Best stories you ever read on any site / recommendation thread

oops sorry here's the link to my blog and cuckold hotwife books, amazon and smashwords carry such ...

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In reply to the request for Alcibade's "Husband", the prequel, "The Wager", is a great story too.


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Thanks chaps - love that story!

I read this story some time ago and cant remember the title or author for the life of me but it was the hottest damn thing i EVER read. It was about a white couple who went on vacation/honeymoon and the wife ended up relaxing with a black man. I dont recall if it was consensual or if he powerd her but i do remember he ended up sueing the white couple for parental rights....and he won visitation, and his name on the birth certificate, etc. The hottest part i think was at the end of the story, the white husband was powerd by court order to wait outside while the black "man" was inside the delivery room with his wife giving birth to their baby. Does this sound familiar to anyone, as i would love to read this story again

The story is called "Ravished Wife" by Junebug

found it!!! thnx so much
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If you are into impregnation stories, there is a huge offering at

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Just came across it as a link from one of the areas on asstr.org and have no other connection with it. You can browse the stories as a guest.

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Does anybody have the link to a story about a black man who wins the lottery in some redneck area of America

He buys the local company that he worked for and promotes all the black men and cuts all the whites wages by 25% or something like that

The he starts to seduce all the white wives and powers one sexy blonde to have sex with him or he'll fire her husband. He also makes her pay him for the sex and has sex with her back in her caravan

It was a fantastic story but can't find it anywhere. Think i remember reading it on *************** but cant find it anywhere there

Anyone know where to find that one where the Husband loses his wife to
a black man, then craves the offense with his new girlfriend, and eventually
gets fucked by the black mans dog?

Ginny says it's true. I don't know, but it's a hot read that always gets me off. Just wish she would update!

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that blk boss story sounds cool!

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You could find that wife addiction thing here though it is a widely covered topic

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Hi,
I´m surfing through storysites for quite a while now and would love to get some recommendations from you.
I like stories that don´t develope too fast. I dont´t like stories, where a conservative shy wife turns into a total slut within less than 3 sentences.
Another important thing for me is, that the husband schouldn´t like the whole thing too much, at least in the beginning.
I´d like to hear your recommendaions for me.
Kalle

Kalle,
You seemed to miss the point here. If you want to ask favours, put up a thread and ask. Someone may respond. This thread is for stories YOU HAVE READ and want to pass on to the rest of us. If you start down this road, it will get clogged with all sorts of tightly focused stuff of no wider interest to the thread users.

I like alot of the dark wanderer stuff esp jim seeshow and one i submitted thru him called...notel motel...true about my wife.

I like alot of the dark wanderer stuff esp jim seeshow and one i submitted thru him called...notel motel...true about my wife.

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Can anyone else recommend any stories like this? Where a husband becomes nervous that his wife is being convinced by a girlfriend to cuckold him...the wife and girlfriend are going out for a ladies' night, but when the wife comes downstairs to go out, she's dressed incredibly slutty. Then when the two ladies are out, the girlfriend's husband comes over and tells the first husband how he is being cuckolded as they speak?

Anyone know of any good stories where the wife is having revenge sex or ex-wife is rubbing her new sex life in ex-husbands face?

This one's long, but pretty hot:

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I'm desperately looking for a story where the bull and the wife decide to castrate the cuckold husband. They take him to a (camping?) site somewhere on a lake shore, and they have sex in front of him. Then his wife whips him with a singletail for twenty minutes, and finally they castrate him.
Does this ring a bell to any of you?

Tx. in advance

This thread isn't getting used enough is it. Thought I'd add one just out by RLM. He doesn't usually do pure cuck stories and this one isn't quite that .. but I'll let you judge.

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Let's all try and add another one ..

Got this off another cuck site (can't honestly remember which one) ...


The Camping Trip


Part 1

It all started harmlessly. My wife Kim myself and my best friend Rick were going on a camping trip to a river in north Texas. Rick had dated Trish throughout high school and I was Rick’s best friend or best lackey. Rick was the all American guy, football quarterback and all around athlete, Kim was of course a cheerleader. I was also on the football team but was not even a starter because of my small size and passive permisterality. Why Rick befriended me I never was sure although I did everything I could to stay his friend because it made me a small part of the popular crowd. Rick was somewhat arrogant and knew full well I would do almost anything to stay his friend. I was often the butt of his jokes, I would do much of his homework sometimes a football practice I would even wash his car while he practiced with the rest of the first string team no one thought much of it after all he was the star player. I even chauffeured him and Kim to the prom since I couldn't get a date.

Well that was all 10 years ago, Rick went out of state to college on a football scholarship while Kim and myself attended out state college. Kim and I lost touch with Rick and Kim took over where Rick left off, soon I was doing her laundry, cleaning her dorm room and washing her car. When we graduated college Kim had I were getting along very well she of course was the dominant one, we even had intercourse on a couple of occasions but usually she preferred to have me go down on her and occasionally lick her arsehole. We married a month after graduation and she landed a good paying position with a law firm. I had trouble finding a job and soon became a househusband as it became more difficult to look for a job as Kim kept me running on errands and demanded the house be kept spotless. Her salary was more than enough to support us so Kim decided I should continue with the household duties and stop looking for a job this way I could attend to her needs without distractions. This is pretty much the way we ran our lives until two weeks ago.

Two weeks ago we had our 10 year high school reunion we weren’t even planning on attending but Kim heard that Rick was going to be there and she really wanted to see him again, I was of course jealous and frightened that I might lose Kim to him and tried to get Kim to change her mind about going but she would have none of it and told me I didn't have to go but she was going and then she told me to make sure her favourite dress went to the dry cleaners and her black pumps were highly buffed because she wanted to look her best. I convinced myself that Kim and I had a happy marriage and that she would not leave me after all we communicated well and rarely argued once I learned I could never win, I was still able to bring her to orgasm with my tongue and learned to satisfy myself by coming only by my own hand.

So on the night of the reunion Kim had me running constantly getting her ready the orders flowed from her mouth, draw my bath, make sure the water is scented, shave my legs, polish my toenails, give me a massage with baby powder then again with lotion, brush my hair, get me something to take, light my cigarette, hold the ashtray, after 4 hours she was just about ready to go, I presented her dress to her as I had picked it up from the dry cleaners earlier in the day and then hurried to get ready myself about 20 minutes later I heard her yell “Hurry up James I don't want to be late and bring my shoes” I hurried to finish getting ready I put a quick buff on her shoes that I had shined earlier and met her at the door. I knelt before her as she slipped her pretty size 7 feet into her shoes. Then we drove to the hall.

We mingled and snacked for about 30 minutes when we got there then Rick walked in, I noticed Kim’s' eyes grow wide and her cheeks flush, Rick looked sharp in his $800 suit as he immediately walked towards us. He ignored me and grabbed Kim in his arms and gave her a deep long kiss I could even see their tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths then after several moments they parted but they kept their arms around each other’s waists. Rick then acknowledged me with the old familiar punch to my arm

“How you doing buddy I heard you been taking care of my best girl here”

“Yes Rick we have been married for 5 years now”

“If you can call it that” Kim chuckled “Why don't you run and get Rick and me a take while we catch up on old times” she continued.

“Yes dear” I replied

My face was very red from shame and I didn't know what else to do so I went to get their takes as instructed. When I returned I could not find them for about 30 minutes the I saw them walk back in the door straightening their clothes, I pretended that I had not seen them walk back in even though it was obvious that they were just coming back from a quickly as I approached them with their takes.

“Well it's about time were dying of thirst here, I can see you are no faster than you were on the football field” Rick said and Kim chuckled

I was flustered, here I was looking for them with their takes in my hand for 30 minutes while he was outside screwing my wife and when I serve them their takes he makes me the butt of his joke just like in high school.

