and you nod. You grope him in the elevator as the two of you ride towards the back of the crowd. You get into his room and before you can protest this going any further, he has you naked, on the bed, and his face is buried in your pussy. Your nipples are hard and you are moaning in pleasure. The sexual arousal and his unfamiliar touch is intoxicating to you. Your head is spinning and he works a finger inside of you. He strokes the back of your clit as he is licking the front. The orgasm hits you hard and you scream out in undeniable pleasure. You don't want him to know it's this good, but you cannot help yourself. You can feel the juices flow out of you and the sound it makes against his face is a little embarrassing, but it is ignored. To your surprise, he continues eating your pussy. You feel a bigger orgasm building. You hold his head in place and lift your hips up as the orgasm takes over, a gush of fluid rushes out of your body. He takes it all in stride." 

"JESUS." My wife says out loud.  

My cock is rock hard and throbbing. She ignores it.   

"Please tell me I am getting fucked in your little cuckie imagination," she begs.  

"He turns you over doggie style." I open up.

She approves with a gasp.

"His pants are still around his ankles as the head of his cock slips inside of your married pussy. You squeal with delight as the length of his shaft slides up the full distance. You gasp at how this new sensation makes you a different woman. You feel his balls press against your smooth pussy lips. He pauses, recognizing your gasps." 

I pause my story. My wife is staring at my cock. it is bouncing while I speak. She is memorized and in awe of both the words and the display before her.  

"Go on dammit." she nearly yells at me.  

"He grabs your hips and pulls you into him. Effortlessly." I restart the fantasy.  

My wife gulps.  

"He pulls out and pushes his way back in. He moves slowly and deliberately. He is teasing you while you build another orgasm. He feels your pussy tighten down on his cock as your orgasm makes every muscle in your body tighten before it releases. It's a new pleasure to you and your body wants more. He starts moving in and out of you faster, pounding your married pussy into oblivion.

You encourage him, saying, "Fuck me harder."

He moves faster than before, making you feel like you are in charge. His grip clamps down on your hips and plunges his cock into the bottom of your pussy, erupting inside of you. You feel his semen launch inside of you as his shaft expands and contracts. The explosive force tickles parts of you that have been untouched. He grunts loudly, like an animal in the wild that does not have to breed in secret. After he finishes, he pulls out from you and rolls to his side. You lower yourself slowly and praise his performance. You still have a lot of nervous energy, knowing this is still a secret.

After you both catch your breath, he helps you stand. He turns your naked body to face him and he kisses you passionately. His load of cum is oozing out of your married pussy, trickling down your inner thighs. You can taste yourself on his lips and you like it. The sensation of this forbidden act and the quality of the content make you want him even more." I finished.  

My wife was speechless.  

My cock was the hardest it had been in months.  

My wife stood up. She untied my wrists from the chair, had me stand up, and then tied my hands together behind my back.  

"I love you." she told me as she finished tying my hands together.  

I replied, "I love you too." 

"We are about to find out how much you believe that statement, cuckie," she replied.  

Before I could ask what she meant, she commanded me, "Kneel on the floor."  

I watched as she pulled off her dress. She was not wearing any panties. In the dim light, I could see a hickey on her left inner thigh.  

Before I could reply, she sat on the bed in front of my face. She spread her legs open and told me, "Move closer." 

I closed half the distance and she got upset. "I said CLOSER... nearly touching me." 

She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head into her pussy. I started eating her pussy.

Her recently fucked married pussy.  

The taste was different.  

Her reaction was pure bliss. "Oh my Gawd, Cuckie... Eat that freshly fucked pussy." she hissed.  

I thought my story had gotten her worked up. Later on, she would confess that it did, but she had a story of her own to share with me.

"After the tango, we went outside and found some chairs by the pool in the dark. We kissed and he fingered me by the pool. I came in his hand instantly," she confessed.  

Her pussy was wet. The sensation of eating her (with him) was new, but it was part of the cement that held this kind of thing together. This was the initiation I had hoped for a very long time, and I was here to enjoy it.   

"We locked ourselves in the women's bathroom and he ate my pussy from behind. It was so primal," she continued.  

Recounting this made her short of breath as she tried to speak and not orgasm too soon. She held my head in place and pulled me in closer. "Clean me up real good cuckie," she told me.   

"After I came on his face, he pinned me against the wall, lifted both of my legs up, and slipped his cock inside of me. He held me in the air, French kissed me, then pinned me against the wall and fucked me hard and fast. The sounds of my wet sloppy pussy getting fucked by his hard coc - OHHHHHH Shit... I'm  CUMMING!!!!" she screamed 

She stopped talking and pushed her pussy against my face. I continued eating her while her salty orgasm rushed through her body. After she caught her breath, she pushed my head away and sat up before she finished recounting her first act as my Cuckoldress.  

My cock strained as she continued, "He didn't last very long, but he made me cum 4 times before it was over. When he came inside of me, it was very powerful. It felt like an explosion inside of me. I definitely saw a few stars. Afterwards, we straightened up and got ready to go back to the ballroom. Before we unlocked the door, I called my phone hoping you would pick up to tell you not to worry." she finished.  

She looked at my hard cock. "I gave him my panties in the elevator. When we stepped off the elevator, I could still feel drops of his cum trickling down my inner thighs. When I kissed you in the ballroom, I had his cum running down my legs." 

My cock twitched as she shared this detail with me.  

"I want to come so bad." I confessed.  

I reached for my dick, but she swatted my hand away.

