Merry Christmas Darling

Absolutely fantastic! I love how cruel she is!

Wow, great stuff!

Emotional ups and downs are whats keeping me glued to this. The love is definitely there and John's out but so is the key. Can't wait for more!

Good stuff!

Mind boggling! One of the best (if not THE best) cuckold story I have ever read! Please, do carry on!

Well guys this is the final chapter...... unless of course you want more. I have had some encouraging feedback to my tale so I thought that maybe I should continue and bring things up to date. The events you have read of happened nearly three years ago so there is a lot more to tell - but only if there is enough interest. So, anyway, the last part - for now.

'Let's begin as we mean to go on shall we?' Keeping her dress pulled above her waist, my wife turned and knelt on the couch. Resting her arms on the back of the couch she presented her beautifull naked butt to my hungry gaze.
'Be a good slave and use that tongue on my ass.' As I stuck out my aching tongue and began worshipping her taught little ass she taunted me, ' I think I'll start looking for a new boyfriend tomorrow. I've got one guy in mind already. I want to make sure he is right for us this time though. I'm really looking forward to falling in love again and this time I'm going to really let go! I'm going to be like a teenager with her first crush. I'll give him everything. I'll do anything he wants me to. We'll make love all day every day. Maybe he could move in with us. Then we could live like husband and wife with you as our maid.'
Finishing her ass I followed her pointing finger to slide my tongue inside her. She groaned as she continued, ' I want my new lover to be more strict with you and more possessive of me. I'll suggest that he bans you from touching me in any way. Maybe he'll stop you looking at me. You'll have to look at the floor if I'm in the room. You won't be allowed to speak to me either.'
I felt her passion rising as she turned herself on with her own ideas and my long suffering tongue did its best, sliding in, out and around her sexy ass.
'For our first anniversary of being together my lover and I could have our names engraved inside of my wedding ring. How beautiful would that be? I could get his name tatooed on my thigh or on my stomache, just above my pussy. You could have a tattoo as well babe,' she sighed as she reached back to ruffle my hair. 'My name and his in a heart on your ass I think.'
My jaw was aching now, almost as much as my futilely straining cock, but she was holding my hair tightly, pulling me towards her ass in time with her own backward thrusts, ass fucking my face. I was a tool, a means to an end. I had no more rights than one of her vibrators. I would be used by her to achieve her orgasm and then casually cast aside. Strangely that revelation brought me a sense of peace. I knew then that my life was not going to be a picnic, but it felt right somehow. I was hers completely. I neither deserved nor expected the slightest consideration. I existed for her pleasure just as she did. I knew that and I accepted it as my beautiful wife and mistress came once more. She called me a fucking ass licking loser as she writhed her ass over my soaking reddened face. She was right. I was that, but I didn't care. I just wanted to love her and be used by her forever. For those few moments my own desperate needs and desires were forgotten. All I cared about was her. Her happiness was everything. My sacrifice could never be enough. No matter how much she teased, hurt and humiliated it would never be enough. I would always owe her more and I would give it too, at any cost.
When she had calmed down and got her breath back she sent me to wash my face while she composed herself. On my return I knelt as she pointed at her discarded shoes. 'Lick the inside of my shoes and beg me to keep you as my slave.' Without hesitation I complied, smelling and tasting her scent mixed with the stll warm leather of the shoes. My words were muffled as I swore my undieing love and devotion to her. I begged her to mistreat and use me as she saw fit. I promised I would serve her in anyway she chose if only she would keep me as her possession.
Eventually I was told to leave the shoes and sit up. I listened carefully as she spoke in a serious tone. ' I know what you were thinking my little slave. You thought the game was over. Now that the affair with John is finished you assumed I would let you have the relief you have ached for for so long didn't you?' What could I say ? She could read me so easily. I could have no secrets from her.
'Did you think I was keeping things going, keeping the game sexy and alive so that you could have your pathetic little squirt while you were still my slave ?' Her lips were smiling but her eyes were so cold!
'I suppose I could end it.......if I wanted to, although it's true that John does have the only key to your cage. But why on earth would I want to? Why would I want to go back to how we were. To being the bored wife of a bored and boring husband......I think not. But remember slave, I could have. Unfortunately for you though, I don't want you, I want someone else. You are no longer a man in my eyes. You are a worthless slave, a convenience, an amusement. Even in the absence of a lover, I would rather have nobody as have you. Do you understand?'
'Yes maam. Thank you maam. Thank you for letting me lick your shoes maam.' For fuck's sake ! I was pathetic ! I couldn't help myself. I just had an irresistable urge to debase myself to this woman. I was less than a wimp and I knew it. I knew it but I couldn't stop. I didn't even want to stop.
'Go and get the hancuffs from the spare room. Bring my fluffy pink dressing gown too. Hurry up idiot !' I rushed to obey my godess and quickly returned.
'You can wear my dressing gown, you'll need it to keep warm. Take the handcuffs, go to the garden shed and lock your wrists over the rafter. You can spend the night out there thinking about your new life. If you can call it a life. It's certainly not a game anymore is it slave?'
'No maam,' I muttered, staring humbly into her gorgeous eyes.
'I'm warning you now, I'm going to be a lot more strict with you in future. I demand perfection from my slave. I know you think that you've had it hard so far, but you are going to think what you've been through up to now was a walk in the park by the time I am finished. Now get out of my house you worthless piece of cuckolds brownie. Go on fuck off. I might find the time to release you in the morning. On the other hand, I might go straight out. I do have some serious man hunting to do after all.'
As I slunk away I paused to give voice to my confused feelings. ' Please maam, I love you. I will always love you, no matter what.' What was this incredible compulsion I felt to give my all to this woman? 'Thank you for allowing me to be your slave. I will try very hard to please you.' Not play acting, not part of a game anymore, I meant it !
'Come here !' she screamed. 'If I want you to give a fucking speach I'll write one for you. Stop thanking me and stop telling me you love me you spineless fucking sissy wimp. In fact, how dare you speak to me at all ?' She slapped my face viciously as her tirade continued, ' You fucking disgust me. I hate your whinging little slave voice. I don't give a fuck what you think or what you'll try to do. You'll do as I say when I fucking say, got it ?'
'Yes maam, sorry maam,' I cringed.
'That's ok babe,' she smiled, soothing my reddened cheek. 'Now get yourself off to the shed. Kissing my forehead chastely she winked at me. ' Women huh ? So unpredictable aren't they slave? Now get out.'

