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Chapter 54

Progression - The Evening After The Week Before

When Cara & I entered "Intimate Secrets" that Saturday afternoon our day was pretty much planned out. This would be almost the last stop before heading home, a nice meal; maybe a movie and then a romantic time in bed, celebrating our marriage, our relationship and the new found openness, honesty and trust that had come from our little experiment.

Of course I should have known that Fiona, or Ophelia by proxy as was more correct, that we would not leave the lingerie store with the evening mapped out the same way as it was at the time of our entry.

I was carrying a sturdy cream rectangular cardboard box with large black ribbon securing its delicate contents. However, I was also carrying a smaller bag containing the items that had caused the mapped events to change, namely a few pairs of panties for me!!!!

It wasn't something I had planned or hoped for with Cara, but of course something that I realised was a possibility. I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad about it...it was the fact that I had just got my phone back that was more exciting and induced a feeling of calmness.

Following on from Fiona's teasing and comments about Leon, she had strolled off to assist Cara. I overheard the odd comment, "Oh that looks beautiful", The colour is excellent", "Great fit", "Ooooooooo, does he know?", "They have other colours" & "Yes I know a few" & oddly enough, "Do they make them that small".

It was like one of my ideas of Cara playing with Leon where I would be f0rced to imagine what was going on. Denied the sights and thrills of watching, but straining to pick up on their intimate moments. It was whilst I was straining to listen, that I felt my phone vibrate. I did half expect it to be Ophelia and I was correct. That said, I was amazed and a little puzzled at her message.

Ophelia: "Well my little Ohu, it seems that you and your lovely wife have reached the point where my help in you achieving your deepest darkest desires is no longer required. The fact that you are paying a visit together to my good friends shop shows how much you have grown together. And the fact that you have just cum in your pants due to your own naughty cucky thoughts makes me believe that you now fully understand what you have always needed, but were previously too scared to admit to yourself".

As I looked away from the screen trying to digest the odd tone of her words, I felt my phone vibrate again. I looked down to see the light on the screen fade as it switched itself off.

After all Ophelia & Leon had put me through, after all the machinations and manipulations, she was suggesting that she was going to simply leave me alone...and after all the control she had over me!!!

My phone vibrated once again and the screen came to life. I was amazed!!! No sexy screen saver, no image to make me hide my phone, Just the picture I had sent Leon in Amsterdam and the one that now stood framed in our bedroom.

I quickly checked my phone and found I had access to all areas, all apps and settings. The phone vibrated again...Ophelia!

Ophelia:"Yes I bet you are surprised! I have released all controls over your phone, as it is now for you and Cara to decide whether you wish to continue down the path to being a full on cuckold, and not just a onetime wonder. Also I have some family matters I must attend to back in Nigeria, so will be away for a couple of months. I will of course be paying close attention to those fun chats in the group. So be strong, be yourself and I am fairly sure you will be a good little Ohu to Cara & Leon".

I had done my fish impression almost entirely as a result of seeing the things Cara & Leon had done together, but now it was from the shock of realising that I was free of Ophelia's control. She had deemed that I had "discovered myself" in some way and that our marital sexual escapades were something that she would no longer seek to manipulate. I was genuinely shocked, but also very very happy and relieved as we left the shop arm in arm. There was still her presence in our Whatsapp group, and the fact of Leon still in our orbit, but thins were slightly better.

It was in this relieved state that Cara raised her hand and waved as we walked back to the car. Looking up I saw another lady return her wave and start to walk over to us. It appeared like us, that she was out shopping with her husband. Needless to say, the bags and boxes were positioned carefully to hide any embarrassing stains or bulges. It was one thing simply walking along but having someone Cara obviously knew approaching, apparently about to start a conversation caused me to be even more aware of my slightly damp patch status!

The recent events had me a little on edge but I was still able to cast my eye over the lady as she approached. Slightly shorter than Cara, maybe 5'5, shoulder length brunette and blue eyes that captured you from afar.

Cara and the woman gave one of those informal friendly greetings, that wasn't quite full on friendship, but certainly well known. I was introduced as Rob, "the husband", and I was advised that this was Jess and her husband Jeff. They looked to be a fair bit younger than us probably both in their mid twenties; Jeff was about 6ft tall black hair and dark eyes. He looked to be in pretty good shape with a good tan.

