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In ancient Egypt and other cultures, women often adorned anklets as a symbol of
enslavement or possession by another man. It meant their bodies were available
to be used by the man at his desire. Anyone seeing a woman with an anklet would
know she belonged to another.
In ancient Rome, there was a period of time when Roman wives were to wear a veil
that was symbolic of two opposite commitments: 1) her sexual fidelity to her
husband and no other, and, 2) his freedom to explore sexual relations with
others as he pleased. In some of the more extreme cases, a ceremony on the
wedding night in which an orator would state to the bride that, while the
husband loved his wife, he would be using other women at times for his sexual
gratification. The men would at times go so far as to enjoy the pleasures of
other women at large feasts, with their wives present. Not surprisingly, a
period arose in Roman history when women rebelled against this discriminatory
practice. These women essentially reversed the roles, often pleasuring
themselves and pleasuring other men as their humiliated servant-husbands looked
on.
These two ancient customs impact the story of my wife and I...
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Ever since watching the movie "Tommy" as a young man, seeing the "acid Queen"
(Tina Turner) dance out on stage with her sensual legs and high heels, men
groveling before her, I have been drawn to various forms of female domination.
Seeing a woman in heels and hose (especially black or tan) still drives me wild.
It was not something I revealed to anyone until I started dating my wife,
Melissa. I didn't fully reveal my fantasies but during our dating years I began
to tell her how much I loved her entire body including her beautiful feet with
their painted toenails. She enjoyed my expressing my foot fetish and would allow
me to "get off" while kissing her foot or rubbing my hard-on under my jeans. An
unusual form of "dry humping" I must admit, but one that thrilled me as I
imagined my enslavement to her.
Move ahead to a few years into our marriage. Like many married couples we
struggled sexually, with my desires not matching hers. There were times when I
would purchase a skin mag and masturbate, fantasizing about being dominated by
some hot babe. She caught me a time or two and, needless to say, went through
the roof. It put a great strain on our relationship, and she felt betrayed. That
is, until one evening in bed she indicated that she wouldn't mind it on occasion
if I needed to fantasize about a woman. Not anyone we knew, but someone who
would not be a realistic fantasy, like a movie star or entertainer (at the time,
she knew I was awfully hot for Madonna). She also revealed that on occasion she
would fantasize about past boyfriends. Wow! That was a revelation. But, it
turned me on to think of her dreaming of another man. That night (we were out of
town spending the night at a friends house), I massaged her clit to orgasm as
she fantasized about a former boyfriend. After her orgasm, I stroked myself to
orgasm and imagined, not myself with Madonna, but my wife with her boyfriend!
This incident, and similar ones that would follow, opened the door to my
revealing to her my desires to be dominated. Rather than tell her outright, I
was too embarrassed, I would purchase some of the Penthouse Letters magazines.
We would share these and I would ask her to read some that looked interesting to
me (they were the female domination ones). Gradually I revealed to her my desire
to be dominated and we even started acting this out she was not altogether
into it, but enjoyed the fact that it really thrilled me. I purchased clothing
for her and She would dress in black stockings, high heeled red pumps, a
luscious leather teddy that was braless, etc. She looked stunning with these
items covering her 5'7, 135 lb body with her 36d breasts. She has great calves
and sensually shaped legs with a hot, thick butt.
During the course of various domination sessions, I usually was the one who
would arrange the outline of the scenario even though I was the one being
dominated, I gradually introduced the idea of her playing with her boyfriends.
Over the course of the same time period, she gradually revealed to me her past
escapades with other boys. How many she dry humped, some who felt her up through
her jeans or sweats (She never actually fucked anyone before our marriage). She
was turning the tables on me. She would often fantasize of past scenes with her
boyfriends, imagining them going even further with her, as I brought her to
orgasm with my tongue or fingers. Or, as she brought herself off with her dildo.