There you have it guys and girls. Please let me know if you want to hear the rest. I'll leave it up to you. Cheers.

Yes Blue179, Please continue. Your writing and story are great.
A. Smith

Well Blue, you still have me confused as to why you would want to carry on but I have to admit to being still hooked. I really, really want to know how this one panned out. I just hope it doesn't turn into a rewrite of 'The Bitchy Tease.' Somehow, I think maybe not. Please finish it though.

keep going

Yes wonderfull story you are writing blue please keep going

OMG I have not posted feedback before, but pleeeaaase keep going - it's wonderful!

Well, you already know my opinion...

I just need the full story :p

Please continue !

Hmmm. Interesting story though highly unlikely. If it is true however, then I hope you told her took the key and unlocked it. Of course you are going to tell us that you didn't.

I have always lived my life with the attitude that people can do what they want as long as it doesn't affect others and that it is what they want. If the story is the least bit true, then I'm sorry for you. If it isn't true, then I'm still sorry for you for having these "ultimate fantasies" where you are nothing and the "woman you love" treats you worse than cuckolds brownie. Take it from a woman... if this is real you are not respected or loved.

If real, then god help you. If not, then try to keep the difference between reality and fantasy in mind and keep them seperate.



Take care.... Dawn
Dawn

Hmmm. Interesting story though highly unlikely. If it is true however, then I hope you told her took the key and unlocked it. Of course you are going to tell us that you didn't.

I have always lived my life with the attitude that people can do what they want as long as it doesn't affect others and that it is what they want. If the story is the least bit true, then I'm sorry for you. If it isn't true, then I'm still sorry for you for having these "ultimate fantasies" where you are nothing and the "woman you love" treats you worse than cuckolds brownie. Take it from a woman... if this is real you are not respected or loved.

If real, then god help you. If not, then try to keep the difference between reality and fantasy in mind and keep them seperate.