She knew that if I came, the fantasy was over and she would have to stop. She knew as soon as I came jealousy would be the primary emotion and it would cause problems. She had REALLY done her homework. She looked me in the eyes and pulled my hand away from my dick. She wrapped her fingers around my dick and shook her head no.

"He wants to fuck me again tomorrow night." She confessed.  

My cock twitched again in her hand. Her grip was warm but not firm. She knew this was exactly what I wanted, and my reaction in her hand was the absolute truth. I knew she was assuming control over my orgasms. She knew it too.   

I smiled when I asked, "What did you tell him?" 

After I asked, it confirmed my (desired) status as HER Cuckold Husband. Moving forward, it would not be about permission. It would be her sharing her plans with me.  

She smiled at me. "I simply told him that I needed to make certain my husband didn't suspect anything was going on between us." 

I showed a bewildered look to her. Before I could ask, she continued, "You don't suspect anything is going on... You KNOW something is going on." 

We both chuckled a bit. My cock twitched in her hand some more. She playfully stroked it slowly as she looked at me.   

"I love you." I said after our laughter faded.  

She looked me in the eyes, "I love you too." she hesitated to complete her thought.  

"I will text him in the morning. There are three more days of this retreat to map out and YOU have to make yourself scarce when needed." she changed the topic.  

"Understood." I agreed with her.  

There was a burdened silence in the room. I wanted to ask if she was having second thoughts, but I felt it would only make things worse.  

She turned to me and smiled. "Let's get those hands freed up." 

She moved behind me and untied my wrists. She stood over me as I was still kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed.  

"Do you trust me?" she asked.  

"YES," I answered confidently.  

"What if I blindfolded you right now? Would you freak out?" she asked quickly.  

"No. I trust you." I replied.  

She wrapped the neck tie around my head and tied it loosely. She helped me up and sat me on the foot of the bed.  

"NO PEEKING." she said scornfully.  

"Okay," I said laughing nervously.  

I heard her moving around the room. I heard a suitcase unzip and a plastic bag being manipulated.  

She came back to my side and instructed me to stand up and take three steps to the right. This placed me directly in front of the large mirror in the room.  

I heard different objects being moved around the room, and set on the desk.  

I could not see her, but I knew she was standing directly in front of me.  

She cleared her throat. "You know how this arrangement works. From now on, I make the decisions and that absolutely includes 100% of your sexual pleasure." 

She paused before asking, "Do you agree?" 

"Yes, I agree." I said.  

"Do you further agree that you relinquish 100% of the control of your sexual satisfaction to me, Cuckie?" she asked with an element of authority.  

"Yes, I agree." I said.

"What is the slang term for this arrangement, Dear?" she asked.

"This is called a Cuckold Marriage. I remain faithful to you while I encourage you to flirt with other men and engage in sexual activities you desire." I said.

My cock has softened a bit with the lack of stimulation. What happened next was a little cruel, but I understand why she did things this way.  

While she asked those questions, she was icing her hands down. After I agreed the second time, she wrapped her cold hand around my cock and used the second hand to hold me in place. With her teeth clenched, she ordered, "Repeat the following until I let go of your little dickie:" 

"I am the Cuckold Husband. I am a servant to my wife. I make this choice for our mutual satisfaction. Her physical satisfaction is to be yielded to at all costs. Mine is to be earned. Her satisfaction will include others from outside of the marriage. Mine will only include her. I support her exploits and activities completely, with no reservation. Humiliation is my path, and her duty to me. I yield my independence and sexual power to her to exploit or deny as she sees fit."

I echoed her speech word for word while the blood ran from my erection. As she finished the words "as she sees fit," I felt the plastic ring wrap around the back of my nuts and over the top of my dick.

"Oh FUCK." I thought to myself.

The room was completely silent when the ring snapped into place. The tube slid over my dickie with some hand lotion. She maneuvered it into place, aligned the pins, and then I felt the key rotate the tumblers into position. She pulled the key out slowly. She stood up and chuckled with approval.

She reached behind my head and removed the necktie. She smiled at me with a glisten in her eyes. She leaned in next to me ear and whispered, "This was all a lot easier than I thought it would be." 

Her nipples were hard. I imagine it was very exciting for her. She kissed me on the cheek.

She moved behind me, make sure to brush her nipples against my body. She held the cage in two fingers and shook it as she asked, "How does it feel?"

"It will take some getting used to." I confessed.

She chuckled. "We are both going through a lot of firsts, Cuckie."

She looked at me over my shoulder into the mirror. The cage was pink, her favorite color.

"I need you to look into the camera, Cuckie." She instructed.

She pointed at her cell phone that she had propped up on the desktop next to the mirror. She had recorded the entire "ceremony" she just put me through.

"Smile, wave, and give a thumbs up as you point to your cage with the opposite hand." She instructed.

I did as I was told.

She stepped from behind me, grabbed her phone and stopped the recording. Then she changed it to picture mode and knelt before me, facing the camera. She took a selfie with my cage in the background. Then she moved and put her face next to the cage and took a few more pictures. Then she stood up and took a picture of my reflection in the mirror, showing the cage on my dick.

"Where is your phone, Cuckie?" She asked.

I retrieved my phone from the nightstand. She turned on the camera, then knelt beside me and took a few more selfies with her face next to my dick in the cage. Then she stood up and moved behind me. She took a few pictures of us in the mirror, making sure to get my cage in all of the pictures.

I stood motionless and allowed her to do as she pleased. When she finished, she sent herself a few of the pictures, then changed her icon on my phone to the picture of her with the cage next to her head. After that, she changed the lock screen picture of us in the mirror from the chest up.

I started to protest the pictures on my phone, but she looked at me and held her finger up to her lips. "Shhh. I am working, Cuckie."

