Merry Christmas Darling

Well, I'm not really into things like clothes offense or beating, but I find your wife more and more erotic, cruel, bitchy (but subtile), and so on... She make this story wonderful.

John is horrible and sometimes I don't know what I want. Sometimes I want this situation between the three of you to continue over and over, to become more and more intense and cruel, but anyway... Sometimes I just want the husband (you) to stop it and to revolt. A real big vengeance would be welcome, finally. It's too much. It's an enormous turn on but it is too much.

Well... I really don't know. I suppose you often feel this contradiction.

It seems that John doesn't particularly like the situation and do it in the unique aim to keep your wife with him. A tension grows... I'm waiting for the next episode !

yes blue179 I am still enjoying the wifes attitude, I particulary like the way she has got her lover to ban her hubby from looking at and talking to her without lovers permission. Then not only does she trick hubby into talking to her, she tells hubby to confess to John when he will most probably be in a bad mood. Think hubby is in for a lot of beatings engineered for the wifes amusement. Thanks again cannot wait for the next installment, cheers.

quite honestly blue179 i find it a bit over the top. Love is based upon actions not words and your wife's actions just seem too unbelievable. I must confess to a morbid fascination as to how the story will end, and it is well written. It just seems a bit extreme to say the least.

Thanks for your comments guys and for your honesty. What I intend to do now is write short extracts about some of the things that have happened since. I will try to keep them in more or less chronological order. Hope you enjoy on whatever level. Please feel free to comment at any time. Thanks again for giving me the oportunity to get this off my chest.

It was a Sunday and John had gone out early. My wife told me to put my tracksuit on over my pink rubber maids outfit and replace the stilleto boots with a pair of trainers. We then drove to a the football field in the local park. As we arrived together there were quite a few spectators dotted around the sidelines. It must have been obvious as we stood there that we were man and wife. She even hooked her arm through mine and cuddled up to me as it was quite cold.
When the players came out I realised that we were here to watch my wife's lover John play. I have no real interest in the game but my wife cheered and clapped every time her lover had the ball and he occassionally waved to her. When he scored he came trotting over and my wife jumped into his arms to congratulate him while I stood there feeling like a complete fool.
At half time we walked over to where the team was grabbing a quick take and talking tactics. My wife left me to go over to him and give him a cuddle. There were cheers from John's team mates and some rather rude comments as she kissed him deeply.
During the second half I was concious a a few curious stares focussed in our direction which made me very uncomfortable. Despite the cold weather though, my cock was fit to burst against the walls of its stainless steel primister. I wondered what they would all think if they could see what I was wearing under my tracksuit.
When the game ended we waited outside the changing rooms. Eventually John came out and wandered over with a couple of his mates. He introduced them to my wife as his girlfriend which almost had me cumming on the spot. I was totally ignored as they all chatted and flirted good naturedly.
After a while another guy came over and said that they were all headed to the pub for a couple of pints. John invited my wife and without even acknowledging me she happily agreed. Then John shouted for his mates to bring their dirty strips over to him before they left. Apparantly it was an arrangement that after each game the guys would take turns to take the strips home and have their wives wash them ready for next time. It was John's turn but he told everyone to give the dirty strips to me. I soon had a pile at my feet and he threw his sports bag down telling me to put them all in there. So while virtually the hole team stood around watching I knelt to stuff the strips into the overflowing bag. Then John said so everyone could hear, ' Make sure you iron them as well and fold them properly.' Then arm in arm with my giggling wife he turned and left, his team mates laughing at me before turning to follow him.

You'll remember that my wife and her lover John had devised a schedule whereby I was to spend Saturday and Sunday with them in my own home. Monday and Tuesday I was to spend alone at John's flat. Wednesday they would join me there and then Thursday and Friday I would go home for two days alone while they remained at John's flat. It was pretty hard to deal with. I hated being away from my wife. It was bad enough when I had to relax in the spare room while John took my place in her bed. Her being with him at his flat without me was awful. Worst of all though was being alone at his flat while he was with her in my house. It was incredibly lonely, especially at first. Eventually my wife moved some of her things to his flat and that was very painful in some ways but at least it meant that I had something of hers to look at, cuddle and smell on my lonely nights relaxing on his couch. I was not allowed to use his bed as that was to be kept for their exclusive use.
My wife became quite inventive with her long distance teasing. She would text me to tell me he was inside her or that he had just made her cum. The phone would ring and when I answered it I would hear heavy breathing, grunts and squeels as they fucked each others brains out. Occassionally they would take pictures of themselves together, sometimes making love other times just kissing or cuddling, then leave them pinned to the notice board for me.
Sometimes they would pay me a surprise visit. Usually it was because they had been for a night out and his flat was closer for them. I would then have the pleasure of listening to their lust as they copulated wildly on his bed whilst I lay in the next room on the couch. The flat was small and the walls very thin so I never missed a sound.
One of my favourite duties was to change the sheets on their bed. I would spend that night wrapped in the dirty linen smelling my wife and feeling close to her before washing and ironing them next day.
On Monday mornings when I left them together at our house and on Thursdays when I left them at his flat my wife would give me a dirty pair of her sexy little knickers telling me not to wash them until I saw her again that way if she decided not to see me again I could keep them as a reminder of how sexy she was.