Take care.... Dawn
Dawn

WOW, very nice stories.

Congrats. This is one of the best stories I've ever read.

Yes a truely brilliant story, permisterally I do not care if it is real or not, I just love the wifes attitude. Please tell us more of your experiences with your fabulous wife. Thanks again for what you have allready written.

Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to comment on my tale. Your views are always of the greatest interest to me. Writing in a vacuum with no idea of whether or not anyone is enjoying what I write is very difficult. Honest comments are very welcome.
I realise, of course that my story may seem a little far-fetched, even to people in the cuckold lifestyle. Unfortunately I cannot prove anything without giving away too much permisteral info. I can only ask that you take my word for it. If that's still not enough then please just enjoy what I write and regard it as a fantasy.
So where was I ? Oh yes. Well the things I have related to you happened nearly four years ago, so there is lots more to tell. If I was to give every detail it would take for ever. So, I suggest that I give you some of the highlights. I will try to keep them in cronological order as much as I can and will continue until I get up to the present - unless you guys get sick of me first. So here goes........

The guy my wife had in mind for her new lover was Jamister. He was an eighteen year old black kid ( my wife at the time was forty ). He had finished his A level exams and was waiting to start uni. To make a bit of pocket money he was doing gardening work and that's where my wife had seen him. He was tending the gardens of a couple of houses in our area. My wife spoke to him a couple of times and then instructed me to ask him if he would do some work for us. He was keen enough and said he would call the next evening. Unfortunately he did not turn up. My wife was far from happy and took out her frustration on my ass.
The next day I arrived home from work and entered the lounge to find various items of clothes brownietered on the floor, both mens and womens. I followed the trail to the bottom of the stairs where I stood listening. Hearing nothing I crept up the stairs and peared round the open door of her bedroom, ( it used to be our bedroom but, despite her previous lover John being out of the picture, I had still not been allowed the priveledge of relaxing in the same bed as my wife, she said it just wouldn't feel right ! ).
Anyway, the blinds were drawn but there was still enough light for me to make out the two relaxing bodies, wrapped in each others arms. The stark contrast of my wife's relatively pale flesh against his ebony skin told me that the gardener had arrived.
Creeping back downstairs I tidied the lounge, picking up brownietered cushions and clothes. A used condom had been knotted and dropped down the side of the couch. Nothing like making yourself at home I thought as I held it up and marvelled at the quantity of jism it contained.
It was a couple of hours later and I was in the kitchen when I heard their voices, my wife's high and girly, his deep and remisterant for one so young. She shouted me through and I entered to find them both giggling as he struggled into the clothes I had folded and placed tidily on the couch. He was dressing and she was playfully undressing him again.
'Oh darling, this is Jamister. He forgot to call last night so he came this morning didn't you Jamister?' They both guffawed as the double meaning of her words occured to them.
'Yea,' he laughed, 'And this afternoon, and again about ten minutes ago.'
He was very confident for his age as he stood beside my wife, finally clothed, his arm resting on her shoulder. It occured to me that he must be at least six foot six tall as he towered over my petit five foot two inch wife.
'Get some money and pay Jamister dear. He is giving us a special deal aren't you babe? Just fifty pounds a day.'
Fifty pounds a day, I thought! For doing what? Fucking my wife? Had he even looked at the garden?
Anyway, I paid him from the rainy day stash that my wife had so far allowed me to keep and she saw him to the door. On her return I was ordered upstairs to tidy the bedroom and change the sheets on her bed. She then had me put those sheets on my bed in the spare room. She said it would be nice for me to be able to smell her as I went to relax.
The affair with Jamister continued for about four months until he went off to uni. She said the sex was fantastic. Apparently he was very well endowed. I only saw then at it once. It was on the floor in the lounge, in front of a romantic fire. I stood in the doorway and watched him take her. They were both completely naked and the sight of her cute little white feet with their red red nail polish riding up and down on his black ass will stay with me forever.
He always used a condom. I think my wife knew that she was not his only partner at the time so she had to be carefull. I would find his discarded overloaded condoms all over the house. After a while he stopped even knotting them and they often overflowed. One afternoon I came home to find one pinned to our noticeboard in the kitchen. It was clearly used and, on closer examination I found my wife's engagement and wedding rings inside, drowned in his thick white sperm. There was a note beside it from my wife. 'These symbols of my fidellity I cast asside. I cover them in the sperm of a real man and hang them here for you my slave to see. If you want me to wear them again you will need to remove them and clean them - but you may use only your mouth - and you must do it in front of me.' The idea was disgusting. I had, as you know, tasted my own sperm from my wife's cruel milkings. It had even contained some of John's spunk if you recall. But this was all someone elses. It was cold and there seemed to be half a pint of it! I managed in the end but dreaded its reoccurrance - every Saturday, after I paid Jamister for his gardening work of the week. Gardening work that I did myself while he plowed my willing wife.
Because of the age difference they could never really go out anywhere together. At first he would arrive as arranged with my wife. After a while he started to turn up whenever he felt like it. Eventually he started phoning my wife and she would send me out in the car to pick him up. Then I would have to take him home afterwards. The worst time was one Sunday afternoon. My wife was feeling randy and despite my tentative suggestions, refused to consider the services of my devoted tongue. 'I need cock, big black cock. Not a little wimpy white clit !' She phoned Jamister and I was sent to a local pub to collect him. When he came out it was with three of his friends that he asked me to drop off on the way. A few minutes into the journey, after a lot of nudging and giggling, one of them blurted out,' So hey, is it true then? Is our Jamister fucking your old lady?' I could have crawled under the dashboard and died with embarrassment. 'Yes its true you fucking idiot,' replied Jamister. 'Tell him then. Go on.' He urged me. 'Yes it's true.' I mumred.
'Fucking hell Jamister, you luck bastard. Hey mister, if our Jamister needs a hand I'm up for it.' my tormentor laughed. When I eventually dropped them off Jamister's friend told me not to forget his offer and walked away laughing. The next morning I complained to my wife about her lover's indiscretion, expecting her to be furious with him. Instead she had me write him a note apologising for going behind his back with my complaint and thanking him for his services as a gardener and as a lover to my wife. I was then subjected to a prolonged caning before being sent out, tears streaming down my face, to deliver the letter to her lover.
All told it was an exciting few months which served to thouroughly reinpower my position as my wife's slave. I never got to cum except by being milked and the frusration was constant. Sometimes I managed to put it to the back of my mind and almost function normally but sooner or later it would come flooding back with a vengeance! I was a helpless ball of quivering sexual frustration for most of each day. My wife, on the other hand was thriving. She was confident, full of life, always happy and seemed to positively exude sexual energy!
When the thing with Jamister came to an end she was sad but positive. 'It was always limited by the age difference. Having a young bull at my disposal was incredibly hot but I think I'm ready for something more serious now. I think we both are, aren't we sweetheart, ' she teased.
Little did I know just how serious it would be.......