They looked an attractive couple, both young, maybe late 20's, and dressed in a smart professional manner. They also appeared to carry themselves in a composed confident way. Besides those blue eyes and the obvious gym toned figure, I was most attracted to the fact that Jess had the same deep red lipstick and nail varnish.

It became apparent that Cara & Jess knew each other from the gym and the commonality started to get me thinking. The links made me assess her once again and wonder if maybe she was one of the ladies that Cara had referred to some time ago......"one of Leon's previous conquests". I cast a quick glance at Jeff again and put that idea behind me. He appeared too well built, too confident to be a cuck hubby. Then again I wondered what others thought of me. Was I that "type"? Did I look like the sort of guy who was walking home with a bag full of panties and a chastity cage under my trousers?

It was funny actually as I was eyeing Jess up I was caught by Jeff, and I also caught him doing the same to Cara. I saw that same realisation in his eyes, as he noticed the common red colourings and he had a definite smile come over his face.

I had a pride in the fact that this younger man was surveying Cara, maybe my cuck leanings again, the idea of all men desiring Cara. The smile was on his face as I felt a warmth come to my own face, the difference suggesting there was only one cuck hub amongst this foursome. The thought that I knew, that he knew, that I knew...damn that cuck angst! I looked at Jess and then at Cara and then for some reason, the floor.

After the initial hugs and introductions it was Jeff who spoke next. The unexpected voice registered, American? like Jess! I had missed that in my damp patch, bag full of panties, haze. Jeff commenting on the mutual colour schemes and that feeling in my stomach returned. Being teased in Ophelia's chambers, or by Cara or even in the Whatsapp group was one thing, but having a virtual stranger refer to something that effectively outed me as a cuckold was another thing completely.

The ache in my stomach got bigger and was joined by a lump in my throat as I felt a redness and warmth increase on my cheeks. That was the initial flush of cuckold excitement and shame his voice added to my awkwardness as he commented on Cara.

"Jess often mentioned that a few of her gym friends liked to have their nails done the same way". It was assured and also phrased in such a way that it was clear he knew what it meant and was testing us to see how we reacted.

"She told me a few of the girls had it done for some reason or another and so I suggested that Jess get hers done so as to fit in".

As I looked up at him, I found that he had his eyes fixed on me. I assumed he would be talking at Cara, but the direction and tone left me in no doubt that he fully understood that it was a sign of Leon's conquest....but his attitude and demeanour didn't sit with Jess having given herself to Leon. I think Jess sensed my unease and maybe took pity on me, as she playfully punched Jeff's arm and chided him not to be so nosey.

Taking hold of her beau's arm, Jess cuddled up to him more. An indication that "he is my man", def the strong confident alpha male. Very much the image he gave off anyway. She looked at me and then with an extra pull on his arm, directed her comments to Cara; "He is so bold sometimes, I do apologise". With that she nodded my direction before looking around quickly to check if anyone else could over hear her.

"I am sure you two are just playing the same games as us". There was a cheeky grin on her face, as well as a smug look on Jeff's...."as we heard a few of the rumours at the gym and so Jeff wanted me to do the same for him".....There followed a loving little look up at her hubby along with another little squeeze of the arm before she continued, "As Jeff is more than man enough for me......if you know what I mean". The little giggle at the end was sweet but also left me hanging.

Jess' statement merited an immediate response from Cara, but I found that my earlier inv0luntary emission, and the resultant annoyance and embarrassment it had caused her was still present. Instead, Cara just giggled along and said, "Lucky old you!" before changing the subject to their mutual friends at the gym and the weather. The lack of a direct response, or denial, or should that have been agreement? from Cara caused Jeff's smug look to break into a broad grin.......as the sod looked directly at me, before once again gazing at Cara and appearing to mentally undress her.

I couldn't help but look to the ground again as by omission I realised Cara had all but admitted to this couple that I had only just been introduced to, that she was "one of those girls at the gym". That said, the confidence with which Cara had dealt with this sent a thrill through me as it showed her new found sexual confidence. Once again the twists and turns of arousal that maddeningly had driven me to this situation.

I was aware of Jess & Cara chatting for a minute or so but in my fog of embarrassment it just sort of washed over me. The burning sensation of my cheeks another outward admission to our new American acquaintances of Cara's gift to another man. The realisation once again, that I knew, that they must know, that I knew, that they knew, mean that the large box from "Intimate Secrets" may not be something that was for my benefit!!!!