"I just sent all these photos on YOUR phone to myself." She confessed.

She looked up and then continued, "Then I will email all of my photos to you. So you will have everything on your phone too."

"Why would I need all of these photos?" I asked.

"So, you can share them with your friends... Cuckie." She told me.

I thought she was being sarcastic. Then she added, "Especially the friends that I want to fuck."

"Wait... WHAT?" I asked.

She looked up from my phone. She smiled as she read a text message she had typed:

"Hey Phil, the wife and I have been talking a few things over. We are turning over a new leaf here and there. Let us know if you are available in a few weeks for dinner."

Attached to the text message was the photo of me in the mirror with my wife standing behind me. One hand holding my phone, the other hand holding my cage. I had a huge smile on my face.

My wife looked me dead in the eyes as she pushed "SEND" on my phone.

Phil worked nights but had always had "eyes" for my wife. She wanted to fuck him because he was one of my friends.

"No point in limiting myself to strangers and coworkers, Cuckie. I might have a need for a rock-hard cock on the weekends. You know, while you are out playing golf for hours on end.... or watching the game." My wife said to me.

I swallowed really hard. I had NEVER considered the possibility of her doing this kind of thing, or this kind of thing turning into something all of my friends would be getting in on.

"Just imagine, the six of you downstairs, football game on, a few cold beers in everyone, and Phil upstairs with me in the guest room. Those big ol muscles of his flexing as I ride his rock-hard cock up and down." My wife said.

"NO...." I said to myself.

"What was that mechanic's name over on Douglas? The big muscular one with black hair. He eye fucked me so hard I had bruises on my ass. Wouldn't it be fun to know his cock had been inside of me the next time you shook his hand?" She asked.

"YES..." I screamed inside my own head.

I said nothing.

"So... you're not protesting any of my ideas.... does that mean you approve?" She asked.

"I don't disapprove. I just never considered this reaction." I confessed.

She laughed. "I have had a lot of time to consider the possibilities. Based on the way some of your friends look at me, I should be able to have a lot of fun dating your friends while you sit at home and wait."

She waited for a reaction from me.

I had written a series of short cuckolding stories and saved them on my laptop. The series was called "She Dates, He Waits". She had obviously found that file, which included stories about a Cuckoldress that dated her husband's coworkers and friends.

She returned to her phone.

"I am emailing this video to myself for safe keeping. I am NOT keeping it on my phone. The photos however.... They might come in handy should you feel that your promise isn't worth keeping." she told me as she shook my chastity device.  

"It is rather late. Let's go to sleep." she concluded.  

That was how I was discovered, initiated, and brought into the Cuckold Lifestyle about two years ago. It was all my idea, but she is the one that took the baton and ran it across the finish line. My wife was a few steps ahead of me the entire time, but the outcome is exactly what I wanted.  She and Clark had a wonderful couple of nights at the retreat. After she put me in chastity, she became a different person.  

After the retreat, Clark moved on to a different branch. It was for the best.  

It took a while, but we found a few other guys for my wife to date.

She REALLY enjoyed Phil. He was a little younger and had a lot of stamina. After the text message, we arranged a dinner date with the three of us. When Phil showed up, my wife was dressed in a very revealing dress, no panties, and a lot of excitement. I texted Phil and said that I was on my way there. A ploy that my wife thought of, and that I supported completely. By the end of dinner, Phil had touched her inner thigh, been grouped by my wife, and as he walked her to her car, she moved his hand down to hold her ass through her sun dress. When they got to her car, my wife kissed Phil on the lips, and he gave her a French Kiss, which she enjoyed greatly. Phil held onto her ass the entire time. When she came home to tell me how things went, she was very excited about the future.

Thankfully, Phil also knew how to keep a secret. My wife wanted me to see that she had all the power, and she would use it any way she saw fit, to include penetrating my social circle. Phil played dumb around me but did not realize she was telling me everything they did together. She had been very up front about our arrangement, and that was of some comfort to Phil.

The first time they were together, my wife gave him a blowjob in our garage. He had come over to borrow some tools and after we got everything loaded up, I ran inside the house faking that I had diarrhea. My wife closed the garage door and stayed within arm's reach of Phil. After the inside door closed, she knelt on the floor in front of Phil and took his cock in her mouth. It did not last very long, but she made sure Phil left a "deposit" for the tools.

As soon as she came inside, she looked at me and said, "Phil enjoyed his introduction to the new her."

When he brought the tools back, I made sure I was not at home. My wife made sure that Phil had a better time returning what he borrowed. She came twice while Phil took her from behind in the kitchen.

The next time, Phil took her to his place, and they fucked like college kids, trying several different positions. She was gone for 6 hours.

"He answered the door wrapped in a towel. He wanted a blow job in the kitchen, but I made him eat my pussy first." My wife explained how the evening started.

"Was he any good?" I asked - trying to be supportive.

My wife smiled, "He is now. I gave him a few pointers, and it really helped."

"Then what happened?" I asked eagerly.

"I gave him a blow job, in the kitchen like he wanted." My wife replied.

I was so proud of her.

"Then we went to bed, and I made him eat my pussy again. After a few more orgasms, I played with his cock a little bit, sucked it a little bit, then he took me from behind. He lasted a really long time, and while I enjoyed his cock, I am pretty sure I am going to be sore for a few days." My wife confessed.

She got another promotion and we moved to a bigger city. She had met several different guys, but one in particular caught her eye.  

They were exclusive for a while. She went away on long weekends with him from time to time. They really got to know each other and that was when he confessed that he felt he was bi-sexual.  

She came home from that trip with a lofty goal in mind.

