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REFLECTIONS - looking back to how it all got started - story by timmy

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Timmy, just getting caught up and enjoying your tale very much! Haven't been here much lately, and somehow missed that you were back writing so soon after your surgery. Masochist!! (But then, we knew that already!)

Your stories are edgier than what I usually read, but because you find a way to keep the love alive and not allow them to become too cruel and vulgar they are a very fun read for me...although your Goddess is just a bit scary. Thanks - glad you're writing again!
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Timmy

I'm still not sure I like this woman and I have to admit that part of me is hoping the husband walks out, but I also have to admit that I can't wait for your next post. The story is damned entertaining.

Thanks

GH
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Stormy and GH thanks. There are times when I don't quite like her myself.

Please hang in there - maybe she is not quite so bad as you might think.

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I think we both slept pretty poorly but when the redy alarm went off I was deep in dreamland – dreaming of having a bevy of nude guys standing with their cocks at “attention” as I made hubby pick the three he thought should get to fuck me over the weekend.

I wasn’t sure if girls could have wet dreams but I sure did that morning.

Time to do something about that.

I snuck quietly into the other room, crawled under the covers and started suck on Terry’s caged cock.

“What the fuck are you doing? I just don’t know you any longer. Get out of here.”

I stopped and slithered up his body, rubbing my boobs all over him ‘till one of my nipples was just millimeters from his mouth.

“Go ahead babe, enjoy. You’ve earned it and I’m sorry I was such a bitch.”

Well my baby does have the tit addiction – he just couldn’t resist and started to tease my nipples – I guess he was thinking payback but I really like it when he does that.

“So do you want to stop the game? Is that what you want to do? I’m confused. I thought you really liked it. Maybe I’ve been pushing you to hard into a direction you don’t wanna go. Why don’t we forget about going out on Friday – at least to that club. Just have a nice dinner someplace and then go home for lots of cuddling.

He mumbles something as I pressed my boob into his mouth.

“OK babe, enough of that – we don’t have that much time but I need your tongue in my pussy now that you’ve got me all turned on.”

“OK if I sit on your face or do you want to me on my back?”

This was the test – even though he really likes eating my pussy – if he’s still mad at me, he’ll tell me to get lost.

“It’s OK – go ahead and sit on My face but give me a chance to breathe every so often”.

He actually smiled when he said that.

I had my second orgasm when the second alarm went off the one we needed to heed to get to work on time.

“OK babe, thank you very much. I love you, let’s go take a shower together. We can help washing each other.”

I knew was adding to his frustration. I had decided to go to plan “B” and get him horny and frustrated and try again next week with the club – adding a promise of release if he cooperated. So my baby was in for a quite some teasing and lots of oral service for his Goddess.

That day and Friday were uneventful – we did go out to dinner and had a really good time chatting about this and that. There was no mentioning of anything that had gone on last weekend or what I had wanted to this evening.

There was a bit of a cloud regarding my plan to do a daily ‘full dress’ tease session ‘til next Thursday when I would approach the idea of going dancing again.

Terry reminded me of his upcoming trip.

“Remember Princess, I have to go to San Francisco for few days. I’m thinking of leaving on Sunday afternoon and if I’m lucky can wrap up things on Tuesday in time for the Red Eye. If not I’ll be home on Wednesday evening around nine”.

“Do you really have to? Any chance to this via video conference? I’m going to miss you terribly. Was going to give you lots of loving all week long.”

“Sorry, not this time. The client got the new hardware and is having problems with it. I need to be there. It’s beyond any of my guys. The customer expects me. I’ll take Frank along and if things go OK, maybe I could sneak away on Tuesday after lunch and get home a few hours earlier. That’s the best I can do but no firm promise – just a promise to try to get home as early as possible.”

“OK babe, I understand. We’ll have to find a way of you making up for it.”

Well I’ll see how well I can tease him with a web cam show on Monday night. It means staying up late for me because I’m sure he’s taking the client to dinner so the earliest would around midnight my time. Thems the breaks.

When we got home from dinner – sort of reinpowering the “Goddess” status I plopped down in my throne aka Terry’s favorite chair.

“Baby, why don’t you fix me a night cap after you strip. You can have a one ounce shot of cognac but then I want you between my legs while I watch this new movie the girls in the office have been raving about.”

That’s how we spent that Friday night. When the movie was over…

“Thank you baby, that was wonderful. Come turn around. Your neck must be hurting. Let me give you a little massage to ease those muscles.”

After a while – “OK, I’m tired. I’m going to bed. It’s OK if you want to stay up and watch something or check e-mails and stuff. I won’t need you any more for tonight. I don’t think I could handle another orgasm – at least not for the next few hours. If you come into our bed, try not make too much commotion. I might get cross with you if you wake me and have you eat my pussy again until I fall arelax.”

If you want to go to the other room that’s OK too.”

We both got up and hugged and kissed for quite a bit.

Somewhere along the line I squeezed his balls ‘til he winced – I had his full attention.

“This was nice babe. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I love you very much. Have good night. Try to be quiet in the morning if you go and play golf. OK?”

With that I turned and went upstairs. I heard him turn on the evening news before I closed the door to the bedroom. Looking at the clock I saw that I had at least 20 minutes or so – so out came my trusty big vibe and I gave myself a good fucking. God how I missed Terry’s cock but I had to be tough.

I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon – it was 9:30 and raining. No golf today for hubby.

I had slept naked, so I threw on one of those sexy filmy things that showed just enough of every thing and went down stairs.

“Good Morning, darling. Sorry about the rain. Well maybe not THAT sorry. It means I have you all to myself all day long. Breakfast smells delicious.”

