cuckolding gone wrong

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didn't work, sorry. I don't know how to get here. The story currently is in Word format and contains text and pictures. When I tried paste and copy, it only showed the initial introduction, nothing else.

When I tried as attachment, I was told that the file is too large. Any one have an idea?

Yes, cut and paste the story to either the note pad or word pad that you find in the accessories section of windows. Often word files don't transfer well. a text file transfers best.

Next, you can't cut and paste pictures onto the site. pictures are added through the attachment section at the bottom. email me Timmy and I'll help you post it.

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Yes please. I look forward to reading it!
Pantalone, Wittol, oblate, abnegator, fellator, pathic, irrumatiophile,fop, epicene, cotquean, skivvy, thrall, and pilgarlic.

OK here we go again, another try to get this story out there. Please be kind to me. This is the first time that I've attempted something like this, something that goes beyond creating captioned pictures.

Cuckolding gone wrong… or a failure to communicate…

They had met in college, She a senior and he a grad student. After a slow start they were inseparable by the time both had completed their studies and a year later they got married. At that point he started working for Her man rapidly rising to senior management on his merits, not because he was the mister in law. He took over as president a couple of years ago when Her parents were *******ed in an accident and She inherited the company.
Life was good. From the beginning they experimented a fair amount in the sex department including Dom/sub games. It turned out that they both enjoyed those. At first they had switched roles regulary but he was never really comfortable as a Dom while She took to dominating him like a duck to water. In the end they settled on Her as a Domme and he as Her subbie.
These “games” eventually evolved to the point where he was Her true “slave” at all times.
Well there were times when they were just a loving vanilla couple and others where he would suffer for weeks as She satisfied certain urges. These periods always included being locked into a chastity device of sort. Sometimes just a plain one made from titanium, at other occasions a more “devilish” device with spikes and She would take great delight in teasing him with Her charms, making him worship Her breasts for long time which normally was not a chore but the CB with the spikes made it extremely difficult because he stayed hard in spite of the pain from the spikes digging into his cock.
Even though he had become a very s*******ed lover and knew how to “ring her chimes” with his average sized cock, She would taunt him.
“You know, your little dick needs to be locked up so no one can mistake it for a cock and it’s a good thing that I love you and you have a very talented tongue or I would have dumped you a long time ago.”

There never was a point where he was seriously injured but some days he just preferred to stand, rather than sit while eating. It was a totally random schedule but always Her decision – the Loving Wife - the Dominant Bitch or something in between.
As time progressed they joined a very discreet BDSM club about an hour drive from their home. He was sure that the cuckolding started at this club. There were days when he was put into severe bondage, the eyes covered and ear phones providing just white noise. The only senses left for him where smell and taste. He would spend hours – to him it seemed like days – in bondage. Sometimes he would feel a foot pressed against his mouth, never sure whose it was to break up the monotony of being tied, unable to see or hear.

Eventually She would partially release him and roughly guide his head to the area of Her vagina where he clearly could smell Her sex as well as taste semen as She powerd him to worship Her. Making him give Her several orgasms before letting him go to clean up and get dressed so that they could go home. She certainly tasted different during these sessions from what he was used to since he always has to clean Her after having intercourse with Her.
At one time or another She would text him “back door basement ‘till”. That meant that he was not allowed any contact with Her ranging from a couple of days to maybe a week. He would go to work, take his meals outside the house and return to spend the nights alone locked into his CB on a cot in the basement. He was sure that during those periods She was with a Lover.
One thing he was sure of, Her relationships were extremely discrete – due to their position in the community. He did suspect that one of Her lovers was a golfing buddy of his, but had no real proof. Besides, he was Her “slave” and the choice was Hers and Hers alone.
Following his “solitary confinement” there always was an extended period of intense sensual loving and caring – no CB – hours of cuddling, conversation and great vanilla sex. Many times these periods would coincide with vacation time so that they had all days nights to enjoy each other.
A couple of times the “solitary confinement” had been extended beyond the usual maximum of a week. Those were time when he began to worry that She might leave him. But upon his release She always reassured him of Her love, even rewarding him with a sensational blow job, something that was not part of their normal sex life.
He understood Her needs and was grateful that She did not really rub his face into the fact that She had lovers other than at the S and M club. Because of this he felt that they had an understanding, that their home was their sanctuary – no outsiders would intrude into their relationship in their home. Sure, She would flirt with their male guests and be quite “touchy feely” with Greg, his golfing buddy at social gatherings causing him to feel stabs of jealousy but he was totally confident that no sexual activity outside their marriage was taking place in their home.
Then came that fateful day…
He had not been feeling well and went home early where he found his Wife, his Goddess getting fucked by that slime ball Harry… When the jerk got smart with him, he threw him bare assed out onto the front lawn…
He was so angry, so heartbroken that for a couple of seconds he lost all power to reamister. Going back to some to Tai Chi training, he was able to get his emotions somewhat under control. Shit! Not only in their home but with that asshole Harry of all people. He sure hoped he would keep his stupid mouth shut. The jerk was so full of himself that he just might start bragging… I’ll have to do some checking. See if this was the first time and have a very serious conversation with the guy. I know his company is not doing so well, that might give me some leverage either for revenge or to at least secure his absolute silence…
Returning from throwing the jerk out he just stood there and stared at Her, not saying a word but the accusation in his eyes spoke volumes.
…”Look I’m sorry you had to see that. OK?I never expected you to blow up like that. I guess I was wrong in viewing cuckolding you in MY house as just a natural extension of our Domme/sub relationship.”