It was a Saturday so I was at our house with my wife and her lover. They were inside while I was on the drive washing what used to be my car, until my wife had 'suggested' that I give it to him to use as his car was old and unreliable. Absorbed in my task I jumped when a voice behind me said 'Hi man, is she in ?' Turning around I was startled to see Jamister stood there with a big smile on his face. Jamister you remember, was a young black guy who had been my wife's lover after she broke up with John. He had gone to uni and my wife had gotten back with John shortly afterwards.
Thinking that this could prove a little awkward I stuttered a polite hello and was about to lie and say my wife was out when she opened the back door and called for him to come in. I presumed she had seen him walking up the drive and wondered if she had been expecting him.
Finishing my task as quickly as possible I made for the back door, keen to see what was going on. How would the notoriously jealous John take to Jamister? Had my wife told him about her affair with Jamister? Lots of questions. I opened the door to find the three of them in the kitchen. My wife was sitting on the breakfast table dressed in her school-girl outfit, legs dangling over the edge while the two guys stood either side of her beers in hand. They all seemed to be getting on just fine.
'Ah, there you are boy, just in time to get us another beer. And get your wife another glass of wine.'
Serving the takes I could see my wife was already tipsy. She was laughing and joining in the conversation with the guys. From what they said it seemed that they had all met in a pub the previous week, quite by accident. My wife had told John about the relationship she had had with Jamister and, probably under the influence of holy water John had suggested they get together for a threesome. My wife had been so relieved that John had not gone mad with jealousy that she had agreed. I wondered how sure she was now, if she had to get tipsy with wine to relax enough to go through with it.
Eventually, after another take John told me to remove my tracksuit and show Jamister my outfit. I was wearing the pink rubber maids uniform and Jamister was in tears laughing when he saw it. I had to go and put on the matching stilleto boots to finish the effect and when I returned, my face still red with embarrassment, the guys were in the process of stripping off their clothes to my wife's eager chants of 'Off, off, off !'
I had forgotten just how big Jamister was as I stared in awe at his rapidly growing manhood. John was far from small but Jamister was huge.
'Let's do it here, I want you both to take me right here in the kitchen,' my wife demanded as the two men oggled her beauty and sroked their cocks to full size.
'Well' said John magnanamously, 'I think it's only fair that our guest should go first.'
'Thanks man, ' Jamister smiled, not taking his eyes off my wife, ' I've been dreaming about getting back to this for months.'
'Go get her tiger!' John laughed, as Jamister stepped forward and embraced my wife crushing her to him, their lips mashing together. She was soon reaching for his cock as he pulled away to slide off her knickers. 'Did you bring some rubbers babe?' she panted.
'Yip,' he replied, in my coat.
'Don't just stand there you useless fuck !' she scolded me.'Get them for him.'
I searched two pockets before finding them and, as I passed John who was leaning against the sink watching his girlfriend with her ex-lover, her cracked me across the top of the head. 'Hurry up you fucking wimp. That guy is not gonna wait !'
Unpacking the rubbers I handed one to my wife and she slid it into place on Jamister's cock, her mouth never leaving his. Then both John and I watched enthralled as that giant cock dissapeared slowly inside my gasping eager wife. Her cries were gutteral as she began to cum just from the initial penetration of that monster tool. Her eyes opened wide and she reached for John. Holding his hands she heaved and bucked against Jamister, her ass bouncing up and down on the edge of the kitchen table. Jamister remained still throughout, holding her, letting her take the relief she craved. 'Just like old times he smiled.'

T.B.C.

