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Wednesday evening. My nose pressed against the corner wall of the living room, dressed for bed in my blue pyjamas as usual. Behind me, the sound of Julie and Chris having sex on the sofa. Her soft moans, and his occasional grunt, and the sound friction rubbing against the sofa, in my mind I could see Julie straddling Chris`s throbbing cock, sliding up and down, letting it reach places inside her I had never been, and never would again. Of course, I was forbidden from watching. As Chris had told me earlier, with a smug grin on his face, it was an honour and treat for me to be in the same room as them whilst the fucked. A reward for my well behaved attitude earlier in the evening when I had been told what was to be expected of me in two weeks’ time.
Earlier that evening I had arrived home from work, where Julie had informed me Chris was a t a loose end that evening and invited himself over for the night. I knew better then to protest, or comment in anyway, just resolve myself to the fact that I would be having an early night in the spare bedroom, which to be honest is where I relax all the time now anyway, whilst Chris would ravish my wife in what used to be my old bed.
“Make sure the house is tidy for when he gets here, put some beer in the fridge for him, and make sure you have your pyjamas on, you know how he gets a kick out of seeing dressed like that! I still don`t think he can get his head around seeing a grown man in pyjamas in the presence of two other adults, even more so when he is sent to bed while he fuck that man’s wife!” Julie shook her head in mock disbelief.
Hanging my head in shame and offense I didn`t reply, but quietly got on with my chores conscious of the cocks growing excitement.
It was six thirty when I heard Chris pull up onto our drive. The house was spotless; I was dressed in my pyjamas, my stomach rumbling because I had not had time for tea, and my cock semi hard with the offense of it all.
Julie swept into the room, swelling of perfume, dressed in a short black skirt and low cut black top. Casual, but very sexy. My eyes looked her up and down, and I felt that pang of jealousy fill my insides once more. How and why had I let Chris take this sexy young woman away from me? Of cause, I already knew the answer. She was a woman how needed a man. A real man to take care of her, to protect her, to fuck her. I was, and could do none of those things. I was not a man; in fact I was very much like the young they seemed to relish making me out to be.
“Go and let him in,” Julie told me.
I hurried to the door, shielding myself behind it as I opened it, not wanting any passer-by to see me.
“Good boy,” Chris mocked as he brushed past into the living room, a bunch of magazines tucked under his arm.
Julie wrapped her slender arms around his neck and the kissed for several moments, whilst I stood with my head bowed.
When at last they came up for air, Julie told me to go and fetch Chris his beer. I hurried off, and when I returned, found them sitting looking through the magazine he had brought. It`s then that I noticed that they were holiday brochures.
I stood stupidly before them whilst they flicked through a few books commenting on some nice places. Eventually Chris looked up at me and told me to go to my bedroom; they would call me later when they had finished studying the broachers.
Like a small young I left the room, leaving my wife and her lover alone to plan a holiday.
It was about half an hour later when Julie called me down. I had been laying on my bed, my tiny cock hard in my hand as my mind thrived on the offense of it all.
I hurried downstairs, and was instructed to sit in the chair opposite. Chris leaned back in the sofa, a mocking smile of superiority swept across his face.
“We have decided to go on holiday abroad. We think Spain would be nice.”
“I see,” I said, then quickly added, “Sir.” I didn`t want a strapping tonight.
This seemed to please Chris, and excite Julie, who snuggled up closer to her man.
“We have decided also, that as you are paying, it only seems right that you should be allowed to come along too.”
I swallowed. This all sounded awkward. Talk about a spare wheel.
As if reading my mind, Chris`s smile broadened. “Don`t worry about feeling like a spare part, we will also taking your babysitter.”
“Sophie!” I exclaimed alarmed.
Julie tutted. “That`s Miss Hawley to you!” she reprimanded me.
“Sorry,” I said. “Miss Hawley?”
`Yes of course Sophie. She`s the only babysitter you have isn`t she?”
I nodded.
“Obviously you will need to pay for your babysitter too. But then at least your wife and I can relax knowing that you are being a good boy.”
My mouth felt too dry to speak.
“Sophie will have full responsibility for you, and you will obey her every command during the holiday. We don`t want our holiday being spoilt by your bad behaviour. What she says goes. Understand?”
“Yes sir,” I managed to croak. My mind raced. Two weeks at the mercy of a teenage girl, who seemed to get a kick out of my offense? Why did that excite and scare me so much at the same time?