I sat down in my usual spot and looked with full expectations at my darling hubby. It took him a few seconds to figure it out that he was expected to serve me.

He smiled and got up, fixed my coffee just the way I like and poured a glass of OJ.

“Here Goddess, enjoy. How many eggs and pieces of bacon would you like?”

“One English Muffin, one egg sunny side up and two pieces of bacon please.”

“Coming right up ‘Your Highness’.”

“Don’t you get cheeky with me darling. You know I have that beautiful riding crop – it’s hardly broken in and if I remember correctly the other night the ‘truth meter’ did some serious twitching when I mentioned that a good spanking might be in order for you.”

He gave me look like – you’re kidding right?

“Come, relax. I’m messing with you – not that I won’t one of these days use that crop on you if you provoke me enough. I won’t hesitate. While I abhor violence for the sake of violence a well deserved whipping is a whole other matter.”

“Now since you are not out with the boys beating up on a little defenseless white ball, it is a good time to teach you how to launder my delicate unmentionables.”

With that I got up from the table.

“Terry, when have cleaned up down here please join me upstairs – and do bring me a fresh cup of coffee when you come up. Thank you.”

Maybe 10 or 15 minutes passed before My darling came up the stairs. I had placed the nice chair we had in our bedroom in such a way that I could stretch out my legs and rest them on the foot end of the bed. A little stool kind of thing would serve as my coffee table.

“Thank you babe, please put down over here.”
“Now go and get the hamper from the bathroom and dump here on the floor. We always begin with sorting the laundry. First the white stuff…”

“But you know all that. So go ahead sort away. All my delicate undies into one special pile.”

Soon he had three piles in front of him.

“Go take the white and dark stuff down stairs and start a machine. Under the sink in the laundry room is plastic tub and a bottle of detergent marked for silk. Bring both up with you and we can go to the next step.”
Once he was back up I couldn’t help myself – this was just too much fun.

Handing him my cup – “babe, another cup of coffee please. Water for you if you feel you need something to take.”

“OK, fill the basin about a quarter with warm water, add the detergent, just a cup…”

He looked puzzled.

“Silly me, I guess I have to be a bit more explicit. Use the screw top from the bottle as a measurement. I guess I should have said ‘cap’ instead of cup. My bad. Now add some more water and put just the panties in there. I think they need just a bit of soaking. While they do that you could rub my feet.”

I know I was being mean to him but somehow I had to pay him back for ruining my fun last night by his refusal to go dancing and let me have my fun with some strangers.

He’s going to have very sore knees by the time the morning was over. First rubbing my feet and then doing the laundry.

There was no good place in our bathroom to put that wash tub. It wasn’t safe to put it on top of the sink. So he had it keep either on the floor of the shower which meant kneeling to do the wash or on top of the toilet which meant bending for a long time or back to the knees.

Well we got through the whole ordeal. He used the toilet and bent over for the first batch and knelt for the second one.

I had to secretly smile to myself – serves you right. Had we gone dancing last night I would let you do it in the service sink in the laundry room. Much more comfortable working position.

The rest of Saturday was relatively mellow at least ‘til after dinner when I told him.

“Terry go take a shower and shave and put the rubber sheet back on the bed in the guest room.”

He looked at me as if was ready to explode.

“Easy big boy. I’m not going to make you relax tied up and possibly in your own pee. No the sheet is there to protect the bed from your perspiration. I’m going to make you sweat like never before with my teasing and tormenting and if you do what you’re supposed to do there will be pussy juice all over the place.”

“Call me when you’re ready to be tied down so that I can unlock you and inspect your cock before I go to drive you nuts with desire and the need to cum.”
goodhusband

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Timmy

Another great episode. I have to admit that I'm still rooting for the husband, but you have me riveted.

Thanks

GH
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Timmy,
This is really great. I'm a bit like GH, just wanting to support Terry and try to tell him that cuckold and wimp aren't necessarily the same thing! His wife promises and fails to deliver. Gotta be a consequence sometime! Can't wait to see what's next. Glad your operation allows you to give it to us. Thanks.
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GH and Peak thank you for your comments.

Time will tell, we are only in the second week of the three month trial they both agreed to.
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Maybe half an hour later I heard him.

“Goddess, I’m ready”.

“Good, secure your legs and one of your hands to the ties on the bed. I’ll be up shortly.”

I filled a bucket with ice, grabbed a couple of water bottles and went upstairs. Let the games begin.

First I secured Terry’s other hand and then began by doing a strip that would have won the top prize at any strip club on amateur night.

I could tell from Terry’s facial expressions that he was turned on plus the his cock was straining the CB to its limits. Terry started to moan when I slowly made my way up the bed kissing the insides of his thighs, giving “mouth hugs” to his CB covered cock until I actually tasted some pre-cum.

Time to move on. As I slithered further up his body in between kisses I kept telling him that I loved him and he was the only man that really mattered.

When I got to his nipples, I started to introduce a little pain – sucking and biting pretty hard one of them while pinching and scratching the other with my sharp finger nails. There was clearly a change of tone in his moaning. I may be wrong but I seemed to detect a certain sound of desperation.

When I got bored with that, I moved still further pressing my boobs firmly against his body until we were face to face and the tongue wrestling got under way.
While we were kissing, I alternated between pinching and twisting his nipples and fondling his balls.

I lost track of time but I needed a break so I sat up.

“Baby you must be really uncomfortable with your big cock locked into that CB. Let me take that off.”

There was a big smile on his face.

“Easy stud, don’t get your hopes up. I’m going to tease you and have you beg for mercy but I’m also going to try my very best to keep you from cumming. I want you horny and desperate. The only one getting orgasms tonight is ME your Goddess.”