Leaving go of John's hands my wife laid back on the table to savour a solid pounding from Jamister's huge cock. John had me get him another beer then we both stood watching her writhe and moan as her black lover took his pleasure. She had admitted to me in the past how much it turned her on that Jomister would just use her like a fuck toy, deriving his own pleasure whilst giving no thought to hers. I guess that cock coupled with the sight of his black virile young body contrasting with her white skin was enough. I hoped too that she was thinking of me and being turned on especially hard by the presence of her husband, standing impotent while she performed as a complete slut to these two men. I looked at John to see how he was taking it. As he caught my glance he ordered me to the floor behind Jamister and I was told to kiss his thrusting ass and thank him for pleasuring my wife.
'Fuck yea man,' Jamister laughed, 'Kiss my black ass while I drill your old lady. I forgot how good she feels man. Maybe not quite so tight now she's getting fucked regular by a real cock huh? But thats fine by me, I can still fill this bitch up aint that right baby?' he asked, looking at my wife as she moaned under him.
'Oh yes baby, fuck me. Let my husband and my lover see how you fuck me. I missed your big black cock so much. I need it now. I need you to fuck meeeeee!'
She was coming again as Jamister speeded his thrusts, his ass smacking into my face as I tried in vain to time my kissing of his rump correctly.
'Oh fuck yea! Here it comes baby. I been saving this for you. I'm gonna fucking cum so deep you gonna taste it in your fucking mouth. Oh fuuuuuuck!'
Eventually his thrusting was reduced to small shivers as he collapsed on top of my wife's sweating body. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply, her legs sliding up and down his.
'Get this man a beer slave, he fucking earned it!' Ordered John. When I brought it I had to stand holding it while my wife whispered in his ear just loud enough for me to hear, ' You are amazing baby. I love it when you show my pathetic wimp of a husband how a black man takes his woman.' Winking at me she kissed his cheek and he stood up holding onto his cock as he slid from her, ensuring that tha condom stayed on. His cock still looked huge even when soft and looking down at it as I passed him the beer I could see an enormous wadge of thick creamy looking spunk filling the end. Seeing me looking he asked me,'What you looking at man? You want this or something?'
'Yes,' squeeled my wife, 'I think he does. Slave take Jamister's condom and tie a knot in it. Then get some string from under the sink. I want you to make yourself a necklace. A spunk necklace.'
As I did as my wife asked her lover John stepped forward and leaned over to kiss her. 'Did you enjoy that babe?' She asked him.
'Yea I did actually. In fact I might give you away more often. Whenever I feel like it I'll line up somebody to fuck you. Then, if you're a good girl and do as I say I might reward you by fucking you myself.'
'Darling,' my wife replied, ' We don't fuck, we make love. There's a difference. But it would show my wimp husband who owns his wife now wouldn't it?'
Sitting up she embrased John and turned to me as I stood to one side, Jamister's used and well filled condon tied to the string hanging from my neck. 'Would you find that sexy slave ? If my lover could give me to anyone he liked. Would it drive you nuts that your wife is another man's whore?'
'Yes maam it would.' I answered honestly.
'Enough talking, turn around, I want to show Jamister how I take your ass.'
'Oh yes, baby, I'd love that. You know my ass is just for you. I'll fuck anyone you tell me to but my ass I'm gonna keep only for you.'
I watched then as my wife bent forward over the table and John slid his impressive weapon into her stretched pussy and then withdrew it to slide easily into her cute little ass. The lubrication from her used pussy allowed him to sink his naked manhood straight in till his balls swung under to slap her outer lips.
'Oh fuck, Jamister you have gotta find yourself a woman that lets you do that. It is amazing! You fucking own a bitch when you take her like this. Not this one though,' he added, 'This one is mine.' As he began to thrust my wife gripped the edge of the table and moaned, 'Oh cuckolds brownie John baby ! I love you, I love you, oh fuck my ass, I love you.'
Jamister was standing leaning against the fridge, still naked, his rapidly re-inflating cock in his hand as he gently massaged it and watched John fuck my wife's ass. I wished fervently that I could have done the same with my own less impressive but desperately eager imprimistered manhood.

Turning to me with a huge grin on his face John said,' Get over here boy. Under the table. Kiss my sluts feet while I fuck her arse.' Eager for any chance of contact with my wife I did as he demanded. I kissed her shiny little shoes and even her cute little white socks as she moaned her love for another man.
'Now get your head up and lick her pussy. Do a good job slave and I might let you go next.' I needed no more encouragement. Bending my neck back at a painfull angle I gorged myself on her sweet married pussy. In seconds she was cumming. To hear her you would have thought she was being ***ed. She screamed and swore, thrashed and bucked as her lover held her pressed down on the table. When she finally finished John said to Jamister, 'Watch this ,' then to me, 'Hey fuckface get that tongue out of my whore's pussy and use it on my balls.' What ? I had never done that before. I was not in the least gay and frankly the idea appalled me. 'You wanna go at sticking your useless little dick in my bitch or not slave?'
Decision time ! Shit I was thinking with my dick again. As I gently licked his large and heavy balls he once more began thrusting into my wife's unfaithfull ass.
'Yea man ! That is awsome. Make that fucker lick you. What a fucking looser ! Licking some guy's balls while he fucks his wife's ass. Awsome. Absolutely awsome man !'
Suddenly I felt John's balls lift and he gave several hard and deep thrusts accompanied by deep bestial grunts as he filled my gorgeous wife's ass with his thick cream.
I stayed kneeling under the table while they recovered. I heard Jamister say he was ready for another go at some sweet married pussy but then to my delight John said it was my turn! 'Take it easy Jamister. Lets have some fun first. You'll get a real laugh out of this.' That didn't sound to encouraging but I was past caring as I followed his instructions to get out from under the table.
My wife turned over and told me to lift my dress so she could unlock me. 'It's tease time again sweetheart,' she smiled at me. While she lay back on the table top John had me ask Jamister for one of his condoms. 'Please sir may I have a condom?'
'Why you want a condom slave?' John teased. 'Please sir, so I can ....' I didn't know what to say. Fuck my wife? It would hardly be that impressive after their show. Make love to her? Could I do that in my position. I was her slave wasn't I ?
'You want to put that pathetic excuse for a dick in my woman, is that it ?'
'Yes sir, please.' I sounded pathetic even to myself. Fortunately Jamister came to my rescue. 'Give the guy a break. He looks fucking desperate. He's the only one around here not fucking her and she's his wife !' They all laughed at that and Jamister threw me a condom.
My hans shook and my desperate manhood twitched as I slid the rubber in place. Turning to face my wife I stepped between her dangling legs, cock in hand.
'Ask nicely slave,' she smiled up at me. 'Please maam may I put it in?'
'I'm not the only one here,' she hinted. 'Please maam, please sirs, may I put my cock inside my.......... my mistress.'
'Thats better. Now slowly. We don't want any accidents. Show Jamister what a good slave you are.'