Of course, as soon as that thought came to my mind, so it did to Jess, "And I must say that I approve of your choice of lingerie boutique, some lucky man is going to be in for a treat". The reference snapped me back to the now and I looked up to see Jess and Jeff looking at me. Instinctively I sort of pulled the box closer to me and had the gut punch of the fact that she had not said Rob or husband, but instead "some lucky man". I cursed Cara and was thrilled by her at the same time as I felt my dick stir slightly in its sticky confines. My face ever redder, perhaps matching the nail polish of the ladies present.

With my cheeks burning, and three people present appearing to have enjoyed their chat and the fun, the ladies said their goodbyes and went our separate ways. Not though, without Jess suggesting a coffee and a good chat at the gym soon.

Cara appeared to have an even more confident and joyous step as we headed back to the car. I walked and simply tried to wonder what it was about me that made me happy and sad at the same time. The desire and arousal and love for Cara that I had felt over the whole day was only heightened as she walked and dropped the odd comment, knowing how they would push my buttons,

"Well, Jess is a lucky girl"

"I wonder if she did just do it for Jeff"

"Did you see the bulge in Jeff's pants?"

"I bet you secretly got off on me no denying it"

Cara walked and didn't really expect any responses from me; I think she knew I was lost in my own little world. I was almost glad to get into the car and have to focus my mind on the road. A last stop at a local hardware store as Cara had reminded me that I had a new picture to hang in the house! The reminder by itself caused me those butterflies in my stomach. The beautiful loving image of new husband and wife juxtaposed with the lingerie that marked my cuckolding...how could I have forgotten. As I exited the car I saw Cara tapping away on her phone and wondered if this was the way it was for all cuck hubs? Seemingly normal everyday tasks taking on a sexual undertone...or maybe that was just the case with pervs who delighted in the mental hum1liation of this.

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We returned home and I sensed Cara's mood getting better, her step still jaunty and a very positive playful touchy feely demeanour. I guessed that was down to a degree of sympathy following our meeting with her gym buddy and her husband. My own recollection of the meeting sent a sexual shiver through me every time I recalled the outing by none denial.

New Cara was certainly exhibiting her new found confidence as I was instructed to shower and shave, as she reminded me that I was expected to be a dutiful loving husband tonight. She reclined on the bed as she said that and with a playful wink she returned her attention to her phone. I disappeared into the en suite to freshen up and remove the stickiness from my groin. After the usual ablutions and a careful use of the shower head to ensure that my caged dick was nice and clean I emerged to find a couple of pairs of my newly purchased panties sitting out on the bed for me.

I did a double take at them, and Cara. The grin on her face was from ear to ear but left me in no doubt that an fun tonight was dependent on me doing as I was told. "Your choice", she said with a giggle. Hhmmmm some choice, pale green with pink trim in cotton, black mesh with a white and black polka dot panel or pink and white stripes with green trim. The fact I was being asked to pick myself gave an added twinge of embarrassment. I opted for the pink and white stripes, reasoning that they were the closest to "normal" looking male underwear.

As I pulled them snugly into place, adjusting them to accommodate my cage, I heard another giggle before being instructed to get down stairs and start prepping the dinner. I donned a grey t shirt and went to put on some shorts before being told by Cara that she wanted to see me the bulge caused by my cage. I suspected it was really to make me aware of the panties and so she could herself amuse herself by the sight.

As I left the bedroom I heard the bed move as Cara rose to make herself even more beautiful.

I beavered away in the kitchen for a while before Cara called down to me that she would like a gin & tonic. The spuds were cut, salad prepped and steaks seasoned and ready to go. We had decided against a starter as we agreed that too much food could lessen our desire later in the evening. We had even decided to forego a dessert, opting only for some fresh strawberries, Cara teasingly telling me that she would be my dessert!

I took Cara her dri nk, but shouted out of the en suite for me to leave it on her dressing table. Despite having only showered this morning, I was delighted that she was taking so much time to make tonight special for us. The bags from the days shopping were on the bed and the large box was open with the black ribbon discarded on the bed alongside some deep purple tissue paper. There was a little frisson of excitement as I reasoned Cara was trying on her purchases. The wait until after dinner would be truly worthwhile!