(Chuckles) “I did enjoy the way you threw Harry out of the house. He was an ass and fool taunting you. I tried to stop him but he’s so full of himself because of his big cock. Well he should not have poked you in the chest and telling you to get lost.” (subconsciously stroking Her pussy reliving the thrill of hubby turning “macho”)
“I doubt he’ll come sniffing for my pussy ever again. No great loss. Big cocks are a dime a dozen – sorry babe, that was cruel…”
Looking sexy as ever She’s trying to push all his buttons.
“Darling, I don’t want to lose you. I love you with all my heart and I’m saying it again. I’m truly sorry for hurting you. I didn’t know that you had this limit. I should have talked more with you about your feelings. I just always assumed that you were happy with your role as My “slave” and I could…”

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Through all this he had not said a word – letting Her ramble on. At one time trying to justify Her actions as being Her right as his Mistress and then going on how sorry She was and how She failed to consider his feelings…
He went to the storage closet, grabbed a couple of suitcases and started pack some his stuff that was still in one of the closets in the master suite.

“I can’t stop you if you want to leave and end this marriage. But please, I beg you, take some time to think about it.”
“ Do you hear that? Your Mistress and Goddess begging… Please think about all the good times W/we’ve had…”
“Please don’t throw it all away in a fit of anger and pain…”
“Since it looks like that you want to leave find a place or even better go to the lake house and contemplate what you want to do. I’ll be here ready for you whenever you decide you want to talk, air your grievances or come back for good. Darling I don’t want to lose you, I love you with all My heart. I want to find a way to work through this, to make it right again. I want to understand why you got upset. You’ve been My “slave” for all these years and you never complained about the way I treated you. I know I’ve been cruel and mean to you but I thought – and you must feel the same way or you would have rebelled or at least used your safe word a long time ago – that I always balanced it with My love for you…”

“On the other hand if you want a divorce, you’ll have to start it. I won’t. The prenuptial makes it ease.”
“ Monday morning, I’ll call the office and tell them that W/we’ve decided to take our vacation a week early. That way no one will know for a while. No need to upset the apple cart there until you are clear in your mind what you want to do.”
“There is an envelope in the top right drawer of My desk with your name on it. It contains a bank card, the pin and all the statement for an account in your name. When you became My “slave” you turned all of your earnings over to Me. It’s all in that account. It’s yours because you earned it.”

That surprised him at first but then he realized that was Her nature. No matter how mean She treated him, how much She used him, there were always times when She would nurture him, take care of his needs and be madly in love with him. That’s what made this so hard, Her so totally disrespecting him. He never saw that coming. Was it just a failure to communicate? Was She just ignorant as to how he felt about their home – their castle? She was right, he would have to think about those things before taking any steps of breaking up their marriage for good.