“I will leave you with the details and dates to book. I have already okayed it with Sophie’s parents, though they obviously don`t realise her role in the holiday. Now, also I have a little present for you which hopefully will be here on Saturday when I come over to take Julie out for the evening. It will be something for you to take on holiday with you.”
Oh cuckolds brownie, I thought. He`s going to make we wear humiliating speedos!
“I`m sure Sophie will find you present most amusing too when she comes to babysit you Saturday,” he laughed.
My face began to flush at the thought of facing Sophie again after the strapping she had so eagerly given me the other day.
“Now, because you have been a good boy, and as a treat before you go to bed, Julie had agreed that you may listen to us fuck.”
I looked from one grinning face to the other.
“Pardon?” Julie asked.
“Thank you Miss," Thank you Sir,” I said.
“For what?” Julie asked, frowning; whilst her hand reached down to grab hold of Chris’s cock in his jeans.
“Thank you for letting me hear you fuck,” I hung my head in shame.
The both laughed. “Turn and push your nose into the wall then,” Julie said.
So there I was, my cock pulsating as I heard Chris pump his seed into my wife’s eager pussy. Their orgasms becoming one. As their breathing began to steady I heard them kiss. She whispered something secret to him and he laughed, whispering back. She laughed back. A shared joke. Something I was not involved in. I felt jealous and excited at once. More kissing, that at last I was sent to bed by them both. I had a busy day ahead of me tomorrow booking a holiday in Spain for four……
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Saturday evening came, I had spent the afternoon doing chores and making sure the house was once more spotless for our guests. That included clean sheets on Julie’s bed. Chris was planning on relaxing over after taking my wife out.
I carried a glass of red wine upstairs, dressed in my pyjamas, and knocked on Julie’s bedroom door. I knew better then to just walk in. She could be naked, and as she belonged to Chris now, that would be very awkward.
“Come in,” Julies called, and smiled when she saw me dressed ready for bed, despite the fact it was still on six in the evening. “Thank you,” she said taking the take from me. “All your chores done now?”
“Yes.”
She crossed her perfect legs, and took a sip of wine. She was wearing her tiny black dress, the one her breasts struggled to stay in, and was forever riding up her smooth firm thighs. Chris was a lucky bastard, I thought. My cock twitched at the offense of another man taking my sexy wife from me. To be honest he had done more than just take my wife, he had taken my dignity and self-respect. Was rubbing my nose in it at every opportunity, and I was just letting him. Not only letting him, I was getting off on it. If I had not been the way I was, a wimp, that is, I think he would have just had an affair with Julie, and maybe she would have moved in together. But once he knew what kind of man, and I use that term loosely, I was, probably from the moment he had read the letter I had handed him begging him to take my wife, I think he got a big a kick out of humiliating me as I did from being humiliated. I mean, how often to you come across a sexy woman who has a husband who is at your beck and call and you can treat like cuckolds brownie?
“I hope you are going to be a good boy for Sophie tonight. Not like last time?” her eyes locked on mine and were full of mischief.
My cock twitched again at the thought of being babysat by a sexy sixteen year old girl. It was so humiliating, and that is why my heart raced at the thought of it.
“I will be,” I reassured her, and I meant it. I was going to give them no reamister to use the belt on me again tonight.
I heard a car pull up and Julie glanced out of the bedroom window, a smile breaking out on her pretty face. “They are here, go and let them in.”
I hurried down stairs, and could hear Chris and Sophie chatting and laughing as they approached the front door. I waited for the knock and then opened it, stepping aside for them to pass. It was a nice summers evening and Sophie was wearing a very short denim skirt, with a white tight top that showed off her flat stomach and belly button. It was v necked too, revealing quite a bit of young cleavage. She would certainly make heads turn, and I am sure she had gone out of her way to make herself look extra sexy, safe in the knowledge that I was pathetic, and would drool over her, but was not man enough to do any more.
Chris was smart too, in black trousers and black sweater, and I could not help noticing that he also carried a small box. My present, I assumed, with a sense of foreboding.
Once inside the living room I quickly decided to ask Chris if he would like a beer. He looked please at my subservient manner and said he would. Sophie simply smiled at my weakness.