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Progression - The Evening After The Week Before
Chapter 54
Part 2

An hour or so later I was just tending to the pepper sauce when I heard the clip clop of Cara's heels on the hall tiles. They neared and then I felt the palm of her hand make contact with my semi naked ass.

"Those cute little panties do make for an appealing target", she mocked as she then threw her arms around my shoulders, placing her chin on my shoulder. I could feel her breath on my ear and smell her new Jo Malone scent. She had changed from the Pomegranate to the Myrrh & Tonka. As she blew in my ear she ran one hand down over my chest, stopping to circle a nipple before continuing on her path and caressing my trapped balls.

"Is my little cucky all excited about tonight? Are you looking forward to your release and getting to sample your naughty little wife's pie?" Despite the words and scents and teasing I tried to focus on my pepper sauce as I could still feel the sensitivity from yesterday. Cara craned her neck and lightly bit my earlobe before whispering that I she doubted I could match up to her boyfriends performance. I closed my eyes as she said that and automatically turned my head seeking Cara's lips to kiss.

I dropped the wooden spoon into the pan and half turned to meet Cara's lips full on. I twisted further allowing me to put my own arms round her. The teasing and t0rment of last night and this afternoon were forgotten as I held this amazing lady close. I ran my hands over her shoulders and down her arms. Back up again and to her cheeks where I held her face as I kissed her eagerly and deeply. There was something of the starving man about me!

A moment of lucidness, as I turned and switched the heat under the pan off, before I returned to my fevered smooching with Cara. She ran her hands down from my neck over my shoulders and back before pulling my hips towards her. The added pressure of her body against my still caged sore dick caused my eyes to open. As they did I was gazing directly into my loving teasing wife's eyes. She was pushing me and testing my reaction, knowing how sensitive I was from my "self ab use" of the previous day. The added pressure on my hips was matched with an added pressure on my lips as Cara took the lead and explored my mouth with her tongue.

She eased back ever so slightly before biting my lip and pulling away. Taking my lips with her, I could still see an evil grin on her face and glint in her eyes. My lip pulled forward, she then opened her teeth and let it free before darting back in and planting a playful kiss on my nose. Still holding me close she again nestled into my neck and whispered seductively into my ear.

"Now to make up for being such a naughty boy and to give me the chance to examine exactly how bad a little cucky wanker you have been". With "cucky wanker" her hands once again gripped my panty covered backside that little bit more firmly to accentuate her control.

"The food can wait a little bit longer, I have a naughty idea, and one you are going to agree to as part penance, so its follow me upstairs now".

She pulled away from me and the waft of her new fragrance assailed my nostrils once again. She took my hand and led me out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. As I followed closely behind her taking in the perfume I was also greeted by the soft scent of fresh silk lingerie. A sexy shortish black robe that ended mid thigh, the sleeves billowed out and almost swallowed my hand as she led me to our bedroom. She looked back and winked at me as she saw that I was dri nking in her outfit. The robe was hot as her strawberry blonde locks fell over her shoulders. I looked down and saw the black seemed stockings, or at least I hoped and imagined they were such. To top it off some sexy black mules.

Reaching the bedroom she had me stand before she instructed me, "drop your knickers cucky". The tone was playful but still had that hint of annoyance that reminded me that compliance was the best policy. Standing there like a lemon in the middle of our bedroom, panties round ankles and caged dick on show Cara returned from her bedside locker with the key to my cage. Some punishment I mused...to myself obviously, I wasn't going to presume, speak and risk not getting released!

With great care, that belied her annoyance, my sweet loving wife turned the key and fed the lock back through the hole that kept the pieces together. Recently cleaned and still a little sore, the cage slipped off easily. With no cage my lack of size and bald status certainly did nothing to make me look like a stud.

The cage was tossed onto the bed before Cara cupped my aching balls and then lifted the end of my dick with her index finger. She looked up at me and tutted as she shook her head. "You really were a bad boy, no control just like when I caught you sniffing my panties at the hotel". The recollection of being caught when I thought Cara was still showering once again brought redness to my cheeks. It also reminded me that I still hadn't got to make love to my wife in over 2 weeks now. I seemed an eternity at that moment yet I also pondered how much fun and how many orgasms she had enjoyed in that time....the majority courtesy of another man's cock.

"Now those knickers certainly looked cute on you, and I have to say that, and I don't mean this in a nasty way"....she paused at this point and again lifted my dick with her finger before moving it from side to side so that she saw more of a profile...."but they do look very cute and they fit well with only a small bulge".