“Oh one more thing I would like you to consider – of course I can’t make you and I understand if you don’t, but I really, really would love it if you stayed on as president of My company, even if… if we wind up divorced. I’ll raise your salary to whatever you think is fair and our relationship will be strictly business.”
“Please think about that too. If you feel that it might not work, at least stay enough to groom someone to take your place. You put many years of hard work into that firm to make it what it is. If not for Me, do it for the great people that work there and depend on…”
Damn that Woman knew how to play him. She knew how much he loved that company, considered it his life’s work. It was that passion he had for his work or anything else he got involved in that so appealed to his man in law and helped him rise to top management.
Maybe Her idea to go the lake house was a good one. Certainly better than some depressing hotel room even if it was a luxury suite. He always thought better when he was out on his sailboat or sitting on the patio and watching the sun go down while smoking one of his rare pipes since he had finished his last Cuban cigar inherited from his man in law a few months ago. Not that he couldn’t have gotten any but it just didn’t feel right since the import was illegal.
As he turns, never having said a single word to Her, taking his suitcases and heading for the garage and his car She muses: I wonder what he’ll do. In all his anger and pain he completely forgot about his chastity thing. There is no way he’ll be able to get it off. I wonder if he’ll come back, asking for the key. Hmm, that might be a bargaining chip, to get him to at least talk to Me…. Or if he insists on a divorce will he swallow his pride and endure the offense of telling his lawyer to get a court order for the key…

A little later She hears a door slam and his car peel our of the driveway. At that point it really hits Her: Shit, I screwed up. I should have known better. I got so caught up in the Domme/sub stuff that it never occurred to Me that there was something he would not accept from Me at least not without first laying some ground work and discussion. Of course I also had to pick the cuckolds brownie head Harry instead of say Greg who is his friend even though I’m pretty sure he knows that I relax with him. Heck they play golf almost every week they are both in town. He knows that I have lovers from time to time. After all he gets the occasional strange “cream pie”. But he has never complained about cuckolding him and I made sure to keep reassuring him that I only loved him. Maybe doing it in our home - even though it is MY house rattled his confidence that I truly loved him. It sure pushed him over the edge. I’ve never seen him that angry before…
With that She started to cry – I sure hope I can fix this because I love that guy and right now there is a big hole in My heart…

i loved it , i can not wait to hear more , joe

Thanks Joe,

I'm not sure at this point if there will be a sequel. I'll have to give some thought and find the right pictures. It's the pictures that inspire and talk to me to create captions.

I love it. A cuckold with balls and self-respect, they're kind of rare in many stories.
Hope you'll continue.

Thanks for the kind words. It encouraged my to look for and I think I found the right set of pictures. So I'm working on a sequel but it may be a little while before it is going to be ready.

Great story Timmy, thanks for taking the time to write and post! Kind of sad that such a good thing fell apart, but as in real life the endings can't always be happy - if that is indeed the ending! Kind of follows your thinking on other stories, about the sub or cuckold rebelling against mistreatment, really a nice twist as compared to so many tales. I hope you write more.

One small suggestion, and it goes to form, not substance: A little more "white space", or paragraph structure makes reading along a little simpler, in my opinion, although your format is better than many I've seen! Take care, and thanks again for posting.

hi Timmy Glad to hear that you wil be conneting the story. I hope you keep it that he has some balls. joe

Timmy,
This is a wonderful tale. I really like the fact that this was not a wild cuckold situation but one that they had agreed on. They also kept their marriage together by their time with each other.
I would hope that the husband goes to the office with his wife and picks up his bank account. They would go to the bank and he would open a new account for his paycheck to go into. He would have his wife open an account In trust for her with her husband as the trustee. Her paycheck would go in that account.
I would have him contact his attorney for two things. 1) Draw up divorce papers so they will be available if needed. 2) Draw up an agreement to transfer half of the company to him. He would then stay on and run the company.
I hope that you do write a sequel and maybe reverse the situation with her being powerd to watch him have sex.
When they both were home he told her to move her things out of the master bedroom into a guest room. He told her that he was going to be the dominant and if she did not agree he would file for divorce. He showed the papers to give him a half interest in the company. They could go to his lawyers in the morning for her to sign. If she would not sign then divorce.
He asked her for the key to his cock cage, after a little discussion she went and got the key. He had her unlock the device and move his cock out of it. He then told her she would put on a chastity device and he would hold the key. Shewould not accept the chastity device. Again he used the divorce card and she agreed. He had her put it on so that it was as comfortable as it could be. Shen put the lock on it and gave him the key.
He told her that he was not sure when he would take it off. They could start wih a week.
Then teir life goes on.

Jack

Thanks stormy for the kind words and the advise on style. I appreciate that. When I do captions, it is not really an issue but rereading it I see what you mean.
Blazerman, right now my guy is confused, not sure about anything. I'm not giving anything away LOL

Jack, I like your concept but that is maybe for another story.

Part II – purists might complain that I’m switching from mostly “third permister” to “first permister” but I think it might be easier and besides it’s my story mostly for my enjoyment - LOL


I left what used to be my happy home with tires squealing to the end of the block where a stop sign brought me back to my senses. I sat there, not sure how long with eyes misted over and wondering, how could she do that to us?