Blue, I think you may be learning to tease from your wife. What a place to stop.

This last part is one of the best yet. ^_^

Still a great story Blue
A. Smith

Thanks guys, nice of you to let me know you're still tuned in.

There are no words to describe the feeling as my bursting cock slipped inside my wife's sopping pussy. It was not the tight fit I remembered and I felt a moment of profound loss as I realised that it never would be again. My sorrow was soon forgotten though as I felt her heat through the condom and she wrapped her legs around my thighs.
'Is it in yet, I can't feel a thing,' she laughed. Then as I began to very slowly slide my cock in and out, 'I know I must be a little stretched after Jamister but this is ridiculous. You know I read on the internet that caging a mans cock for long periods can actually cause it to shrink. I didn't believe it at the time but I think you are living proof slave.' Her taunts only got me more inflamed and I barely found the breath to tell her I was near.
'Stop,' she laughed,' Stop. I can't believe this. Are you the man I married? Have I really been putting up with this for twenty five years?'
I just stood shaking and sweating, my eyes down, not daring to look my own wife in the face.
'Start again slave, slowly you stupid cuckolds brownie !' I was going as slowly as I could. The urge to bang away at full steam till I shot my bolt into her unfaithfull pussy was unbearable. 'I just got fucked by a handsome black guy half my age with a huge cock. Then I took it up the ass from my gorgeous lover. They both made me cum so hard I thought I would die. And now I have you. My little cuckold slave husband with his needle dick ! You really are pathetic aren't you ? Standing there with Jamister's condom hanging from your neck.'
'Please maam,' I wailed, 'I'm nearly there again.'
'Well stop you idiot. Now let me hear you beg. You know how to beg don't you?'
'Yes maam. Please may I cum maam. I need it so bad maam. I'll do anything you say, I promise. Please maam, please may I cum now.' I was gritting my teeth and trying desperately to think about anything but sex. I could feel the backed up spunk boiling inside my aching balls. I was afraid I was going to cum without moving.
'I think you should ask Jamister my pet. He is our guest after all, and your master has given him my pussy for the day. If you want to use it you'd better ask him.'
Turning my head to look at Jamister I shamelessly pleaded my case. 'Please sir, may I cum in my wife...... I mean my mistress' pussy. It's been so long. Please sir!'
'Well,' he smiled, 'Let me think.' His pause seemed to last an hour. My thighs were going into cramp, every muscle in my boddy was tensed. 'No I don't think so. I'm gonna be using it again myself soon. I don't want you cumming in it till I'm done.'
'Oh fuck, please maam!' I begged, turning back to my wife.
'There's always her ass I guess,' suggested Jamister, an amused grin on his face. 'But you'd need your master's permission for that.'
Turning to John I knew I would be wasting my time as he stood there naked, arms crossed over his chest, cock standing proudly to attention once more, shaking his head no. Refusing to give him the pleasure of torturing me further I looked back to my wife and risked looking into her eyes.
'Sorry baby, it's not going to be today. Soon though I promise. It's not long to your birthday now. Not long.'
I had to close my eyes and fetish back a sob of pure lust and desperation. Unlocking her legs my wife sat up and pushed me back so that my cock popped from her warm embrace. 'Get some ice and lets get you put away now sweetheart. I think the guys are ready for some more.'
As I held a bag of ice to my groin she grabbed both guys by their cocks and led them into the lounge. 'I want to see that little thing locked up in one minute slave or you're in trouble,' she called over her shoulder.
The ice did its work and I hurried to replace the infernal cock cage. Stepping into the lounge to show my wife I was greeted by the sight of her sitting on Jamister's lap riding his cock, eagerly sucking at John's cock as he stood behind the couch.
She stopped bouncing and held John's cock still in her mouth while she used one hand to check my cage was securely fixed. 'Ok now go tidy the kitchen.'