“I'm sorry I couldn't find you I must have forgotten where you were standing” I apologised just like in high school I still took them blame and offense.

“This tastes like water, go get us fresh takes and this time try to get them to us before the ice melts” My wife demanded

“Yes dear” and once again I went to stand in line at the bar as they found a table to sit and talk.

I returned with their takes this time they were still sitting and talking and laughing catching up on their lives, they ignored me as I set their takes on the table, there were no other chairs at the table or that I could find unoccupied so I stood nervously fidgeting at the table as they chatted amongst themselves. After about 5 minutes of my fidgeting Kim looked up at me and said

“Would you stop hovering above us, go stand in the corner over there we'll call you if we need another take”

I could not believe Kim was humiliating me this way although she was used to giving me orders I guess she was just so overcome with seeing Rick again that she didn't realise just how bad she was treating me. But me being the wimp that I am just said I'm sorry dear and began to walk away when Kim said

“Wait James give me a light first”

I leaned over and lit her cigarette and as she exhaled her smoke into my face Rick said to her

“I see he still well trained”

“He just a wimp, not even close to being the man you are but I've grown use to having him around and he adores me, isn't that right James?”

I then realised that even though she had never put it so bluntly before that she had just summed up our relationship.

“I guess so” I mumred my face deep red

“I know so, now go away” she said as she blew another puff of smoke into my face and shushed me away with her manicured fingers.

I retreated to a corner and spent the rest of the evening fetching their takes and lighting her cigarettes as they talked, laughed, and danced. One of them would just snap their fingers whenever they needed my service.

Around midnight Kim snapped her fingers and I rushed to the table

“I'm going home with Rick, here is the address, I want you to go home and pack up all our camping gear and the boat were going to the springs tomorrow to get reacquainted. Make sure you pack my bikini and my silk nightie. meet us at Rick’s' motel at 8am sharp”

Rick then added

“And bring breakfast”

“You you can serve us breakfast in bed” Kim said as she snuggled up to Rick.

I was flabbergasted as they got up and left Kim said over her shoulder

“Remember 8am SHARP!”



Part 2

It's 7am Saturday morning, the sun is rising to the east it looks like it is going to be a warm Texas weekend. I just finished packing up the Jeep with all our camping gear and have just attached the boat to the hitch. I close up the house and head to the local diner to pick up breakfast for Kim and Rick and myself. I pick up three meals to go and head for the motel that Rick is staying at. I pull into the lot and head to the elevator I have 3 minutes to spare. I knock on the door at precisely 8am and wait. I wait for 5 minutes not wanting to seem impatient then knock again. No answer again I begin to get nervous that I may have the wrong room and as I prepare to knock again Rick answers the door in a towel

“Great I'm starving that Kim is like a non-stop sex machine, I forgot how good of a mount she was, but I guess you wouldn't know huh buddy? Well don't just stand there with that dumb look on your face get your arse in here with our food.”

I enter the two room suite balancing the three trays in my arms and kick the door closed with my foot. I follow Rick into the bedroom and see my wife lounging on the messed up covers her head is propped up on two pillows she has one leg under the covers and the other is laying on top exposing her smooth soft leg, her hair is all messed up as it lays around her glowing face. Rick hops back in the king size bed next to her and says

“ OK Jimmy let's see what you have brought us”

I begin unwrapping the trays almost in a daze as my life has taken this overnight change I am operating on auto pilot just following instructions. Kim is nibbling on Rick’s ear as she sees me unwrap the third tray

“Who's that for?” She asks

“That's mine Kim you told me to bring breakfast”

“I told you to serve us breakfast in bed I did not tell you to bring anything for yourself, I have your breakfast right here” she says pointing to her dripping pussy

“Well it's a good thing he did babe because I could eat two breakfasts the way you wore me out”

“Hey that's the first decent mount I have had since you left” Kim said as she wrapped her arms around him

“What are you standing there for James, serve us then get started on my pussy there must be a gallon of cum in there, and be gentle Rick tore me up with that big tool of his”

I set the trays on the bed and proceed to crawl towards Kim's soaking pussy. Just as I get close to her Rick slaps me on the back of the head with the remote for the TV

“Next time you serve me breakfast I want the morning paper with it”

“I'm sorry Sir I will” I said rubbing my head where he had cracked me

“SIR I like that in fact I want you to call him Sir from now on and you can call me Ma’am” Kim laughed

“Why not Master and Madam after all he is like a slave” Rick adds

“I guess you are right hon, alright you can address us as Sir and Ma’am or Master and Madam and we will call you anything we damn well please Got it wimp?” Kim ordained

“Yes Ma’am” I replied I now knew what my role was in this threesome

“Good, now get started on my pussy”

While they ate their eggs, bacon and fruit I licked Kim's pussy clean of all of Rick’s sperm, after about 15 minutes Kim pushed me away with her foot and said

“Enough you horny bastard I'm going to take a shower, I'm sure if you ask him real nice Rick may let you lick his dick clean” Kim purred as she gave Rick a big kiss and got out of bed

“I don't want that faggot sucking my dick but you can lick my arse it's all sweaty and Kim tells me you are an excellent arse licker” Rick laughs as he turns on his stomach

Humiliated and stunned with my tongue exhausted from licking Kim's pussy I must have paused to long because the next thing I feel is the sting of Rick's belt on my ass

“You heard your Master slave now get busy then clean this room up it's a mess and you know I like things spotless” Kim ordered as she dropped the belt to the floor and walked towards the bathroom.

I answered “Yes Ma’am” but she just ignored me and kept walking as I quickly buried my tongue into Ricks arse, after about ten minutes I was rewarded by a long smelly fart to the face

“Sorry about that buddy but you better suck it all in we don't want to offend your wife with the smell” He laughed

“OK now suck on my toes while I explain your new life to you”

Not wanting to be whipped again I crawled off the bed and knelt at the foot of the bed and proceeded to suck on Rick's toes

“Kim and I are going to start dating again so you are going to see a lot of me. My company is transferring me here so for the next three weeks I will be going back and forth between here and Florida, while I am here I will be seeing Kim and after we see if we still have a thing for each other we'll decide what to do with you. In the mean time if you decide to stay you will be our slave. We both have busy professional lives and we both like the idea of having a wimp around to do all the mundane chores and serve our kinky sex desires. So if you decide to stay and do a good job of serving us over the next three weeks and we decide to stay together we may let you stay with us as a full time slave”

I continued sucking his toes and listening to him and actually becoming excited by the idea and I did not want to lose Kim I still loved her deeply.

Rick continued “This is going to be a big test weekend for you, Kim and I have always liked camping but were both a little spoiled also so it will be your job to keep us pampered as we rough it no matter how uncomfortable it is for you. Now you can get up and leave now and never look back or you can kiss the bottom of my foot and tell me you accept our terms”

It only took a second for me to place my lips to Ricks bare sole and plant a long kiss to his foot.

Just then Kim walked out of the bathroom and jumped on the bed next to Rick

“I guess that means he is going to do it huh”

“Yes he is”

“I hope he knows what he's getting into”

“Kiss my foot too slave” Kim demanded

“Yes Madam” I replied and kissed the sole of my wife’s foot.

“Now I thought I told you to clean this place up, get to it!”