She started making different comments about sucking cock, swallowing cum from the source, and taking things to the next level.

After a month of this new language, and several hints about trying new things, she asked if she could invite him over for an overnight stay. We had done this in the past, but it had been a while. I rarely got to watch her with her lovers.

"You have been so patient and so great lately. Now that Robbie and I have been together for a while, we want to reward you by letting you watch." she explained.

I had been in chastity for months and was ready to agree to anything if it meant that I could have an orgasm.

Typically, 30 days was on the extreme end for us. After that orgasm, she would leave me out of the cage for a little while, and then she would have me back "in" before we went to bed that evening. In the next 10 to 14 days, she would have a date scheduled and we would be back on schedule.

As she was planning this, it was 74 days for me, and I was willing to do anything.

"Maybe we could get the hot tub fired up and get a few bottles of wine to help set the mood." she suggested.

"That sounds like a great idea." I added.

"I will make you a list. It will take a few days to get everything on the list done, but I will reward you like never before." she promised.

Wednesday morning I woke up to a "Cuckie Chore List":

STORE:

Wine.

Cheese.

Crackers.

Eggs.

Milk.

Butter.

Bread.

Pasta.

Wear lip balm 100% of the day.

Wear the butt-plug ANY time you leave the house.

Chill wine.

Thursday Cuckie Chore List:

PHARMACY:

Laxatives.

KY Lube.

Hair Remover.

Shea Butter lotion.

Lip Balm 100% of the day.

Butt plug 100% of the day.

Friday Cuckie Chore List:

CUCKIE - Do not eat today.

Take laxatives and drink water only.

Remove all body hair.

Soak in bath with baby oil. (no butt plug)

Set hot tub temp to 102*.

Put in black butt plug.

Wear Unisex cologne.

Set out cheese and crackers by 6 pm.

Wear the butt plug and clothes that I set out.

We will be home around 6:00. You better be fully prepared.

The two arrived at 6:00 and sat at the kitchen table while I poured everyone some wine. They talked about their day and their dealings at work while I was mostly silent.

We finished the first bottle and I poured the second bottle into metal cups so we could get in the hot tub.

I went out and moved the cover and checked the temp. As I came back inside, I heard:

"I didn't bring a suit," my wife's lover said.

My wife smiled, "Good. Now we can all wear the same thing."

As I walked into the room, my wife looked over at me. "Stand right there and say nothing."

I moved across the room and did as I was told.

My wife looked at her lover. "See?"

I knew what the comment meant, so I did not have to ask for clarity. It was about me, not addressed to me. She was reassuring him that I was under her control.

She helped her man with his clothing, and I was instructed to watch while she removed his pants, then his underwear. She was moving slow and deliberate. She ran her fingers over his body and said nothing. She would glance at me from time to time, but her attention was focused on him.

She paused as her hand covered his cock. She held her hand in place, looked at me, then slowly stroked it a few times, slow yet playful, while maintaining eye contact with me. THIS was another threshold for all of us.

She let go of him and then stepped back. He helped her slip out of her skirt, top, and bra. After all of that, she pulled him in closer for a kiss while her nipples pressed against his chest. His hands moved to her ass, and his fingers slipped under the fabric of her lace thong panties. She moaned in a low voice as he rolled the waist of her panties off of her hips, exposing her to the room. She pushed him away and finished removing her panties while we both watched.

It IS a strange and proud moment for a Cuckold to be in the room when his wife has just been relieved of all her clothing - by another man. It's everything one could imagine. As the husband, you are not touching her, and you are not involved with anything to do with her mood or the result. You are just watching it happen. When everything is off of her body, and she is completely exposed, there is a moment of relief in some ways. Maybe it is just the acceptance of what is going to happen, and this is just the bridge that got everyone on the same side of the river? The fact that her clothing is now off, you did not take them off, and she is touching someone else is both intoxicating and bizarre at the same time.

There is a moment of silence that solidifies the event, and it lets her know all of these actions are accepted. At that moment, SHE is in charge. This was that defining moment for her. It was a defining moment for me as well.

I heard my wife whisper, "See? I told you."

The silver chain around her neck glistened in the dim light that was peering through the windows in the kitchen. At the bottom of that chain was a small silver key. Everyone in the room knew what the key represented. Watching the two of them just gave it more value.

The room was quiet. All three of us were enjoying the moment. They kissed again, this time much longer and much slower. There was a deliberate tone that was missing before. Her hands moved slower and his hands moved lower on her body. My wife held his head with one hand and wrapped her arm around his back with the other. He grabbed her ass with one hand and placed the other in the small of her back, pulling her in so most of his body made contact with hers. It was a beautiful scene and a proud moment for me. I did realize they were putting on a bit of a show, but I also respected the effort. I had a stone in the pit of my stomach, and I was slightly weak from fasting, but I continued to remind myself that THIS was what I wanted.

It was NOT what my dick wanted. It was straining against the cage and each movement, kissing sound, and small little whimper from my wife made my dick strain against my cage.

They broke from the kiss and my wife turned to look at me. I was dressed in a sloppy t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting shorts. I wore flip flops. My smooth skin made it feel like the air around me was colder. The fabric rubbed me in a new way. I had painted my toenails and my fingernails in clear, and was kind of regretting that because it made me look feminine.

Nobody had pointed it out. "Why would they? They were too busy looking at and touching each other. Now that they were naked, good luck getting them to notice anything else." I thought to myself.

My wife smiled in my direction. "Please get a hanger for Robbie's shirt. After you clean up in here, then you can strip down to your thong panties and join us out by the tub," she said politely.