Finally a horn got me back to earth and I started to head up the road to the four lane highway that would get me to the turn-off for the road to the lake house. It was hard for me to concentrate and I turned into the first wide spot on the road where it was safe to just stand for a while.

At that point it all hit me again. The picture of skanky Harry’s hairy ass moving up and down plunging his big cock into MY Goddess’ sacred pussy. That’s when I lost it and it was a good thing that I had already undone the seat belt or I would have puked all over the inside of the car.

I threw up several times until the only thing left were some painful dry heaves. I tried to swallow some water from a bottle I had in the car but it would not stay down. So I tried to rinse out my mouth as best as could and just sat there trying some calming breathing exercises.

That’s when the cop pulled up behind me with his lights flashing. As he walked up I lowered the window.

“Are you OK sir? Could I see your license and registration please.”

He took them, walked back to the car and checked his computer to see if I was wanted, etc.

When he came back handing me my documents “What happened here sir? Are you ill?”

“No officer, thank you, I’m OK now, must have been something I had for lunch”

“Do you need some more time sitting here?”

“No thanks officer, I think I’m OK to go on now”

“OK sir drive carefully. There is a gas station and convenience store about 15 miles up the road.”

“Yes I know about that, I’ll stop there and see what they have to settle my stomach a bit more”

He waited with his lights flashing until I was on the road and speeding up before getting on himself and taking the next cross-over to head the other direction.

When I got to the station I needed to use the rest room. That’s when it hit me. SHIT! That stupid chastity thing is still on my dick. No way I can get it off with the tools I have at the lake. It’s that redy titanium one. Light and comfy as long as don’t try to get hard but harder than steel. Now what?

Titanium light and comfy until...

I’m not going back right now. I’ll have to think about this. I’ve worn the thing for the last three weeks. Another couple of days until I figure out what to do aren’t going to hurt me. Except of course thoughts of why I was wearing the thing.

The love of my life that betrayed me liked it when I wore it. It pleased her to no end to tease me with her sexy body. This was supposed to be a weekend for just us and at some time or the other it would have come off.

SHIT!

Well nothing I can do right now. Might just as well go up to the lake, fix something to eat, have a take and my pipe and hopefully I’ll be able to get a good night’s relax.

Well relax did not come. As soon as I drifted off pictures of Harry’s hairy ass entered my mind again and again. The only way to stop them was to wake up. Around 5 AM I finally gave up, had a glass of OJ and went out onto the rear deck to perform a series of ritual exercises to clear my mind. After maybe an hour of that, I took a shower, had some coffee and cereal.

Sitting with a second cup of copy I fired up my lap top with the intend to try to write down my thoughts in random order, just as they entered my mind about what happened, what might have lead up to it and so on.
The mail icon was flashing. I hesitated but eventually curiosity got the better of my and I opened it. It was of course from Her – two pictures and one sentence: “ I miss you – do you miss this?”

Yikes! Now there's a conundrum. Can't very well just stop at a service station, and a cutting torch seems ill-advised...

Damn that woman – why does she have such hold on me. If I were at home I would fall down onto my knees and beg her to forgive me. Shit, what am I going to do.

“Delete” it’s gone from the computer if not from my mind.

I have to be strong. She needs to know that she really, really hurt me badly and it will take some time and effort on her part to repair the damage.

So now that had managed to upset myself, I decided that I needed to clear my mind again and went for a run. The road around the lake is about 15 miles, I’ve never managed that. Tried it once but had to call her to pick me up after about two thirds around. No, I would go for three miles and turn around by the boat launching ramp.
Getting back I had snack – shower could wait. I’m the only one around and decided to try again putting down my thoughts about this mess.

The e-mail was flashing again but I decided to ignore it.

So what was my position?

I loved her with all my heart, I enjoyed both her physical mental domination games. I got off on being Her “slave”. I felt secure and trusted Her that she would never really harm me.

Shit, be honest, you crave some of the kinky stuff she pulled on you including going every couple of months to that BDSM club out in the boonies. It was fun, sometimes She would just have me fetch takes for Her and Her Domme friends and otherwise ignore me. Then other times they would put me into all kinds of bondage, whipping me, torturing my nipples and stuff like that.

Entertaining Her and Her Friends through my suffering.

Then there were the evenings when She would restrain me, fix my with a dildo gag and Her gang of friends would ride my face for hours.