Wow ! Writing that really brought back some memories. Things were different for that four months or so. I was always dressed normally when Jamister was around and he pretty much ignored me. I only got to see them actually fuck once, as I said, but in some ways that was a tease in itself. Also my wife missed no oportunity to really turn the screws on me. Here are some of the things she said that stick in my mind.

'Do you think its true what they say, that once a woman has had black she never goes back?'

'Don't ever let anyone tell you that size doesn't matter. Believe me - it matters !'

Sitting at her dressing table applying yet another coat of bright red lipstick prior to his arrival she told me, ' These lips were just made to suck black cock.'

At the breakfast table one morning - 'His cock is so hard ! It's like being impaled on an iron bar !'

'When he cums I can fell his spunk squirting into the condom. It always amazes me that those things don't split. I guess if one does I'm gonna be pregnant. His seed must be incredibly fertile and with the depth he penetrates me to its a certainty.'

She often wore stockings for him, usually white ones. 'I love the contrast of my pure virginal white legs against his glowing black skin. There's something so incredibly erotic about it.'

'When he fucks me he's like an natural. I feel like a sow being taken by a wild boar. Once he gets the scent of my pussy there is nothing that can stop him. All he cares about is the headlong drive toward his own relief. He never even considers me. The strange thing is, I love that, it sends me wild too. Fuck ! I love it when he takes me ! Don't ever try to get between us sweety, you might not survive.'