I nodded.

"Don't forget to bring out our towels," my wife concluded.

I disappeared and rushed to grab a hanger, and the towels. As I darted inside the house, they walked out the sliding glass door off the kitchen and closed it behind them as they made their way to the tub.

While they were settling into the hot tub, I put things in the kitchen away and made sure the third bottle of wine was on ice. I could hear laughter outside. I was sure it was about the power my wife had over me and our current arrangement.

I grabbed the towels, stopped in the kitchen and laid my clothes on the table, then scooped up the towels, opened the sliding door, and walked out onto the deck next to the hot tub. I set the towels in some vacant chairs, then stood behind the chairs waiting to be addressed.

My wife noticed me, but said nothing. She French-kissed Robbie on the mouth, opening her eyes to see if I was watching them. I was. After she made eye contact with me, she closed her eyes and they kissed a little longer.

After the kiss was over, my wife looked at me and asked me to light a few candles on the table.

I lit the candles and then waited to be invited into the tub. I remained in chastity. I still had my ass plugged and kept my thong panties on. My wife told me later, "It adds to the effect."

In the hot tub things were quiet. I felt like the third wheel. While I was inside, Robbie had her nipples in his mouth, and that usually got her going. They stopped suddenly when I slid the door open.

The bubbles hid the fact that he was rubbing my wife's nipples and stroking her pussy lips. Her clit was hard.

I sat silently in the hot water and waited to be talked to. It never happened. I watched the tow of them kiss each other, sip wine, and make gestures at each other. Under the surface, he was fingering my wife WHILE they were kissing in front of me. Every now and then, she would open her eyes and look directly at me. The way a woman looks at a man when he is of little use to her. That look added to the humiliation I was enduring. The humiliation that I wanted and was getting.

While they were kissing, she was stroking his cock, rubbing his balls, and caressing his muscular build.

He would bring her close and then stop touching her. Each time he did that, she would stop and sip some wine. She wanted him to do this, but she also wanted to burst.

She had him "worked up" really well. She leaned over close to him and whispered something in his ear. He nodded in response. My wife smiled and they shared a deep gaze with each other. My wife looked over at me and smiled. She looked at her lover and he nodded again.

She smiled at him and kissed him. Then she turned and looked at me. She lifted her hand out of the water and motioned for me to move closer to them.

The bubbles were still going so it was a little loud. As I moved over towards them, my wife wrapped her arm around me. Her tits pushed against my body and her hard nipples felt wonderful. I KNEW she was very aroused. She knew that I knew.

She moved her head next to mine and whispered in my ear, "I want you to touch him."

She pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

I nodded. My wife stood up and moved behind me. I reached out and felt his arms and shoulders.

"Lower," she ordered me.

My hand disappeared under the water. I ran my fingers down his abdomen and hesitated.

"Keep going..." he encouraged me.

My wife leaned in closer, her nipples poking me in the back. She whispered into my ear, "Quit being a little bitch about it."

Her lover looked at me with lust in his eyes. I felt so vulnerable in the moment.

My hand descended lower under the bubbles and I found his muscular thigh. I shifted my weight and extended my reach to his groin. I looked at him. He wanted this. He was waiting for my touch.

I paused and looked at my wife. She smiled and nodded with approval.

I slid my hand over to his hard cock and wrapped my fingers around the shaft. I slid my hand up the shaft and gently touched the head before letting out a deep breath and sliding my hand back down the shaft slowly.

"That feels nice Cuckie." he said in a deep voice.

My wife beamed with approval. She let out a gasp and a small squeal before she kissed me on the cheek. After that kiss, she whispered in my ear, "Move in closer. I want to enjoy you enjoying this."

"Use both hands if you like..." Robbie told me.

I slid across the floor of the hot tub and my wife slid back to make room. She watched his face as I held his cock and balls in my hands.

"I knew this would be a wonderful experience," he said to my wife.

"You will be his first." My wife said to Robbie.

"I have been waiting all week for this." he said to her, but the message was for me.

"Why don't you sit up here?" she asked Robbie.

He lifted himself out of the water and took a seat on the edge of the tub. My wife stood up behind me and leaned over to top of me, kissing him passionately on the mouth. While she kissed him, his hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me closer. At the same time, my wife pushed the back of my head towards his cock.

Without looking, she stroked my hair and held the back of my head.

He spread his legs further apart.

My wife pushed my head in closer to his cock. They broke their kiss again to watch me take his cock into my mouth.

I paused while I was mere inches away from the head of another man's cock.

My wife shifted her feet, and used her free hand to lift my chin so she could look me in the eyes. "It is not going to suck itself." she said in a calm voice. "Now, open your mouth, and put his cock inside."

She had a look in her eyes that let me know she was speaking in absolute terms. She released me chin and allowed free will to take control.

I nodded. Before another word could be said, I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out to cover my bottom teeth, and moved in closer. My wife reached down with one hand and held the back of my head. With her other hand, she lifted his cock, guiding it into my mouth.

His deep and soulful moan sent shivers down my own body. His cock twitched with excitement as it slid over my tongue and bumped the back of my mouth.

My wife let out a squeal of overwhelming approval and intense delight. He held the back of my head and watched the first few strokes that I took down and back up his thick shaft.

"That feels so fucking amazing." Robbie said.

"Your first cock Cuckie.... I am so proud." My wife said loud enough for all of us to hear over the hot tub.

I opened my eyes and looked up at her. My head was still bobbing up and down slowly. I wanted to see her face. Her undeniable approval flowed from her as I moved up and down his cock. The SAME cock that my wife had let explode inside of her mouth multiple times in the last few months was now in my mouth. The same cock that had had been buried in her married pussy was now rubbing the back of my throat inside of my mouth.