Part 3

We arrive at the campground at about 1pm, I had driven the while Kim and Rick snuggled in the back seat. We had also spent an hour at the Wal-Mart as I followed them around with a cart they chose the food items and other items they felt they would need. We checked in then Kim told me

“Rick and I are going to lay out by the lake so you have about an hour to get the tent setup and get started on fixing us a light lunch”

I began to unload the truck and set up the tent, it is a large tent with two separate rooms and is a pain to set up with one permister but I was able to do it in about 20 minutes. I then quickly set up a card table and chairs, no hard chairs or picnic table for their spoiled asses. I then prepared two chicken Caesar salads, I was going to make three but then I remembered this morning and Kim had not told me to make anything for myself. I am actually a pretty good cook since my wife had told me to take several cooking classes shortly after we were married. I then put a bottle of wine they picked out into an ice bucket next to the table. Just as I was unpacking their bags a laying out their items in neat piles they walked up.

“Were back jimmy boy bring me a beer” Rick demanded

I quickly grabbed a beer from the cooler and brought it to Rick as he had taken a seat in one of the lounge chairs I had set up. I offered him the beer but Rick just look at me thinking for a moment and then said

“I don't think a slave should be standing when serving his masters”

I quickly dropped to my knees in the dirt

“I'm sorry Sir I guess I wasn't thinking”

“That's alright this time since you are just learning what we expect but don't let it happen again”

“Yes Sir thank you Sir”

Kim was reclining in her chaise lounge snickering

“Aren't you going to ask me if I would like a take dear hubby?”

“I'm sorry Ma’am may I bring you something?”

“Yes I will have a glass of wine”

I quickly got up and filled a wine glass of the chilling wine and brought it back to her remembering to kneel while presenting it to her. She took the wine glass and looked closely at it

“Tsk, tsk, tsk ... I would have accepted this two days ago but now, since you are officially our slave, I cannot take from glasses with a smudge” she said pointing out where I had left a small fingerprint smudge on the glass.

“I'm sorry Ki I mean Ma’am may I pour you another?”

“Yes you may and make sure it doesn't happen again not to mention your little slip in addressing me”

I took the glass from her and poured her a new glass this time keeping a towel around it so I would not leave a mark.

“Very good James, were going to be somewhat lenient with you this weekend however if you make a mistake twice you can expect to be punished in some way do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Good, now is lunch ready?”

“Yes Ma’am I made chicken Caesar salads they are chilling in the cooler”

“Very good you may serve us now and I hope you didn't make the mistake of making one for yourself”

“No Ma’am you had not instructed me to”

“That’s good slave we will tell you when and what you may eat” she said giggling towards Rick

As I fetched their salads they took their places at the table.

I returned and set the plates in front of them then I got an evil look from Rick then I knew why and quickly dropped to my knees Kim laughed

“I guess he's a little slow to learn honey”

“Well then I'll just have to teach him won't I” Rick then tossed a quarter into the dirt in front of me

“While we eat slave you are going to push that quarter with your nose to the tent and back to my feet when you reach my feet you will kiss each toe and say I WILL REMEMBER TO KNEEL WHEN SERVING MY MASTERS after kissing each toe, then you will push the quarter back to the tent and back to Kim's feet and repeat the toe kissing ritual, do you understand wimp?”

I couldn't believe he was going to make me do this humiliating task then I remembered back in High school when I made the team and was initiated he made me push a quarter around the locker room floor while the rest of the first string players snapped their towels at my arse as I crawled. It's strange that ten years later I'm still being humiliated by Rick. I just sucked up any pride that I might still be harbouring and lowered my face to the dirt and began moving the quarter. I could hear Kim and Rick laughing as I moved the quarter inches at a time thru the dirt

“Rick you are so bad humiliating my poor hubby that way”

“Well he has to learn somehow besides since he didn't get any breakfast this mourning maybe he'll find a bug along the way that he can eat”

“Yuk that's sick, don't eat no bugs James here is a piece of chicken” with that said she picked a chicken cube from her salad and tossed it into the dirt a few feet in front of me

“What no thank you maybe you would rather eat bugs”

“No Madam thank you Madam”

“That’s better I expect you to be grateful when we feed you slave” Kim said holding back her laughter

“Yes Madam thank you Madam”

I was quickly learning what I had already known that Kim and Rick were cut from the same cloth and were born to dominate while I was a born wimp destined to serve, I guess it was just luck that we could live out our destinies.

They then ignored my plight as they began eating the salads I had prepared for them and engaged in normal small talk. It was like it was perfectly normal for them to have a slave but imagine an outsider looking in seeing an attractive couple sitting at a table eating lunch then imagine a guy on his hands and knees pushing a quarter through the dirt with his nose while the couple just ignored him like it was nothing out of the ordinary I guess

This one's from Whitedog. Wish he would have gone on writing it (and even begged him to) ...


Stranded

Swoosh! Crack!

“Pull you lazy mule!” Ryan bellows after slashing my bare red striped back with the hand woven bullwhip that I had made myself.

What hurts even more than the hand made whip slashing across my back is the constant giggles of my beautiful wife.

“Make him go faster baby, we're going to miss the sunset!” she exclaims from her comfortable padded perch snuggled up to the man brandishing the whip on board the prehistoric yet very functional hand made carriage.



* * *

Where is this taking place you ask, let me explain.

Six months ago I was a very successful wall street broker, I've made millions trading stocks. My name is John and I'm 35 years old. I had everything going for me, I was still reamisterably young, wealthy, successful and I even had the young beautiful spoiled trophy wife.

My wife Kristi a 23 year old stunning blonde former upscale strip club dancer who always had a desire for the finer things in life married me a year and a half ago. Was it love, probably not, we both needed what the other could give us. I craved a beautiful wife on my arm, someone I could brag about and make my fellow brokers jealous. She wanted the luxuries my wealth could provide, the huge house and vacation homes, the jewellery, the spas, the shopping, the nice cars, and servants to wait on her hand and foot.

Six months ago for our one year anniversary I booked a two week vacation at a tropical resort including a one week rental of a private 50' luxury yacht with a crew of three where I could prove how big of a man I was again by catching myself a huge trophy Blue Marlin.

Everything went perfect the first week, the island resort staff treated us like royalty as I felt they should, to me money was power and if you didn't have a lot then you were my inferior, that's just the way I felt it should be so I had no problem demanding perfect service from my inferiors.

I also enjoyed watching the locals drool over the site of my gorgeous wife sunbathing in her designer bikini's and T-backs. They could drool and worship her from far all they wanted, all I had to do was give her a new diamond trinket and watch all those poor slobs drooling at her hearts hit the floor as they realized they had no chance in competing with me.

The next week we boarded the huge yacht that we would call home for a week. There was a crew of three, the captain, a fifty-ish balding man, a small Filipino man who was the chef and general cabin steward. My wife, who was not very happy about being on what she considered a fishing trip appeared even less thrilled when she saw these two men but her expression changed quickly when she noticed the bronze skinned 20 year old first mate wearing only kaki shorts and boat shoes.

At first I thought about having him replaced after noticing my wife’s eyes light up but then I figured that would really make her unhappy and at least she could keep herself occupied flirting with him allowing me to fish in piece. His name is Ryan and although he was attractive and extremely fit looking he was still just some low paid schmuck and there was no chance of him stealing my wife, I would just have to show him who was the boss.

As soon as we shoved off I began giving orders to the young stud just to put him in his place, I had him fetching my takes, lighting my cigars and polishing my fishing gear. Kristi shot me a few vulgar looks at the way I was treating Ryan but she was use to me treating people with little money like cuckolds brownie.

The first couple of days I did some trolling and some skeet shooting while my gorgeous wife spent most of her time sunbathing on the front bow. We didn't see the captain who spent most of his time with a bottle or the steward much. My wife and I had a small fight in bed after the first night as she felt I was being far to mean to Ryan.