A lttle later she came out into the kitchen holding another of Jamister's used condoms. Sitting up on the table once more she told me to take off her right shoe. 'Now take this,' she said, handing me the full condom.'Pour it into my shoe.' Having done that I was instructed to take off her cute little white sock, replace her dainty stilleto and remove the other one. 'Ooh that feels all sqidgy,' she laughed. My cock was straining futilely at its primister as I thought about her tiny perfectly formed toes wriggling around in Jamister's sperm. ' Now the one round your neck goes in that shoe.'
Both shoes replaced she stood and walked back into the lounge, calling back to me, 'You can go to bed when you're finished in there slave.'
As I passed the lounge on my way to the stairs I caught a tantalising glimps through the doorway. This time my sexaholic wife was kneeling on the carpet doggy style. Her lover John was holding her waist as he pounded her ass and shouted encouragement to Jamister who was obligation her on his big cock.
In my room I undressed and put on an old nighty my wife had given me, slipping exhausted between the covers. My dosing was interupted when my wife walked in and switched on the light. 'Out of bed quickly cuckie slave,' she demanded. 'Kneel at my feet. Now a little reward for my faithful hubby. Take off my shoe and lick Jamister's spunk from my foot.' Doing as she asked I was filled with such a sense of peace. Surely no one permister could possibly surrender themselves to another any more than I was doing right then. This was what we had always talked about, what I had always longed for. To be hers completely.
After doing both feet and listening to her apreciative moans and giggles I gave each tiny foot a final kiss of worship.
'Good boy, now Jamister has gone home so I'm going to have a lovely hot bath with your master them he and I are going to snuggle up in bed and go to relax in each others arms. You need to clean the insides of my shoes then you can cuddle them while you go to relax. Goodnight my cuckolded slave husband.'
'Goodnight maam,' I replied looking up at her lovingly.
'Eyes down slave. Remember your place please.'
'I'm sorry maam,' I said as I dropped my gaze.' Please maam, I love you so much. Thank you for doing this.'
'Oh dear. You silly slave. First you look me in the face and then you speak to me without permission. You still have a lot to learn. Punishment day for you tomorrow I think. Tell you what, would you like me to beat your stupid slave ass or shall I ask John to do it?'
'Please maam, will you do it?'
'We'll see. Now off to bed. Don't forget the shoes. Think of me while you're licking up that sticky cum. Think of your wife taking those lovely cocks. Think of me cumming for Jamister. Think of me cuddled up to John in the next room. Sweet dreams my love.'

Great writing! Fantastic story! THANKS!

The night before my birthday my wife had me go into the loft to retrieve her wedding dress. The plan had been for her to wear it to renew our wedding vows on our twenty fifth anniversary. She was really proud when she tried it on and it still fit perfectly ! I wondered what was going on as I continued with the housework. My wife had insisted that I should wear the victorian maid's outfit and once I had retrieved her dress from the loft my discomfort was added to. She had her lover John pull the laces on the corset so tight I could barely breath. Then my ankles were tethered so that I could only take tiny steps. Finally they produced a leather bondage belt which tied around my waist and had a leather cuff each side for my wrists. The cuffs were on short chains so that I could raise my hands no higher than my chest. If you think housework is a pain try doing it like that !
While my wife bathed and dressed John proceeded to harrass me at every turn. He shouted and complained that I was not working fast enough. Three times he stopped me and had me hold out my hands palm up so that he could administer some 'encouragement ' , as he put it , with a short bamboo cane. So it went on. My list of chores seemed endless as I hobred around , my hands stinging and tears rolling down my face.
It was a relief when he went into my wife's bedroom to get himself ready. Ready for what I wondered. All I could think of was that tomorrow was my birthday and my wife had promised that on that day she would let me cum. I had been teased so cruelly and for so long, I was petrified in case either of them found some excuse not to allow my long overdue orgasm to take place.
When my wife appeared in the kitchen doorway I just stood spellbound and speachless. She looked so beautiful. All the memories of our wedding day came flooding back. Then all the times we had together in the happy years since then. My throat tightened, my eyes welled with fresh tears and my caged cock tried desperately to expand as she lifted her dress to show me the blue lace garter at the top of her white stocking.
She ordered me into the lounge where her lover John was waiting dressed smartly in a black morning suit. My wife joined him and they stood together as if about to be married.
'I told John about my old wedding dress slave and he had a really cool idea. Instead of you and I renewing our vows we thought it would be more apropriate, not to mention more fun, if we had a little wedding ceremony. After all, John and I are , to all intents and purposes, man and wife already. Making it kind of official is just so romantic and also such a tease for you my little cucky. Unfortunately, for obvious reamisters, we don't have a registrar so you will have to do. You remember the words don't you sweety?'
I was gob smacked. My unfaithful wife wanted me to marry her to another man!
'Come hear cucky, we have a present for you first.'
The present was a necklace with her wedding ring and engagement ring on it. Reaching round she fastened it behind my neck. 'I want you to wear that at all times slave so you never forget that I rejected you for another man. I will never divorce you but in every other way I will be John's wife. I know how much the idea of me doing that has always turned you on and I'm very happy to finally make your wish come true.'
Shit, she was right. I was so turned on right then, so spaced out by this whole scenario I really thought I might ruin my big orgasm tomorrow by actually cumming right there and then, dribbling my spunk through the hole in my cage staring at my gorgeous wife.
'Right, lets do this,' John said, taking command. 'Here's the ring, now say the words.'
'Oh darling let him see what it says on the ring first,' suggested his bride.
My stomache churned as I squinted to see the tiny letters engraved inside the wedding band - it was his name, a heart then her name.
Giving the ring back I asked in a trembling voice, 'Please sir do you take this woman to be your wife?'
'You better believe it cucky boy !' he replied.
'Please maam, do you take this man to be your husband?'
She looked deeply into his eyes before turning back to me smiling so sweetly it broke my heart. 'For you my darling, for the fullfillment of your greatest fantasy, but also for me, because I so love being a complete bitch to you, I do.'
'Please sir, kiss the bride,' I whispered.
'I'll do more than that boy,' he laughed, as her lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. 'Follow cuck,' he demanded.
Once in the bedroom I was told to sit in a chair they must have brought in earlier. My unfaithful wife lay on the bed in her wedding dress as her lover removed my leg and wrist cuffs only to tie me securely to the chair with bondage tape. Then, my wife reached under her dress to remove her white silk knickers. She handed them to John and her stuffed them into my mouth before using duct tape to secure them in place.
I watched mesmerised as he quickly undressed and lay beside my darling wife. Their kissing and carressing was urgent and passionate until they paused long enough for my wife to inform me, 'What you see here tonight could have been yours slave. It should have been yours. Instead I choose to give it to John. I give myself completely to him. He is my husband now and I am his loving wife. I do this because I know how insane with lust and longing it will make you, and because it turns me on so much to reduce you to that state. I love my new husband. I need him. I want him. I hope you like the first part of your birthday present my little cucky slave.'
Turning to him smiling sweetly she spoke in a voice heavy with lust, ' Make love to me as my husband for the first time. I love you.'
He groaned and she squeeled as he entered her.

