Best stories you ever read on any site / recommendation thread

Fun Gall,
You may very well think that, you are perfectly entitled to think that, and I wouldn't argue that you may even believe it. But. I don't agree with you. This thread was not set up by you, it is being hijacked (IMHO) and I don't like it. My opinion. I don't need a moderator to express it and as to whether that upsets you. Frankly Scarlet ..

Meme started it with the comment :
"This is a thread to share the stories that you really liked that you found on other sites"

As I said before, I just can't accept that every story you publish on your own site falls into that category and permisterally, I don't think the majority of posters here will either. I'm sure that this particular thread is checked regularly by readers here simply because it has delivered so many great stories in the past. Some of yours are ok, some pretty good, and may well be liked by some readers but I haven't seen one yet that could be said to be truly great.

For those readers who came here hoping to see another great story, I'm sorry for also hijacking the thread. I won't say any more on this subject.

Go for it Peak

As you so s*******fully point out, this is a thread that let's readers tell others about stories they enjoyed. My husband and I both love hearing about new stories. We don't want this thread to be taken over by commercial web sites hawking their wares.

Jenn
If you aren't having fun, you aren't doing it right!

I agree..................... post a story or a link to a story... not a link to something you have to join...... what is the difference between this and any other spam put on here.... should be banned!... like the rest of the spam!

As morally acceptable as taking pics from other sites and posting them here as well hey!..................

I am posting pics NOT LINKS TO SOMETHING YOU HAVE TO JOIN TO SEE>>>>>. you can't see that? and it appears that I am not the only one saying it ... again you are not looking or listening

FACE IT you are posting spam!.... not what the thread was set up for.....

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So let me get this right......you post pics (which btw are very good) from other sites (hope no copyright infringement btw!) and you post them on a site (here) that you need to be a member of to see........

And I cannot post, on a story recommendation thread (here), a story on another site that to read you need to be a member of???.............can I hear a pot calling.....


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SPAM is unsolicited or undesired email messages..............I do not see a link to a story on a free site as spam.


Maybe you are losing your way a bit subhub174014

Can we get back to the purpose of this thread - identifying and providing links to hot cuck stories (preferably freely available at the source), and that we can all enjoy?
Utter_Rotter
Writer and decadent

I totally agree with you.....

OK, back to business.
This one gets there in the end, with a few familiar themes on the way :
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And this one is still free, but hurry before it gets transferred to the archives :
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And lets try to be nice to each other again.

Thanks for the link......very nice story.

I just hope you don't get moaned at because they have to become a member of the site to read a FREE story.......

Just read a new story at Literotica.com

xleglover "Losing my wife ch. 01"

I highly recommend it.

GH

Anyone..story of wife doing a party of husband's black boss as he vouyers without anyone knowing. Story ends her in barn area her being taped and not knowing it so her husbands boss can sell copies of her evening.

Here's one we liked:

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It's the complete "Animal Farm Resort" series condensed. It was originally posted on eunuch.org, but it looks like they don't post stories anymore...

still posting some spam site I see

damn I got on that site... It sucks!... can't understand why you keep trying to push it on us

damn... sorry I should not have said that.... really am sorry... don't want to turn this into?

pretty good story... way to short

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story we like alot
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cuckolding best thing to happen

I like stories where husband has problems in satisfying his wife in bed, maybe he is not well endowed. So he tries to convince his wife to take a lover. Now she has to organise her "double life" with her family, kids and husband.

Any suggestion is welcomed!

Thanks
fred
Men like women with a past because they hope history will repeat itself!

Ffred,
Firstly, there are probably dozens of stories on this site if you just choose to look through the stories. Second, this thread is for stories you have read that you recommend others to read. If you want to ask us your question, put it on a separate thread.

OK peakmb,

then I will recommend my favourite:
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I hope you will like it as much as I do!

fred
Men like women with a past because they hope history will repeat itself!

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How I Cuckhold my husband
by Ms Linda with lovz2bteased

Thinking back on it I don't understand why I didn't see it before. There were plenty of signs that my husband wanted to be submissive to me. He had always deferred to me in making all the important decisions, even the financial ones. The fact is that he made twice the money I did; yet I still controlled "our" purse strings. He would never make a purchase of over a hundred dollars without consulting me first. I kept the checkbook and gave him an allowance for spending money. He has always done his share of chores around the house. When we have a disagreement he always yields to me. On many occasions he has apologized to me even when we both knew I was wrong. We have sex when I want to, he never denies me. Oral sex between us is always one way, well, two ways. He either uses his mouth on my vagina or on my anus, whichever I am in the mood for. With all this evidence, I never saw that he had submissive desires until the day I looked in the history file on our home computer.

I had lost the web address of a craft site. I intended to buy some things for the kitchen from them. After logging on to a couple of the addresses from the history folder I was in shock. There were images of women beating men with canes and whips until the men were reding and begging for mercy. Women were sitting on faces and torturing the man's penis and balls. There were pictures of women pissing into the mouths of men, powering them to take urine directly from their pussies. The list of activities went on and on. Most of this really put me off. I started to wonder if I had a future with my husband. Then I logged on to a female supremacy site.

This was the web page of a woman who gave advise to other women on how to dominate their husbands and boyfriends. She was a female supremacist and detailed how the woman should be the head of the household and her husband should be subservient to her. This was the natural order of things and following her advise would bring the couple closer together and more in harmony. She believed that women were superior to men and that the only way either could be fully content would be with the husband in complete presentation to the wife. Her thoughts and views on this subject were very interesting, and she looked at many things from an entirely different perspective that I had ever thought of before. For instance, during sex men naturally strive to reach orgasm, ending the act very possibly before the female has reached orgasm. This is why the male should not be in charge of sex and should be required to have the female's permission to before having an orgasm.

In the next couple of weeks I thought about this more and more. I didn't say anything to my husband about it. When I had some time I would log on to the woman's web page and read her essays. There was also a question and answer page and real life stories from other readers. There I found several stories and questions from women who cuckold their husbands and from women who wanted to. I had never heard the term before but it means that the wife has sex with other men while her husband remains loyal to her. She has her affairs with his full knowledge and consent. Many of the women denied their husbands sex even within the marriage. Most of these women kept their husband's penis locked in chastity devices to insure that they remained celibate. All of these women completely dominated their husbands. It amazed me how these women treated their husbands like cuckolds brownie and then ran around with other men right in front of the used husband. In most cases the husband was required to do all the housework plus cater to the permisteral needs of the dominant wife. A common activity of these women was to have their husbands lick the semen of other men out of their vaginas. It took me over a month to read everything and by the time I finished it my thinking had started to change concerning female domination. In many ways I was very excited about the possibilities. I had always wanted to fuck other men but did not want to loose my husband. I am not sure that I still loved him, or that I ever did, but he is a good provider and I didn't want to take a chance loosing the comfortable life I had become accustomed to. While the idea of frivolous sex for me held much appeal, I did not like the idea of my husband enjoying the same sexual freedom. I had a couple of affairs in the last two years, but I did not like the sneaking around. If dominating my husband would offer me a way to fuck around without taking a chance on loosing my home and security then I was all for it. First I had to develop a plan or some kind of strategy. Plus I had to make some decisions about how far I wanted to go with this. Would I have to make him my full time slave in order for him to accept my affairs? The more I thought about it the more deliciously wicked it sounded. I was so excited by the thought that soon I would be fucking strange men while my chauvinistic husband would be at my complete mercy, serving as my houseboy and slave.

After struggling with my thoughts for a week or two I wrote to the woman to get her advice. I told her my feelings as best I could and gave her the most used femdom web pages my husband looked at. Her reply came back a couple of days later and I was very impressed. She spent a lot of time in writing me, and based on the information I had given her she had written a profile of my husband, telling me what techniques I might use to drive him into deeper presentation to me. She said that she thought I could go as far with the "female domination life style" as I wanted and that I should put my wants and needs first. No problem there. She included a web address where I could order a chastity devise and suggested that I get one as soon as possible. She did warn me that if I decided to cuckold my husband it should be done to drive him deeper into presentation to me, not to fulfill my selfish desires to have frivolous sex. I thought I was close enough to wanting both to make a go of it, although my only interest in domination was to push my husband into a place where I could have my sexual freedom while he would remain loyal to me.

I decided on a direct approach with my husband on this. Well, kind of direct.

We were in bed naked in each other's arms. "Honey," I said, "I've been thinking of some ways to spice up our sex life a little. I thought we might try a little domination. What do you think?"

His face lit up like a light had been turned on. "Well sure, I, uh, that sounds great to me. What did you, uh, have in mind?" he could hardly speak.

"Well, I could try the submissive role if you think that would suit you best," I said. It was like I let the air out of his tires. The disappointment on his face was clear to see, as I had known it would be. I wanted it to be my husband's idea to submit to me.

"Oh, uh, Ok," he said.

"You seem a little disappointed, if you're not interested we don't have to try this. Or did you have other ideas about how we could spice things up a little?