So I began allowing her to flirt a bit more with the first mate even allowing him to apply some lotion to her back a couple of times but when I felt he was getting to brazen I would quickly find some menial task for him to perform, I knew he didn't much like me but he realized I was paying the bill so he did what I said.



* * *

On the third day everything changed, our takes captain had somehow managed to head us into a huge storm. Before we could even get a distress call out the yacht capsized. It was eight hours of pure hell and when it was over my eyes opened and I found myself on an island.

Only three of us had survived, myself, my wife and Ryan. Several trunks from the yacht had also ended up on the beach containing many of our permisteral possessions and some supplies. After the three of us regained some strength we explored the island.

There was an almost immediate clash between Ryan and myself, I was still believing I was the boss even though it was obvious Ryan's survival s*******s were far superior to a city slicker like me, Kristi knew this also and she was much quicker to follow Ryan than myself, it angered me but I was not stupid so for a while I would allow Ryan to lead.

It didn't take us long to determine we were on a deserted island although there were remnants of some old shelters and supplies, Ryan determined the island was probably a pirates haven some one hundred years earlier, he also determined from the best of his knowledge we were probably a good two hundred miles from the main shipping passages and it could be possible we might be stranded here for some time.

The good news if you can call anything about this good was that there was a good fresh water supply and plenty of edible fruits and the fishing would likely be good if you knew which fruits to eat and you were an accomplished fisherman. Of course I was neither and Ryan was both.

The change of power was beginning almost instantly, as it should be easy to tell I was not good at taking orders, being wealthy I was good at giving orders but money did me no good here. Ryan was not being a jerk like I had been on the yacht but every time he gave me a job like gathering wood for a fire or helping him secure a shelter I would rebel.

Our constant arguing quickly lead to a fist fight which I quickly lost. Humiliated and fuming I threw a tantrum and said I didn't need him and me and my wife would be fine by ourselves. My wife instantly attached herself to Ryan's arm, she was no fool she knew her chances of surviving were much better with him.

My pride was stripped from me but my anger remained and by myself I set off to the other end of the island to fend for myself, I would show them, I could do just fine without Ryan's help.

Huge mistake!

I lasted one and a half days before crawling back to them and attempting to apologise, something I was miserable at doing. It was late afternoon and I found them seated on a tree stump that Ryan had already carved out sort of a love seat. They were seated before a nice fire watching their dinner of some nice fish that Ryan had snagged slowly cook.

I had not eaten in two days and though still a hundred feet from them I could smell the aroma of the sizzling fish and my mouth began to water. Then I saw something that floored me, I should have known it was going to happen but it was still a shock. The two of them locked lips and it was probably the longest tongue kiss I had ever seen.

They had not noticed me yet and I fell to the ground in a heap. What could I do? I had to have their help if I had any chance of surviving this. I had to admit to myself that Ryan's knowledge of the terrain was far superior to mine and he would definitely be in charge and now I had to admit to myself that my wife was now his woman.

I cried to myself for a good ten minutes thinking maybe this was just a bad dream but of course it wasn't. The aroma of the fish frying was too much, I had to eat no matter what the circumstances. Like a whipped and beaten puppy I began to approach the young couple.

A grin came to both of their faces when they noticed my approach, it was not a happy to see your still alive grin but more of a sarcastic we told you so and now your arse belongs to us kind of grin. It was amazing, my wife looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her, the reamister, though I didn't know it at the time was that for the first time since I had known her she was genuinely happy.

When I got to within ten feet of them my wife snuggled even closer to Ryan, her body language made it very clear that she was with him now. Ryan accepted her gesture by putting his arm over her shoulders and pulling her even closer to him.

“What's up John, are you lost?” he asked, they most certainly knew I was surrendering and had given up trying to fend for myself.

“I..I..I look I'm sorry, you were right, you know how to survive here better than me”

I was trying to keep some dignity but it was hard to do looking at their smug grinning faces.

“So, you want to come back here do you?”

Ryan was not going to make this easy on me and it seemed my wife was almost silently encouraging him to make me grovel.

“Look, I shall do what you say, I just need to eat” I was making an attempt to stand up to him knowing full well he held all the cards.

“I would hardly call that a sincere apology, it's almost like your demanding we feed you, you should be on your knees begging our forgiveness and happy to receive any scraps we might toss you for the way you treated Ryan”

I was shocked, this was my wife talking with a big grin now as she laid her head against Ryan's bare chest.

I stood there in silence, my mouth agape, not knowing what to do, my wife who I had showered with jewels and gifts for over a year had now not only been unfaithful to me but not was trying to humiliate me in front of the man she cheated on me with.

“We’re waiting” my wife sort of giggled and then she tilted her pretty head up and planted a big kiss on her new lovers lips.

“Wh...why are you doing this Kristi?”

I was practically in tears

“You did this to yourself John, you treated me like your permisteral property and you treated most everyone else like crap, just because you had money, well now all your money doesn't mean a thing. Your the one on the bottom of the food chain now and you had better start acting like it or you can just go back to the other side of the island”

My wife had just put me in my place and Ryan couldn't have been more thrilled to here her words as he initiated a tongue swapping kiss this time.

“What do you want from me?” I blurted out even before they broke their kiss.

The two of them looked at each other grinning and in silence they decided since Kristi was on a roll she should continue.

“I told you what you should do loser, GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES and beg our forgiveness” both of them laughed, it was so humiliating but what choice did I have, I would surly starve to death if left on my own.

I fell to my knees in the sand before them and with my head down too ashamed to look either of them in the eye I began.

“Please, please accept my apology, I'm so sorry, I shall pull my weight, I shall do anything” I pleaded sobbing and defeated.

They were enjoying this and were not going to make it easy.

“Anything huh?” Ryan chortled

“What does anything mean loser?” my wife than asked with a chuckle of her own

“I..I..I don't know, anything, what do you want me to do?”

I was humiliated, degraded and now confused.

There was then several moments of silence except for their occasional chuckles as they seemed to be strategising their next move. I remained grovelling at their feet sobbing, waiting to here my fate which I would have to accept no matter what.

“What we need to make things more liveable around here is a SLAVE” my wife then spoke as serious as could be.

“A..a..slave, what do you mean a slave?” my sobbing subsided and I actually lifted my head to look at the attractive cocky couple.

“A slave idiot, you shall do everything we tell you to do without question, you shall fetch our firewood, you shall cook and serve our meals, you shall fetch our water and anything else we tell you to do”

Kristi was not chuckling now, she was dead serious as she looked me right in the eye without blinking.

“Bu..but what do I get?” stupid question but as always I was trying to negotiate even though I had nothing to negotiate with.

“You get to eat,...occasionally, if you do a good job serving us that is” Ryan interjected and my wife grinned and hugged him as he showed his dominant side.

“What choice do I have?” I sort of mumred hanging my head low once again

“None that I can see” my wife let out a laugh realizing they had broken me within minutes

“Now that fish looks done, put them on those plates there and serve us SLAVE” Kristi added with a laugh.

“What was that? I didn't hear you, shouldn't there be a 'yes Madam’?” Ryan suggested now getting in on the action causing my wife to laugh even harder.

“Yes Madam” I spoke in a very low voice, this was ridiculous, but what else could I do, I had lost, they had won, game over, I would just have to make the best of it, maybe they would tire of their game in a day or two.

There were only two good size pieces of fish and only two plates that they had gotten from the trunks that had washed ashore. I filled the two plates and handed them up to my seated Masters thinking one of them might cut me off a piece, when that didn't happen I foolishly spoke again.

“What about my portion?” I asked while still kneeling before them

“You really are stupid! I already told you, you will get our scraps and if you keep asking stupid questions I can assure you there shan’t be any” my wife said sternly.