“Of course you can always hope that I get carried away and you start to ejaculate. That would not be good for you because I would have to punish you. Remember the crop. It’s under the bed. So I want you to be a really good boy and tell me any time you’re getting close to cumming. I will NOT tolerate an accidental discharge from you tonight. Got that?”

“Yes Goddess.”

“Good, now let’s get this off.”

“Damn, I can’t get it off. With your cock being so hard I can’t pull it off without hurting you. Good thing I brought plenty of ice.”

But of course, I couldn’t just use the ice on his cock, no I had to play. Rubbing his hard and sore nipples with two ice cubes brought on another wave of moans and had me almost going too.

“Sorry, getting you out of the CB has to wait. First I need some release.”
With that I swung myself over his face and Terry went to work teasing my pussy with a vengeance. I finally couldn’t take it any longer.

Pinching his nipples hard “dammit Terry, stop playing and get me off unless you don’t mind losing those nips.”

Shortly thereafter I had my first explosive O for the evening.

After calming down, I put some ice into a baggie and put it on Terry’s cock and a minute later I was able to get the CB off and with a couple of soft strokes with my hand that “soldier” was standing at full attention eliciting a grateful sigh from my darling.

This was followed by several hours of teasing and tormenting my darling, countless orgasms for me and none for my baby. At one point he was actually crying while desperately begging for permission to cum.

There was plenty of pre-cum, some of which I shared with Terry during our tongue wrestling but he was good about telling me when he got close.

Only once I had to squeeze his cock and balls really hard to keep him from cumming. My fault, he had warned me but I thought I could push just a bit further. I know it’s not fair making him suffer for my deeds but who said life was supposed to be fair.

Eventually I collapsed on top of him and fell arelax ‘til I felt a sharp pain in my ear lobe.

“Hey – stop that”.

“Sorry Goddess but you were out like a light and unless you, me and the bed want to be covered by me pee you better do something about releasing me in a hurry.”

I looked down on his cock – it was erect. I suspected mostly from the need to pee like the typical morning woody.

“Hmm, you know you can’t pee if you’re hard but I have a solution”.

I grabbed the ice bucket that now contained mostly water, put it between his legs and powerd his cock and balls into it.

“OWWW – you…”

My darling caught himself just in time.

“Watch your mouth hubby – now be a good boy and pee before I lock you back up.”

There was look of disgust on Terry’s face but the need to pee was too strong.

I grabbed a towel and roughly dried his cock and balls before putting the CB back on and locking it.

Releasing him is said – “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. You can join me or use the one here. Clean this place up and go to relax. Again your choice – our bed (I almost said MY bed) or here. If you come to ours please be sure that you can actually relax and not toss and turn because you’re sexually frustrated.”

“Come get up and give me a kiss.”

I actually had to steady him because he seemed a bit wobbly on his legs when he got up.

I helped him fold up the rubber sheet.

“You can clean that in the morning. Just make sure you dump the ice bucket and rinse it good. I’ll see you either in our bed or in the morning.”

“I love you babe and thank you for a wonderful day and evening.”

With that I grabbed my clothes and sashayed out of the room toward the master bath.

Terry didn’t join me either in the shower or in bed which pissed me off a bit because I had gotten my second wind and wanted to play some more.

I woke up to knocking and the smell of coffee. My baby was standing in the door with the breakfast tray.

“Good morning Goddess, may I enter? I have your breakfast and the Sunday paper for you.”

“Yes babe, of course. Please come in.”

“Where is your breakfast?”

“I ate already. Didn’t relax much plus I was hungry. I hope that is OK with you?”

I was a bit put off. Sunday breakfast was a bit of a ritual for us but I didn’t say anything. After all it was me that had upset the apple cart with the Goddess thing.

“I see the paper is still in the plastic wrapper that it came in. I told you could have the style section.”

“No thank you Goddess, you know I couldn’t care less about that. If you don’t mind, since you will be busy with eating breakfast and reading the paper I would like to get dressed and wash my car. You said I could if I had it out during the week which I did.”

Damn, he got me there.

“Oh alright – go ahead. I had hoped you would keep me company and we could talk about stuff – you know like usual on Sunday mornings.”

“Respectfully, Goddess (he started to get to me) that only works if we both have sections of the paper that interests us. You gave very explicit instructions that I was only permitted to remove the style section from the paper and as I pointed out earlier I have zero interest in that.”

“You are bordering on insolence. Be careful of the tone you use with me. Now go and wash your FUCKIN’ car and stay out of my way. Don’t speak to me unless I initiate conversation.”

I was tempted to throw the breakfast tray at him but that would ruin the new carpet in the bedroom.

So I fumed as Terry grabbed some shorts and tee shirt from his dresser while whistling some sort of jazz piece. He whistles very well and I’m sure he was trying to get my goat. I was better off ignoring it at this point but I sure would remember this morning and sooner or later it would bite him in the ass.

We stayed out of each other’s way during the day. At one point I was aware that Terry was upstairs doing something.

It was around three in the afternoon – I was immerged in a book that was reading when Terry approached me.

“Goddess, sorry, I know you told me not to speak to you but I have to get ready to go to the airport. Would you please replace the lock with a one of the plastic security strips.”

“Now why should I do that, why should I be nice to you after the way you treated me this morning? I have a good mind to let you go the way you are and suffer the embarrassment when the metal detector goes off.”

“Clarissa don’t…”

Oops, I had another revolt on my hand. Better nip it in the bud right now.

“Shut up and get over here.”
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Timmy

I'm still with you, but I have to believe that Clarissa is on an express train to divorce court. That said, I am enjoying the story.