His hand rested on the back of my head, helping me keep a rhythm that he enjoyed. My wife's hand rested on top of his hand. I could feel both hands on my head.

Once she confirmed that I was committed to the task, she returned to kissing Robbie, but paused more frequently to give me words of encouragement.

"This is so fucking hot..... " My wife said while I started going faster.

She started kissing Robbie's neck and Robbie was pinching her nipples.

I was using my free hand to hold his balls or to pump the shaft while I kept going.

"You look so natural with a big cock in your mouth Cuckie." My wife teased me.

I looked up and saw his mouth on one of her nipples, her other hand on the back of his head, and my wife looking down at me.

"This is so fucking hot." My wife said again.

I stroked the shaft as my mouth kept going up and down. He reacted positively and it gave me "permission" to take this even further. I pumped the shaft and kept my mouth open and relaxed.

"Oh my God..." he said out loud.

I looked up to see that everything was okay. I saw my wife kissing his ear and neck.

He was panting too hard to suck on her nipples or to kiss her.

"Holy SHIT... I'm going to cum." he said urgently.

As soon as he finished that sentence, I started moving my head up and down much faster. He moved his hand away from my head and used it to brace himself against the wall of the tub. My wife put her hand on the back of my head and pushed my head down his shaft.

He lifted his hips up and thrusted his hips into my mouth as my wife held my head in place. The head of his cock struck the back of my throat much harder than I was ready for, but I did not back down. His deep grunting was the encouragement I needed in the heat of the moment. I moved faster and my wife squealed again telling me, "Don't stop he is almost there."

In the next 4 or 5 strokes, Robbie exploded inside of my mouth. My wife and her lover (now our lover) held my head in place while he spurted inside of my mouth for what seemed like minutes. Over and over I felt the gentle movement of his load get emptied into my mouth. I moved slowly and swirled my tongue just below the head. I kept my lips clamped down tightly as his balled emptied into my throat and in my mouth. Each time I moved my tongue, he moaned with approval.

I gulped his load down, which surprised all of us.

I got the results I wanted, and the "next level" humiliation my wife wanted.

When his body relaxed, I pulled away slowly. As I slid his cock out of my mouth, I stopped at the very end and kissed the head of his cock to show my appreciation.

He let out a deep sigh and looked down at me. "Amazing. The BEST I have ever had."

My wife smacked him in the chest playfully. "Hey..."

"From another man." He quickly finished.

He held my wife on the edge of the tub and just seemed so very content with the results.

My wife looked down at me, on my knees in the water. My jaw was tired, and my tongue was "numb" from the activity, and with the taste of his semen on it. I licked my lips as she smiled at me. I knew she was proud of me.

"That was beautiful." My wife said.

She could have insulted me. She could have belittled me. She did not. The moment was worth praise and reflection. She had taken her humiliation game to a new level, and I matched the energy.

A man getting praise and compliments for giving a good blowjob is one of the deeper forms of humiliation.

Part of being a Cuckold is the humiliation.

Watching another man undress your wife in front of you is part of the humiliation.

Another man kissing your wife in front of you is part of the humiliation.

That same man kissing your naked wife in front of you is humiliating.

Enjoying it makes you a Cuckold.

The fact that she enjoyed it made it something that I wanted. It can be kinky, but the humiliation is the part that many overlook. Being in the same room with another man that IS fucking your wife and tolerating that humiliation makes you a cuckold.

After watching him kiss her, and even suck on her big, beautiful tits, the humiliation came and went. Her pleasure is always the most important to me. The humiliation is a huge part of the role each of us plays too.

Now things have changed. It is a different kind of humiliation when his cock has been in my mouth AND he came in my mouth while my wife watched.

It felt exhilarating to do something like that, and to share that "first" with my wife. I know she is proud of me, but I cannot help but feel that I opened myself up to a few things that I may not be prepared for in the future. I cannot help but feel SHE has already made plans for these "talents".

Robbie slipped back into the water. My wife held his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. "You were right." she whispered to him.

I pretended not to hear.

While she kissed him, she reached out and grabbed my head. Then she looked at me and pulled my head in closer to her thighs. As she sat on the edge of the hot tub, she spread her legs.

"I hope you didn't burn off all your energy Cuckie. Now that you had some tube steak, you have some desert to work on." she said as she pointed at her waxed pussy.

I moved over between her legs. I swallowed really hard before I got too close to her. She leaned back and pulled my head into her hips.

"It's been a while since you had it this smooth... and empty, huh Cuckie?" she started dirty talking in front of both of us.

I nodded.

I heard the water move behind me. Robbie got up and started kissing my wife while I ate her aching pussy. Once he started kissing her, he pinched her nipples. That was enough to put her over the edge almost instantly. She cried out as she gushed into my mouth. The sloppy sounds of her wet pussy lips rubbing against my face were muffled by the hot tub pump. She pulled my face in tight as her body squirmed and she screamed into his mouth. Robbie moved away and let her draw in a deep breath so she could really enjoy herself.

She let go of my head. I looked up and they were still kissing. I tried to "return" to her, but she pushed my head away.

Watching me eat her pussy helped Robbie rebound and she was stroking his cock with one hand and pushing me away with the other.

While they kissed, the hot tub pump shut off. She pushed him away.

"Let's go inside and finish what you started." She smiled at me as she said it.

We got out of the tub and they toweled each other off and playfully kissed and groped each other.

I stripped off the pink thong and dried myself off.

My own penis strained against the chastity device. I was weak from not eating all day and weak from the laxatives.