Any "normal" man would have stopped their wife at this point, would have stood up for themselves and shown them exactly what they could do with the so called "small bulge". However, I wasn't quite one of those "normal" men, and instead my dick twitched ever so slightly on the tip of Cara's index finger.

Cara's chuckle was followed by her informing me that as part of my penance for my "self ab use" was that she was going to "mark me" for the weekend and put on a little fashion show. I wasn't quite aware of what the full implications of this were as I attempted to get a small glimpse of her wonderful cleavage. The beautiful black robe had been securely tied so as to not allow me any glimpse at the delights that lay beneath. It even appeared she had used a safety pin to bring together the robe at her neck...a tough of overk1ll I thought! As Cara finished her statement, or should that have been, her sentencing, she caught my eyes and realised that I was trying to perv on her cleavage. The resultant flicking of the head of my dick with one of those painted talons caused me to bring my hands round belated protection along with a couple of expletives.

"Bad boy trying to spy on your wifey, I think you deserved that, and you only have yourself to blame for making yourself so sore". What could I really say to that?...Nothing save for yet another apology and renewed statements of my love for her and that she is so so sexy.

I was instructed to stay where I was as Cara went to the drawer of her dresser. She returned with something in her hand and resumed her position, kneeling in front of me. I watched her intently as she smiled up at me before revealing a black marker pen in her hand.

Once again she blew me a teasing kiss before advising me that this was all due to my own actions and that for the next few minutes I was to keep my eyes on the wall behind her.

I did as I was instructed and placed my hands behind my back and focussed on the light switch by the bedroom door. How ridiculous did I look? Standing almost to attention, panties round my ankles and a sexily dressed lady kneeling before me as she wrote something above my dick.

In a couple of minutes Cara rose to her feet, smiled at me, gave me a huge kiss and gripped my ass once again before walking over to her bedside locker and retrieving her phone. I still held out hopes that this punishment would be over soon and would morph into a night of passionate love making.

The romantic side of my brain was taken aback yet again when Cara knelt in front of me and instructed me to remain focussed on the wall. She took one picture before pulling my panties back into place and taking another picture. She shifted her position and recovered the two other pairs that she had laid out for me post shower. It seemed she wanted something of a fashion show.

The act was repeated twice more, panties down, picture, panties up, picture until she was happy that she had the pictures she wanted. "Wonderful, now I have something to keep me amused when you aren't around. Now you can look in the mirror and see the mark you will wear for the rest of the weekend".

I knew it wasn't going to be anything that enhanced my masculinity, how could it have been? That said I wasn't quite prepared for her inventiveness.

I moved forward and stood in front of her dressing mirror. I lifted my t-shirt and could see I was wearing the black mesh pair of knickers with the polka dot front. They were more like shorts almost. Had they been a plain black or any other colour then they could have passed as men's trunks. The mesh and polka dots along with the material left no doubt though. They also hid my marking. With some trepidation I slipped my fingers into the waistband and pulled the front down to view myself in the mirror.

My dick certainly looked less red, but remained small and b0yish, highlighted by the smoothly shaved area around and above. But there, above, where most men had hair, I was marked in black marker pen. Arching above my dick the word CUCKOLD. I focussed that little bit more and noticed both the first C & the L had been apostrophised. Cara came and stood behind me pushing her breasts into my back. She draped her arm over my shoulder whilst the other came round my waist with her hand going to my crotch. She raised the end of my dick once again with a well manicured finger before tracing her nail under each of the letters.

She spelt them out one by one, slowly, whispering them directly into my ear...."C......U......C.....K......O.....L.....D.......and do you notice my little addition little one? Mmmmmm I thought it so wonderful as I realised we had some initials in there....so we have C apostrophe S to signify that you are my cuckold.....and of course L apostrophe S as you are Leon's cuckold. As she said this I closed my eyes at the fact Cara had been done something so devilish yet so hot. I felt Cara pull the panties back into place before she smacked my backside which caused me to open my eyes and see her grinning back at me via the mirror.

After the brief photo shoot and our "discussions", or should that have been, after Cara had reminded me of how disappointed she was in me, I was left with that same old mix of emotions. There was the guilt at what I had done the guilt that I had visited Ophelia and the guilt that my own warped desires had placed me in this position. This was tempered by those inbuilt desires that, despite knowing what I had done was wrong, filled me with excitement and lust. There was the anxiety that came with wondering if Leon would actually be turning up and the warped longing that he would actually be paying his first visit to our home. Was Cara really that annoyed/disappointed or was she just playing this game to the max?