Wow, that is simply the best post I have ever read. It ran the emotional mile. :o

Tied to the chair I got no relax at all that night. Part of me was incredibly excited about being allowed to finally cum the next day after waiting for over a year. A year where I had seen my beautiful wife turn into a complete slut, but not for me, for another man ! Unfortunately another part of me was dreading the possibility that my wife and / or her lover John might change their mind at the last minute. There was no way I could cope with that, no way !
During the night my wife removed her wedding dress, underwear and stockings. She threw them over me and left me sitting there like a clothes basket. I could move my hands just enough to grip her dress and I hung onto it all night, my cock inflating with desire to the point of bursting one minute, then deflating the next as dread of being denied yet again seized me, turning my stomache to ice.
Early next morning I was treated to the sight of my naked wife waking her lover with a long slow blow job. As morning light penetrated the drawn curtains I could make out every detail as he gripped her long dark hair and fucked his cream into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged and a little river of cum leaked from her gorgeous lips as he groaned his release. If only I could be allowed one tenth of the satisfaction he must have felt !
When he got up and went into the bathroom my wife came over to me and bent over to plant a long wet kiss on my lips. Her darting tongue slipped between my teeth to carry her lover's taste to my mouth. Laughing at the obvious lust her actions instilled in me she skipped off to prepare John's breakfast.
A little later John came back and , having dressed he retrieved from a drawer a long thin cane. Smiling wickedly he walked toward me. My eyes were glued to that cruel stick of bamboo as he swished it through the air. The next thing I knew he had thrown my dress over my head leaving my thighs exposed above my black nylons.
'Listen up slave, ' I heard him order through the thick material of my uniform dress. ' I'm going out so you are going to be here along with my woman. Normally that's not allowed, as you know. At her request I'm making an exception. What I don't want is for you to get carried away and take advantage of my kindness. You will behave at all times like a good slave.' SWISH - CRACK the cane sliced into my thighs. Straining against my bonds I cried out my pain.
'You will behave as if I am still here.' SWISH CRACK again. Agony !
'If you put one foot wrong I will make you wish you were dead !' SWISH - CRACK I couldn't stand it !
'You do exactly as she tells you, nothing more. She is not your wife, she is your mistress.' SWISH - CRACK - SWISH - CRACK. Please, please no more !
'YOU are nothing but a fucking useless excuse for a man. You are a slave, a fucking cuckold wimp. Make sure you act like one.' SWISH - CRACK again and again. The pain was unbearable. I couldn't stand one more slicing impact, yet I had to.
When the cane finally stopped falling I was a blubbering ball of crying, snivelling jelly. What a start to my big day !

I was still sobbing quietly when my wife came in and pulled my dress down. 'Oh dear, what's wrong with you?' She asked. I tried to tell her but could make no words clear through my gag. Surely though, she had seen my thighs which must have been covered in angry red lines?
'I've warned you before not to upset John but you will keep doing it won't you sweety?'
Me upset him?
'Now come on stop crying. Be a brave little slave for me and I'll get you free.'
Once released I was told to shower and remove the gag then report to her in the dining room naked. When I got there she helped me to slip into the rubber relax sac and lie down on the big dining table. Pulling me around until she was happy with my position she proceeded to use some small ratchet straps to tie me down to the table. These were like the straps used on heavy goods vehicles to secure loads but smaller and lighter. She placed one over my ankles and tightened it . Another went just above my knees then a third and fourth across my hips and chest. The result for me was complete immobility. I could still move my head and wriggle my fingers a little inside the sleeves of the rubber sac but that was it.
Climbing onto my chest my gorgeous wife smiled down at me. 'Before we start I just wanted to show you something slave.' She lifted her leather mini skirt and raised up on her knees to pull down the waistband of her little black lace thong. Was that....... I raised my head to get a better look. Yes, right above her smoothly shaved pussy was a tattoo ! It was a heart with hers and John's initials inside ! How could she do that? She had permanently marked her beautifull skin. She would carry his initials forever!
'Do you like it slave?' She taunted. 'John does so I don't really care if you do. I just wanted you to see it. I wanted you to carry the picture of your beautifull sexy wife's tattooed pussy in your head. I want you to keep it and what it means in your mind while I *** you. You can do that for me can't you slave?'
'Yes maam,' I could hardly do otherwise.
'Now lets get your hood on.'
The rubber hood was tight around my head as the cock gag inflated to fill my mouth. I could smell and taste her piss and my eyes were stinging with it. 'Yes sweetheart I did leave you something in there to remind you of me,' she laughed as she laid a final strap across my forehead and tightened it untill I could no longer move my head even a millimeter in any direction.
My breathing was rapid as I struggled to pull enough air through the tiny nose holes. Then suddenly there was none at all as I felt my wife's fingers cover the holes. So it was I began to panic !