When I returned with the ready chilled beer I saw Julie had come down, and was sitting next to Sophie chatting. The stopped talking and both looked up at me smiling. Chris sat on the chair opposite, the one I had bent over previously to be beaten with the belt by Chris and Sophie whilst looking into my wife’s eyes the other week.
On his lap was the box.
“Would you like you present now?” he asked.
I swallowed, looking him from his face to the box. “Yes,” I croaked.
He was about to pass the box when Sophie said. “Wait, make him sit down crossed legged like a little kid to open his present!”
This made Chris smile. “Good idea, Sophie, you’re really getting into this!” Then looking at me. “Well what are you waiting for?”
Defeated, I sat down on the floor and crossed my legs. My cock pushing against the fly of my pyjamas like a tent. Without thinking I had sat down facing Julie and Sophie, and due to the fact they were both wearing such sort skirts my eyes were level with their bare sexy thighs, and a view up their skirts. Feeling my face flush, I quickly averted my gaze to the carpet, not daring to look up again.
Chris stood before me and handed down the box. “Open it.”
I quickly did, and inside I discover a plastic tube and two keys, one of which had been put on a pretty feminine chain. At once I knew what the tube was. I had seen pictures before. Never before had I felt a feeling of both utter dread, and sheer excitement as I took the chastity belt and keys from the box.
Sophie leaned forward, “so that’s what one looks like,” she whispered.
“Do you like your present?” Julie asked.
My eyes darted up at her, trying not to look at the bare flesh presented before me. I didn`t know what to say.
“Don’t you think you should thank Chris for thinking about you and spending his money on you?” She asked.
I now looked up at him, his face was stern. I knew what I needed to do. “Thank you Chris for buying me a chastity belt. It will make me behave and stop wanting to play with myself all the time.” I don’t know why I added all that, but somehow I just needed to humiliate myself more. It made Sophie snigger at me anyway.
“You’re welcome,” he said, also sounding pleased with my willingness to humiliate myself more. What kind of man was I, he must have thought. “As you can see, there are two keys to the belt. One I will keep locked in my desk at work for emergency purposes only. For all intense and purposes it does not exist unless we need to free for some reamister and the other key is lost.”
Somehow this made me feel relieved. Despite the fact he was taking my wife and taking complete control of my life, and now my sex life, he was also being sensible. By the look of the chain, I guessed Julie would wear the master key around her slender neck.
“Now, as for the master key,” he continued. “Obviously it’s no good me having it as I will be a complete bastard to you and never let you come!”
Just as I thought. That`s why Julie will have it. This gave me some hope. I was sure Julie would still take pity on me and allow me relief sometimes. I was sure I could work on her.
As if reading my mind Chris went on. “Oh course, if Julie was to have it, she might be subjected to emotional blackmail. That`s why I have decided that the most sensible choice is for Sophie to have the key. She will be the one who will now control when and if you get to orgasm.”
My mouth fell open with shock. “What?” I couldn’t help but exclaim. This was just too much. They couldn`t really be expecting me to give over my sex life to a troublesome sixteen year old girl, me, an adult man! I looked at her face, it was filled with excitement and mischief, and this made my heart quicken its beat. Having this young girl decide when, and if I could come, whilst Chris could come in, or on my wife at any time he chose, took my Cuckold life to a whole new level. Once again, my cock was ruling my common sense, and dignity.
Chris grinned at me. A look of triumph behind his eyes. “Hand Sophie the key, and thank her for taking control of your orgasms,” he said.
I could feel Julie’s eyes burning into me as she leaned forward, her face curious, she was obviously wondering if I would actually hand over the key to the girl sitting next to her. Would I lower my self respect that far. Of course, the answer was yes, and I took the key on the pretty chain from the box and handed it to an excited Sophie.
“Please will you take control of my orgasms, Miss Hawley,” I croaked.
She took the key from me, and placed it around her neck, the shiny key resting in the v of her t-shirt between her ample cleavage. “Good boy,” she said, and my cock nearly came on the spot. A teenage girl half my age telling me I was a good boy. The offense was almost too overwhelming.
“Julie, would you like to do the honour of putting on your husbands’ new toy?” Chris asked my wife. Then told me to stand up and pull down my pyjama bottoms, which I did, revealing an angry red cock pointing at the three of them. My heart was beating so hard I was sure they could all hear it as load as I could in my own ears.
“That`s no good,” Julie exclaimed. “How am I supposed to bend it into the tube when it`s that hard!” she shook her head disapprovingly at me, and I felt ashamed of not being able to keep my erection under control.