Having discarded the original panties we headed back down stairs, me wearing the polka dot pair with Cara once again telling me how cute they looked. Cara made her way to the sofa in the living room as I went off to the kitchen.

It took only a minute or so before my phone buzzed. The unmistakable buzz that indicated messages from our whatsapp group. I guessed Cara was relaxing and being a devious little minx. How true I was!!!!

I flicked my phone over and had that brief feeling of delight as I recalled the sense of freedom and relief at having control of my own phone. There followed that old conflict of emotions that caused bl0od to head towards my dick and that ache appear in my stomach. My recent photo shoot was there for the group to see!

Green/pink pair

white /pink my choice

Cara's choice

Marked by Cara

Rover

She owns you, totally! Phenomenally good tale, I loved the 'fashion show' of you wearing her panties, you being suitably marked as her and Leon's cuckold.

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Absolutely brilliant! The suspense is still building too

Please, please can we have another instalment soon? Please?

Chapter 55
Progression - The Evening After The Week Before

I stood in the doorway to our lounge and once again was filled with pride at the lady I had wed. Cara was relaxing in the living room on the sofa with a large G&T in her hand, eyes focussed on the TV from where the unmistakeable sounds of fucking came forth. Legs crossed and a single mule dangling suggestively from the foot that ever so gently bobbed up and down. I could still see a hint of the deep red of the nail polish peeking through the darkness of the stockings revealed by the open toes. Those long legs shaped exquisitely and leading upwards. From a pale darkness of the leg to the deep blackness of the stocking tops and then the sheen of her short robe.

It was certainly that idea of less is more. Less flesh and overt sexuality but more wonder and anticipation of what lay underneath. I thought back to the words spoken between Cara & Fiona in the shop. Trying to guess at the ensemble that was hidden beneath the robe.

Everything was virtually ready and I stood in our kitchen and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the decorative mirror that hung on one of the walls. Seeing me stood there in t-shirt and the hint of those knickers made my mind flash back to the "fashion show". The fact I had been holding the bag with them in when we were talking with Jess & Jeff. I wondered if they had any suspicion, but rationalised, why would they? There was nothing to suggest that anything we bought was not for Cara. I then wondered if both of them had such enquiring minds, and from what they had said, they knew about Leon's dalliances with married ladies.

My questioning of myself and others knowledge and motivations was interrupted by that tell tale buzzing as the Whatsapp messages came in. The knot of fear returned to my stomach at the thought of the responses. The humiliating comments that would undoubtedly be there, but comments that would also send the bl00d rushing to my dick. The same comments that would cut me would also thrill me. I determined that dinner was imminent and that I didn't want to feel that thrill prior to eating. I also reasoned that reading them would probably raise much mirth with Cara due to the fact I would cause a little tent in my knickers. The idea of Cara laughing at a pre cum damp patch that would be the result of reading the messages also supported my decision.

Having started cooking the food I needed to give Cara the 5 minute warning. Cara took her attention away from the TV and smiled. She raised her glass to acknowledge the information and blew me a cheeky kiss before reminding me that this was only a light meal with small portions. She then enlightened me as to what was happening to the young lady who had been having such fun on screen.

She gave me a wink and nodded her head down as if noting again the polka dot panties that I had on, "That lucky little lady is certainly not getting a small portion" That broad grin on her face! It was just as Cara returned her gaze to the TV, coinciding with the young ladies breathy entreaties to her partner to cum as fast as possible, that I almost jumped out of my skin.

Not one knock with a knuckle, but 4 strong echoing knocks with the door knocker. They could have used the bell, but this was a f0rceful instruction to answer the door.