Ouf !!! very exciting your last part...

'Shhhh baby,' she cooed as she stroked my face with her other hand. 'It's ok I'm here.' I knew that but I couldn't fucking breath! Then suddenly her fingers were gone and I desperately heaved air through the tiny nose holes of the mask. I felt her fingers trace a line down my body and over my caged cock. Every nerve was super sensitive as she unzipped the rubber sac just over my groin. Involuntarily I tried to thrust my hips upward but it was useless. The straps did there job and I remained motionless.
I was overcome with joy and longing as I felt that damnable cage being removed. My cock popped out like a cork from a champaign bottle and, if not secured I would surely have been humping the air by then.
'Now I mustn't forget my gloves. We don't want to get you in more trouble with John do we dear?' The sound of latex gloves being slipped onto her hands was followed by the most excuisite feeling of my life ! My wife was running one finger from the base of my cock up along the unerneath to a point just behind the swollen head. I cried out unintelligably and she stopped. 'Take it easy sweetheart. Take your time. You're so impatient.'
Impatient ! I had waited for this for over a year !
'You know I love torturing you like this.' Her finger was back, joined this time by a finger from her other hand which gently caressed my aching blue balls.
'Oh fuuuuuuuck, cuckolds brownie, fuuuuuck, aaaaaaah !' I screamed as laughing softly she stopped again.
'You have no idea how turned on this is getting me slave. If you weren't wearing that mask I'd be suffocating you under my pussy right now. I wish John hadn't gone out. I need his big cock inside me right now !'
I didn't give a cuckolds brownie right then whose cock she got inside her. I just needed those fingers back. Anything, I would do absolutely any fucking thing at all just to have them back !
The *** went on and on. I was constantly on the verge of cumming as I sweated and gasped for air. It struck my delerious mind how odd it was that I was straining every muscle in my boddy to breaking point in shear desperation while to an observer I would have appeared to be completely imobile and passive, only my shreaked entreaties to give away my true state.
After a slightly longer break my wife came back in the room to tell me she had phoned her lover John. 'I can't help it I need his cock so much. You don't mind if he comes back and I take a few minutes out to get some relief do you slave? It's your faul I'm in this state anyway isn't it?'
My fault ? She thought she was desperate ? I had waited over a fucking year !
About an hour more of this delicious agony ended when John came back. My wife squeeled in joy and rushed him upstairs. Before she left me there she placed one of her cute little fluffy slippers over my nose holes and the other she slipped onto my cock. 'I want that still hard when I get back cucky,' she warned me. That was not going to be a problem !

AWESOME STORY!!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE CONTINUE!!!!

Excellent work, very hot!

The waiting was *** in itself. My head was filled with images of my gorgeous wife being fucked senseless by her lover John. When she eventually came back she stood laughing for a while at the fluffy slipper she had slid onto my bursting cock as it twitched madly. 'Well I guess you missed me right honey?' I could only grunt desperately in reply.
'I hope you've been taking lots of deep breaths slave, because you're gonna need them,' she advised, as once more she used her dainty fingers to close off my air supply.
'You don't need air slave. All you need is the opportunity to serve your mistress. Isn't that right ?' I didn't entirely agree but I was in no position to argue. Just as I thought I would surely pass out she removed her fingers. Her timing was perfect. As I heaved in a desperate breath she placed her mouth over my air holes and breathed out. I could taste her in the second hand air and my straining cock twitched even harder. As soon as I breathed out she removed her lips and covered the holes in my mask with her fingers once more. So it went on. I have no idea how many times I sucked her used breath desperately into my starved lungs. All I could think of was her taste in my mouth. Her smell. How I needed her to touch me. Lightly would be fine. Just a few gentle tugs on my ***d cock and I would be there I was sure. I didn't even care if I never breathed again. I just had to come !
When she finally tired of her game, my wife removed her slipper from my still twitching cock. She must have felt inside it as I heard her gasp of disgust. 'You filthy pig. I let you borrow my slipper and you make a mess in it with your slimy pre cum. How dare you?! You have no respect at all do you?'
I had every respect. I had oceans of respect for her. Not to mention love and desire. Unfortunately I had no way to tell her that as she left me and strode out, her stilletoes stamping angrily across the floor.