"Well, uh, what I mean to say is, uh." he said.

"Go ahead and tell me, I want to know your fantasies, I'll be understanding." I took hold of his penis and started to massage it gently.

"I feel like I'm in the dominant role at work all day," he said. "It's just that I get so tired of making decisions and," he hesitated; sweat had popped out on his forehead.

"Honey, are you saying that you would like for me to dominate you?" His cock was like steel in my hand.

"Yes, I uh, think," he could not look me in the eyes.

"Well, I'll be willing to give it a try, but I'm not sure I can pull off being dominant with you. You will have to help me, and you will have to do whatever I say. Do you still want to give it a try?" This is exactly as I had planned it.

"Sure, yes, uh, I mean I really want to," he said. His excitement was obvious and his cock was like a flagpole.

My first action was to take over our sexual relationship. That night in bed I sat on my husband's stomach and started to pinch his nipples. He moaned in gratitude and his penis was hard against my ass as I worked his nipples with my fingers. "There are some changes we are going to make in our lovemaking," I told him. "You are going to learn to please me, and please me my way. I want you to do it with your mouth. I almost never have orgasms from intercourse. You will be required lick me whenever I say and for as long as I say. You have been doing that for years anyway, but if I take the dominant role with you it's not going to be a game. You're going to learn to obey me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, of course I do," he answered.

"That's Yes Ma'am."

"Yes Ma'am," he repeated.

I played with him until I had him all hot and bothered.

"Good boy," I wanted a demonstration of his submissive role. I turned around and started to lower my ass to his face. "Your first lesion is in ass licking. I want you to lick my ass until I cum, do you understand?"

"Yes, uh, but."

"You know you want to kiss it, don't you?"

"Sure I do, you've always known that I am in love with your ass."

I sat on his face and ordered, "Go ahead and bury your tongue as far up my asshole as it will go. You're going to have to earn your orgasms from now on, and to earn one you have to give me four. Do you understand and agree?" His reply was a muffled grunt into my ass. I lifted my ass up off his mouth. "Was that a yes?" I said.

"Yes, I guess, but four to one, what is this all about."

"It is about you doing as I say," I said as I lowered my anus back to his mouth. "I'm tired of you sticking your little cock in me and cumming before I get warmed up. From now on, you need to get my permission to have an orgasm." I wanted to condition him to accept the fact that he needed help in pleasing me. As I said this I started to undulate my hips and grind my asshole against his mouth. "Stick your tongue in deeper and lick me."

He complied with all my demands but I kept things moving slowly. I didn't want to scare him off. My Internet friend had warned me that many men have submissive fantasies, but rebel when confronted with real life slavery. By the end of the evening he was wild with desire and in a completely submissive mood. I took that opportunity to lock him into his new CB 2000 chastity devise. He was apprehensive, but after a little coaxing he allowed me to lock the devise in place.

After three nights of licking my ass, feet, and armpits, and being denied any relief my husband was desperate for an orgasm, but he had never acted more subservient. His penis would swell to the end of his chastity devise just from just being in the same room with me, and he was becoming more and more obedient. On the fourth night I made him clean the house and dust in the nude, then he was powerd to beg to lick my asshole. I sat on his chest and played with his caged penis behind my back. I asked him to give me his thoughts on my having sex with other men while he watched. He went soft and refused to talk about. I slid up over his mouth and powerd him to eat me to orgasm. I left him unsatisfied again. On the fifth night I removed the devise and sat on his cock. "I can hardly feel your little penis," I said. "I need a big cock to please me," getting him used to the idea of my having another penis to play with. I allowed him to cum but afterward I made him lick his sperm from my cunt. This was to get him used to the idea. He would have to lick me clean after my dates once I had him trained.

The next week went pretty much the same. I kept my husband hot and horny and refused to allow him an orgasm. He responded to all my demands and was completely obedient but still went soft when I talked about having sex with other men. I told him that his attitude about this displeased me. He was powerd to clean house again and cook me dinner. I ate my dinner with him naked and under the table kissing my feet. After I finished my meal I finger fed him the scraps. Subsequently I took him into the living room and told him that he needed to be punished for displeasing me. I had him bend over the arm of the sofa. I took one of his belts and whipped his ass until it was red and covered with marks. Beating him made my pussy so wet that when I finished his whipping I slipped my panties from under my skirt, sat on the sofa and commanded him to eat my pussy. I put my legs over his shoulders and layback to enjoy his service. After a few minuets I got the urge to pee, so I stood over him and rode his face to the floor. I told him that I intended to piss in his mouth and he should take every drop. One of the web pages he had visited was dedicated to male piss takeers, so I knew he fantasized about takeing my urine. He begged me not to do it, but he kept his mouth on my pussy. I slapped his face and told him that I was about to pee and he better not spill a drop. He did as I ordered, sucking my pussy and swallowing, then licking me clean. He was embarrassed by the fact that he allowed me to treat him this way but he was also very turned on. His penis had swelled to the ends of his devise again and he begged me to remove it, saying his erection inside it caused him pain.

"You had better get used to the taste that is in your mouth right now. I intend to do it again whenever the urge hits." He could not look me in the eye his face was so red with offense. I removed the devise and slid back and mounted his cock for the first time in five days. I rode him hard and fast. I grabbed his nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and pinched them until he groaned in pain. It lasted less that two minutes. My pussy was filled with his semen and I moved forward and positioned myself over his face. I plopped my pussy down on his mouth. "I need an orgasm too, you can clean me up and tongue me until I cum." He was actually getting quite good at eating my "cream pie". After I came I peed in his mouth again, then wiped my cunt off on his face and sat back down on his mouth.

"You are going to have to get better at fucking me or I'll be powerd to get a real man to do the job," I said. He could not reply with my cunt on his mouth. He was floored by the new aggressive attitude I had and it seemed that the more dominant I acted toward him the more submissive he became. I repeated the teasing and denial on him for four days again, along with plenty of ass and pussy worship, but when I talked to him about sex with other men he would still go soft, and he didn't want to talk about it. He was becoming accustomed to being naked while I remained fully clothed in the evenings. I wore short skirts with no panties so he could lick me when I desired it. I also pissed in his mouth regularly and made him thank me for allowing him to take my urine. I had clearly become his boss and made him do more and more of the housework. When I was sure he was in a completely submissive mood I decided to confront him about my findings on our computer. He spent most of that evening naked as usual, with his tongue up my asshole and in my pussy. I also took a large cucumber and fucked his ass with it. This seemed to break his resistance down completely and the depth of his presentation had never seemed greater. I made a mental note to stop by the adult shop and get a strap-on dildo to fuck him with.

"Kneel down here Jim, I have something to discuss with you."

He looked worried and probably figured that he was in some sort of trouble.

I opened my legs and raised my skirt a little, then parted the lips of my pussy. "Put your nose right here, and keep it there while we talk. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"I was looking in the history file on our computer a few weeks ago and was quite surprised by what I saw there."

"Oh, well, I do like to read about different things," he said. I giggled as I felt his breath; it was as if he were speaking directly into my anus. "Especially since we started this female domination lifestyle," he added.

"Don't give me that bull cuckolds brownie Jim. The dates on many of the history files precede my starting to dominate you. I have spent a lot of time visiting the sites you were looking at and I have seen first hand how you have responded to my dominance. You are a natural born ass licker. The theme of all the sites you visit is female domination. Where do you think I got the idea to start dominating you? It has become quite obvious to me that your dearest wish is to become my slave. Isn't that right?" His penis had swelled to the end of his devise again.

"But honey," he started to say.

"No buts and no objections or excuses. Tell me Jim, how do you like the taste of my piss? Do you like to take it as much as you thought you would? You've certainly gotten used to it. I bet you would like to have a take right now, wouldn't you?" He was shocked with the direct approach of my questioning and completely red faced with offense. "Well, answer me Jim. Or would you rather I whip you again?"

"Well, actually it taste kind of, uh, well, I don't mind, uh, it is nice. I uh, liked it.

"I knew you did, you are such a slut."

"I, uh, well, I, uh," he was completely stunned, but still with a hard cock.

"Just shut up and listen or I might do it right now. You don't seem to be able to talk anyway. I am more interested in cuckolding you. Do you know what that word means?" I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled his nose a little deeper into my cunt.

"Yes, it means you want to start having sex with other men."

"No, it means I am going to fuck whomever I please and you will have nothing to say about it. If I hear one word of protest from you it will be at least a month before I let you out of the chastity devise again. There are several men at the office that are hitting on me constantly. Next Saturday night I am going out with Dave, you remember him don't you? I'm looking forward to getting fucked for more that five minutes at a time. I hear that his cock is huge," I giggled.

"Linda, please, don't," I pulled his head up by his hair. SMACK. I slapped his face so hard I could clearly see my hand print on his face. Then I pushed his face back down. His nose slipped back into my cunt.

"I told you to shut up, that was not an idle threat I just made, or is that what you want?" He lowered his eyes. A moment later a tear ran down his face. "When I come home Saturday night from my date I want you to meet me at the door naked and on your knees.