I vividly remember one incident in which she humped her dildo and had an
incredible orgasm, whimpering and almost crying with pleasure, while I, as her
slave, knelt before her, watching her and massaging and kissing her feet,
stroking myself. She described her fantasy that she was with one of her
ex-boyfriends and they were fucking in front of me; she knew she shouldn't let
him cum inside her, but she couldn't resist it and he wasn't about to let her go
and he did cum (in her mind) and that brought her off. I don't think I have
ever exploded so far during an orgasm before or since. I didn't know it at the
time, but that was the beginning of my transformation from a part-time sexual
submissive, to a full-fledged cuckold.
We would often fantasize about her with other men (she has informed me countless
times that I am no longer permitted to even think about myself and another woman
unless it is her idea). She also works in the legal field and is often around
several nice looking, virile, young attorneys who like to flirt with my sensual
wife, now in her mid 30's. We would share fantasies of us going to a bar, my
sitting away from her, watching her being hit on and flirting with other men.
The fantasies would lead in all directions, from her going to his car, to our
car, to a hotel room, to our home with me driving the whole gambit. These
types of fantasies dominated my sexual thoughts. Still, she was from a
conservative background and I never imagined she would do anything. A couple of
times we did go to bars and let her flirt with men, saying she was waiting on a
man but that he was very late and then after 30 45 minutes of flirtation, etc.
I would show (just as a date, not her husband) and be humiliated she would
sometimes say, "Well, I promised I'd go out with you tonight, but these awfully
nice men were very entertaining and I'm getting their phone numbers..." Of
course, she wouldn't call.
Then came the day I gave her the anklet. The anklet is used by some today to
indicate that a wife is a "hot wife." (i.e., she is looking for other men to
fool around with, with her 'cuckold' husband's permission). Not all do this, but
there are many couples who use this as a fun symbol. This idea really appealed
to me and I gave one to my wife with a "fantasy" Law that I wrote up The "Law
of the Anklet" read:
"While in Ancient times the anklet symbolized a woman's sexual commitment to and
possession by another, this anklet, when adorned by a wife, is symbolic of her
total freedom to explore any and all sexual relationships with anyone she
desires. It not only symbolizes her freedom to do so, but her desire to do so
when she adorns it. It is also symbolic for her husband. He must not only accept
his wife's freedom to explore all forms of sexual pleasure with others when she
adorns the anklet, he must long for and desire her exploration with others. When
he sees the anklet on her, his passion, his desire, all his sexual fulfillment
will be fulfilled only when she is with another man. As for him, his commitment
is to her, regardless of what she does or with whom she does it!
The husband and wife will demonstrate their complete commitment to the law of
the anklet with a special ceremony. She, wearing a sensual pair of heels to
express her dominance over him, will hand him the anklet as a sign that she is
willing and desires to engage in sexual activities with others. He will show his
acceptance and presentation to the law by voluntarily placing the anklet on her
right ankle, then sucking the heel of her shoe, and declaring, "I submit to the
law of the anklet and I long for you to find pleasure with others. Your pleasure
with them is my pleasure." From that point on, she may freely choose to adorn
the anklet or not. The moment she places it on her (or she may ask him to do
so), the law is invoked."
I gave her the anklet in a box with the "law" inside the box. It was before a
night of "fantasy sex" as we often refer to it, and I entered the shower while
she lounged on our bed in a sensual outfit. When I came out of the shower, she
had the anklet in hand and a smile on her face she was very excited. She said
the "law" made her wet and handed me the anklet. I went through with it,
expressing my commitment to her. I sort of assumed she would consider this just
part of the fantasy. But, she asked me, "Are you really serious... you are
really willing to let me do that?"
I could tell by the tone of anticipatory excitement in her voice that she was
viewing it as more than fantasy. I answered her with a simple, "yes."
"Oh, that makes me so hot... you are such a good husband... er, should I say
'slave'!" She quickly put on a relaxing "blindfold" and proceeded to ask one of
her lawyer friends to ravish her body in front of her husband (I played the role
of the lawyer). She had a wild orgasm while I fucked her and talked to her about
how wet she was for "me" (that is, her lawyer friend, Jeremy was his name), in
front of her husband. When she came she was shouting his name, begging him to
fuck her faster and harder and fill her deeper than her husband! That night she
had two orgasms (a rarity) and both were for Jeremy, she was his slut.