Hope you liked those, here are some more I just remembered.

She bought a sexy school girl uniform complete with cute little white socks. 'I'm just making myself look younger for him.' The sight of her sitting on our couch dressed like that, snogging him and running her little white socked foot up and down his shins will stay with me for a long time. On another occassion she wore the same outfit, including those white cotton socks, with an incredible pair of black platform sandals. I remember it well as after he had gone I was allowed to suck her toes through her socks and then remove the shoes and clean them thoroughly with my tongue !

'There can't be many women my age who are lucky enough to have such a youthful and virile lover.'

'I know he's very untidy babe but he's young, it's how young men are. You don't mind tidying up after him do you sweetheart ? You know it turns me on watching you.'

'He was bound to brag to his friends you silly slave. Look on the bright side - when he leaves for uni there will be no shortage of eager aplicants to replace him !'

'You know I have to try really hard to please him. You don't want him telling his friends that your wife is a poor shag do you ?'

And yet more.......

'I know he sees other women. There is no way one woman could ever be enough for him. I do get jealous sometimes but I try not to think about it. Although if I ever see him with another woman I think I might rip her head off !'

'Its a good thing you have a decent salary honey, since you have to pay someone to satisfy your wife.'

'It's been so long, I can't even remember what your little thing looks like. It didn't do much for me before but I doubt if it would even touch the sides now.'

'How does it feel knowing that your shy respectable loving wife is a black man's slut ?'

'Darling, how would you feel if I had Jamister's baby? It would give me something to remember him by when he goes away to uni.'

On the day he came to say goodbye before leaving for uni my wife was all over him even more than usual. Having spent a couple of hours in her bedroom they then went into mine for another noisy session that I could hear from the kitchen. When they eventually emerged fully dressed she clung to him with tears streaming down her face as he shook my hand. I felt so embarrassed as she followed him to the door showering him with kisses and demanding he not forget her. After spending a long time at the front door cuddling and kissing and exchanging promises he began to walk down the drive. I watched from the window feeling so pathetic as my wife ran after him to give him yet more kisses and cuddles. Eventually she came back in and gave me an incredible treat ! My cock strained mightily against the metal walls of its primister as I was allowed to stand in front of her, hands behind my back, and carefully lick the tears from her cheeks. ' Good boy, taste my tears. Taste the tears of love your mistress sheds for her lover. It's the only taste of love you will ever have from me.'

Wow. Another great moment.

For a couple of months after Jamister left my wife had various little adventures with guys. Not wanting to go out alone she would have me take her to a nightclub several miles from our home. I would leave her to get takes or go to the toilet. More often than not I would return to find her being chatted up by some guy. I would hang back and wait for her signal. If she didn't like him she would wave and I would go to her and be introduced as her husband. That soon made them move on. If she did like him she would stick two fingers up at me and I would know to stay away. I would watch from a distance as she danced with some guy and then the snogging would start. Eventually she would go to the ladies where she would text me to either meet her outside or go home alone. If she went with a guy she would text me to collect her next morning.
A couple of times we went further afield and stayed in a hotel. Both times she was picked up in a nightclub and she took the guys back to our room. I was left to relax in the car.
Occassionally she went out on dates with guys again but most were one night stands. She also teased me that she was seeing guys during the day when I was at work.
She would taunt me about how much she needed sex with real men and what a dissappointment I was to her. She had me feeling so guilty that I did all I could to help her find the partners she needed. It was obvious though that something was missing. For both of us.
Then one morning she told me that she had a surprise for me.....

All I can say blue is fantastic! Can't wait for the surprise??