"Yes Ma'am," he answered.

I was thrilled with his answer. He was finally accepting my desire to have sex outside our marriage. While I had him in such an agreeable mood I decided to push him a little further. "I will step up over your face and place my pussy over your mouth. You will suck Dave's sperm from my cunt, and then I will piss down your throat to wash it all down. Do you understand?" I smiled as I looked down at his penis. It was still pressing against the end of his devise.

I was thrilled with his answer. He was finally accepting my desire to have sex outside our marriage. While I had him in such an agreeable mood I decided to push him a little further. "I will step up over your face and place my pussy over your mouth. You will suck Dave's sperm from my cunt, and then I will piss down your throat to wash it all down. Do you understand?" I smiled as I looked down at his penis. It was still pressing against the end of his devise.

"Yes Ma'am, but please, uh, please don't," I jerked him up by the hair and slapped his face again. This time so hard that he fell back from his kneeling position onto his ass.

"Get back into position!" I ordered. He was back on his knees instantly with his nose back inside my pussy. "I don't think it is in your best interest to question me again. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good, very good. If you are good and have all the

The New House

By Perrybroom©

Chapter 1

When we decided to move house the business was booming and I found a large detached property with very large grounds on the edge of a village which was well within our budget. Although in need of extensive renovation the property seemed ideal.
I employed a firm of builders from the nearest town, the village too small to accommodate one, and a lot of the work was done before we moved in. Basically what was left to do was the construction of a third garage and renovate a couple of old barns.
Steve, the mister of one of the brothers who ran the building firm, was left to complete the work pretty much on his own, the rest of the crew moving on to another job. It meant that our work should take longer but I’d previously explained to Mr. Bailey, Steve’s man, that there was no urgency about the rest of the work so couldn’t complain.
Steve, a well-built very muscular looking guy of 26, made a pass at my wife as early as the second day of being left on his own at the house. He’d flirted with her before but now the rest of the builders had departed my wife reported that the cock-sure Steve made it very clear he’d like to get inside her knickers. In fact he boasted of having plenty to offer and she shouldn’t be disappointed! When Irene gave him the brush off he merely shrugged his shoulders, saying with a smile that it was her loss. My wife admitted to finding the muscular Steve very attractive and should like to take things further, but only if I approved.
The following day I looked at the long haired guy with a new eye as he worked in the sun wearing only shorts, muscles rippling on his bronzed arms and broad chest with its light covering of curly hair. I can’t deny that I was turned on by the prospect of seeing him fucking my wife. So it was that I told Irene she was free to have some fun with the lad if she wanted and from her response there was little doubt in my mind that she should. My wife was practically drooling at the prospect of bedding the handsome youngster!

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I suppose a few words of explanation are in order at this point in my tale.
Now 50, I’ve always had an interest in voyeurism and was fortunate that in marrying Irene, 49, I found someone not averse to accommodating my desires. From time to time, not often and always very discretely, Irene should have a brief fling for my benefit. Not that she didn’t enjoy her extra marital interludes, far from it in fact, finding the variety of lovemaking techniques she encountered highly exciting and stimulating. But with the fear of gossip always uppermost in both our minds our activities, with two or three exceptions, were of necessity mainly short term flings well away from home.
One of the exceptions was Stuart, a student and so considerably younger than us, who became a regular visitor to the temporary and rented accommodation we were living in while the extensive renovation work was being carried out on our new property.
Admitting to being really turned on by older women, Irene in particular, the lusty Stuart fucked my wife practically every day for three month’s, with me watching whenever work and other commitments permitted. The regular sex proved very stimulating and enjoyable for Irene who had sometimes lamented the infrequent opportunities for her to enjoy the discrete extra marital fun and games she’d come to love. It probably also contributed to her willingness to succumb so readily to Steve’s seductions, Irene having given up her affair with Stuart only reluctantly, when we moved into the new house.
Anyway, enough of the background.
I arrived home on the Friday of the first week of his solo work at the house to be greeted by an exuberant Irene with the thrilling news that she’d enjoyed an afternoon of rampant sex with Steve, who actually fucked her three times before returning to his work minutes before I returned home. A circumstance which no doubt accounted for his smirking facial expression while I’d discussed the work with him prior to entering the house.
I was thrilled to learn he was very well endowed, Irene enthusing that Steve’s penis was probably the largest she’d ever experienced!
Following his fun and games with her on Friday he could hardly contain himself on the Monday. Apparently I was hardly out of the drive before he was in the house and practically ripping my wife’s knickers off to get at her! Little work was done that day and Steve made it clear that he intended bedding Irene daily for the duration of the work. No problem there, she loved every minute of it, but the affair could only be a success from my point of view if I was able to observe the action, at least occasionally.
In the past my wife’s lovers have known from the outset that part of the deal is that I watch the action. A few guys have backed out at the idea of having sex with Irene in front of me and departed without further ado. Most though in fact have found it an added turn on to fuck a married woman in front of her husband, although a few have made no secret of their contempt for me.
With Steve though it was different. For some reamister I felt nervous about revealing my compliance in his seduction of my wife, but I also found it exciting to arrive home and see the smirking Steve, knowing he’d probably spent the best part of the day fucking my wife in my own bed. It somehow excited me to think of him laughing up his sleeve at my expense. Sometimes I’d comment that it didn’t look as if he’d made much progress with the work whereupon Steve explained in patronising terms that he’d encountered difficulties, the technicalities of which I shouldn’t understand.

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There came a time though that I dearly wanted to watch but while keeping my compliance secret from him. This was accomplished due to our new house possessing a rear balcony overlooking the fields, one of the deciding factors in our purchase, and in fact we’d made that room rather than the front our main bedroom. By this time Steve had fucked my wife all over the house, both kitchen and dining room tables seeing some action, but our bedroom remained their main venue so I had high hopes of watching them from the balcony.
Weekends were the best bet, Irene ringing Steve and inviting him over saying I should be out for a couple of hours, and Steve, despite fucking my wife five days a week, was always game for more!
So there I was on the balcony, my tense excitement augmented to a great extent by the knowledge that should my wife’s lover decide he needed some fresh air and open the sliding door on to it I couldn’t avoid being discovered. I was able to watch them just three times before the inevitable happened. It’s the events subsequent to my being discovered that proved an eye opener, events which revealed a masochistic side of myself that up to then I’d only had vague intimations of.
(A guy called Rod had sex with Irene a few times about eight years earlier and his outright contempt of a husband who could willingly allow it to happen, and indeed masturbate while watching, served to excite rather than embarrass me. The humiliating remarks he subjected me to gave pause for thought at the time and were a forerunner to my subsequent belittlement by Steve, but I digress.)
My heart leapt into my mouth as Steve came towards the sliding door and I realised his intention. Then he was on the balcony and staring at me with disbelief written on his face. I remained in the same crouching position he’d caught me in, aware that my face was growing warm as the situation became clearer to him. My trousers open, penis out and in my hand, a hand sticky with semen, told Steve precisely what I’d been doing.
There was silence at first as I was confronted by Steve in nothing but his underpants, the naked Irene visible on the bed behind him recovering from a vigorous bout of intercourse. I had timed my own ejaculation to perfection coming at the precise moment Steve did likewise inside my wife.
“Hell’s bell’s!” he exclaimed at last. “You must be one of those wimps who get off on seeing other guys fucking your wife.”
The tension was broken by his laughter before Steve commented that he couldn’t understand how any guy could enjoy seeing the things he’d just done to mine. I assured Steve that I really did enjoy what I’d seen, stammering somewhat as I said that I hoped my deceit in spying on them hadn’t put him off and he’d continue to fuck my wife until the building work was complete, adding that Irene found his lovemaking really satisfying.
“Hardly surprising if that’s all you’ve got to offer,” he sneered, poking my penis with his toe. “And what makes you think it shall end when the building work does. Your missus is a damn good fuck and as she can’t get enough of my cock I shall be happy to continue servicing her for you. You’re obviously too much of a wimp to satisfy her yourself.”
Grinning, he took me by the ear to drag me, still on my knees, into the room. I had to literally crawl behind him and it was a procedure that set the tone for our future relationship, and one which I acquiesced without thinking, shuffling along in his wake.
Steve was plainly enjoying himself now as he towered over me, clearly relishing the unexpected, not to say unusual, position he found himself in. He then said the words which sent a shiver of anticipation through me. Steve told me that when he had my wife tomorrow he’d tie me to a chair beside the bed so I’d be powerd to watch their lovemaking at close quarters but be unable to play with myself or intervene if I didn’t like what I saw. Intervention should be out of the question in any case as he pointed out, I’d hardly be a match for the fit and muscular guy grinning down at me.
“For now though you can piss off and leave us in peace, I think your wife’s ready for more cock.”
“Hm, yes please.” Irene murmured.
While I was pulling my trousers up Steve removed his underpants and I stared at his penis in disbelief. Perhaps I needed to humiliate myself further because I groaned, gasping, “God it’s huge!”
“Yea by the time I’ve finished with Irene’s cunt your little boys willy shall get lost in there.” Steve jeered, shepherding me towards the door, his mighty penis swaying between his thighs.
“Piss off and wash my van,” he added as an afterthought, pushing me out onto the landing.
Irene’s laughter joined his as I stumred down the stairs. I felt totally humiliated by my wife’s lover but also realised it was exactly what I wanted, perhaps needed, and set to with a will, cleaning his van both inside and out. I even vacuumed the mats to leave it spotless, my toil merely arousing Steve’s contempt when he eventually came out ready to go.