Reality arrived a few weeks later. It was a Friday evening, about 6:30 p.m. The
kids had gone to spend the night at their friends house and Melissa had told me
to be ready for a fun evening. She had worn her anklet to work that day (as she
had done a couple of times just to tease me about her doing wild things with
other men but, she said that she never did anything). I was horny already from
her wearing the anklet that day. She had put it on the outside of some dark hose
and had asked me to kiss her foot before she left for work and express my
commitment to the law! She left saying, "we'll have some hot fun tonight!" I had
trouble keeping a hard on down all day and it was a struggle to not jack off!
I sat watching TV when she walked in. Usually on Friday's she got off work
around 4:30 and I had expected her a lot sooner. She looked a bit disheveled,
but was very hot as she kissed me on the lips and asked if I was ready for the
"thrill of a lifetime." Of course I was I would have done anything for her at
that point she looked so sensual. She went to the bedroom and returned with a
different set of shoes (her very sexy red pumps she doesn't wear them at work
b/c they are a bit too "slutty" for her office though she really would like
to!). She slipped her silky black dress off and revealed that she had worn a
half-cup bra, nipples uncovered, to work that day! I thought I had noticed her
nipples looking extremely hot through the dress, but that was wild. My cock
"leapt" at the site. "Wow!" was all I could say. I unzipped my pants and pulled
out my thickening, growing cock and began lightly stroking it. She loves for me
to look at her and stroke myself to see that she is really turning me on.
Then, she lifted her leg up onto one arm of the easy chair in which I was
sitting and revealed that she was wearing her black stockings that we had torn
the crotch out of a couple of months earlier, for one of our fantasy scenes.
What was amazing was not that she was wearing them, but the fact that she didn't
wear any panties! I was blown away by her daring sensuality! She knew that I had
often fantasized about her going to work like that and knew it would drive me
wild. I could have cum within less than a minute had I continued stroking!
She sensually danced for me, touching the anklet seductively, with a knowing
glance, pointing out what we both wanted more than anything. She asked me, "How
badly do you want to see me with another man right now?"
"Desperately!" I replied in longing, breathless voice. "Mmmm," she muttered,
"Don't you just want to see me fuck another man right here on the floor
tonight?"
"Oh yes, yes, I do," I weakly uttered. She kept cajoling me, teasing me with the
thought, making me beg for it indeed I wanted to see her with another man more
than anything at that moment and told her such. All this took only about 10-15
minutes from the time she arrived home (later she told me she had planned the
timing). About five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Before I could say
anything she said, "I'll get it and just hide myself behind the door that will
be kind of wild!" I quickly zipped my pants and sat there waiting for her to get
rid of whoever was there. It was her lawyer friend, Jeremy! "Oh, hi, Jeremy!
Great to see you! You know John don't you?" She said as he peered through the
open door, her standing behind it and pointing to me. She then invited him in!
My jaw dropped to my lap! He walked into the living room and she shut & locked
the door. Then she walked up beside him and put her arm on his shoulder. She
quickly explained how she had been flirting with Jeremy ever since the anklet
incident and he had been asking her out. A few days prior, he asked her about
the anklet and told her he had heard about how it symbolized different things to
different people and was wondering if it symbolized anything to her? I guess she
had an idea that he would be "cool" about things and she told him what it meant!
He was not only cool about it, but expressed his intense interest in
participating! It turned out, that he had a past experience with a couple when
he was in college and wanted to do it again! She had planned the evening since
that day. They had gone out for a couple of takes after work (thus, the reamister
for her late arrival) and while they were in the bar they had made out with each
other and that she even let him have a few subtle touches!
My heart was pounding with anticipation, excitement and fear. The reality was so
heavy. "Do you still want it to happen, John?" Melissa asked. What could I say?