When she came back she seemed in a different mood entirely and I marvelled, not for the first time, at her ability to keep changing tack, keeping me guessing, always on the back foot. As she gently stroked my rubber encased face I burst into tears. I couldn't help it. Tears of desperate frusration. Tears of love and yearning for my beautiful wife. She must have realised I was crying as she gently shushed me, 'There, there, it's ok baby. I'm here.' I would have given anything just to be able to reach out and touch her, but that was not an option. Then I heard her lover speak and realised he had come in with her.
'Bend over him, I want him to hear me taking your ass. I want him to hear his wife fucking loosing it with me burried balls deep inside her.'
I felt her resting her head on my chest then her delicate fingers closed around my cock . I heard her cry of pain mixed with lust as he began to thrust into her. They must both have been very excited by their treatment of me because in just a few minutes their cries became frantic, the rocking of their bodies quicker and more pronounced until, with a bestial growl, he emptied himself into her beautiful ass and she released my steel hard cock to reach underneath herself and rub frantically at her swollen clit, squealing for him to fuck her ass to take it, to fucking own her ! I could have cum, I was almost there. Just her unmoving grip had been enough. Another few seconds that was all I needed. Oh fuck, no! No no no ! I couldn't take this anymore. Nobody could take this. I screamed my frustration around the rubber gag as every muscle strained to fight desperately against my unyielding bonds. I ******.

I don't know how long I was out, it could have been minutes or hours. I was woken by John slapping my face. 'Hey cucky boy wake up. Its not over yet. Your mistress is just taking a break, getting cleaned up after the awesome ass fucking I just gave her. I never knew a woman who loved her ass taken like she does. I can't understand why you never did her there. Just not man enough I guess.' Actually I had suggested it a couple of times in the past but she had always refused in such a way that it was very clear that the idea sickened and disgusted her.
'She really is quite something your wife, or should I say mistress? Certainly the best fuck I ever had, by a long way. Beautiful as well, isn't she?' I had to agree with him there. 'That long dark silky hair, those big green eyes. Legs and ass to die for. And she's all mine now. Her looks, her smell, that infectious laugh, all for me. I can't believe you gave her up. I guess you must get something out of it but fuck knows what. Not that I care anyway. I'm in love with her. Do you understand cucky? I'm telling you, I'm in love with your wife. You know what else? She's in love with me. She tells me all the time. When I cuddle her. When I kiss her. When I make love to her. She's mine now slave. You've lost her for good. You wife belongs to me.'
His words were still ringing in my ears as he left. The gravity of my situation overwhelmed me so much I thought I would pass out again until I was jolted back to conciousness by the feel of my wife's hand on my hopelss cock. Suddenly I was rock hard again. All that John had said only made the situation more erotic as once again all that existed for me was the urgent need to cum.
'There you go baby, is that nice?' One finger gently tracing tiny circles on the underside of my cock, right there under the head. 'I told you I would make it ok didn't I? You have to trust me sweetheart. You have to trust that I know what's best for both of us.'
Oh fuck yes! It was cumming! My aching long denied balls were swelling as they gathered over a years worth of pent up sperm. So long to wait, to be teased and then cruelly denied. Finally, finally ! My head was swimming, my universe shrunk to the one last circle of my wife's petite little finger I needed.
Leaning over to whisper in my ear she finally showed the mercy I had yearned and begged her for. 'You know its true don't you? I'm in love with John.'
Fuck it was too much to bear. It felt like a brick was trying to explode through my titanium rigid cock. I had a moment of panic as I feared I might loose conciousness again and miss my own long denied orgasm. Then I was cumming ! I was fucking cumming ! My wife immediately withdrew her teasing finger and I screamed in frustrated desperation. I felt the sperm shoot once and imagined it arcing high into the air. The remainder dribred out as I tried in vain to hump at the empty air. Friction I needed friction. Anything please!
'Shhhhh, its ok baby,' she cooed as she stroked my rubber enshrouded head, 'slaves don't get to cum properly like real men, you should know that by now. A ruined orgasm is all my little cucky gets don't you sweetheart. There there now, let that nasty slave slime dribble out. Then we can get your new cage on. John got his friend to make this one too. We can't have your shrinking little tail rattling around in that old cage can we? This one is a bit smaller and much more cosy for you. Although if your little thing keeps shrinking the way it has done so far I think we might have to get you pierced. That little thing is going to be too small to stay secure in an cage without being fastened with a ring through it isn't it. Don't worry though I'll look after everything. You just concentrate on pleasing your mistress. You can do that can't you baby?'
I was shaking all over, my exhausted muscles in spasm. I couldn't get enough precious air through the tiny nose holes in the rubber mask. I felt faint. Please. Please ! I needed to be released.
'Now just calm down slave. You are not going anywhere. Your master and I have a nice evening planned. A movie on the tv, a bottle of wine and maybe a pizza. I'd ask you to join us but I'm afraid its no slaves allowed, no sissy cuckolds either. Oh and especially no interfering husbands. Goodnight sweetheart. I hope you enjoyed your orgasm cos you have two years to wait for the next one. That is, of course, assuming we don't have to add any time on for bad behaviour.' The sweet sound of her laughter faided as she left the room.

Still looking like The Bitchy Tease, Blue. But good with it. At this point I can't see how either can contunue. She loves John, he knows that whatever he does now, its going to be at least two years. For another ruined orgasm.

The thing is, I really want to see how you get out of that ..

Stick with it peakmb there is so much more. The hardest part is deciding which bits to tell. If I told everything it would go on forever. Hope none of you who read this are getting bored wth it. There are some interesting twists to come I promise you !!!!!!

keep going but give us more, i know time may be an issue but i for one would like to hear as much as possible.