(ctd.)

* * *
The following day I wholeheartedly went along with Steve’s plan of tying me up, not that I had any choice in the matter, and spent a very frustrating hour or so watching their lovemaking while unable to masturbate. Afterwards I was sent outside to clean his car, Steve having arrived in a different vehicle presumably to take advantage of my subservience.
The only disadvantage was that the building work took longer, considerably longer, than originally estimated. Inevitably Mr Bailey put the price up accordingly, telling me that Steve reported encountering unexpected difficulties, although from the wink I happened to see him give his mister I felt pretty sure he knew the real reamister.
It quickly became apparent that domination gave Steve a real buzz, as previously unknown to him as the depths of my own masochism had been to me, and he explored and exploited the situation to the full.
Following the initial van and car cleaning Steve made it a regular Saturday occurrence, finding it hilarious to spend the afternoons screwing my wife while I cleaned his vehicles thoroughly, both inside and out. Sunday became the only time I was permitted to watch their lovemaking, as by this time Steve was fucking my wife every single day, leaving her satiated and with no interest in having any sort of sex with me. My frustration was a source of great amusement for Steve who always tied me up so that I was unable to masturbate while watching them. Releasing me he threw my wife’s knickers to me.
“Go and toss yourself off in the bathroom wimp. Wrap your wife’s knickers round your cock; it’s the closest you shall get to her cunt for a long, long time.” Steve taunted.
I dashed from the room desperate to do just that, his jeering laughter following me to the bathroom.
This was an angle I hadn’t bargained for but found it incredibly exciting, arousing, words seem inadequate to describe my feelings, to be dominated, humiliated and indeed punished by this young guy who was enjoying daily sex sessions with my wife. I suppose we were lucky in that our hitherto relaxing desires complemented one another.
Humiliation became the name of the game as the following shall illustrate.

* * *
One day I arrived home to find Steve digging a trench. He ordered me to carry on with the work, saying he was going inside to get my wife to suck his cock and balls before giving her a good fucking.
“The second of the day,” he grinned. “I gave Irene a good shafting soon after you went off to work this morning.”
I rolled my sleeves up, glad to know that our detached house was sufficiently secluded to prevent neighbours or passers by witnessing my activities. While I worked I could hear laughter coming from the house and eventually a nude Steve appeared on the balcony. After a few seconds Irene also came out, still in her underwear, and kneeling took Steve’s penis between her lips. When she transferred her attention to his testicles I paused to watch, excited by the greedy way she sucked his balls into her mouth.
Steve shouted down telling me to get on with the work but then distracted me further by lifting Irene to her feet and removing the rest of her clothing. Propelling her to the front of the balcony Steve was deliberately flaunting my naked wife at me, knowing full well I hadn’t had sex with for over two months.
“Come on put your back into it, I want that trench finished by the time I come back.” he shouted.
Watching as I resumed my toil, he laughed uproariously.
“Your wife’s on the bed now, legs wide open ready for me, her cunt mine for the taking. While your working up a sweat digging I shall be doing the same but mine shall be due to the exertion of fucking her,” he taunted.
I had been erect since first seeing Irene on the balcony and despite my toils on the trench my erection remained, stoked up by the noise of pounding bedsprings and my wife’s happy yells and cries.
When Steve returned outside and cast his eye over the trench he commented that I hadn’t made much progress.
“You haven’t done as a good a job on my trench as I have on your wife. I’ve left her shagged out on the bed, cunt gaping and my spunk dribbling from it.”
I apologised, explaining that I wasn’t used to manual labour, and found myself thoroughly enjoying the grovelling role.
“Well I’m off now and expect to find the trench finished when I return in the morning, so you’d better get on with it. Your wife’s looking forward to another good pounding from my cock so I don’t want to waste time finishing off your shoddy work.” Steve told me.
Apologising again I told Steve I’d do my best to get the trench finished to his liking.
“You’d better or I might have to take my belt to your bare arse, you snivelling little worm,” he snarled. “Irene’s only too pleased to have a real man taking care of her needs in place of a wanker like you.”
Steve departed laughing happily and I resumed my digging. The work took most of the evening and following a shower I collapsed on the bed exhausted, falling arelax within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.
Next morning I was depositing my briefcase in the car when Steve pulled up in his van. I had an early meeting but Steve insisted that I accompany him on an inspection of the trench before leaving.
“Good, you got it finished.”
There was a triumphant note in his voice.
“It took him all evening and he was flaked out afterwards. Hubby lacks your stamina darling.” Irene told him, her hand on Steve’s bottom.
“Was he too tired to bother you with demands for sex then?”
“God yes, he was absolutely shattered. Anyway hubby knows it’s your incredible cock I want, not his shrivelled up little thing.”
“Finally got the message has he?” Steve smirked, sliding his arm round her waist.
He knows I sometimes make sexual overtures to Irene and humiliatingly also knows she invariably repulses them.
“It should only have taken me fifteen minutes to finish that little trench,” he told me contemptuously when I displayed my blistered hands, thinking perhaps to elicit his sympathy.
Explaining about the meeting I asked if I could go and he replied,
“Yes bugger off, and while you’re pounding down the motorway you can think about me back here pounding your wife’s cunt. I bet it’s already wet in anticipation.”
“It is and I didn’t bother with any underwear thinking it a waste of time.” Irene confirmed much to his delight.
“Doesn’t look as if you shall be getting it anytime soon,” he jeered when we parted company at the front door, me to embark on a long boring motorway journey, Steve to follow Irene to the bedroom.
“I fucked your wife three times yesterday and she still wants more, but not from you,” he taunted.
Steve’s sexual appetite was amazing and at times seemed insatiable. For instance one Saturday morning he arrived early and literally pulled me out of bed to take my place beside Irene, having his own house key by this time. Barely awake I heard him telling me to clear off and wait downstairs; he’d give me a shout when they were ready for breakfast.
“Shan’t be for a while though, your wife needs a good fucking first.”
When I carried their breakfast tray up an hour or so later Irene was in the bathroom.
“Your wife’s cunt has become very much a home from home for my cock,” he taunted as I served his breakfast. “She can’t get enough of it. You can clear off out now.”
“But I’ve got paper work to do here.” I protested.
“Don’t argue, just piss off and leave me in peace to enjoy Irene’s services. If you’re not out of here in sixty seconds I shall give you a thrashing to remember.”
At that I scurried away, Steve’s derisive laughter following me down the stairs.
It’s quite impossible to describe the sensations involved in such activities as being powerd to kneel beside the bed with my arms behind my back, wrists tied tightly to ankles, and made to watch Steve and Irene having sex. To see his broad backside heaving up and down, the downward movements corresponding to wild, ecstatic cries from my wife beneath him and the upward movement corresponding to her long drawn out sighs, was incredible arousing while at the same time frustrating.
Even the look of contempt on Steve’s face when he cast glances my way added to the excitement and I found myself revelling in my ignominious position, hoping their fun and games continued for a long, long time to come.
I revelled in Steve’s open contempt and found myself hoping for more and was rarely disappointed, the culmination of their intercourse invariably bringing more browniehing remarks my way as he heaved himself off an almost delirious Irene and wiped his smelly penis over my face. They should regularly leave me still tied and grovelling on the bedroom floor while taking a joint shower or bath.
The building work was finally completed but not Steve’s affair with Irene. The long haired, muscular youngster continues to fuck my wife daily while subjecting me to various punishments and offenses, regularly spanking me in front of her to demonstrate and reinpower his dominance.