“I`ll have to get some ice,” Chris said, and began to head for the kitchen, when Sophie spoke up.
“Wait, if he is going to be put in chastity for a while,” she looked at me and grinned, twisting the key between her fingers. “Maybe we should let him come. Then it will fit in the tube ok. I really want to see him fucking the kitchen floor like you were telling me you had him do as we walked up the drive.”
So that`s what Chris and her had been laughing about earlier.
Chris thought for a moment, and looked at Julie, who said. “Well, we have put her in charge of his orgasms, and she`s not legally a minor, so I don`t see why she can`t witness his orgasm if that`s what she wants. “
Chris nodded. “Ok Sophie, it`s your decision. You have the final say in his sex life now, let`s go to the kitchen.”
I stood looking from one to the other in total disbelief. They were talking as if I was not there. I felt so inadequate as a man, but so overwhelmingly excited. The offense was more powerful than any have in the world. I meekly followed them into the kitchen, where Sophie promptly told me to get on the floor. Now I lay with my nose on the floor, her pink painted toes inches from my burning face.
“I have never seen anyone have sex in real life,” she informed me with glee. “And certainly never seen anyone have sex with a kitchen floor!”
Both Julie and Chris laughed at this.
“Come on, show me.” She told me.
At once I began humping the floor like a dog in heat, which made the pretty teen laugh. “My God, look at him go!” she exclaimed. This only added to my excitement and made me hump faster. “Ask me before you cum, no; beg me in fact, like you did Chris.”
This was all too much; I was nearly over the edge already. I was so excited the cold hard floor could actually have been a tight pussy.
“Please Miss Hawley, may I cum,” I gasped.
She pushed her foot under my face. “Kiss it, and beg like you mean it!” she snapped, with authority well past her years.
“Please Miss Hawley, please may I cum. I know I am not a real man, but I am so Horney, please I need it so bad!” I felt like I was going to cry, as I kissed her foot as if she was a goddess.
She gave a long sigh. “Ok, if you must, you have my permission. But as you have no condom on, you will lick up every bit of your mess!”
I heard Julie gasp. Obviously she too was amazed by this girl’s femdom attitude.
I couldn`t hold back any more. “Please Miss Hawley,” I grunted
“Ok, you may. Make the most of it; God knows when you will come again!”
I gasped out, my body shuddering as I came before the three of them, my pyjama bottoms around my ankles, and my backside bobbing up and down as I fucked the floor for all I was worth.
As I finally came back down to earth, I could feel the hot gooey mess beneath me. With my orgasm over, the excitement was beginning to dwindle.
“Well, what do you say?” Sophie inquired firmly.
“Thank you for letting me come,” I croaked. I felt totally disgusted in myself now. With the excitement and erection gone, I saw myself for what I really was. A pathetic man, debasing himself before his wife, her boyfriend, and a teenager.
“That`s a good boy,” she mocked me. “Well get licking then!”
I felt sick as I began to lick up my mess. I can tell you it was not as exciting as I had imagined before my orgasm. But I did it, because I knew in a few hours I would be in heaven again at the thought of it all, once my cock had recharged, so to speak.
“Make sure you get every drop, and then go upstairs to clean yourself off properly, and then your wife can fit your nice new chastity belt.”
I resisted the urge to gag on the salty taste of my own seaman.
“You’re really into the part!” Chris exclaimed, with amazement.
“I know,” Sophie replied. “I have been doing some research on cuckolds on the internet. Getting some information on what kind of man lets someone else fuck their wife! I have come across some good ideas too. I thought it important that as his baby sitter I had some idea on what makes him tick, so that I can do a better job of looking after him, whilst you both enjoy each other, and the grown up stuff that goes with it!” She laughed.
I sat up after finally finishing my task. My mouth felt sticky.
“All done?” Sophie said. “Good boy. Now go upstairs and have a wash and clean yourself up, I want the belt on and you in bed before your wife and Chris go out for the night.”
I almost ran from the room in shame.
Ten minutes later, as Julies locked my cock in its new primister, with Sophie smiling and playing with the key to its freedom, I realised that my life was going to become Hell. Not only was my wife fucking a man who took pleasure in my offense, but now I was at the mercy of a vicious teenage dominatrix in the making who held the key to my sexual release…….
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