Thanks

GH
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Timmy,
Another good section. I understand about the start of a trial. It involves experimentation, give and take. Clarissa is taking and only seems to listen when she goes too far. Terry already seems to be long suffering and seems unable to communicate truly either his needs, nor his displeasure unless its way too far, nor (crucially) his joy that his dear wife might just be giving him exactly what he wants. I think that last part may be why GH and myself thought Clarissa was going too far. Perhaps, she needs to regularly ask him and he needs to answer truthfully in a time out, tease neutral situation.
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Timmy, this is a hard story to read because my sympathies lie with Terry, but then, as you know, I made Kristi pretty unlikable for awhile before pulling her back from the brink. Everyone was pulling for Adam at that point as well, including some that encouraged him to kick her ass to the curb and get on with life, as you're probably hearing here! I look forward to seeing what you have in store for this couple; one thing, I know you will always do the unexpected!
I do enjoy your writing, but sure wish I had more time for reading. Thanks for the story!
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GH, Peak and Stormy many thanks for your comments. They are truly appreciated and keep me going.

To be honest right now I have two different endings in my head and really don't know which road this story will take.
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Terry’s story.

There was no issue at the security check point with my CB. If it had, I'm sure I would have removed it before getting on next flight consequences be damned.

My mind was in total upheaval as I settled down in my first class seat. I declined the take offer and closed my eyes. I was a mental mess. These last two weeks were such a roller coaster of emotions. On one side there was my somewhat submissive nature. Was it limited to just letting her get her ways like she had done ever since we started to date in a serious way? Was there more to it? Did I need more?

I really had a hard time understanding myself. Shit I’m so confused and while I can sell the proverbial ice to Eskimos I can’t for the life of me verbalize my feelings and needs when it comes to my relationship with Clarissa.

Over the years we occasionally had “play weekends” of Mistress and slave. During a couple of them she paddled my ass so severely that I had bruises for a almost two weeks. Clarissa was extremely distressed or so it seemed at the time and the TLC I got from her was fantastic.

Funny thing, I didn’t mind the pain of the moment because I was totally aroused by all the D/s interaction at the time. It was very different after she granted me release. It seemed like a different pain, at least for the first few hours and I hated it.

Anyway, Clarissa learned to control herself after the second incident and if there were bruises they only lasted a day or two.

I always thought that I had fun during these sessions because while we had sex of some form virtually every day when both of us where in town, the pleasure of it was so much more intense after several hours of physical and mental use.

We were careful to space these sessions out, no more than one every three or four months. Usually we both would take Monday off. The “game” started Friday after dinner and usually went on through Saturday evening. Come midnight, it ended and Sunday and Monday was a frenzied mix of hot rough sex and tender love making.

We haven't had one of these for quite some time. Maybe that's why my dick twitched during her playing with me when she mentioned spanking.

So am I a true masochist? – hell no. Did I enjoy the infrequent play sessions? Damn right. So what am I?

About two years ago, she started to mix cuckold fantasies into those sessions. She would tease and *** me until I agreed that she could have a lover. Then Carissa would tie me to a chair and start playing with her dildos keeping a constant flow of trash talk going. But it's been a while that we had done any of these FemDomme weekends and it really didn't come up during our session following the first week of chastity. The only thing that came out of that was the three months trial that is now giving me making me uncomfortable.

It was weird, I was aroused during the initial torment, even when she told me that she would only stop after I agreed for to take a lover and to watch how he could take care of her needs way better than I ever could.

The thing is that by the time she had her third or fourth orgasm from her dildos my cock was flaccid and it took considerable effort of oral stimulation and assurances that it was just a game and only loved me before I could perform again. So I think that I can safely rule out being turned by the actual act of having to watch her with another man.

This seems to frustrate Clarissa to no end.


I thought back over the last two weeks. The chastity really sucks. I’m used to having frequent sex. I never minded and actually relish the idea of serving Clarissa orally. I spent countless hours at it. The thing is that at the end there always was some form of mutual gratification – not the redy ice pack.

Then there was that night at the club. At first I was angry, I mean angry enough to walk out but then Clarissa sweet talked me into staying and in some strange way it was arousing watching her playing those guys.

That night I was sure, she would go home with me and me alone. Their smirking was humiliating but also just a bit titillating. I guess the best way would be to call it ‘fore play’ to cuckolding with the secure knowledge, that is all it was going to be.

Then there was the incident in the lady’s room with what’s her name – yes Julie. It was extremely humiliating but at the end, after overcoming my first shock it was fun and my dick got hard in that CB as Julie put her hands on it.

What does that make me? A perv? Not so sure about that. Kinky for sure and that was OK as long as I was secure in knowing that Clarissa loved me and ONLY me. The problem, her recent actions took a hit to that.

So what is she up to? I suspect that she wants to make the cuckolding real. I know she denies having a “master plan” but I know her to well. I know there is a plan. The question is do I trust her enough to know when to stop?

She seemed know it that Friday night at the club and got us out of there in time before any problems came up.

My problem is that I am so damn insecure about her loving me. I can’t help it. It’s probably stupid but I just don’t know.

I mean today was a good example. I lived 100 percent up to our agreement and she was cross with me for doing so. I don’t know how much that scene in the living room when I came to ask here to remove the lock was an act or if she was going to go through with not changing the lock. Only changing her mind after I got angry and while I never got to say it, I was ready to cut the lock off again.

I don’t want to think about it – it hurts, really hurts – but why would she want to make a cuck out of me. I’m 99% sure that this is the ultimate goal of this chastity and FemDomme stuff.

Does it make me a me a fuckin’ wimp if I agree to it? A perv if I agree to watching?

Questions, questions and no really good answers. My mind seems to throw up road blocks the size of Mt. Everest when I try to go there.