Chapter 2

One Saturday Steve told, nay ordered me, to follow him on a tour of our somewhat neglected garden. At a large tree right at the end of my property, the hedge bordering fields, he called a halt.
“This shall do nicely. See this area next to the tree; I want it cleared of all weeds and rubbish by evening.” Steve told me, indicating the overgrown ground beside the thick old tree trunk.
“But my brother and his family are due to visit this afternoon.” I protested.
“You’d better put them off then, unless you want your brother to find me shagging the arse off his sister in law,” he grinned.
Ignoring my protests Steve merely reiterated his instructions.
“Stop whinging and get on with it. Your hot and randy wife’s keeping the bed warm for me and my cock’s eager to take up its rightful place inside her cunt.”
With no idea of why he wanted the ground cleared I started on the work, pausing after an hour to go back to the house and phone my brother and tell him something had come up and his visit should have to be postponed. With my wife’s shrieks of joy emanating from the bedroom, Steve was plainly fucking her, I had to cut the call short fearful that my brother might hear.
The ground clearance proved hard, back breaking work for one unused to manual labour and took most of the day to complete, Steve only allowing me to take one very short break for lunch.
It was on the Sunday that I discovered the reamister for the ground clearance when Steve told me to collect a rug and follow them to the tree.
What happened next soon became one of Steve’s favourite activities and, to my shame, one of mine. He told me to stand facing the tree where I passively allowed him to tie my wrists together on the far side of it so that in effect I was embracing the tree. The mocking laugh which accompanied his words when Steve said that I could rub myself off against the tree while a real man had fun with my wife did indeed provoke an erection.
By craning my neck somewhat painfully I was just able to see them sporting on the rug which he’d spread out on the patch of ground I’d cleared. I did indeed indulge in the ignominious act of rubbing myself against the tree whilst watching Steve strip my wife naked before undressing himself. But then he returned to my side of the tree and I writhed helplessly as he powerd my trousers and underpants down. I could only stand in helpless anticipation, realising his intention, while he then searched for a suitable stick.
With Irene remaining on the rug, legs apart deliberately flaunting herself at me, her lover began beating my exposed buttocks with the stick. The blows, growing more and more vicious, were accompanied by insults and taunts about what he was going to do to Irene. How he was going to fuck my wife on the rug and give her the satisfaction she craves and needs but has never got from me. With my screams of pain and helplessness ringing out I realised why Steve had selected the most remote spot for my ground clearance, the tree being as far away as possible from our nearest neighbours.
The beating over, a highly excited Steve quickly mounted my wife and Irene’s ecstatic yell as his penis drove into her matched my own cries of pain earlier. He was fucking her with a rapidity that took my breath away and to my undying shame I rubbed myself off against the tree as I watched his backside pumping up and down, up and down between my wife’s thighs.
Afterwards I had to listen to Steve’s sneers and jeers when he released me from the tree and saw what I’d done, Irene humiliatingly joining in his laughter.
“I never need to toss myself off like you,” he taunted. “I can have your wife whenever I want, her cunt’s mine for the exclusive use of, isn’t that right Irene?”
“Of course darling, I shall spread my legs for your lovely big cock anytime you want.”
Her reply delighted Steve while serving as a further reminder of my helplessness to put a stop to their affair even if I wanted to.
He went off towards the house saying he was going to join Irene in the shower, leaving me to rub my aching limbs, my neck in particular stiff and aching from straining to see around the tree.
Reaching the house in my turn I couldn’t even get in, the bastard had locked me out, and when I knocked seeking admittance merely stuck his head out a window and told me to piss off or be quiet otherwise he’d take his belt to my already painful bottom.

* * *
A rather cold, overcast day in mid October, Steve again led me to the tree where as usual I allowed myself to be secured to it. Resisting the powerfully built youngster, by now my Master in every way should have been pointless anyway.
For once Irene wasn’t with us and when Steve pulled my trousers and underpants down I just expected the usual beating before a return to the warm house, the weather looking too inclement to hang about outdoors. It all seemed a bit pointless to me and I couldn’t see any sense in bringing me out, he might just as well have punished me inside, and I even remonstrated to Steve about it. He merely laughed though.
“Right,” he grinned, eying me tied to the tree, trousers and underpants down around my knees. “I’m going back to the house now to have some fun with your wife. You shall receive your just deserts in due course.”
Tied helplessly to the tree I had no idea of the passage of time but it was boring and growing increasingly cold. In fact I’d felt a couple of spots of rain by the time I heard Steve approaching through the undergrowth.
“Well, well, what have we here?”
I was horrified. It wasn’t Steve’s voice and for a moment I couldn’t imagine who it could be. When he moved into my line of sight though I recognised the burly and bearded figure of Mr Bailey, Steve’s man. My horror deepened when I saw him undoing a fearsome looking belt and heard him say, “While my lad’s fucking the arse of your missus I’m going to flay yours with my belt.”
“No!” I gasped.
“And can you guess what I’m going to do next?”
“No.” I murmured, aware of Mr Bailey flexing his belt in readiness to deliver the first blow.
“By the time I’ve finished thrashing your arse my lad should have finished fucking your missus so I’m going up to the house and take a turn with her.”
“God no, you swine. No, no.” I shouted, my voice rising to a scream when his belt cut into my buttocks.
“Oh yes,” he jeered. “Me and the lad are going to spend the afternoon taking turns with your wife, while you’re all trussed up out here. Between us we’re going to give the little lady a fucking to remember.”
I was pleading with him to release me and leave us alone, even humiliating myself further by offering Mr Bailey money, but he merely laughed and continued the beating. By the time he paused I was screaming almost continuously, the beating far more painful than anything Steve had subjected me to.
“Your wife’s addicted to big cocks now after months of regular fucking from my lad so your tiny little thing’s of no use to her.” Mr Bailey told me, back in full view again.
Unzipping he lowered his grubby looking jeans and produced a penis the size of which made me gasp, and it wasn’t even erect!
“Another half dozen blows and then I’m going to go and see how your wife likes the feel of this up her cunt,” he said, waving his penis at me.
“God no. It’s huge!” I yelled. “Leave her alone.”
“What and disappoint Irene, your wife’s gagging for it. When Steve told her my cock’s even bigger than his the slut begged him to bring me along, and from what he’s told me about her I’m looking forward to giving the whore a good fucking.”
“What!” I exclaimed. “Does Irene know about this?”
“Of course,” he jeered. “And she also knows I’m out here tanning your arse while she’s enjoying Steve’s services. According to him your wife can’t get enough cock so we’re gonna treat her as our own permisteral whore, cheaper than paying for it; in fact we might charge you to keep quiet about things!”
I yelled, both in pain and frustration, when he continued the beating.
“When we’ve finished with Irene’s cunt your little cock shall get lost in there,” he jeered. “Your wife shan’t even be able to feel it inside by the time we’ve opened her up.”
To my shame I was sobbing by the time he’d finished and barely aware of his departure. I was alone, but not for long.
“Did my old man show you his cock and tell you what he was going to do with it?”
Steve’s voice in my ear made me jump as I hadn’t heard him approach, my mind going over and over Mr Bailey’s words.
“Yes.” I murmured, “Tell me it isn’t true.”
Steve laughed and slapped my bottom making me wince.
“You know it’s true. At this precise minute I should think the old fellah’s fucking your wife and really giving her what for.” Steve taunted. “He’s done a good job on your arse too; it’s all red and raw.”
His mouth close to my ear Steve hissed, “My old man’s up in your bedroom fucking your wife, something he shall be doing a lot in future. We shall be taking turns with her.”
I groaned and he laughed, jeering, “Resign yourself to it wimp. While you’re playing with your little boys cock real men shall be pounding your wife’s cunt, she’s ours to use as we see fit. It’s coming on to rain so I’m going back to the house to see if the slut likes threesomes. You might as well hang around here thinking about Irene sucking my cock while the old fellah fucks her.”
Laughing at his supposed wit Steve ran back towards the house leaving me tied to the tree in the increasingly heavy downpour.
My anguish, physical from the rain stinging and reigniting the pain of my ***d buttocks, and mental from wondering what the men should be doing to Irene, was intense. Mr Bailey had made it plain he shouldn’t countenance any refusal or resistance from Irene, should she have changed her mind.
“Not that I expect any resistance, she likes cock too much for that, but come what may I’m going to fuck the bitch whether she wants it or not. I shall **** the tart if need be and unless you want your life story out in the open you shall keep quiet about it. From what Steve told me your wife’s had more pricks than a pin cushion so one more shan’t make any difference.”
Still pondering Mr Bailey’s parting words I hardly noticed the rain had eased off when he was suddenly by my side again.
“I don’t need to tell you where that’s been,” he jeered, flaunting his flaccid but huge looking penis at me.
“I’ve just had your wife.” Mr Bailey went on triumphantly. “She’s an incredibly good fuck, my lad was right, I’m definitely going to be having lots more of her cunt.”

(ctd.)