"Put the cover back on and we will meet you in the bedroom," my wife said in a pleasant tone.

They disappeared into the house, and I did what I was told.

I followed behind them, drying off on the go. I figured I would only be allowed to watch at this point, but they had other plans for me.

I entered the bedroom. I found my wife on her knees on the bed. He was standing on the bed, and she was sucking his cock. As I entered the room, she pulled herself off of his cock and held it in her hand.

"Your turn," she said excitedly.

I dropped my towel and returned to sucking his cock. My wife stood up and started kissing him. While she kissed him, she held my head in her hand and moved my head up and down his shaft. While she moved my head, I heard her ask Robbie, "Do you want his throat again, or do you want to fuck me?"

"I need to fuck." Robbie replied.

My wife pulled my head back and told me, "Lay down on the bed Cuckie."

After I was situated in the middle of the bed, she lowered herself onto my face. I started eating her pussy while she sucked Robbie's cock.

"Make sure it gets nice and wet Cuckie." she said.

I started eating her pussy and he fed her his cock. She later confessed that she wanted him to cum in her mouth, but SHE wanted to fuck more. Her body tensed up but she lifted herself off of my face before she came. She took a deep breath as she lifted herself up.

"Not yet.... I am saving that one...." My wife said.

She looked down at me. She did not say a word, but she looked at me with both pride and jealousy. "I hope you are ready for this," she said.

As she finished that sentence, she lowered her knees back down and then moved to where she was on all fours, hovering over my face.

Robbie positioned himself behind her, his shaft and balls hanging directly over my head. He stayed on his feet but bent his knees so his hips were lower and his cock and balls were inches away from my face.

My wife lowered her waxed pussy back onto my face, then rotated her hips forward. position on all fours. She laid on me, and I could feel her heartbeat. She rested her face on my thigh as she reached behind and pulled her ass cheeks apart.

I opened my eyes and watched as Robbie rubbed the head of his cock up and down the slit of my wife's married pussy.

Her breathing got faster.

Instinctively, I took over and held her ass cheeks apart for her / for him. He pushed his cock inside of her pussy and I felt her tense up as he entered her. His balls drug across my forehead. I bowed my back and bent my neck so they would not.

My wife pushed her hips into the air and "fed" me her clit. Just having his cock inside of her and my tongue on her clit made her come instantly.

Robbie kept his cock buried inside of her married pussy until the orgasm was over. I had never heard her climax like that. I tried to lap up all of her juices. Some of it trickled down my face. After she recovered, he pulled back and pushed himself in even deeper, filling her completely. He pushed down on her back. His cock slipped in little deeper, and ALL of us noticed the difference. I could feel the pressure in my chest. He moved in and out of my wife several times, with short strokes. Robbie made her come three more times, each one more intense than before.

After the third orgasm, he started moving in and out much faster. His balls were hitting me in the head, my wife's pussy was flexing against my face, and she was biting my inner thigh when she was not screaming.

Robbie did not slow his pace down. He did not pause, and he did not make an effort to "short stroke" her married pussy by any measure. He cut loose with the kind of powerful thrusts I had only seen in movies. His tempo was quick, powerful, and consistent. It was a lot for my wife's married pussy to take, but she took it all. She cried out as a fourth orgasm rocked her body. I stuck my tongue out and rubbed her clit aggressively and a fifth orgasm made her body go tense. She begged Robbie to stop and he refused.

"You fucking TAKE THIS COCK... in your tight little married pussy." Robbie said loudly.

He thrusted into her even faster and harder. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and touched her clit with my tongue.

My wife made noises I had never heard her make and as she squirted into my mouth, she screamed out HIS name and chanted "Don't Stop... Don't Stop... Don't Stop,"

My wife chanted "Robbie... Robbie.... Robbie" over and over until his name filled the room. She would get wetter and wetter, then scream out to him and then chant his name as her voice got quieter.

Robbie pounded her pussy at a consistent pace. I was a little impressed. He was actually sweating as he "worked" my wife's married pussy.

I did my best to keep contact with her clit. My face was getting numb. I had pussy juice in my eyes, all over my chin and dripping down my neck.

"I GONNA CUM" Robbie grunted out.

"Cum inside me... fill that married pussy up!!" My wife screamed back at him.

Robbie thrusted inside of my wife a few more times before his body went tense and he grunted out. I felt his balls lift as they pushed his second load of the night out into my wife. He grunted hard and my wife groaned with a deep and delightful satisfaction as his cum filled her up.

Robbie grunted a few times and kept his cock buried inside of my wife.

For the first time in a long time, the room was silent.

My wife moaned a dull moan that showed her deep satisfaction. Then she said, "Open wide Cuckie. Don't you dare spill a drop..."

In one move, Robbie pulled himself out of my wife and my wife rolled her hips downward. My open mouth awaited. She felt my tongue on her clit and gasped. She felt my open lips against her pussy lips as she lowered herself onto my face. She moaned with a deep satisfaction. Not another orgasm, not a sexual kind of satisfaction. This was something completely different. This was the confidence in knowing that she OWNED me. She OWNED my pleasure, my humiliation, and she owned me. She owned the future, and all the cock that Robbie would give her.

"Thaats it Cuckie... Lick up ALL of that beautiful cream pie. Ohhh that feels sooo fucking good.... Get it all.. you amazing little Cock Sucker." she hissed while she spoke.

I felt her abdomen squeeze as she tried to push out any remaining liquid inside of her pussy.

"Clean her up really good Cuckie." Robbie said to me.

While my wife's married pussy drained into my mouth, Robbie fed her his cum soaked cock, giving her the taste she had missed out on earlier.