Here was a good looking, tan young man with dark hair and my wife with her
sensual body was ready to attack him! More than that, I wanted to see it. I
couldn't deny what I had always wanted. "Please, I beg you to let it happen. I
will comply with the Anklet law!" At that I unzipped my pants and revealed my
throbbing hard on! "That's good honey you just relax and enjoy yourself but
don't cum until you are allowed to!" Melissa said, with a somewhat dominant tone
and she kissed me on the lips. She then sauntered to the stereo to put on some
music, then over to Jeremy and began to dance with him. I never could dance,
though she always wanted to, but he obviously could and now they were going at
it in the living room as I watched. She strattled his leg and slid her crotch up
and down against it as his hands held her side. It was a wild sensual dance.
Soon his hands flowed across her breasts and she sighed. They were kissing and
he was massaging her breasts to her moans. She ran her hands across his crotch
to louder moans and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor revealing a
pair of those tight underwear with the short length legs. He had a huge bulge
within. She then slid his hand down her body, as she kissed him deeply on the
lips. She spread herself and let him feel her open crotch this time he moaned.
He pulled his lips away and looked into her eyes with fire burning between them!
As his hand caressed her clit he said, "I can't believe how wet you are for me!
So wet for another man, right in front of your husband!"
"Ohhh," she sighed and closed her eyes that talk drove her wild with desire!
She grabbed either side of his underwear and slid them down his legs and she
went down with them, kneeling before his engorged cock! It stuck straight out
and was amazingly straight (mine has a curve), as well as fairly thick and long!
She began to kiss it and gently massage and stroke it. He gently held his hand
on the back of her head, showing he was in control she was his and was giving
her mouth to him! They both were moaning and sighing aloud as she kissed his
cock, moving it all over her face. She couldn't get enough of it! She wanted it
to touch every inch of her face and kept pressing against it, kissing his balls,
telling him how hot his cock made her and how "totally gorgeous" it was! She
glanced at me and called me up to them. I walked over and she held both our
cocks close together. He was obviously much longer and slightly thicker. I am
about 6.5 inches so he had to be nine inches. As she tongued his cock and kissed
it, she looked at me and said, "you know how hot this will be when I feel him
inside me, don't you? You know how much I love to be stretched and filled!" And
I knew. She loves that aspect is enamored with it! A lot of women don't care
about size, I know, but she loves it! She loves the feel of her large dildo
inside her, but it's not the same as a real man! Now, she had her real man!
She motioned me back to the chair and returned her full attention to his cock.
The eroticism in the room at that point was beyond belief! I've never seen my
wife, or any woman, so completely enamored and so hot to give herself to another
man! He seemed just as thrilled. "I'm sorry," she said to him, as she hungrily
attacked his cock, "but I can't get enough of you and your delicious cock! I've
never wanted anything so badly... I don't think I've ever been this turned on; I
could cum in seconds!" That drove me wild and I had to stop stroking myself to
keep from cumming. She looked up at him and begged, "Please, Jeremy, fuck me!
Fill me with your wonderful cock, let my pussy make you cum and give me all your
luscious meat and seed!" (I think she was so expressive for my sake I love to
know what is in her mind, and she was telling me).
He moved to the couch and sat down. She straddled him, but just rubbed her pussy
against his long hard flesh as he massaged her protruding nipples and took turns
sucking on each one. "I need you inside me, but can he help me?" She said,
nodding to me, as her hips gyrated, rubbing her pussy all over his shaft. "Yeh,
sure, that would be hot to make your husband insert me into you!" She nodded
again and I was there in a flash, my hands reached first to her lips between her
legs and I spread them she was soaking wet! I timidly grabbed his cock as he
closed his eyes and thrust his hips slowly upward. She rose up to get to the tip
of his cock and I slowly inserted the head. She stopped me right there and
grabbed the back of my hair, ordering, "kiss my clit, kiss it and suck it eat
me while he slides into me and fulfills me! I want you to eat our fucking, and
kiss my clit while I'm being filled!" She pulled my head over it was an
awkward position, but I held myself with one arm as my mouth sucked on her wet
clit and I felt his cock brush against the side of my face sliding into her
pussy. She held my head there as her pussy moved down closer and closer to his
pelvis. She was going up and down, slowly so that he could thrust deeper each
time, attaching more moisture to his huge hard on! It was too hard for me to
stay on her clit as she pressed toward h
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is pelvis and I slowly pulled away,
which was fine with her. She had her offense of me, knowing too that it was
a thrill I had fantasized about for some time! She then gave all her attention
to him and his cock. When she is ready and gets on top of a man, she doesn't
take long to go wild! She wanted to savor the feeling however.