My musing was interrupted by the steward asking me what I wanted for dinner and what to take.

Yes, on some first class cross country flights you still get a choice.

“The salmon will be fine and if you have a single malt, I’ll have a double with just one ice cube. If not just a glass of white wine.”

The single malt had to wait ‘til I checked into the hotel but the Chard was nice.

I put on the new ear phones – the ones that completely shut out any exterior noise – Clarissa had gotten me for Christmas and listened to some Jazz while sipping my wine and waiting for the dinner.
I tried to concentrate on some Thelonius Monk tunes but kept coming back to that question of “WHY”.

I finally decided that there was no use torturing myself with that question and resolved that I would ask it once I got back and not agree to any cuckolding unless I got a really good answer.
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Nice section Timmy. I suspect the reamister no one else has commented is that they are waited with bated breath to see what happens next here. Its that good.
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I agree with Peak, an excellent section.

Thanks and I am waiting with bated breath to find out what's coming next

GH
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GH and Peak, thanks for your comments. Here is a bit more but after that there will be a break. There some things that I need to do for my other hobby - my model trains. Then there is the blasted "honey do" list.
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I must have fallen arelax because the Steward was gently shaking my shoulder telling me it was time to get ready for the landing.

After checking in, I sent a quick text to Clarissa telling her that I got there OK and went down to the bar for that single malt.

It took me a bit to fall arelax. Again because the question of “why” was running around my head like crazy.

Monday was busy, but Frank and I got most of the bugs out of the system. We had a pleasant dinner and I sent Frank off with the guys to a local strip club while I headed back to the hotel for my cyber meeting with Clarissa.

There was only one elevator working and I made just in time to boot up my lap top and get ready.

There she was in all her glory on the bed in a blinding snow white baby doll that barely covered her nipples while sucking on a dildo that seemed larger than any I had ever seen before. All the ones I knew about were more or less the same size as my dick.

Eventually she stopped and focused on the cam.

“Why are you not naked and why are you not on your knees like I instructed you?”

“Hello darling (no Goddess – I was not in the mood for that after that greeting) how are you? Did you have a nice dinner?”

“Now let me explain. Well first off I only got into the room maybe a minute or two before you turned on the cam. Just enough time to boot up my lap top.”

“Secondly, I did a lot of thinking while on the plane and right now I’m not really a very happy camper. Remember how we said this is supposed to fun for both of us. The catch word is ‘BOTH’ – well kneeling naked on some hotel floor and watching while you play with yourself is not my idea of fun.”

“You know very well that I don’t mind kissing and massaging your feet for long times or spend it worshipping your pussy. It’s real. I can sense your pleasure, use your reaction to my ministrations to give you even more pleasure. What you want me to do right now is plain stupid. I’m sure there are plenty of guys that get off on that, pay tons of money to some phone sex service but that is just not me.”

Clarissa had a really surprised look on her face. I don’t think it ever entered her mind that I would object. She’s really getting wrapped up in this Domme thing. I think we are heading for trouble.

“Oh alright, just drop your pants and undies, step close to the cam so that can check on the plastic seal.”

I did what she asked for.

“OK, so you want to sit and watch me with my new toy?”

This while licking the big dildo.

“To tell you the truth, not really. I’m tired. The time change. It’s late for me too”

“I’m a bit disappointed. I really wanted to tease you but I understand. Coming home early?”

“No, sorry doesn’t look like it. The best will be the ‘red eye’ tomorrow night. The worst a flight on Wednesday right after lunch. This is worse than I thought. Something happened during installation and Frank can’t fix it alone.”

“So if you don’t mind I’m going to shut this thing down.”

“Clarissa I love you with all my heart and soul but right now I’m really confused. See if you can get Wednesday afternoon off. We need to talk.”

“OK babe, I’ll see. I hope you have a good night. I miss you.”

She blew Me a kiss before pushing that big dildo back into her mouth. Then the connection was broken.

I had gotten instantly hard when she came into focus on the computer screen. That outfit was hot but then the erection slowly faded as she sucked on that obscene dildo and by the time she started to berate me, it was gone. I guess I’m not voyeur type – certainly not via web cam.

I was pretty sure I could get out of here tomorrow right after lunch. Frank could handle the rest. The customer was happy that I had made the trip and that is all what counted. I just wasn’t ready for a confrontation that I knew was coming once I got home. Maybe I’m a wimp after all. Just don’t know.

Things went well for most of the day. I had kept my reservation for the red eye flight and sent a text to Clarissa with the flight no and asked her to arrange for the limo to meet me at the airport.

There were delays and weather issues and it was almost seven in the morning when I walked into the house. Clarissa had just come out of the shower and was getting dressed to go to work.
“Baby, I’m happy you’re home safe.”

The hug and kiss was nice and I started to feel the pressure in the CB building up.

“Why don’t you fix us some breakfast while I finish getting dressed.”

“Sorry baby, I had the flight from hell and I just want to take a shower and crash. I’ll use the guest bath and bed. Where you able to get some time off for this afternoon?”

She looked stunned – another refusal to comply.

“Yeah OK, I thought we could talk over breakfast but I understand. I’ll be home around three this afternoon.”

I just left my bag in the hallway, stepped into the guest suite and closed the door behind me.

Clarissa

I was stunned by his refusal to make us breakfast. Sure he was tired but that had never stopped him before. He was different, distant. What is going on? Is my marriage to this wonderful guy really in trouble? Did I again push too hard. I’m going to have to prepare myself for the worst and see if I can salvage this thing. I was having a really great time being the bitchy Domme and throwing him an occasional bone of TLC. Is that who I want to be?

For most of our marriage the occasional Mistress/slave weekends were truly enough. So why this change in my attitude, my desires?