“No, no.” I yelled when he slapped my bottom. “Leave us alone.”
“I don’t think so,” he chuckled. “My lad’s giving it to her again now and when he’s finished I’m going to take another turn.”
Suddenly thrusting his hand between my thighs Mr Bailey grabbed my testicles.
“Another peep out of you and I shall give your useless little balls a good hard squeeze,” he snarled, applying a little pressure as he did so, just enough to make me beg him to desist.
“Your wife’s ours to use as we see fit and don’t you forget it.” Mr Bailey snarled and with that he’d gone, the rain was coming on again.
It was Steve who came to taunt me next.
“My old man’s thoroughly enjoying himself today, both fucking your wife and having some fun with you,” he said, untying me from the tree.
Released from the uncomfortable position after so long I collapsed on the wet ground at the smiling Steve’s feet.
“The old fellah said it was a good day when we got this contract and to tell you he shall be a regular visitor from now on.”
I groaned, seeing Mr Bailey approaching.
“That’s right, the wimp’s wife is our plaything to do as we want with,” he jeered.
He was again undoing his jeans and I cowered on the ground when he said,
“Let’s see how the bastard likes the taste of my cock now it’s been hard up his wife’s cunt. Come on numpty lick it clean.”
I made no move so Steve knelt and powerd my face into contact with his man’s testicles. Father and mister were laughing as Mr Bailey’s penis and balls were rubbed back and forth across my face until Steve powerd my mouth open and I had no choice but to accept the penis between my lips. With the men jeering and exchanging contemptuous remarks about me I licked and sucked Mr Bailey’s penis.
I was then powerd to enact the same scenario with Steve, licking and sucking his penis also.
“Remember what we planned? I’m ready when you are mister.” Mr Bailey said.
“Right, let’s relieve ourselves.” Steve replied.
A stream of urine from Mr Bailey’s penis hit me on the chest, soaking through my already sodden shirt, before he directed it onto my face. With Steve joining in I did nothing but grovel whimpering at their feet, man and mister laughing jubilantly as they urinated on me, both making sure to soak my face.
“Go and see how we’ve left your wife, shagged out on the bed.” Steve said finally, shaking the last drops of urine onto my face.
“Yea, your missus has been well and truly fucked today.” Mr Bailey jeered. “Between us we’ve fucked her 4 times and really opened her cunt up.”
Zipping up man and mister moved off, Mr Bailey pausing to shout back,
“Just so as you know, I’m coming back tomorrow for some more, and the next day, and the next. I’m gonna use your wife like a slut, fucking her whenever I feel like it. In fact we both are and there’s nothing you can do to stop us, your wife wants our cocks as much as we want her juicy cunt.”
The men went on their way laughing merrily and I made my way somewhat painfully to the house. They were right! Irene lay flaked out on the bed, legs flung wide, vagina gaping open, and the lips looking red and swollen. Her thighs were a mass of small bruises and I thought at first she’d been taken violently, particularly as she was crooning softly to herself.
“Sorry for letting you in for that, I couldn’t stop them.” I mumred my apologies.
“Oh but it was fantastic.” Irene smiled up at me. “Two huge cocks, one after the other, I’ve never experienced anything like it. Or so many orgasms!”
Clearly embarrassed to see me staring hungrily between her thighs my wife rolled over onto her tummy and I was shocked to see teeth marks all over her buttocks.
“Who did that?”
“Steve added a couple but most are his man’s.” Irene told me. “He also licked and kissed my anus, it was heavenly. But you’re all wet and smelly.”
I told Irene everything that had been done to me, including the men urinating over me, but if I expected any sympathy and concern, was sadly mistaken. She merely laughed!
Confirming that Mr Bailey should indeed be returning tomorrow, and hopefully for a long time to come, Irene told me that it excited her to be the men’s sex slave.
“I’ve agreed to be their slut, to use whenever and however they want.” Irene giggled.

* * *
With the passing months my sexual deprivation served as a constant source of amusement for man and mister. It wasn’t that my wife refused, or didn’t want to have sex with me but due to at least one; often the pair of them, fucking her daily, and anything up to 4 times a day, Irene was left satiated and fully satisfied. Far more so than I could ever hope to satisfy her as Mr Bailey took great pleasure in regularly reminding me.
I should often be banished from the house on their arrival, Mr Bailey in particular usually sending me on my way with a variety of contemptuous remarks.
“Close the door on your way out numpty, a real man’s here to take care of your wife now.” Typical of them.
However, from time to time he made me stay so as to witness Irene’s pleasure at his hands. My wife’s ecstatic yells and screams echoing round the house while the guy fucked her invariably made me cringe, I knew as he did that she’d never responded so vociferously with me.
“Your wife’s mine now as far as sex is concerned,” he jeered.
Mr Bailey also gloatingly told me, as I’d already realised myself, that Irene should never again be content with my little penis.
“With 2 big cocks pounding her cunt day after day your wife shall never have any more use for your pathetic little thing,” he taunted, adding. “By the time we’ve finished with her, your wife’s cunt shall be open house for any big cock that comes her way, the tart shall drop her knickers for anything in trousers.”

Chapter 3

Whereas Steve’s offense and punishment of me had been carried out in a relatively light-hearted manner, just as an added extra to his main interest in having sex with my wife, Mr Bailey proved far more malicious in his dealings with me. In fact I sometimes thought he derived as much pleasure in the punishment and offense of me as he did in fucking Irene!
A shaven headed, moustachioed guy, Mr Bailey always insisted on his surname being used in my dealings with him and never allowed me to address him by his Christian name. Forty eight when his fun and games with us began, Mr Bailey could be very sadistic at times, seeming to take malicious pleasure in humiliating and belittling me in front of my wife. He encouraged his mister to join in the derision of me, regularly making me grovel on the floor at their feet listening to the scorn and contempt they enjoyed heaping on me. Irene found it highly entertaining, even encouraging the men in their abasement of me, much to Mr Bailey’s joy and my own sense of offense.
“I’m going to power you down to the depths of degradation and then some, you snivelling worm,” he snarled one day. “Your wife’s our property to do as we want with now, to use her cunt whenever we want.”
Once a week Mr Bailey made a point of caning and whipping me in front of Irene, a offense I actually grew to love! Afterwards I should sometimes be ordered to insert his penis inside my wife’s vagina, Mr Bailey remarking one day that it must make a change to have a decent sized cock in my hand instead of my own little thing.
Sometimes he should order me to masturbate while he fucked Irene, something else I was only too happy to do as I watched his massive penis drilling in and out of my wife, his sneers and jeers doing nothing to dampen my ardour.
“A schoolboy’s cap and short trousers for you from now on Noddy.” Mr Bailey told me one day, handing me said items.
“Yea, you’ve only got a little boy’s cock so you might as well wear little boy’s clothes whenever real men are here to take care of Irene,” a smiling Steve added.
From then on I was expected to dress as a little boy in short trousers, school tie and blazer, with a school cap on my head whenever either of the men were in the house. Any neglect on my part to don the required attired should result in a caning, particularly severe when administered by Mr Bailey, so I had no choice but to adopt the humiliating role of schoolboy.
One day I was made to stand in the corner of the bedroom facing the wall with a dunces cap on my head, and orders not to look round. I must have stood there for well over 2 hours, fully erect throughout, while I listened to my wife’s ecstatic cries ringing out as the 2 men enjoyed themselves with her.
Irene’s shrieks and cries had, by this time, become very familiar, daily echoing around the house as one or other of the big men fucked her.
Nearly every time he visited Mr Bailey ordered me to lick his penis, chiefly after he’d fucked Irene, intent on displaying his mastery over me to her.