He looked into her eyes and said, "No man has ever been this deep in you has
he?"
"No," she said, "no man has had me but my husband until you!"
"I'm touching a part of you that he will never have it's MY territory... a
part of you I own and will always own!" He seductively added. "Yes, Jeremy, it's
yours! Right now, my whole body is yours, all yours, but you are right, that is
a part of me you alone have I was a virgin in that deepest part of my body and
now it is yours and yours alone... Oh, Jeremy..." She was breathless and began
to hump recklessly on his cock, shouting his name over and over as she came in
one wild wave after another, "Jeremy! Jeremy! Yes, Yes, I am yours! Fuck me...
Oh yes.... Oh..." her voice was loud and high pitched and whimpering. I've never
seen such an orgasm! It lasted at least twice the time of ours and she seemed in
an almost have-like state. "Oh... never in my life...." Her voice trailed off as
her head bobbed with her eyes closed, she was spent on his cock as he continued
to suck her tits and hold her hips down on him with his strong, tan hands. She
just kept rocking against him, muttering small sounds, her mouth gaping wide in
total pleasure.
He gently leaned her back toward the floor, holding his cock in her, letting her
hands fall behind her and deftly moved with her (he had to be strong and agile
to do this) and let her fall to her back on the floor as he moved over on top of
her. Now he was ready to take her. He held himself above her with his muscular
arms and began thrusting, way out and then deep inside. It drove her wild. "Yes,
Jeremy, take me! Fill me with your cum... oh... oh... yes, make me cum again
with you... oh my... oh..." She could hardly get the words out as he rammed all
the way into her. Soon he couldn't hold back and began muttering a breathless,
"yes... yes... cum with me baby... show me your mine... I want to make you mine
tonight... yes... oh, YES..." And she shouted, "YES!" As another wave of orgasm
overwhelmed her body in unfathomable pleasure while he came at the same time,
filling her with all his manhood! They came together and they kissed each other
over and over as their orgasms subsided. I sat in stunned silence at what was
the most erotic scene I have ever witnessed!
A few minutes later, he was off of her and walking to our bathroom to shower off
for what would be more action later on. She called me over to her and thanked
me for letting her have such a thrill. I told her it was as thrilling for me as
anything I had ever experienced and she smiled and said, "well, you aren't
through yet... there's more for you... eat my pussy some more!" She pushed my
head down to between her legs again and had me tongue and slurp and taste their
love juices. Chills ran over my body as I tasted their juices mixed together,
knowing I was tasting and takeing both of them!
When she felt that I had had enough and her pussy couldn't take the attention
any more (too much attention often makes her sore), she got in the shower with
Jeremy and they cleaned one another while I fixed some takes and snacks. I
waited in the living room as she told me and after about 20 minutes they came
out of the bedroom together, she with a G-string and her red pumps on, he with
just a pair of underwear. He sat down and began to enjoy the snacks on the couch
and she walked over to me, telling me not to worry, that I would eventually get
to cum, but that she had more thrills in store for me. She raised her right foot
up onto my leg, the heel pressing into me, and she looked so hot! My cock was
still out and I was playing with it (which she enjoyed watching). She asked me
if I noticed anything and tapped her shoe a little. I looked down and noticed
it. "Is that another anklet?"
"Yes, how observant of you!" She chuckled. "What's it for?" I asked. "You better
slow down on that stroking, or you might cum when you hear what it symbolizes!"