I started to get an idea of what Terry was going through. He kept telling me that he was confused by his reactions to the various things we had done over these last 10 days. Maybe we do need to talk but I’m not going to give much. We have an agreement and have he’ll have to use the safe word.

Maybe that is a good strategy this afternoon, challenge him. Ask him if he’s using a safe word to get this time for a discussion. Put him a bit on the defensive.
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I'm very excited to read about the impending discussion

Thanks Timmy

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Now waiting for that train to finish going round the track Timmy. .. and hoping there isn't too much track maintenance delaying it. I think Terry is just thinking of tunnels and ...
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GH and Peak again thanks for commenting.
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Timmy

Nicely done, eagerly await the next segment

GH
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Timmy,
I can only mirror GH. You have got both of us well and truly hooked here. Thanks.
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GH and Peak, you have to wait no longer
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Life is getting even more interesting. I'm enjoying this immensely. Also a good title change.

Thanks

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Timmy, you had me searching a bit with the title change, but I like it! Also really liking the new turns in the story, it's good to see them communicating better even if she is still pushing him forward. It's a great set-up, the kind of writing that keeps everyone champing at the bit for more to see what happens next. Thanks, very well done!
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Still liking it, still champing. Thanks
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GH, Stormy and Peak, thank you for your kind words.
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Nothing else to do but to plant a kiss on his lips, get off his lap, strip and go for a swim. Most of the time we swim in the nude. The pool area is surrounded by high privacy fence and hedges and the next neighbor is almost a quarter mile away from our home.

Terry did the same and started to do laps. I quit after 25 but Terry kept going. It’s one way for him to work off frustrations and excess energy. He is always quite mellow after a workout like that.

I had moved from the pool to the spa and waited for him to finish his laps. Finally Terry got out, got us some towels and I let him dry me as this was our usual routine. I noticed with great pleasure that his cock was straining the CB. I was soo tempted to tease him further by rubbing my boobs all over him while fondling his balls but I restrained myself. Figured give him all the space and rope he needs to come to the desired conclusion to become my cuckold hubby.

I plopped myself down on one of the lounges.

“Your Goddess is ready for Her massage”.

I quick frown followed by a broad smile came over his face as he went in search for the lotion.

When he started by kissing my foot I stopped him cold.

“Just a massage dear”.

I think he looked just a bit disappointed.

Anyway as always, he did a really great job as I started to doze off.

We were both startled by the sound of growling stomachs. We looked at each other and cracked up. We couldn’t figure out who’s it was that made the noise.

“Goddess, do want some more snacks or should I start the grill for some burgers?”

“Start the grill, I’ll go inside and get the buns ready and start a salad. Come join me in the kitchen when you are squared away here.”

“Here – handing him a big onion – chop that for me and also the box of mushrooms over there.”

I enjoy making suffer. Onions really effect his tear ducts and I love to tease him. I refrained from the teasing, just quietly watched him suffer.

It was such a pleasant evening that I set the table outside while Terry grilled the burgers to perfection. I sat down to eat and looked up with great expectations at Terry as he poured me a glass of wine.

“I know Princess…”

I liked the sound of that. Seemed more appropriate for the moment than Goddess.

“…I promised you an answer before dinner. Clarissa I have great misgivings about what you are proposing. I am truly afraid for us. This could be the end of what I considered until now a marriage made in heaven. The years with you have been the happiest of my life. At the beginning we struggles but we managed by working together. We now have a very comfortable life, can travel at will, don’t need to deny ourselves anything really. So it is very hard for me to understand why you would want to upset the proverbial apple cart. I know you’ve explained your reamisters but to me they don’t seem to be compelling enough to risk our happiness. To me it looks like the perfect fantasy to keep as fantasy.”

He took a deep breath.

“Alas, you seem to be determined to go through with this – no matter the risk. Since I feel that using the safe word to stop you from this foolishness maybe even a greater risk.”

I bristled at the word foolishness but decided to hold my tongue.

“You made it pretty clear that if I did that, chance of a buildup of resentment and eventual cheating could be consequence. Cheating will end our marriage. There is NO question.”

“I’m disappointed in you that you are ready to give in so easily to your whim, not try to fight it. It’s only been four weeks or so that you had this revelation that you needed this kind of sex, being objectified without regards to your own pleasure. It really makes me sad. Because now I have to wonder if you told me the truth, if this is not something that has been festering in your mind for much longer. I’m giving you the benefit of doubt on this. Maybe the desire was there buried in the deep dark recesses of your mind and you didn’t quite recognize it ‘til that fateful lunch.”

“Anyway, before our food gets cold – reluctantly, no extremely reluctant I agree to give it a try this weekend. I’m not promising more than that.”

“I would be the happiest guy in the world that when I come home on Friday you tell me to forget about all that cuckolding . Let’s rent a dungeon so can tease and *** you properly and cane your sorry ass for making me go through all this. I wouldn’t care if you kept primisterer for the hole weekend in that dungeon, just as long as I don’t have to endure this cuckold cuckolds brownie.”

I was stunned. Boy, he sure loves me – he seems to truly hate the idea of being a cuck. To offer a whole weekend in a dungeon as my slave to have my ways with him. Even the cane. I tried it once and got an instant safe word. My pussy started to flood, not sure if because he agreed to the cuck thing, even if rather reluctantly or the idea of a weekend in a dungeon with having Terry at my total mercy. WOW.

I had to think about this. Maybe he was right, maybe this consensual thing should be relegated to fantasy only.

I got out of my chair and jumped in his lap. Almost knocking us over.

“I love you I, love you.”

Sladying him with kisses.