“Shouldn't slaves only speak when spoken too?” Ryan commented half serious, half joking.

“You’re so right baby, did you hear your Master slave, you will only speak when spoken too, that should put a stop to your annoying questions”

I had never seen this side of my wife, I had always wished she was more assertive but I hadn't intended to be on the receiving side.

“Yes Madam” they grinned at each other on my response, it kind of surprised myself, I had never imagined I could be so thoroughly dominated in less than an hour at that.

“I think this calls for a celebration sugar” Ryan suggested

“You’re so right, slave, there's several bottles of wine in that trunk over there, go fetch us one” Kristi was really getting comfortable barking orders at me, it was almost frightening.

I now knew my position and most of my fight for the moment was gone, I obeyed my wife's command and brought them one of the dozen or so bottles of wine. They grinned waiting on me to open it for them, I was surprised my wife didn't have me search for some wine glasses, maybe this was the roughing it side of her I never knew because when I handed her the bottle she took a swig and passed it to her lover. I assumed I would get no wine either when my wife gave me a stern look then snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground which I picked up immediately as my command to kneel again. When I did she giggled again, I guess she too was surprised at how quickly I had been broken to their will.

It was heart wrenching for me to kneel there at their feet in silence watching them hand feeding each other, taking mouthfuls of wine and sharing it with each other with open mouth kisses. Occasionally they would glance down at me cruelly teasing me as one of them would tear apart a piece of the filet and waive it in front of my salivating mouth before cruelly chuckling and feeding it to each other.

The really odd and bizarre thing was that I was finding my wife more attractive than ever, it wasn't her exterior beauty it was her inner beauty, for the first time she wasn't acting to be happy, she truely appeared happy, I was afraid to admit it but I think she had fallen head over heels in love with Ryan.

It was painstaking kneeling there watching them have a good old time takeing wine and devouring the fish, with each piece they hand fed to each other I began to wonder what scraps would be left for me. Finally they seemed to have their fill as both their eyes looked down on me.

Kristy leaned over and whispered something into Ryan's ear and both had a little chuckle.

“You hungry slave?” Ryan asked in almost a teasing way knowing I was starving

“Yes Rya... I mean Master” I quickly caught myself not wanting to screw up my chance to eat at this point, both of them grinned again.

In unimister both of them lifted the carcasses of what was left of their meal and tossed them to sandy ground in front of me with a laugh. I was being tossed scraps like I was a mangy mutt. At this point I didn't even care, I just wanted to eat something and I reached down to pick up the practically meatless carcasses they had thrown only to have Ryan's dirty bare foot step on my hand before I could pick it up.

“Aren’t you going to thank us slave?” he was demanding I thank them for these meagre sand encased scraps, my wife certainly found it amusing as she also stood up throwing her arms around Ryan's neck.

“You’re so right baby, our slave certainly needs to learn some manners” Kristi giggled and then began kissing Ryan's neck.

“Th.. thank you Master and Madam” I said demoralized, I had no fight left, I just wanted to eat.

I guess they heard me even though they were now lip locked but Kristi broke away for a second

“Kiss your Master's feet slave” she ordered and then reattached her lips to Ryan's, It was like my offense was turning her on.

I lowered my head and placed a kiss on the top of Ryan's dirty foot, the one that was still planted on my hand and then I extended out and kissed his other foot.

“Let's go baby, I want you now” Ryan said lifting my wife into his arms while she wrapped her legs around his mid section.

“Slave, when your done eating boil some water and wash our dishes, and make yourself useful and clean up around here” my wife again giggled while looking back at me over Ryan's shoulder as he carried her away to the makeshift shelter he had constructed.

“Yes Madam” I mumred and then picked up the sand encrusted fish bones.

I began picking off the slim remains of meat from the bones not even bothering to wipe the sand off because of the distraction just fifteen feet away.

The shelter they had went to was really just some bamboo poles holding up palm leaves to keep the rain out, so while I ate I had to listen and watch as another man ravished my wife directly in front of me and I was powerless to stop it. The two of them went at it for a good two hours while I heard moans and screams of passion from my wife that I had never heard before, it was obvious Ryan was a much better lover than I ever was.

They collapsed in each others arms and I snuggled up by the fire, lonely, depressed and still hungry wondering what offenses awaited me tomorrow.

Can't remember where I got this one either ...

The Camping Trip

Day 1
The girl sitting at the campground registration desk looked a little confused as I explained what I was looking for in a campsite, but was happy to point me in the right direction. I explained I'd brought my wife and a good friend, and we wanted the most secluded spot available. She sent us off to the back of the campground to a little spot on the edge of the woods. The closest neighbouring tent was probably 30 yards away. David nodded his approval of the site, and I got to work.
“Be careful with the food this time, boy”, David warned me. “I don't want a bunch of soggy bread and broken eggs this time.”
“Yes Sir” I said, lowering my head just a little.
“Have fun honey” my wife added, with a sweet but condescending smile. “We'll be back in a little while.”
And with that they were off to explore the area. my wife's bottom wiggled tantalizingly in her tight jeans as she walked beside David to get the bikes off the rack. As they rode off, laughing about something or other, I looked again into the back of the car. I had a lot of work ahead of me.
When my wife and David rode up almost two hours later, I had the campsite looking nearly perfect. The big tent was set up towards the back of the lot, and the little one was out towards the front. A large tarp covered the cooking and eating areas, and a fire gently crackled in the pit. I only had a few things left to unpack.
“Where's dinner?” was all David had to say.
“I … I haven't made it yet Sir.”
“Well why not?”
“I didn't have time Sir.”
“Well get started. I'm hungry. And mark yourself down for three points” he ordered.
Now here I have to briefly explain something. When David first became a part of our lives, I had this fantasy of being punished - and I had even taken the time to devise a system. But David wasn't interested. He thought it was weird enough just having me around, much less having to play some kind of punishment game.
Eventually though, the tables turned. I shan’t go into long detail, but David gradually started to see the benefit of disciplining me; and I soon realised that I didn't enjoy the punishments as much as I thought I would.
Anyway, we eventually came back to the system that I had invented.
Negative behaviour meant points, but positive behaviour could negate those points. For each point I received, I could choose between various unpleasant discipline methods. For example, in the beginning one point was worth either twenty spanks with the paddle, ten strokes of the cane, or an extra two days past my regularly scheduled masturbation date in my CB-3000 without release. It's gradually evolved, but its effectiveness hasn't changed. I dread those points. I can't believe I ever thought a system like this would be in any way enjoyable.
So with three awful points hanging over my head, I started cooking dinner over the grill as David and my wife sat by the fire and talked about what all they wanted to do during our stay.
I had dinner ready in record time, and I hoped my efforts would be rewarded with at least a reduction of my points down to two. But as they finished eating and I took their plates and started cleaning up, I knew that wasn't going to happen.
“Wimp!” ...uh oh.
“It's going to get dark soon. I need something to punish you with. When you're done there, go find a good stick for me to whip you with.”
This wasn't going to be good.
“Yes Sir” I replied.
I knew I had to find a good young sapling with some spring to it. A brittle stick would just bluntly beat across my bottom and eventually break, but a good flexible rod would inflict maximum sting on the naked flesh of my buttocks while requiring minimum effort on the part of the one administering the punishment. I eventually found the perfect branch; about four feet long, strong but flexible, and not too many extra twigs growing off of it.
It took me a few minutes to whittle off all the little knobs and smooth out the handle, but when I was finished I knew I had created a very capable implement. As I handed David the finished cane, a feeling of pride in my workmanship mingled with the usual emotions of intense offense and fear of the coming discipline.
While my wife went into the tent to get ready for the evening, David and I walked back into the woods. He had me bring the duct tape, and I knew why. When he was satisfied with our distance from the rest of the campers, he instructed me to bend over.
The whipping went just like usual, with the exception of the duct tape over my mouth so no one would hear me crying. As usual, by the time he was through with me I was crying like a little girl, and my bottom stung so bad I could barely pull my little knickers back up.
We walked back to the tent, the alpha male leading the way with his head held high, and the freshly beaten submissive wimp meekly walking behind.
my wife was waiting inside the tent with the flap partially open. She had changed into white lingerie - a tiny lacy top with a thong and stockings. I couldn't see her feet, but I imagine she was wearing heels. David loves it when she wears heels. He smiled and headed into the tent.
I knew what to do. I sat outside on my freshly beaten bottom and kept guard. If anyone came close to the tent it was my job to keep them away so David and my wife could have privacy.
No one came.
The distraction would have been nice. What started as gentle female moaning gradually turned into drawn out but muffled cries and sighs. The tent started shaking.
And then it was finally over.
“Wimp!”
I was already on my way.
With my eyes on the ground I entered the tent, gave David a small towel, and knelt by their feet.
“Go ahead honey” my wife said. “Do what you do”.
I crawled between her legs and did my best to lick all of David's cum out of her pussy.
When she was satisfied with my work, I was sent off to my bed in the little tent.