A few weeks went by with my wife's interest in seeing other men seeming to dwindle. She stopped asking me to take her out manhunting. Twice she went out alone saying she was going to see a friend. I was beginning to think that our game might have run its course. Part of me was happy and hopeful that my long denied release might be just around the corner. The thing was though, another part of me felt sad, even dissappointed that things had come to an end.
Then one night my wife called me into her bedroom. As I entered I noticed on her bed was a strap-on cock we had used in our games in the past. She used to like having me make love to her with the large fake penis while she teased and taunted me. Eventually she would cum and I would be allowed to remove the strap-on cock and slide my own desperate offering inside her stretched out pussy. Sometimes she would give me a time limit, other times she would wait till I was about to cum and then push me off. I would then have to cuddle up to her while she went to relax, powerd to wait until next morning for her permission to jerk off.
Next to the strap-on were some items of her clothing, a pair of silk pyjamas, fluffy dressing gown, laddered tights and worn nickers. 'Strip and put those on. I want the cock on the outside. Hurry up.' As I rushed to obey her I could see that she was dressed in a pair of old cotton pyjamas that I thought she had thrown out long ago. On top of those she wore a fluffy dressing gown, like the one I was pulling on but hers was white whilst mine was pink. Her feet were cozily encased in fluffy white socks and cute little fluffy slippers.
When I was dressed she lay on her bed looking up at me. 'That's an impressive cock you have there slave. Are you going to waste it or put it to good use?'
'Please maam....' I didn't know what to say.
Parting her legs and raising her knees she reached down to her crotch and I saw that she had pulled apart the stitching of her pyjama bottoms so that her pussy was accessible. 'I have covered myself up and covered you up so that there can be no flesh on flesh contact between us. That would not be fitting for a slave and his mistress would it?'
I was so excited I was shaking like a leaf. I was to be allowed to make love to my wife. Alright the circumstances were not ideal. In fact they would probably be totally unacceptable to any normal permister. But I was desperate. Not just for sexual relief - I could hardly get that with a strap-on - but for the closeness and affection most couples take for granted, a closeness I had been denied for so long now.
'You can get on top of me and slide that lovely manly cock inside me but be careful. You will not kiss me or touch my face with yours. You will not hold me and I will not hold you. I want you to support your weight on your arms. I don't want you squashing me. Do you understand?'
'Yes maam.' Ok it wasn't ideal but oh cuckolds brownie ! To be close to her again !
As I got in position and reached down to guide my fake penis inside her gorgeous pussy she turned her face away. ' Ok get on with it. Go slowly to start, I'll tell you when to speed up.'
I was in heaven and in hell at the same time. The sight of her beautiful face, her intoxicating smell, the feel on my skin as it rubbed the inside of her worn clothing. Oh fuck .... to be thrusting my hips again after so long ! But such *** ! Knowing I could not cum. Feeling my deprived cock swell in desperation against its cruel unyielding primister. I was filled with the desperate need to hold her, to crush my lips against hers, to tell her how much I loved her. I knew though that if I did any of those things, the things a married man should be able to take for granted with his wife, that she would stop me. She would push me away and I would feel the brunt of her anger. Maybe she would never trust me enough to do this again. I wanted her to be happy, to see that I would do anything for her. So I continued my ***d gentle thrusts as my darling wife laid under me, her hands at her sides, her face turned away from me. Eventually I was instructed to speed up. Then I watched as she reached to her bedside cabinet and picked up a photograph. I could see only the back of it as she held it to her face looking at it until, with a deep groan she came, planting loving kisses onto the photograph.
When she was done I was told to get off her. 'You can keep those clothes on slave and you may relax on the floor at the foot of my bed as a special treat. Oh and I want you to hold this and look at it while you go to relax.' She handed me the picture and I turned it over. It was a photograph of John her previous lover, taken on the beach somewhere. He was laid on the sand in a pair of red trunks smiling confidently into the camera.
'That's what a real man looks like slave. He doesn't need a strap on to make love to a woman. Have a good look and think about how sorry you are for powering me to loose him. More importantly, think about what you can do to make it up to me.'

Hi there guys and girls. Hopefully you are eagerly awaiting the next part and wondering what the surprise was that my wife promised, how she intends to move things on to a more serious level and how she expects me to make it up to her. Read on and all will be revealed. It would be great, by the way, if you could let me know your thoughts on how those questions are answered. Those who have described my tale as possibly the best ever - do you still feel that way? Those with some misgivings, how do you feel now? Please let me know. Thanks.