“Baby, I promise you won’t regret this but I will think about what you said. Please believe me that I take every word you say in this matter very serious. To be honest, I don’t think I’ll take you up on the dungeon offer as thrilling a thought as it is but I’ll think about it.”

“But never mind that right now, forget about the food. My pussy is dripping and needs some serious attention."

"After that we can eat, then go inside and I’ll unlock you and let you have your way with me. Just remember no macho stuff.”

That is how the rest of evening went. Hours of sensual and gentle love making leaving both of us totally exhausted. When even my best BJ couldn't raise his "dead soldier", I locked him back into his CB and we went to relax in each others arms.

Thursday night rather than turn into the bitch I had told him I would, I mostly ignored him beyond our usual dinner conversation.

I grabbed a book and went upstairs to the bedroom while Terry busied himself with my laundry all without prompting. Good boy.

It was around 10 when he knocked on the frame of the open door.

“Goddess, is there anything I can do for you?” Pointedly looking at my bare legs and panty covered pussy.

“No dear, nothing more tonight. Go and relax in the other room. I do want to talk to you in the morning. Good night.”

He started towards me and I just held up my hand.

“I said good night, please just go.”

His face was priceless. Thinking, payback is a bitch isn’t it dear. How do YOU like it when you don’t get the hug and kiss you expected.

Well satisfied with my actions and having come to a decision that I was going through with cuckolding I went to relax and had a great night of untroured relax.

Terry was a bit grumpy in the morning, at least ‘til he had two cups of coffee in him. My guess, he didn’t relax half as well as I did, worrying about tonight.

“Babe is there any chance you can get home by 3 o’clock maybe the latest 3:30? I would like you to pamper me before my hot date tonight. I’m going to leave the office at noon, grab a salad and then go shopping for a new dress. I thought about buying some shoes but decided I rather wear some that are already broken in. Please call me if you are going to be late. It better be a really good one, like the office on fire, you know stuff like that.”

“Gotta go.”

With that I gave him peck on the cheek and left him to clean up the breakfast dishes, something we usually do together. Grabbed my briefcase and was out the door and in the garage before he could say boo.

Game on.

Shopping for my first “Hot Wife” dress was fun. I finally settled on a burgundy red number. It had a high neck like a Chinese dress with very hot slits on either side of the skirt. I don’t know what kind of fabric it is but it seems to mold itself to my body. The extra cool thing was the cut-out for cleavage between the high neck and my nipples. They had three different versions with various size cleavage. I chose one that fell just short of “hooker”. No bra under this beauty. The neat thing, it came with some special panties and they guaranteed that in spite of form fitting there would no panty lines. I hadn’t decide if I would even bother with them.

Maybe I better. I think Terry will freak out if I leave the house already without panties. I’ll see, see how he is handling what is in store for him this afternoon. One thing is for sure, his cock will be hard from the time I let him see me in this number ‘til I walk off with my new play mate.

I bought some hold up stockings for the evening. While I think that garter belts are sexier, they just would not work with the dress. Sometimes one has to compromise.

I stopped at my favorite salon and had just a quick trim and manicure. I didn’t have time for the full treatment.

Terry pulled into our drive right after me.
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“Oh good, you are home. Grab that bag on the back seat and bring it upstairs with you. I need you to get naked since you are going to bathe me. I think it is only proper that a husband participates in the preparation for his wife’s first date. Well it’s not a date. I guess it could be called a..., oh I don’t know. Whatever it is, it is the first time that she’ll make a cuckold out of her hubby whom she loves very much but there are certain needs that he cannot fulfill.”

Terry just stood there and stared at me.

“Get a move on boy, time is passing. You know how long I take to get ready to go out and tonight I need to put in some extra effort. Gotta beat all the other sluts that are man hunting to the one prize bull.”

Terry shook his head as he grabbed the bag from the dress shop and followed me up the stairs.

“Please take the dress out of the wrapper and hang it on the door to my closet.”

“What did I tell you about getting naked? Why are you still dressed”

Terry started.

“Just shut up and do what you’re told cuckold. I don’t want to hear a peep out of you from now on ‘til we get to the hotel to check in. Well I will tolerate an occasional ‘Yes Goddess’ if it is appropriate.

“The bitch was back but I was pretty sure that Terry was OK with it. I didn’t see any facial expressions that indicated disapproval. I can read him pretty well.

I dumped my clothes on the floor where I took them off.

“You can take care of those while I soak in the tub. Get it ready for me now. There is a packet with some special bath salts on the edge. Put the content into the water when it reaches the half way mark. Make sure the water is really hot because I want to take a shower first before getting in for the soak.”

“I need to check a couple of e-mails while you are doing that. Call me when the tub is ready.”

“Goddess your bath is ready”.

I was pleasantly surprised. Terry had actually lit five or six candles and arranged them on one end of the tub.

I grabbed his balls and gave him a quick kiss.

“Good boy, that is why I love you so much. Come, time for you to bathe me. Go turn on that shower.”

We both stepped into the shower and I had him wash ever square inch of my body, other than my face. I took care of that myself. I did have him wash my hair. He has magic fingers and it feels really good.

“OK, enough. Help me get into the tub for my soak.”

“Now set the whirl pool feature on 20 minutes, then go take care of my clothes that are on the floor. The suit and blouse need to go the dry cleaner. You can take care of that on Monday, the rest can go into the hamper ‘til your next wash day.”

During that speech I had my hand on his cock. The truth meter tried to work in spite of the CB. So far my baby was OK, even got excited about the way I treated him. Now I was glad that I didn’t do the bitchy thing last night already. I might have been too much. I do need to take this Goddess thing slow.

When the 20 minutes were up, I called him.

“Terry, my towels”.

I towel dried my face and hair while he took care of the rest of my body.