Day 2
I woke up early and crept around, trying to cook breakfast without waking David or my wife. My bottom still stung from the previous night's beating - a constant reminder that another whipping was only a small mistake away.
Talk about excellent motivation to do your work properly.
As I finished up, I could tell they were starting to wake up. I could hear my wife nuzzling up to David and making soft, half-awake cooing noises.
I know a lot of cuckolds have a hard time watching their wives physically making love with other men, but for me the most difficult thing has to be watching and listening to my wife's constant affections with David; the kissing, tickling, nibbling - I know it sounds weird, but those are the things that just crush me. So listening to them waking up together, which is something I don't usually have to do, was almost unbearable. I wanted to walk away, but I had to be there when I was called to serve breakfast.
Finally the wimp was called into the tent to serve breakfast.
They were both completely naked. my wife was curled up against David and she was caressing his chest.
When David and my wife first started dating, David didn't like the idea of me being around when either he or my wife was naked. It was my wife's coaxing that eventually softened him to the idea. I still remember hearing her tell him how erotic it would be for her to have her little hubby serve them while they were naked.
“Let him see just how tiny he is compared to you”, she had said.
It does some amazing things to a man's psyche to see the phallus that's bringing pleasure to his wife, and realizing that his own looks pathetic and tiny beside it. I know for me it was the first time my brain really clicked - I realised I was never going make love to my wife again. I didn't realise at the time that I'd be lucky to get to masturbate a few times a month.
But by the time this camping trip took place, I had grown accustomed to seeing David's member naked. When I entered the tent carrying the breakfast tray, it was almost like I wasn't there.
my wife grabbed a piece of toast as she moved her other hand down and started to caress David's slowly growing shaft. But as she felt his cock growing in her hand, her attention shifted away from the food and she leaned in to nibble David's neck instead of the toast.
David didn't resist. He gripped her thigh and pulled it, drawing my wife over him. Her attentions on his member moved from tickling to stroking. As their lips locked, she shifted her body directly over his.
As David's rod hardened to its full length, she stopped stroking and guided its head between the lips of her pussy.
I could hear her soft gasp as she slowly lowered herself onto David's full length. I remained kneeling and kept my head low, still holding the tray of food.
She held still for a few moments, relishing the feeling of David's entire shaft buried inside her, then started another slow ascent up his huge member.
They didn't bother ordering me outside to keep guard. They just kept pumping for what seemed like hours, although I'm sure it was only twenty minutes or so.
Finally David came, shooting his load up my wife's pussy. They stopped thrusting, but his cock remained inside her.
my wife leaned down and started kissing David's lips. They made out for a few more minutes; David's dick softening somewhat, and his cum starting to slowly ooze out of my wife's pussy.
My knees were *******ing me by now. I didn't know how much longer I could hold still.
Finally my wife ordered me between her legs. I put down the food and got to work.

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An extract from Blue179's wonderful story "Merry Christmas, Darling!"

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It was about a week before my wife’s birthday. In the past I had always made a big thing of her birthdays, buying her presents and taking her away for romantic weekends.

This time was obviously going to be different. Taking her away was not an option and buying her a present would be difficult now that I had no access to money. I thought of asking her for some but that seemed like a stupid idea, asking someone for money to buy them a present! Then I thought of asking Michael her lover.

The money would probably still be coming from my wife as she seemed to be financing everything else for him, but maybe he would keep it quiet so that I could surprise her. Somehow it was very important to do this thing, to hold on to a tiny piece of normality. To do something for her as a man, as her husband instead of as her slave.

Hopefully, when I presented her with her gift it would break through the barrier she had erected between us. Even if it was just for a few minutes, it would reassure me that she was still mine, that this was still a game, that it would end soon and we could be together again. If I had that reassurance then I thought I could relax and enjoy the rest of our adventure.

It was deeply embarrassing asking my wife’s young lover for money. He laughed when I told him what it was for. I was pleasantly surprised though when he asked me how much I needed and said he would think about it.

Five days later he presented me with the money. I had to thank him on my knees, kissing his boots. My wife walked in and laughingly asked what was going on. He told her he was just allowing their slave the honour of demonstrating his devotion before he took me into the garage and flogged me for burning his toast that morning. I hadn’t burnt any toast but he flogged me anyway, telling me that we had to make it look good or she would be onto us.

My tracksuit rubbed painfully against my burning cheeks that afternoon as I walked into town to do the regular grocery shop. I rushed round quickly to allow time to buy her presents before Michael picked me up. I’d bought her a stunning pair of platform shoes, a bunch of roses and some perfume. When we arrived home I was once more touched by Michael’s offer to allow me to leave the presents in his car until the next day so that my wife would not see them. I thanked him for his kindness as he once more secured my wrists to a beam in the garage before whipping my already bruised rear with his belt for keeping him waiting in the car for two whole minutes.

The next morning I was called into my wife’s bedroom. As I knocked and entered she was prancing sexily up and down wearing just a cute little silk baby doll nightie and … the shoes!

I was frozen half way through curtsying when I saw them. A glance at Michael as he lay naked and grinning on my wife’s bed, propped against some pillows answered my obvious question.

“Look at my new shoes slave,” my wife ordered. “Aren’t they beautiful? Michael bought them for me. And he got me my favourite perfume too, and these lovely flowers. He’s so thoughtful isn’t he? And so clever. He knows my taste so well.”

“Yea, of course he fucking does!” I seethed, not daring to look at him for fear I might strangle him!

“Take these and put them in water slave,” she instructed. “Then make us a nice breakfast. Your Master is taking me out for the day aren’t you honey?”