I looked across at Cara and was met with a mischievous look that told me this was not a game. I looked from Cara to the hallway and back again. "Be a sweetie and get that will you, I'm so comfortable here". It wasn't really a request, it was certainly a softly spoken order and one that left me in no doubt that she already knew who would be the caller. In turn I was left in no doubt as to who was stood at our door and what this meant for the evening. The hit of adrenalin filled my body as all the possibilities were imagined and then the realisation that my attire was not entirely suitable for answering our front door. As if reading my mind I heard Cara laugh before seeking to console me, "Don't worry Robbie, I'm sure it's nothing he hasn't seen before". WTF, had she discussed or planned this very moment and my attire with him. The recollection of the constant tapping on her phone from this afternoon answered my own question....and nothing HE hasn't seen...the dread hit as I realised we may not be eating alone.
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I opened the door trying to use it to shield my bare legs and embarrassing underwear. I was faced with the tall well built figure of Leon, Cara's boyfriend, our Bull.....STOOD AT OUR FRONT DOOR. Although the house was set back from the street, I became very aware that neighbours could be watching. I know it seemed stupid to be wondering about that, I mean why on earth would they be looking out of their windows on a Saturday evening. It was cuck paranoia, the imagination that everyone was looking, everyone was watching and asking their significant others what "that well dressed black man was doing knocking on the Devine's door" or "That's a nice Beamer on the Devine's drive, I've never seen that there before".

"So are you going to invite me in Robbie, or do you really want to give the neighbours something real to wonder about?" The look of anxiety on my face acknowledged the words and I beckoned him in by opening the door wider and mumbled an apology. As Leon stepped over the threshold another symbolic barrier in our marriage was breached as Cara's boyfriend entered our home. All muscle, all confidence and all swagger, he breezed past me into the hallway and I noted the Sunflowers in one hand and the bottle of champagne in the other. The Alpha male personified, smooth, calm and collected, as much seducer as Bull and I had just meekly admitted him to my own home.

I closed the door and instinctively locked it, as I had done so many times in the evenings before. I pondered that I was doing so, voluntarily and almost robotically acknowledging that Leon would be staying the night, Nothing had been said, there was nothing from Cara or Leon that informed me that Cara & Leon would be spending the night together, yet here I was granting that permission by actions. The jingling of the keys would inform Cara & our guest of my actions and signify my approval of their relationship and undoubted soon to be coupling.
I stared at the back of the front door for a few seconds before turning and witnessing my wife and her stud embracing in our hallway.

Cara must have come to meet her paramour, eager to become reacquainted with the stud she had just spent the week with. The stud that she had last seen just over 24 hours previously at Schipol. There were still the sounds of erotic couplings emanating from our living room, but they were added to by the sound of passionate kissing and the odd pause for breath.

I could see Cara was standing on her tip toes to reach the much taller stud and her arms were wrapped around his shoulders as he slightly dipped his head to allow their lips to meet. I had been a voyeur in our hotel room at the Amrath and had been a voyeur courtesy of skype and WhatsApp, but here I was stood in my own hallway watching two lovers developing their fledgling relationship.

After a couple of minutes of passionate kissing it was Cara who broke their kiss and peered around Leon's imposing torso to smile at me. The smile and the wink told me that the greeting was all for show, well maybe not all for show. Partly to play to her husband's warped ideas but certainly to show Leon that she was eager to spend time with him.

"Come along cucky, don't just stand there doing your famous fish impression, you can get those beautiful flowers into some water for me, It is so wonderful that Leon knows they are my favourite and of course the champagne really needs to be chilled correctly".

I walked forward and took Leon's gifts from him as Cara then took his hand, spun on those lovely fluffy mules and lead Leon into our living room. I walked past the living room door and saw that Leon had already plonked himself down on the sofa with Cara just falling onto his lap. No sooner had I placed the sunflowers in a vase and the champagne in the fridge when I heard Cara summoning me to the living room.
t felt strange walking into the living room this time. The mere presence of Leon had changed things. It was like walking in to someone else's home as I observed Leon reclining casually, one arm draped along the back of the sofa and the other holding my wife close to him and resting on a now visible stocking top. Cara in turn had one arm around his neck whilst she ran the other back and forth across his chest. She leant in to kiss him before whispering into his ear and then turning her smiling visage in my direction.

There was a familiarity between them, something that came from the last intense week together. The smile of contentment and glint in her eyes told me that she was horny and eager for Leon to resume where he left off at Schipol. "Now Robbie, as we have a guest I am sure you won't mind Leon eating with us", as with so many of her words of late, they weren't really questions, they were very much statements that she did not expect a reply to. "the problem being that I know it is only a light meal and therefore small portions", with that she paused and patted Leon's chest before nodding her head in my direction. The inference was not lost on me and certainly not lost on Leon as was confirmed by the deep chuckle that came from deep within him.

