losing my wife

Yep, such a great story and so many ways someone could take it. Really wish author could keep it going. If not and he's def done, maybe someone else can pick it up?

It`s Saturday night, I can hear X Factor on the tv as I stand with my back to it, facing the corner carefully ironing the clothes Chris has brought over from his place. Julie and Chris are sitting on the settee, idly chatting about the show like a real couple. I am not allowed to look, Julie says some of the female contestants are too sexy for my eyes, and I will not concentrate on doing a good job with ironing Chris`s clothes if I get distracted with lustful thoughts. Being banned from even looking at women on TV by my wife and the man who had taken her from was somehow exhilarating, and made my cock, now free from chastity since the holiday, grow hard in my pyjamas. What a pathetic excuse of a man.
The commercial break comes on, and Chris calls to me. "Get move on with that ironing, it`s getting past your bed time now. Stop playing for time!"
Julie giggles, and I feel my face blush. I hear them kissing, then she asks where they are going out tonight. Julie was dressed for a night out on the town. Wearing her new silver and black dress, low cut and short exposing her ample breasts, and long smooth legs, still tanned from the holiday. She would be turning many heads tonight no doubt whilst I would be tucked up in bed, but only one man would get to ***** with my wife, and that man was certainly not me, but the new man of the house, Chris.
"sorry sir," I babbled, speeding up with the iron. Julie giggled again and my cock throbbed. ****** thing. What the Hell was wrong with me?
"Thought we might go to Lolos," Chris said, followed by another kiss. "I have a friend and his girlfriend who might meet us there. He wants to meet the woman in my life."
The woman in his life just so happened to be my wife. That should have angered me, but being the sad pathetic person I was it only excited me. The *********** of it all was getting the better of me once more.
"Do you think he will be impressed when I show off your wife?" he asked me.
I swallow, my hand trembles slightly as I iron, both with excitement and the *********** ****. "Yes, I think he will be very impressed, sir."
"Thank you, that`s so sweet of you," Julies says.
I fold the last item of clothing and begin to fold down the ironing board, praying my erection will go down before they see and laugh. That`s when the doorbell goes.
"Sophie is here already," Julies comments to Chris. "We can get off earlier. Shall I book a taxi for now?"
"No, the wimp can do it, after he has let in Sophie." The doorbell rings again. "Well hurry up and let your babysitter in!" he snapped............

Wonderful.....Pls. continue.

Brilliant lets have more

Thanks!!! Ive been so looking forward to this story continuing!
Droopy and Miss

It took me a little while to work out this is code for: pers0n! Yeah, I know, it doesn't make any sense does it?

The story itself is exceptional, despite the breaks!

Just saw this story and read from the beginning. Great work. Keep going with it.

Thank you so much for continuing this hot story. It is exceptional work, so hot! Enjoying

I love the babysiter idea and do have some girls that would be ideal for the part... all I am missing now is a couple like this living in Greece

It is wonderful that Begging has resumed this fantastic story. And i am even more pleased that the original theme is returning!
steven

Thanks for picking it up again Begging.
Pantalone, Wittol, oblate, abnegator, fellator, pathic, irrumatiophile,fop, epicene, cotquean, skivvy, thrall, and pilgarlic.