Cuckolded at the Gym
by Cuckytoher©

Part 1
My girlfriend Marianne's new lover Thomas owns a gym in our town that we both used to frequent. That's where she met Thomas. Marianne is a high powered lawyer in town and I felt blessed and lucky to meet her and date her after my divorce. Marianne was actually the attorney for my divorce so she knew all the dirty little secrets that dissolved my marriage. She knew for example that my wife had left me for several reamisters listed in the divorce action. Sexual incompatibility, namely my obsession with cuckolding was the major one. My ex-wife had filed and listed all the dirty details. I hired Marianne thinking that I should have a better chance in front of a lawyer with a female judge.
Marianne was the quintessential professional and she represented me with a stellar performance. She has a body to die for, with long black hair, 38DD cup breasts, legs that never end and calves that are witness to her days at the gym. We spent hours going over my obsession with cuckolding in detail. She should have me describe what exact aspects turned me on the most. So there was to be no surprises in court, she made me share everything I had ever written or viewed when it came to cuckolding. Begrudgingly I turned all my writings, journals, and stories over to her. They held my deepest secrets and desires, some of which I had not even shared with my ex-wife.
It was from the seeds of destruction of my marriage that my relationship with Marianne grew out of the ashes like a Phoenix rising from the flames. Immediately after the divorce was finalised, Marianne asked me out for a take one night. We met at a very high class bar frequented by businessman and lawyers and people with money. Marianne relayed to me that now the divorce was final she was no longer legally bound to me in a professional manner and that we could have a private relationship if I wished. I must say I was a little confused.
Marianne, not one to beat around the bush, came right to the point.
“Look Bernie, I've spent the past few months reading all your deep dark secrets and I must admit that I'm intrigued and aroused by your fascination with this whole cuckolding thing.”
She sat back and took a long slow sip of her bourbon and water and smiled her wicked grin over the rim of the glass. I remained speechless waiting for her to continue which she did.
“I must admit the whole idea turns me on. Therefore I have a little proposition for you. If you shall agree, we can begin to see each other. Call it dating if you shall, but we shall be a couple. There shall be one condition. You shall be a cuckold.”
Bang! Just like that it was out on the open on the table. The thing I had desired for years of marriage. The thing that had ended my marriage was now on the table for the taking and all I had to do was say yes. I sat back and smiled and she continued.
“Bernie you can become my cuckold. You can live the lifestyle you've always wanted. I mean let's face it, we share no secrets anymore. I know all and I mean all of your desires. So if you want here's what I propose.”
Once again she leaned back and sipped her bourbon.
“We become a couple in all aspects of the term. And we shall continue to check in with each other to make sure we're both happy with the relationship.” I had to admit it all seemed very practical and sane at the time. A mixture of eroticism, relief, caution, and fear all raced through my mind at once.

* * *
Marianne proceeded to lay out her plan. She and I should move in together since her income was significantly higher than mine. I should sell my house and give the proceeds to her to help run 'our' household. To the outside world I should be a down on his luck guy who was renting a room from her and should occasionally be seen out in social settings with her. Marianne after all, had her reputation to uphold.
But behind closed doors things should be different. Behind closed doors, I should be her cuckold. She should be free to come and go as she pleased, see whomever she wanted and do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. I on the other hand, should maintain the household, do all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, yard work, tend to Marianne's permisteral needs and whatever else she saw fit. Every three months we should sit down and have a review of our relationship. If either of us wanted we could get out no questions asked. However, if we both decided to continue, we take things to a little deeper level.
I have to admit my mind was rushing. Thoughts and visions were coming quicker than I could process them. However, in spite of it all I heard myself mutter, “Sounds good to me, I think I should like that”
Marianne smiled and slid her pantyhose covered foot over my crotch. My cock got rock hard immediately and she just laughed and said, “This should be fun!”

* * *
The next three months went by in a flash. Every cent I had was transferred to Marianne's bank account. The second month of our relationship, I got the bad news that the company I worked for was moving out of state and I no longer had a job. Breaking the news to Marianne that night over dinner, she merely smiled and said that she should support me until I found work. Little did I know that I should never again have a regular job although I should work like a dog seven days a week. Now I was totally dependent on Marianne.
My days started at 5:30 when I rose from my bed, Marianne and I slept in separate rooms. Hers was a luxury bedroom the size of a suite; mine was a tiny room that could double as a walk in closet. It consisted of a single bed and a little three drawer dresser that Marianne had found at a tag sale. Both were painted pink and had unicorns painted on them. My drawers were filled with one pair of jeans, one t shirt, one pair of dress trousers, and one dress shirt. That was it. The rest of my wardrobe consisted of clothes that Marianne should provide for me at her whim. Sometimes the outfits should be silk or satin teddies, sometimes a pair of pantyhose, other times an outfit like a cheerleader or a ballerina. When I went out with her in public I was to wear one of my two male outfits, in private however I dressed to reflect my role as her slave and cuckold.
After rising I should put the coffee on, prepare breakfast for Marianne lay out her clothes for the day. I should serve her breakfast in bed, and while she ate I should kneel at her feet and massage them. Some morning she should allow me the pleasure of licking her to orgasm before I was to run a shower for her. Once in the shower I washed her hair and body, then dry her off and she should get ready for work usually wearing very revealing and very sexy clothes. Then she should give me my outfit for the day and off she should go. Then my day of drudgery should begin.
My duties included cleaning the house from top to bottom, dusting everything, vacuuming, and laundry, doing dishes, sometimes cleaning closets or the basement or any other task Marianne wanted me to perform. Marianne owns a ten room house so there's always plenty of cleaning to do. Marianne should also require me to do all the shopping, and yard work. Yard work had to be done wearing the outfit that she provided for me that day. We live in a fairly secluded area on a couple of acres of land with a high fence around the property, but I always felt very exposed out doing yard work in a bikini or cheerleading outfit. Marianne found it rather amusing and humiliating when she was home to lounge by the pool and watch me.

* * *
During the first three months of our relationship Marianne should often go out without me at night with other men. She should come home and tell me of her dates and of the sex that ensued. I had to wonder what the method to her madness was in not bringing anyone home or not including me. I think that she was trying to find out how much I should put up with and how far I should go. During this time Marianne insisted we both join a new gym in town that a new client of hers had just opened. I was never a physically active guy and in school was more the nerd type than the jock type so going to the gym was not something I was looking forward to or going to enjoy. The first day we went together, Marianne introduced me to Thomas for the first time. He looked like one of those WWF wrestlers, big, bald and bad. He had biceps the size of my thighs, and his stomach looked like a six pack abdominal commercial. He stood about six feet four and when he shook my hand it disappeared inside his.
As he gave us a tour of the gym, showing us the machines, the steam room, the sauna, the showers, the weight room, it was like I was an afterthought. He put his arm around Marianne and escorted her from area to area telling her none of this should have been possible without her great legal advice. She cooed and fawned over him like a teenager with a crush on the new quarterback of the football team. Thomas looked at me and giggled to Marianne that I looked like I needed a gym; fat, balding and pasty white was how he referred to me as if I wasn't even there.
That day changed our lives forever.
Marianne should return to the house every day regaling me on her trips to the gym and workouts with Thomas. I on the other hand was only allowed to go to the gym on Saturdays the busiest day there when I should accompany Marianne and watch her workout routine with Thomas. These Saturday sessions were *** for me. Marianne should make me mirror her workout and her and Thomas should laugh when I was unable to lift the same amount of weight she could or do the same number of reps on a certain machine.