It was a Saturday afternoon and my wife had given me a special treat. She had dressed in her black leather mistress dress complete with black stockings and knee length black leather boots. The smell of leather has always been a real turn on for me but when it is mixed with her heady perfume it just totally spaces me out! I had been working extra hard to please her and had been encouraged by the apparent end to her casual affairs with various men. Alright I was still her slave but at least I was getting her full attention, or so I thought.
Having licked every adorable inch of both her boots, including the soles I was taking pleasure in inhaling their heady scent, rubbing my face against their warmth like a loyal pet. Her voice broke through my dream-like thoghts. 'Go and get the sac slave. Put it on your bed and strip naked. I'll be up in a minute.' I could not believe my good fortune. 'Oh and I want the mask too. Now hurry up before I change my mind.'
The sac was a rubber relax sac which fitted my body tightly from neck to toes. It had arm sleeves inside and a full length double zip. Once cocooned in its hot liquid embrace I was always completely at her mercy. In the past she would zip me inside it, then pull the tight rubber mask over my head. The mask had two tiny nose holes to allow me to breath and a large inflateable cock on the inside which made a highly effective gag. She would then unzip just my groin area and tease my cock to the very edge of orgasm before stopping and leaving me to struggle and plead in vain for relief. After doing this a number of times she would finally let me cum, although, if she was feeling really cruel she would leave go of my cock just as it began to spit, ruining my orgasm. Finally she would release me and, after showering, I would make passionate love to her.
Because of that history I could only assume she had something similar in mind. My pulse raced and I felt light headed as I speculated on how she might have found a way to relmove my infernal chastity device. Had she found another key? Or had she asked her former lover, John to give the keys back to her?

Fantastic story - can't wait for the next installment. Keep it up!

Blue,
I still can't understand my feelings on this one. I still can't quite believe it's true (although to be honest, I don't care either), I still can't see why you would want to stay with her, and I really can't see why she would want to stay with you. In spite of all that, I'm still rivited seeing how this tale unfolds. As you Americans would say, go figure.

'Right, lets get you into this thing.' I had srayed the inside of the rubber sac with silicone but it was still a struggle to get my arms into the sleeves as my wife held it up for me. After pulling the shoulders into place she had me lie down on the bed and slide my feet into the bottom section of the thick rubber sac. It took a little pulling and tugging from her to get everything in place and the zips done up. This was not a bondage item that I could have used myself and certainly not one from which I could ever escape unaided.
'There we go, all done. My little slave is all helpless, just how I like him. Now then,' she said, looking at her watch, ' we have a little time before our guest arrives, so what would you like to do slave?'
Guest ?! What guest? This was a private thing. She couldn't just bring someone else into it. Not without discussing it with me first !
I wanted to protest, even at the risk of making her angry but she knocked the breath out of me as she climbed onto my chest. Shuffling forward she brushed my face with her knickerless pussy. ' please maam, what do you mean our gue.....' The rest was sladyed as she lowered her moist shaven pussy directly onto my face. For a while she just sat, absolutely still, humming to herself. I had not had time to take a breath and was beginning to panic. I tried to turn my head to find some small gap, anything just so that I could snatch a desperate breath, but she went with me. Up and down, side to side. I couldn't shake her and I was becoming increasingly desperate. I could just manage to bend my legs and straighten them again but that had absolutely no effect at all. Now I was really beginning to panic. I trusted her. We had played bondage games many times. I enjoyed being her helpless victim but this was too much. She was taking this too far. Was she really trying to *** me or did she just not realise how desperate I was. I used my last breath to scream my desperation into her unyielding pussy. My world was closing in I was loosing consciousness when suddenly - light! I heaved in a breath, then another before she dropped her weight onto my face once more. I couldn't stand this. I was desperate. My whole body was soaked in sweat as every muscle struggled inside the rubber cocoon.
Finally she lifted and sat back on my chest.' It's alright sweetheart, no need to panic, I'm hear. I wouldn't let anything happen to you silly. I just need you to understand the helplessness of your situation. I am calling the shots here. The next few hours are going to be very important for both of us. I have to be sure that you are going to behave yourself. You are going to be a good boy for me aren't you?'
'Yes maam, I'll try.' What else could I say?
'Don't look so worried baby. If you're really good I may have a very nice reward for you. I take it you would like to take that nasty cage off for a while?'
Oh, cuckolds brownie yes ! Suddenly nothing else mattered, nothing !
'Good, now, if you don't mind I think I would like to enjoy some attention from that talented tongue of yours.'