* * *
Then came the day I was ordered to strip naked whereupon Mr Bailey tied my wrists together behind my back while Steve secured my ankles. Completely helpless I was then carried to the bathroom and placed, non to gently, into the empty bath.
“Hope you stocked up with the cans of beer we ordered.” Steve said.
“Yes, there are lots in the fridge.”
“Good. We’re now going back downstairs to take and have some fun with Irene. When our bladders are full to bursting we shall come back and empty them on you.” Mr Bailey informed me.
Well I’ve been urinated on a few times by now but his next words made me squirm and protest vehemently.
“We shall bring Irene with us so she can watch while we piss all over you. Show your wife what a total wimp you are, how you’re under our thumb, our slave to command.” Mr Bailey sneered, Steve jeering, “What a turd, what a tosser, just standing by while other guys fuck your missus.”
Of course my protests went unheeded, man and mister departed laughing. I was left contemplating Mr Bailey’s words, shattered that they intended to humiliate me thus in front of Irene.
Periodically while laying helplessly in the bath I heard bursts of laughter coming up from the lounge.
Time passed very slowly to my tormented mind but eventually the men returned and my heart sank to see Irene with them, perhaps I’d hoped she might refuse to come. They were all naked and the sight of my wife’s body, the many love bites on her bottom and bruises on her thighs, testifying to much vigorous lovemaking over the months, prompted the inevitable erection followed by their also inevitable scorn.
“Look at hubby’s tiny little cock Irene; even with a hard on it’s barely 3 inches.” Steve jeered, flaunting his massive penis at me.
My wife smiled and ran her fingers lovingly along the length of his penis.
“Still you don’t have any need or use for his tiny cock nowadays do you love?” Mr Bailey said leering at me as he took one of my wife’s baloobas in his hand. “Now you’ve got our big cocks to play with you never need bother with his again.”
My wife, who now had an arm around each of their waists as they stood in a row beside the bath looking down at me, smiled at Mr Bailey and said, “You’re right, it’s a pathetically small little thing. I can’t imagine how I could ever have got any pleasure from it inside me. Not like your lovely big cocks.”
The men laughed while I cringed at Irene’s willingness to join in their offense of me.
“I hope the pair of you are going to continue fucking me for many years to come. You know it’s what I need and I shall do anything you want.” Irene murmured, now cradling their balls in her hands.
The men’s laughter had a distinctly triumphant ring to it now before Mr Bailey leant over to hiss, “Now you’ve heard it from her own lips wimp, your wife shall open her legs for us anytime. Some of our mates shall also be sampling her cunt before we’re done.”
He straightened up again, grinning smugly as he looked down at me. If he had wanted to demonstrate his power over me he had certainly succeeded. It was plain that my wife had become their plaything to use as they saw fit, just as he’d predicted all those months ago.
A jeering Mr Bailey began urinating over me, his mister quickly joining in, and my offense was compounded by Irene’s willingness, nay eagerness, to hold the 2 big cocks and direct the streams of urine over my body. Following Mr Bailey’s instruction she made sure to thoroughly soak my face, the men’s triumphant laughter ringing out as I twisted and turned in vain to avoid the streams of hot pee cascading onto me. Of course I closed my eyes, both to avoid the pee and to shut out the sight of the men’s gloating faces, but it went up my nose and, as I spluttered, also into my mouth much to their delight.
The twin streams dwindled to a trickle, Irene shaking the last few drops down onto me, and I breathed a sigh of relief that it was over. The relief was short lived though. I was horrified to see the men lift my wife up and hold her over the side of the bath, legs wide apart. Then she too urinated over me, the direction inevitably more wayward than the men’s, but my sense of ignominy and offense at her willingness to play a part in their torment of me knew no bounds.
“You might as well have a good look at your wife’s cunt now you’ve got the opportunity.” Steve jeered.
“Yea, have a good look at what you’re not getting wimp.” Mr Bailey sneered, joining in the mockery. “Your wife’s cunt is ours to use whenever we want. Isn’t that right Irene?”
“Of course darling. Leave him now and take me to the bedroom, I want to feel your lovely big cocks inside me again.”
Laughing triumphantly, man and mister carried her from the room, Mr Bailey looking back to taunt, “We’re both going to fuck your wife now while you lay there stinking in our piss. I shall leave the door open so you hear Irene’s shrieks while we give it to her.”
He was certainly right there although I should have heard my wife’s yells and cries even if all doors had been closed!
When Steve’s visits stopped due to a relationship developing with a girl his own age I had hopes that Mr Bailey should also cease to plague us, or rather me, as Irene had no problem with his attentions. Just the opposite in fact!
It wasn’t to be though. Mr Bailey, he continued to insist on the prefix Mr whenever I addressed him, turned out to be a divorcee who prior to his fun and games with Irene had regularly visited prostitutes.
“Don’t need to pay for it anymore though,” he gloated when telling me this. “I can use your wife whenever I get the urge.”
Seeing me biting my lip, Mr Bailey went on, “That’s right your wife’s my own private prostitute to use as I see fit and with the added bonus of being free! Mind you I might share her with a few selected mates. Could even make a few quid by hiring her out.”
He laughed at my protests.
“In fact it’s a redy good idea. I can make some money from your wife opening her legs for a load of blokes. We both know she’s nothing but a whore. As long as the slut’s got a big fat cock inside her she doesn’t care who’s on the end of it.”
He was as good as his word, unfortunately!
Over the next few months I became used to Mr Bailey arriving with friends, friends who should invariably be introduced to me as the cuckold husband. He always made sure I witnessed the transaction when the guy, or sometimes guys, in question handed him the money to have sex with Irene.
“Nice little earner for me, your wife’s cunt,” he gloated one day waving a wad of notes in my face, with 3 guys sitting in the lounge watching a football match on television while waiting their turn, a fourth upstairs with Irene. “Twenty quid a time, but at least they’re getting it unlike you!”
One day Mr Bailey arrived in one of the firms small trucks. Nothing unusual there as, following Steve’s example, he often used me to clean the firms vehicles. On this occasion though the brother who runs the building firm with him was seated beside Mr Bailey.
I approached in some trepidation when Mr Bailey shouted to me, not relishing being humiliated in front of his brother. He told me to unload the wood, planks and such like, and carry it into the larger of my two barns.
“What for?”
“Don’t ask questions wimp; just do as you’re told.” Mr Bailey snapped, his brother grinning at my discomfort.
The brother was introduced as Eric, at forty five a bit younger than Mr Bailey.
“This is the wimp I told you about.” Mr Bailey said as introduction.
“What the guy who can’t satisfy his wife so you do the business for him?”
“Yea, me and a lot of other blokes. Pathetic isn’t he.”
With the brothers laughing I hurriedly began unloading and carrying the materials into the barn, keen to escape their scorn. Eventually everything had been transported inside, my work overseen by the lounging, grinning brothers.
“Eric’s involved with the carpentry side of the business.” Mr Bailey told me. “He’s going to construct a couple of things in the barn and you can help out as his lackey. Meanwhile I’m going over to the house and give your wife another good fucking.”
He turned away laughing and Eric set to work.
My role consisted in passing items to him as required, lengths of wood, tools, nails etc. Soon the first construction began to take shape and I recognised a pillory.
“My brother wants you locked in this while he enjoys your wife,” a smiling Eric told me. “Your hands padlocked up beside your head shall prevent you playing with yourself. I bet you want to now!”
His last remark was prompted by Irene’s yell reaching us from the bedroom and Eric paused in his work to listen.
“Hmm, sounds as if Bro’s really giving it to your wife. Can you imagine her writhing on the end of his cock?” he taunted.
I said nothing and the laughing Eric resumed his work.
“There, nearly finished. Put your head and hands in for a trial run.”
I did as he said, knowing refusal should be pointless, and the top bar came down affectively trapping my head and hands through the three holes. After snapping a padlock shut, Eric lowered the crossbar downwards and it was only then that I realised the ingenuity of his construction. Unlike a normal pillory the upright had a series of notches into which the crossbar could be fitted and as he tested them I found myself powerd to shuffle my feet backwards until my body was bent at right angles.
“Perfect, works a treat,” he said, grabbing a handful of hair to yank my face upwards. “What do you think my brother’s been doing while we’ve been working out here?”
I remained silent until Eric snapped, “Come on spit it out, you know full well what’s been happening in the house. You heard the lady screaming with pleasure same as I did. What’s he been up to?”
“Fucking my wife.” I murmured.
“That’s right but put some detail on it. Tell me the things they’ve been doing, apparently you’ve watched enough times. And call me Sir, I’m your Master now along with my brother so show me some respect.”
While talking Eric moved out of my line of sight and feeling his hands undoing my trousers I groaned, guessing what was coming next.
“Come on, talk to me,” he urged, pulling my trousers and underpants down.
“My wife shall have been licking and sucking your brother’s penis and balls while he licked her cunt.” I stammered reluctantly.
Feeling the cold blade of the saw stroking my bared and defenceless bottom and fearful about what he might do, I went on hurriedly, “Then he shall have fucked my wife, driving his big hard cock in and out of her cunt to spunk deep inside her.” I gabred.
A raucous laugh from the doorway brought my head up and I saw the naked Mr Bailey, a broad grin on his face, as he studied his brother’s handiwork.
“Excellent bit of carpentry,” he beamed. “And you’re right, smell where that’s been.”
Mr Bailey held his penis to my nose and the smell of my wife’s vagina was unmistakable.
“Now you can lick my cock clean while Eric warms your arse up with a few strokes from the flat blade,” he literally snarled.
The first, relatively light, flick of the cold steel across my bottom prompted an immediate response and Mr Bailey laughed jubilantly when I began licking his penis. He was holding my head up by the hair as I continued to lick all round the end of his mighty penis and with each stroke of the blade causing me to draw a sharp intake of breath the brothers were laughing triumphantly.