I ate my wife's freshly fucked pussy while she licked Robbie clean.

When she was satisfied that there was nothing left, she lifted herself off of my face and rolled over. She landed in Robbie's arms and they kissed each other. I laid awkwardly between Robbie's legs. I heard some whispering between the two of them and then my wife cleared her throat.

"Oh Cuckie..." she said in a playful tone.

I raised my head and smiled at her.

"I want you to kiss the head of Robbie's cock and thank him for a wonderful evening." My wife ordered me.

I moved between Robbie's muscular thighs and kissed the head of his cock. With my face right next to his cock, I looked up and said, "Thank you Mr. Robbie for a wonderful evening, and a belly full of cum."

My wife smiled with delight at my inventiveness.

Robbie chuckled and said, "You are very welcome. I hope we can do this again real soon."

My wife replied for both of us, "We would love that very much."

Robbie looked at me and winked, "I am already looking forward it."

Robbie had to leave that night. My wife ordered me to go get his clothes. After he got dressed, she walked him to his car, and they said their goodbye in the dark to keep the neighbours from gossiping. She came back inside and praised me for being such a great Cuckold Husband and an "Amazing Cock Sucker".

"He wants to come back and repeat this night, exactly as it happened," she said to me.

"I would like that." I said.

My wife looked at me. "How did I get so lucky? You can eat pussy AND you suck a mean dick with equal enthusiasm. Throw in my waxed pussy and a couple of bottles of wine, and it is going to be difficult to keep all kinds away from here."

I smiled and said nothing.

She moved closer to me and held up the chain around her neck which had the key to my chastity cage on it. "Are you ready for your reward?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress," I said.

"Lay down in bed." She told me.

I was so tired and so horny at the same time. I still had my butt plug in. I thought she had forgotten about it.

She lifted the chain off of her neck and unlocked the cage.

"I still have the plug in," I said.

"Good. Robbie said you need to orgasm that way from now on." My wife said.

She pulled the cage off of me dick and used her thumb and finger to stroke it.

My dick started getting hard instantly. She reached for some lotion and put it in her hand. Part of the humiliation ritual was SHE controlled my orgasms, so I was not allowed to touch myself.

She used the lotion and the room filled with that aroma. In just a few strokes, the blood rushed to my dick and I was ready to explode. Then she stopped.

"Did you enjoy sucking his cock tonight?" She asked me.

I cleared my throat, "Yes, I did."

She used a little more lotion and started stroking my dick again.

"You ready to cum Cuckie?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress... I am ready." I replied

My body went tense and my wife kept stroking my dick. She cupped her hand under the head of my dick as a huge load spurt out into her hand. The second and third shot landed in her hand, and she pumped feverishly to make sure the orgasm was over before she slowed her rhythm down and slowly milked the shaft. She truly enjoyed the post orgasm torture.

"Open your mouth Cuckie." She ordered.

I opened my mouth and she dumped her hand into my mouth. She let it drip onto my tongue before she said, "Swallow."

I swallowed my own load, like I had done several other times in the past.

"Now, close your mouth and make a duck face." she ordered. She used the remaining cum to cover my lips and chin, ordering me to remain in place until it dried.

While we waited for the cum to dry on my face, she stroked my dick slowly, keeping it from going limp. She leaned closer to my face and saw that most of the cum had dried.

"Tongue." She ordered.

I stuck my tongue out and she wiped her palm across my tongue.

"Excellent. Exactly how a good little cock sucker is supposed to do it." My wife said.

I was a little embarrassed, but I was proud too.

"I would like to mark this milestone in some way. I mean it's NOT every day that suck your first dick or swallow another man's load right from the tap." My wife said.

"Do you have something in mind?" I asked.

She handed me the lotion. She grabbed her phone and set a timer. "I will give you 2 minutes of free time to do whatever you like, starting NOW." My wife said.

I shot some lotion into my hand, and I started stroking my dick as hard as I could. I closed my eyes and recounted the entire night. From the time Robbie was making out with my wife in the kitchen until he came in my mouth. I remembered it all in great detail.

"One minute." My wife said.

I remembered eating my wife's pussy while Robbie fucked her. Feeling his thrusts against her body as they rocked the bed and struggled to eat her pussy and make her cum over and over...

I felt my body get tense.

"Thirty Seconds...." My wife said.

I felt my dick begin to twitch

"Come on you little cock sucker.... make it happen." My wife said.

I quickened my pace and exploded all over my stomach.

My wife chuckled, "Wow.... I mention sucking dick and BOOM, you explode on yourself. I think we found your calling."

I looked at my wife. Her amazing body and her beautiful face.... her big wonderful titties and her firm round ass. Her pussy now completely hairless and her powerful thighs. It all belonged to another man right now, and would be enjoyed by other men in the future. She knew she could have any man she wanted.

I had given away my access to this beautiful woman so I could be humiliated, teased, tormented, denied sexual pleasures, and made to do extra chores.

She knew the value of this gift, and she knew we were one serious talk away from ending it, but I did not want that. I wanted her to push me. I wanted her to explore without me, have adventures with others, and I wanted her to scream another man's name while he was making her cum harder and more often.

We had surpassed my own expectations, and it felt like she was just getting warmed up.

I looked at her and I thought, "She has all of that.... and there is a list of men that want to fuck her... and here you are... laying on the bed, with a bottle of lotion... beating off in front of her. If that isn't enough, you just sucked her boyfriend's cock in front of her... and she LOVED it. Lucky Cock Sucker."

We went to bed. I woke up the next morning and went downstairs to the kitchen.