On those nights I was not allowed to clean my face drenched with “pussy juice” but had to go home covered with the stuff and only allowed to shower the next morning.

Regardless what these Ladies came up with, I could always be sure that My Goddess would protect me from any real harm. For example, my dick and ball where off limits to all Her Friends. Only She was allowed to “play “ with them.

Except for the nights that I was a “fuck machine” my Goddess would unlock my CB as soon as we got into the car to go home and tease and *** me all the way with licks and mini sucks – never a full blow job but the promise of one. It would drive my nuts and I had to do all sorts of mental exercises in order to not crash the car.

By the time we got home both were so turned on and horny that we very seldom made it past the foyer before we were rolling on the floor and my dick sunk deep into her dripping pussy.

So here is the big question – do I want to give ALL of that up?

Sure I could go to the local ProDommes and have them do their thing but it would not be the same. The love would be missing – the beautiful afterglow as we just lay and hug each other, not saying anything for a while. That could never be duplicated with a Pro.

Cuckolding: I know she does it.

Do I mind?

Yes and no. I’m crazily jealous when I know she’s out with her lover. I know some of their cocks are larger than mine. I’ve seen Greg’s in the shower at the golf club and now skanky Harry’s. So will there be a day when she gets tired of my “average tool” and dump me?

I worry about that, not so much when I know she’s just out for an evening or the times when I get the cream pie at the BDSM club, but when she sends me off to the basement for an extended time, forbidding ALL contact with Her, that’s when the doubts assault my mind in full power.

Is it just a "power trip" for Her or is there something else behind it?

Do I insist – Never in our home? I mean that is what got us into this mess we are in right now.

Would I have reacted differently if she had asked me. Taking the cuckolding “out of the closet” so to speak.

I don’t know. Will have to think about that for a while.

What if we can’t fix this? Will I be able to work for her as CEO of her company? Damn, that’s a tough one. I love my job. Her man built the company from scratch and when I joined he gave me a chance to take it into 21st century. None of the top managers are ready to take over from me. Sure they’ll learn but it would set back business quite a bit as they make mistakes along the way. Rod and Sue are both very talented but would need at least a year to be truly ready to take over.

Someone from the outside would probably have trouble with the “culture” and upset people left and right. See all of us are having fun. We work hard but also party hard.

So do I want to abandon all those friends that stuck with us through tough growing pains? Shit, I just don’t know.

With our history, could we really just have a strictly professional relationship? Again, I sure don’t know. Sure we would try but at one time or the other somebody says the wrong thing and…

I sure don’t have the answers right now. So I shut off the computer to take a shower and have some lunch. I nice breeze had popped up – time to go sailing.

When I got back from sailing, tired and thirsty there was message on my phone from Greg.

“Hey buddy, how are you holding up? Hear there is trouble in paradise. Care to talk about it? Give me a call.

Wednesday – the perfect 10 golf day. Seventy degrees, partly cloudy and a very light breeze out of the west.

I met Greg in the casual restaurant at the club. Well casual still meant no shorts for the guys or ladies. He had snared a booth at the far end and we had plenty of privacy except for the couple of times our waitress came around. We both ordered a draft beer and bimister burger. Greg’s came with cheese while I had mushrooms and bacon.

While eating, he told me that Monique was moping around the house and not really doing much.

“I tried to invite her out to dinner the day we talked on the phone – just dinner not getting into her pants” came the response to my raised eye brows.

I grinned – "I know good buddy, just need to mess with your head a bit. Even though I’m all screwed up, I still want to beat you."

“Anyway, She said no thanks. Wasn’t in the mood for company.”

After that, we kicked some ideas around of what to do about slime ball Harry but came to no conclusion. I decided to put him on the back burner until my situation with Monique was resolved one way or the other.
At the end of the day, we both had a pretty good round and the first time ever we had the same score of 78. Good for Greg, but not up to my normal standards. But it really did not matter while playing I forgot about my troubles for a while and that was worth it. Like they say “a bad day at golf beats a good day at office any time”.

After our round we headed to the bar for a couple of “transfusions” before heading to the showers. As we were ready to go, Greg slipped my an envelope…

“Here, you may want this before going to the showers”

… and quickly took off.

I stared at the envelope as if it was one of those that showed up at the post offices after 9/11 with anthrax. Finally I got my wits together asked the bar tender for a glass of water and found a table in the back corner so that I could open it.

There it was, a letter from Monique and the key to my CB.