Suddenly kneeling, Mr Bailey put his face close to mine and hissed, “Should you like to fuck Irene the way I just did?”
“Oh yes, yes!” I exclaimed before yelping, the blade replaced by Eric’s hand.
“Well you’re not going to, are you?”
“No.” I muttered downcast, adding of my own volition. “I’m unable to satisfy her so couldn’t expect my wife to have sex with me now she’s got you.”
“That’s right, your wife’s ours now and don’t you forget it,” a jubilant Mr Bailey crowed, clearly delighted by my reply.
The beating seemed to be over at last and Mr Bailey, still on his knees, said, “Do you know what my brother is going to do now?”
“No.” I muttered, though I had a good idea.
“Eric’s going to fuck your wife for the first time, the first of many. Show the wimp what you’ve got to offer the lady Bro.”
The crossbar being returned to the top notch I was brought upright with it, much to my relief. The powerd position had been increasingly uncomfortable. I now had a clear view of Eric, trousers and underpants round his knees, displaying a flaccid but incredibly fat looking penis for my inspection.
“My brother’s cock may not be quite as long as mine but look at the girth.” Mr Bailey said.
“Oh God, it’s marvellous!” a wide eyed Irene exclaimed, having entered the barn unnoticed at some stage.
Smiling at her Eric stripped completely naked for Irene’s inspection, clearly revelling in my wife’s appreciation of his physique. Tall and very broad chested, Eric is a mass of bulging muscles, the result of weight training it turned out. His upper torso and arms are covered in masses of tight greyish curls and I saw him flash me a triumphant smirk when Irene ran her fingers through them. With her other hand stroking the guy’s balls it was inevitable that Eric rapidly developed an erection.
“There what did I tell you? Bet you shall enjoy riding Eric’s fat cock.” Mr Bailey commented to Irene while releasing me from the pillory.
“God yes!” Irene was almost drooling in anticipation now, Eric sucking one of her nipples.
Propelling me to the front of the pillory Mr Bailey powerd me to the ground. I literally grovelled at their feet, looking at my wife who excitedly held a penis in each hand. Pushing me on to my back with his foot, Mr Bailey said, “What about hubby’s little cock, should you like to ride that?”
“Good God no. I don’t want that little worm!” my wife exclaimed emphatically. “He was always a waste of time in bed. I want yours, both of them.”
“What about you wimp. What do you think of my brother’s cock?”
“Impressive.” I admitted reluctantly.
“So you should be impressed.” Mr Bailey snapped. “Later you can become better acquainted with it.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, though in my heart of hearts already knew the answer.
“After he’s fucked your wife you can lick my brother’s cock clean for him the way you do mine. It shall be a regular job for you now.” Mr Bailey told me.
“At least the turd shall get a smell of his wife’s cunt as unlike us he shall never get to use it.”
Eric’s comment provoked peals of laughter from all 3 of them and, actually revelling in my offense, I groaned, “Of course you’re right I can’t expect Irene to put up with my little penis any more and I shall gladly serve you in any way if you make her happy, and yes I want to lick and suck your cocks clean after you’ve pleasured her.”
To my undying shame I was grovelling at their feet masturbating as I debased myself thus.
“I told you I’d got the wimp well trained.” Mr Bailey said to his brother.
“Yea but I think the wanker still needs corporal punishment on a regular basis to make sure he knows who’s got the upper hand.”
“You’re right. On your feet wimp, bend over and touch your toes. From today you shall obey my brother the same as you do me. With Steve no longer in the running I’m sure Irene shall be happy to open her legs for Eric’s big fat cock instead.”
“Oh yes, yes! Get it done with and take me to the bedroom.” My wife was practically drooling as she stroked Eric’s penis.
The brother’s exchanged grins before Eric barked, “Come on turd, adopt the position.”
I gingerly bent over to touch my toes and he promptly took his belt to my backside, beating me with obvious relish while egged on by Mr Bailey whose scornful and contemptuous remarks accompanied the thrashing. The three of them laughed as my yells and screams for mercy rang out but inevitably Eric didn’t show me any.
Directly the beating was over I collapsed to the earthen floor only for the laughing Mr Bailey to urinate over me, during which time I saw Eric pick my wife up in his powerful arms and carry her off towards the house.
“On your knees and suck my cock.” Mr Bailey snarled.
Automatically responding to his command I found myself gulping it down when he finished off by urinating into my mouth.
“Carry on licking and sucking my cock. Make it hard ready to go and take another turn with your wife when Eric’s finished with her. Don’t forget my balls; I want to feel your mouth round them too.” Mr Bailey commanded
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“Carry on licking and sucking my cock. Make it hard ready to go and take another turn with your wife when Eric’s finished with her. Don’t forget my balls; I want to feel your mouth round them too.” Mr Bailey commanded
He stood hands on hips looking down at me with a contemptuous expression on his face as I meekly did as he said.
All the time I was licking and sucking Mr Bailey’s genitals he taunted me about what his brother should be doing with my wife.
“And while you play with your little boy’s cock your wife’s ours to do as we want with,” he taunted.
“You’re right of course; Irene doesn’t want me now she’s got you.” I whimpered pathetically.
“You were right Bro; this guy’s wife is a really good screw. Can’t get enough either, the randy bitch said to tell you to hurry back she wants some more.” Eric said entering the barn, then laughed to see me squatting on the dirt floor sucking Mr Bailey’s balls.
“What did I tell you, the tarts putty in our hands. We can have her whenever we want and there’s nothing hubby can do about it. He shall gladly lick your cock clean now it’s been up his wife’s cunt, wont you wimp.”
I muttered something in reply and the grinning Mr Bailey added, “He likes to smell and taste his wife’s cunt on guy’s cocks. After all it’s the nearest he ever gets to it these days.”
Then it was Eric straddling me and he said, “Do what you’ve been trained to do cocksucker.”
Suddenly I found myself holding his penis by the root and running my tongue round and round the glans, aware of a very strong smell of sexual activity emanating from it.
“What a little cuckolds brownie.” Eric sneered. “You’re nothing but a turd, a pathetic wanker. Your job is to lick my cock and balls clean every time I fuck your wife, and that shall be lots.”
“That’s right; teach the wimp his place Bro.” Mr Bailey encouraged.
Meanwhile I was licking and sucking Eric’s penis with uncontrollable relish, actually revelling in the offense they were subjecting me to and wanting it to go on. When I turned my attention to Eric’s balls, licking and even kissing them with loving care, the brothers jeering laughter rang out.
“The turd’s found his rightful place in the scheme of things.” Eric said.
“Yea our own permisteral cock cleaner.” Mr Bailey’s mocking voice commented.
Then I was sucking Eric’s penis, I couldn’t help myself, and Mr Bailey said, “That’s it demonstrate your subservience to Eric. Next you can lick and kiss his arse hole like you do mine as a sign of your total obedience.”
“Oh yes, I like that idea,” his brother said, quickly turning his back on me and bending low.
There was no hesitation, I palmed his buttocks to spread them and pressed my lips to Eric’s anus.
“Oh yes!” he shouted triumphantly. “Lick my bum hole you little cuckolds brownie.”
“You tell the wanker Bro.” Mr Bailey’s voice added before both brothers dissolved in laughter at the abject spectacle I made, grovelling on the dirt floor licking and kissing Eric’s anus.
Inevitably I was then ordered to give Mr Bailey the same treatment but by this time I was past caring, revelling in their humiliating treatment of me and began masturbating again while licking his anus, much to their amusement. They shouldn’t let me come though, Eric ordering me to stop playing with myself.
“We never need to do that. Your wife’s legs are permanently open for us.” Mr Bailey jeered. “Do you want me to go and fuck her now?”
“Yes,” my reply sounded faint.
“Speak up, what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck my wife. Please go now; I know she’s waiting impatiently for you.” I practically begged, knowing and not caring that I was humiliating myself to such a great extent before my jeering tormentors.
“Look at his tiny little cock Eric.”
“Yes, pathetic isn’t.” Eric agreed.
“Yea and so is he. Go on then wanker; play with yourself again while I tell you what we’re going to do with your wife.”
Despite the jeers and laughter of the brothers I resumed masturbating and with Eric describing in lurid detail the things they intended doing to Irene, quickly came.
“Now lick the mess from your hand and swallow it.” Eric ordered.
Accompanied by their sneers and jeers I did so.
“You shall defer to us in all things, is that understood?” Eric snapped.
“Yes Sir, of course Sir.” I gabred all too eagerly. “But can I watch you satisfying my wife, at least occasionally?”
“Maybe, but only if you’re totally obedient to us and agree to serve us in any way. Even then there shall be a fee attached to your pathetic voyeurism.” Mr Bailey told me, with a wink at Eric.
“Oh yes, I shall be very good and do anything you say if you shall let me watch.” I begged.
“Anything eh?” Mr Bailey mused. “Next weekend you can come over to our yard and clean all the works vehicles, the office and toilets. In fact you can clean the office and toilets every weekend, our regular cleaner left recently and it shall save us the expense and hassle of employing a new one.”
“Yea and while you’re cleaning the bogs we shall be reaming your wife’s cunt out with our cocks.” Eric taunted.
“Yes, but what about watching?”
“Well, on receipt of £50 you can watch the two us fucking your wife. OK?” Mr Bailey told me.
“Oh yes whatever you say.” I agreed all too readily.
“Let’s make it £100, £50 each.” Eric said, to which I again agreed.
I remained laying on the floor in the barn for quite a while after the men had gone to the house, feeling totally humiliated and degraded to have taken part so willingly, even enthusiastically, in their treatment of me.
Henceforth both brothers should be my Masters in every way, Eric to be addressed as Sir to differentiate from Mr Bailey. My musings were frequently disturbed by Irene’s wild shrieks and ecstatic screams but despite a strong, almost overwhelming desire to see what was going on, I obeyed Mr Bailey’s orders and remained in the barn. Still in three days time, providing I have the £100 in cash, he promised me unlimited viewing. Although with the proviso that I shall be tied up and unable to play with myself, and I shall also have to lick both men’s cocks clean in front of my wife after they’ve fucked her.
“That should keep you in your place and show your wife what a pathetic wimp you are.” Mr Bailey jeered.