“Hey, you’re supposed to dry me not play with my boobs. That is for another time. Tonight ONLY my play mate gets to touch them.”

I could see from his face that he didn’t like that. Too bad.

“Go clean the tub, I’ll take care of myself.”

With that I headed for the dressing area where my hair dryer was and got work on blowing my hair dry.

Terry had a sort of sheepish look on his face as he followed me a bit later.

He stood almost facing me so that he would not block the mirror with his head bowed and his hands behind his back. The almost perfect slave position. He clearly was waiting for new instructions and I felt a tiny bit of moisture building up in my pussy.

This is what it was all about for me – Power.

I ignored him for a bit while busying myself with the hair dryer. Eventually I shut it off and faced him.

“Terry, I don’t have time to teach you how to do a pedicure but I think even you will be able to remove the nail polish from my toe nails and repaint them. I want them to match my finger nails.”

I held up my freshly manicured nails with their glossy red red coating.

“Over there is the polish remover, some paper towels and cotton swabs. Get busy.”

He got down on his knees and went to work. I was playing with his foot fetish. So close but he did not dare to kiss them. In a way I was disappointed. Wished he had because I was ready to slap his face while telling him NO. Actually kind of looking forward to it.

I talked him through the whole process while working on my make-up.

He was still kneeling in front of me almost magictized by my feet.

“You did a tolerable job for a first time. If I’m not too tired, I’ll teach you the finer points of pedicure tomorrow after you get back from your golf game. I think maintaining my feet – in view of your foot fetish – should be your job from now on. You have my permission to kiss each foot once. Gently, no slobbering or toe sucking.”

He did as told.

“I know, I told you to shut up but it’s always OK to thank your Goddess after she grants you a favor.”

He looked up at me with a smile that warmed my heart, gave me the feeling we were still OK.

“Thank You Goddess.”

“You are welcome, now get one of those big towels and put it on the bed, time to put some lotion on my body.”

I was sure that would produce another stress test for his CB.

The way Terry put lotion on my body is absolutely heavenly. If it had been any other day, I would have told to eat me to on orgasm and gone to relax for a couple of hours after which I would have let him fuck me till we both ****** but this was not just any other day.

“Thank you dear, please get that package over there. There are new stocking in it. I want you to put them on me.”

Another teaser for the foot fetish guy.

“Terry, there was a little pouch with the dress, what did you do with that?”

“Over there Goddess” pointing at a chair.

“Go get it, those are my panties for the night. You can put them on me.”

“Say, does it excite you having to do all these things for me but being denied the usual pleasures that go with it. Knowing that you are doing this so that I can snare some stranger and have him fuck me?”

He looked down, obviously embarrassed.

“Goddess, one moment it is a real turn-on, then I think about what will happen later on and I get upset and jealous, afraid that I’m going to lose you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world for me. I’m afraid that one day, maybe not tomorrow but one day you’ll tell me to wake up. That the dream is over. That you’ve found the ONE you’ve been looking for.”

“Then you tell me to do something else, like putting those panties on you and cycle starts all over again. I don’t know if I can do this. I’ll try but I just don’t know.”

He looked up at me with sad eyes.

“Maybe, we should stop this whole thing and go our separate ways. I think getting my heart ripped out in one fell swoop has to be better than having it removed bit by bit in small pieces like ‘death by a thousand cuts’.”

I was stunned. He was talking divorce over this. It scared the crap out of me. His subbie streak wasn’t any where near as wide as I had hoped. I had my work cut out.

“Baby get up. I want a hug. I love you. Nothing is going to come between us. This is just a game. True, I really, really want to play it and yes it is dangerous but please trust me. We’ll be fine and in three months we’ll laugh about these anxious times.”

I kissed him thinking by that time I’ll have you “trained” and being a cuck is becoming routine.

“Baby, we are on a mission. We both need to do this. Come on, let’s keep going. Why don’t you pack our bags, pick something for me to wear in the morning, you know casual Saturday going out to lunch kind of stuff. Make sure you pack the condoms that I instructed you to purchase. ”

“I was thinking, rather than me getting up at the crack of dawn, why don’t you pack your golf stuff and head directly to the club from the hotel. You can call for a limo to pick me up at 11 to take me home.”

Having a sort of half assed grin on his face “looking to get lucky one more time in the morning are you? Sending me off so that I can’t spoil the party?”

I punched his arm.

“Don’t get cheeky cuckboy.”

I guess, he was getting over his anxiety attack if could make cracks like that.

Terry packed the bags and I sent him off to put them into the car. I wanted him out of the room when I put the dress on.

His look was priceless when he saw me standing there in all my glory, every curve and my rock hard nipples where clearly visible.

“WOW!”

“I didn’t think you could get more beautiful looking, but you sure did. There truly is not a woman in the whole wide world that is more beautiful than you are. Some women look way hotter with clothes than without. Right now you are one of them – no you are the ONLY one.”

“Thank you kind sir. Please grab that shawl over there, the one your Grandma crocheted for me when we got engaged. I treasure it and will tone down my ‘hot wife’ look while we check in and have dinner. When I go cock hunting, I’ll leave it with you and you can take it up to the room. It will only get in the way after dinner.”

“Go get dressed, we need to get a move on. I’ll wait for you down stairs.”

“Ready to go?”

“Yes babe, take me on our adventure.”

I gently stroked his cheek.

“Thank you for doing this for me. I love you babe and I’ll show my appreciation later on during the weekend.”
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Is the genie coming out of the bottle, or just coming ? What is she going to do if she wants to put it back in ? Very well structured this Timmy, we are still guessing 4 pages in!
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I agree with Peak, a well constructed story. I'm very curious about how the evening is going to go.

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