She replied. "When Jeremy found out about the meaning of my anklet and knew he
had a date with me tonight, he bought this one. Just the anklet you gave me
symbolizes my freedom to enjoy sexual pleasure with whomever I desire and you
will find pleasure in that, he offered me this anklet as a symbol, not of
freedom, but of Jeremy's POSSESSION OF ME!" She emphatically declared. It
literally took the breath out of me! Yet, it thrilled me as well, as she knew it
would. "Oh, that's so hot" I breathlessly declared. "I know it is," she
continued, "As long as I wear it, my body belongs to him it is for his
pleasure and I will find my sexual pleasure only from him. I'm his right now. In
fact, you are not allowed to touch me without his permission, as long as I have
the anklet on. I can take it off any time, but I like having it on me. Don't
you?" Of course I agreed. It was so erotic! "What's that pendant attached to
it?"
"Oh, that. That's important as well. That represents how many times Jeremy has
conquered my body, taken me to be his. Either by fucking me or making me service
him orally or just exploding his hot cum on my body. That's why there's just
one, right now. But, I want several to be on there, and I know both of you boys
do also! In fact, we may have to get extra anklets!" (By the next morning, there
would be three hanging from the anklet By the following Friday, after a late
Tuesday encounter at our house and a couple of long lunches they would take,
there would be seven and she would be sending me out to purchase a few more!).
After all that she walked over to Jeremy, quickly got on her knees and pulled
his pleasure tool out of his underwear, it was once again hard. She immediately
began sucking it and telling him how badly she wanted his cum in her mouth
before. She stroked his cock and sucked it and licked it like it was a delicacy.
She told him how she had never before swallowed cum (the truth) and that she had
only had my cum in her mouth once (also true), but that she was too enamored
with him NOT to swallow him. She wanted him to be the first, since, after all,
she was his! She looked over at me, "Come here and give me a kiss before I
swallow him!" I moved and knelt beside her, she was holding his long shaft in
her hand letting the tip of his cock rub all over her lips and the side of her
face and kept pulling me closer and closer to her face. She pulled away from his
cock just a little and kissed me, a deep, liquid French kiss. I felt her
pressing his cock against her face and moving it around as she kissed me. Our
eyes opened and stared into each others, tongues intertwining... when she slid
his shaft right between our lips. I instinctively pulled away (though it was
erotic), but she had held the back of my head with her left hand and pressed me
back to her saying, "Kiss me, keep kissing me, no matter what show me how
badly you love my lips and tongue that you will kiss me regardless of the
circumstances!" I kissed her and again she slid the head of his very warm cock
between our lips. It was amazing. Our tongues continued to intertwine and the
head of his cock kept sliding between them. He didn't seem to care I suspected
and found out later that she had already talked with him about this and he was
game for it. I was lost in passion for her and there was too much sexual
abandonment within me to relent or even think about what was going on.
She held my head away for a moment, his cock against her face. "Did his cum
taste good when you ate it out of my, or should I say, his pussy?" I
hesitated... "Tell him, I know what the answer is, tell him to his face, look at
him, I demand it!" She firmly stated. "It tasted good, Jeremy."
"Thank him!"... "Thank you."
"You should thank him for the pleasure he gave me also, why don't you thank him
and then kiss his cock?" I couldn't resist her cajoling. I thanked him and
kissed his cock as she held it out for me. She grabbed my head and slid it into
my mouth a time or two then pulled me away. "Now I will show him how thankful I
am" and she proceeded to suck him while I knelt there, with my hard cock in my
hand. She let him take her head in both his hands and thrust himself into her as
one hand stroked the base. He was really getting turned on by now and soon he
released himself completely! I watched her Adam's apple contract several times,
witnessing her swallow his cum a man's cum for the first time. This too gave
me chills. My wife's virgin throat was no more. It was Jeremy's now! (It still
is and she plans for it to remain that way for the time being!) She couldn't get
it all, despite her abandonment to let it flow down her throat, something she
had to be committed to completely to let it happen without gagging. A couple of
streams flowed out on her lips and chin. She moved off his cock and pulled me to
her, again kissing me deeply as I tasted his pungent saltiness on her mouth.
"Mmmm," She said as she separated our kiss, "that's the kind of pleasure I enjoy
a hot cock on a stud that I can't get enough of (she kissed his softened cock
again) and being able to share the taste and experience with my husband! What
more could I ask for?"
The next morning and the rest of the week will have to be reserved for the next
installment...
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