* * *
At the end of the third month of our relationship Marianne and I sat down for our talk. It was a short conversation with her saying that she was happy with the way our relationship was going and wanted to continue.
That was it!
She never even gave me a chance to speak or voice my opinion, although I should have gladly acquiesced. Moving into months four through six, our life remained as it had with the exception of Thomas was now an integral part of our life. Marianne began openly seeing Thomas exclusively and telling me about every chance she got. The middle of month four brought the next level to reality as she told me she should be bringing Thomas home for dinner. I was excited and nervous and had no idea what to expect.
That morning before leaving for work Marianne dressed in a smart black business suit, the skirt came to mid thigh with no knickers, and a sheer white silk blouse with a lacy white bra. She told me she had left a box on her bed with an outfit in it that I was not to open or put on until she called and said they were on their way home. I spent the entire day cleaning, cooking and making sure the house was spotless and dinner was perfect. Dinner was to be ready at seven and at six forty five the phone rang. “You may open the box and don your outfit.”
Click, the receiver went dead and the lump in my throat grew.
Untying the frilly pink ribbon on the box, I lifted the top to reveal the 'outfit' Marianne had left for me. Chill ran up my spine. Inside the box was one of the outfits that I had described in detail in one of my journals. The outfit consisted of a pair of sheer to the waist pantyhose, a sheer white chiffon chemise with white marabou trim and white heels. I gulped as I slipped on the outfit and looked at myself in the mirror. Standing there I saw myself, totally shaved except my eyebrows, wearing white heels, pantyhose and the white sheer chemise. I stared at myself transfixed wondering what lay in store for me, at the same time feeling arousal rise in my cock. The timer on the stove beeped bringing me back to reality.
I hurried to the kitchen and began preparing dinner.
I heard a car pull into the garage and Thomas and Marianne laughing as they got out of the car and made their way into the kitchen. I hear Thomas's voice first as my back was turned towards them. “Well you weren't lying!”
They both laughed and Marianne said, “Turn around and let us see how pretty you look!”
I could hear their laughing but could also feel myself getting aroused as I slowly turned around and faced them. Drinking in their appearance made me hard. Marianne looked ravishing, and Thomas looked every bit the hunk she revelled about. “Well I think you should give us a little curtsey and welcome our guest to our home.”
I took hold of each side of the chemise, lifted them out slightly to the side and performed a gentle curtsey and said, “Welcome to our home Sir, may I get you a take?”
They both snickered and gave each other a hug and exchanged a kiss. “We shall each take a glass of wine in the living room.”
Marianne said in a very dismissive voice as she grabbed Thomas's arse and they walked toward the living room. Meekly, I poured two glasses of wine and brought them into the living room presenting them to Marianne and Thomas. Marianne instructed me to get some lotion and give her a foot massage.
Kneeling on the floor massaging Marianne's feet, Marianne began to speak, more in a monologue than a dialogue. “Bernie, just so there's no awkward moments let's talk about the five hundred pound elephant in the room. Thomas and I have known each other since right before you hired me to handle your divorce. When you hired me and disclosed all your dirty little secrets I couldn't help but think what a great trio we should make. Thomas has read all your diaries and journals and stories and he knows all about you and me. He has been fucking me for months now with that magnificent cock of his.”
With that, she smiled at Thomas and rubbed his crotch through his trousers and then continued. “Many of the nights that I've come home and had you lick me to orgasm, you were licking Thomas's cum from my pussy. I've told Thomas how you lick me to orgasm, and shall do anything I ask so you may play with you little pathetic excuse for a cock and cum.”
She sipped her wine as I continued to knead the lotion into her feet and calves. “So tonight we take our relationship to the next level. Thomas and I shall be served dinner by you and then we're going to fuck our brains out in my bed while you watch us and serve us. Tomorrow, Thomas shall be moving in and you shall help him move all of his things in here and make him comfortable. From now on, you shall address Thomas as Sir and you shall address me as Ma'am both in public and private. You shall continue your duties around the house as you have been with the exception of Thomas now being here. You shall do as he says and shall do your utmost to always please him and show him respect.”
I swallowed hard as I watched Thomas begin to play with Marianne's tits.
“Aside from your duties around here, Thomas can use your help at the gym. He needs someone to work there and you shall be perfect since you don't have a full time job you can accommodate him whenever he needs you.”
She took a big sip of her wine, tossed her hair back and kissed Thomas full on the lips. “You can go put dinner on the table.”
That was it. No opportunity for me to say anything! My mind raced with a thousand different things that I should like to say, but none of them should cross my lips.
All I was able to do was stand up and mutter, “Yes Ma’am,” curtsey and head for the kitchen.

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We had a quiet dinner with the three of us seated at the dining room table. Thomas seemed uniquely interested in finding out what made me tick as he asked me about my past, and my fascination with cuckolding. I explained as best I could but knowing that he had read my journals and stories I knew that he had a fuller understanding than I could ever explain. After dinner I cleaned the table and dishes while he and Marianne retired to the bedroom with some wine. I was instructed to join them when I was finished. Walking towards Marianne's bedroom I could hear them giggling and chatting as the television played in the background.
Knocking on the door, Marianne commanded me to enter. I was greeted with an incredibly erotic sight. Marianne was lying on the bed wearing a long black silk gown with a push up bra that accentuated her magnificent breasts. Thomas lounged on the bed wearing jeans and a shirt that was unbuttoned to show his perfect hairless chest and six pack abs. Marianne ordered me to come in and kneel at the foot of the bed and massage her feet. I knelt down and began to massage her feet as her and Thomas began to make out. Before long they were in a world of their own making out with each other’s hands caressing the others body. Finally they broke their embrace and Marianne glanced down at me. “Ok Bernie time for you to do what you've always wanted to do!”
Thomas and her began laughing as she slapped him on the arse.
He rolled off the bed and motioned for me to come to him on my knees. I complied and Marianne smirked and took off her silk gown. “Unbutton his trousers and get that cock nice and hard.”
It was a command I had longed to hear for years, and finally here I was kneeling in front of my girlfriend's lover hearing it for real. Gingerly I reached out and unbuttoned his jeans sliding them down his massive thighs to the floor. He stepped out of them and stood there with his bikini briefs bulging. Gripping the waistband I slowly slid the briefs down his legs. His massive cock bounced up and down once it was freed from its constraint. I stared at his cock; it had to be at least six inches long totally soft. His cock and balls were shaved which made his cock look even bigger. “Well go ahead, don't keep me waiting.” Marianne commanded with a smirk on her face.
I reached out took his limp six inch cock in my hand and began to stroke it. It was warm and I could feel it start to come to life in my hand. Then I held his cock straight up and kissed the tip. A salty drop of pre cum greeted my kiss and I licked it and swallowed. I took his cock deep in my mouth and began to suck him. I could feel him growing in my mouth his cock pulsing as I sucked getting harder and bigger. Finally he was so big I could only accommodate about half of his cock in my mouth. He held onto the back of my head and guided my head on and off his cock.
When he was totally hard, he pushed me away and crawled on the bed between Marianne's legs. She spread her gorgeous legs showing him her shaved pussy glistening with juices. He drove his massive cock deep inside her and their fuck marathon session began. For the next hour they did it in every conceivable position while I knelt there and watched aching from arousal. Finally when she could take no more, Marianne began to cum and shouted that she wanted Thomas to cum too. I watched as he tensed and grabbed the headboard driving himself deeper and deeper into Marianne's insatiable pussy. They both climaxed at once in a hot, sweaty culmination.
Thomas rolled off Marianne, his high cock covered with their juices. He merely motioned towards me and I knew what he meant. I crawled towards the bed and took his cock in my mouth and cleaned every drop off. Thomas and Marianne enjoyed the show and both laughed and made fun of me while I cleaned him dry. Marianne then made me stand up and take off my pantyhose. She slid to the edge of the bed, scooped all of Thomas's cum out of her pussy and spread it all over my naked shaved cock and balls. The mere action of her doing this brought my tiny cock to its rigid state. It only took a few strokes and I felt myself coming, shooting my load all of her hands and arms. She stood up and laughed her evil laugh and glanced at Thomas. “Watch this.” She extended her hand and arm and once again I licked all three of our ejaculate off her hands, fingers and arms. Thomas and Marianne got quite the laugh as she dismissed me and told me to go to bed.
That night I slept as I had never slept before safe and secure in the knowledge that at last I was a true cuckold.

Part 2
I awoke the next morning wondering if it all had been a dream. All of the years of dreaming and fantasizing had come true last night.