I opened the front door to Sophie, (Miss Hawley) to me, feeling humiliated dressed in my pyjamas before a sixteen year old, ready for bed. I couldn`t help noticing her firm young breasts exposed in her low cut top, but quickly averted my gaze to make eye contact with her only. I had been warned about ogling her in the past. She looked me up and down, a mocking superior look on her teenage face, before she brushed past me into the living room, to be greeted by my wife and Chris.
Closing the front door I followed her through, taking a daring look at her tight behind in her skin-tight jeans.
"Wow, you look beautiful," Sophie told my wife, who in turn beamed with pride.
"Thank you, Sophie," my wife said. "We plan on going clubbing tonight after our meal, so we might be back late, is that ok?"
"Yes, sure," Sophie said reaching into her hand bag and pulling out a DVD. "I have brought a film to watch." She looked from my wife to Chris before continuing. "There is something I wanted to ask though..."
"What`s that?"
"Well I was supposed to be catching up with my friend tonight; she is down for the week with her parents. I was wondering if it would be ok for her to come over later. I have told her I am babysitting. Obviously just not who for." She turned and looked at me. I blushed and looked at the floor as I heard Chris laugh.
Julie thought for a moment. "I don`t see why not, he will be tucked up in bed. There will be no need for her to know who you are babysitting."
I looked at my wife in horror. Was she serious? Two teenage girls babysitting me, a fully grown man, in bed whilst they watched TV, and my wife out clubbing with her lover. Oh no, here we go I thought with dread as my erection began to grow.
Sophie was quick to notice. "Think he like the idea!" she laughed. "Can I give her a call then after you go?"
"Sure," Julie said. "Talking of phone calls, time for you to phone the taxi for Chris and me, and make sure you tell the operator it`s for your wife and her boyfriend. They you can pay Sophie for babysitting you, and give her extra tonight as she is missing out doing something better with her friend because of you."
I swallowed down my *********** as I picked up the phone and dialled the taxi company. All eyes were fixed on me. Chris swigged his beer shaking his head at just how low I had sunk over the past few weeks. What he once thought to be a man he was going to have to compete against to win my wife, was in fact nothing more than a humiliated *****.
The operator, a female voice spoke. My voice was dry as I spoke; somehow sounding like someone else was speaking for me. "Please may I order a taxi to take my wife and her boyfriend into town," I crocked.
There was a moment's pause on the other end, before the operator spoke; there was a mocking tone to her voice now. "And where dose your wife and her boyfriend want picking up from?"
I gave the address and my wife, Chris and Sophie giggled.
Ashamed I put the phone back down.
"Right, bed!" Miss Hawley snapped in a voice far too assertive for a girl so young.....

What an absolute delight this story is, thanks for coming back begging.

I totally agree thanks again begging!! lets hope his chastity cage goes back on soon?
Droopy and Miss

Can this story get any better Bravo ... Pls. continue.

What an interesting turn of events!

Thank you everyone for your kind comments.

Well it does help me think of me in the place of Chris and you in the place of the cuck, I do have many friends that would love to be the babysiters so stop thanking and GET ON WITH IT

And, of course, a huge thank you from me! But i am not sure that i agree with shankly. He shouldn't need a cage. He should be so obedient that he ****** himself to be under control and, if he fails, he must be punished. He is a little boy. Keep sex out of it!
steven

Great to see this thread up and running again. It has been sorely missed.

As I lay in my single bed in the spare bedroom, listening to Miss Hawley wishing my wife and Chris a good night as the taxi I had booked for them pulled up. There was silence for a while, and then I could hear Miss Hawley's muffled voice as she spoke on her phone. Obviously inviting her teenage friend over.
My e r ction grew as the *********** of her friend coming over to help babysit sunk in. I looked at my disused Chasity cage sitting on my bedside cabinet. A reminder that I would be locked up at any time if I was ever caught ma st erbating without permission from my wife, Chris, or Miss Hawley. To be honest, the *********** of having to ask Miss Hawley for permission to cum always resulted in the most intense orgasm, although they were few and far between.
Chris liked my chastity cage to be left on view. He locked with Julie and Miss Hawley that it was like potty training a small *****. I was being trusted not to have unauthorised orgasms, so the cage was being removed, but if I had an accident, as he joked, it would be back on.
In the dim light of the bedroom I began to drift off to *****, only to be awoken by hushed female voices from downstairs. Miss Hawley's friend had arrived. I could hear giggling and more chattering. My hand wrapped itself around my erection. I stocked gently. Carefully not to go too far. I tried to picture what this other teenager might look like. What she would think if she found out that in fact her friend, Sophie was babysitting a grown man who was a cuckold. Who was allowing this to happen whilst his own wife was out with another man? Another man that was having sex with his wife whilst he had to ask permission jus to cum with his own hand. A man who had claimed the master bedroom as his own. A man who had taken his wife, his dignity, his adulthood, converting him back into a ***** almost. The more I thought about it, the more my cock throbbed in my hand. I let go. It was getting to dangerous. I could not risk an unauthorised orgasm.
I lay in silence, trying to calm my excited breathing as I listened, trying to catch some of their conversation. Then my heart skipped a beat as I heard the downstairs door open, and footsteps on the stairs......

This is such an incredible story!
Droopy and Miss

Amazingly hot! The tension is unbearable - now we are left with "footsteps on the stairs"! Please hurry the next part - we need to know what happens! lol

Thanks begging. Top work.

Things are about to get VERY interesting

Oh wow!!!!

Please begging! Can we have the next part please?
steven

Bump for update
Win some...
Lose some...
Few are rained out

Bump for update

Nearly a month since the last instalment, dear Begging. Any chance of an update to this great story?