Leon took his eyes off Cara briefly before looking me up and down. The smile and the pearly white teeth showed as he dr4nk in my subm1ssion. How can any husband, or man for that matter be seen as the master of the house when he is stood wearing panties in front of his wife and her lover?

The chuckle ceased before Leon heaped yet more shame upon me, "I think the cuck certainly has a small portion and therefore doesn't really need anything tonight". He winked at me before turning his attention back to Cara. Her own face was beaming at his remarks as she once again gazed into his eyes and planted another lingering kiss upon his own lips ( I suspected he had been primed to use the same joke Cara had used earlier in the evening. As if the comment hadn't cut me sufficiently deeply, this acknowledgement of humour mixed with confidence and power added to its depth.

As the lovers looked at each other he continued to twist the knife, "missing the food could be good for him anyway, after all I noted from his fashion shoot that he needs a little trimming to fit his panties better".

Cara threw her head back in laughter and playfully slapped Leon's broad chest in mock defence of her husband. My own face burned with embarrassment at the thought that all of our small group had seen the pictures Cara had taken. The realisation that they were now out there and could be shared with so many others. That tiny bit of solace in the fact that there was no face to go with the panties, let alone Cara's penwomanship above my small dick.

Cara turned to face me once again and rose from Leon's lap. She reached out her hand behind her, without even looking and felt it enveloped by Leon's great paw. "I think Leon is right cucky, I think you can maybe get something to eat later if you are a good little cucky". The wink from Cara that followed left me in little doubt that she wasn't referring to any of the food that I had spent the evening preparing!

As Leon followed Cara's lead and rose from the sofa I was waved away towards the kitchen and playfully spoken to like a butler. Cara's soft tones changing slightly to put on a more upper class accent, "be a good cucky will you Robbie and serve our guest and me in the dining room. With my burning face and my dick twitching in my knickers I didn't need a second instruction as I was just happy to have a short time to myself to rationalise the situation.

It may have been a game at Ophelia's chambers and even in Amsterdam, but this was our home and I was being teased by both Cara & Leon and was simply letting it happen. As I finished the food quickly and plated up the shame had brought a response in my knickers and I could not hide me acceptance and desire for this as little Robbie finally started to stir. I marvelled to myself that it was only now that this was happening, when it had been my inability to perform that had lead me directly to this situation and Leon's presence in our house.

As I brought the plates to the table I found Leon sitting in what should have been my chair. My own beautiful wife, sat where she normally sat, but with her hand reaching out onto the table top. Leon's great hand also lay on the top of the table but he softly traced his fingers across the back of her hand in a circular motion. The soft touch thrilled me yet also cut me once again. It wasn't the action of a Bull or dom, it was more that of a lover, certainly one that was intent on a real seduction as much as a simple fucking.

There seemed to be a new atmosphere in the house. There was this odd situation, a well dressed man, a partially and very much seductively dressed woman seated at an outwardly normal dining table. Yet in the background could still be heard the sounds of a woman being extremely well fucked. It was certainly at odds with what appeared to be almost an everyday or romantic meal between a couple, albeit one being served by a man wearing a t-shirt and panties.

The talk was all about the last week. Leon was certainly in charm mode. He appeared to be focussed on Cara, posing her questions and listening intently to her answers. the nod of his head and then the little squeeze of her hand as he momentarily stopped his finger from tracing it's circle on the back of her hand. As I moved around the table and served the last of the food there was this deep cuck ache within my stomach and a certain stirring in my knickers as Leon reached up and moved a lock of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. The cuckold ache borne of the desire to see Cara used sexually was there but there was that other more intense ache that was brought about by knowing that Leon was a master at his art. The art of seduction and of making a wife fall for him.

As I headed back into the kitchen, partly as a place of sanctuary to hide the small bulge that was now starting to grow in my silky knickers I looked back. It was just as Cara looked down at her plate to cut a small bit of the steak, Leon took the chance to look at me and had that broad grin that seemed to go from ear to ear. The smugness of the grin was heightened by the cocky wink before he once again resumed his conversation with Cara.

I put the serving plate down onto the worktop and immediately my hand dropped to my groin. Whilst I still felt a slight soreness I was somewhat relieved to be able once again to get hard. That infernal milking machine had rendered me redundant and caused Cara's dissatisfaction, which in turn had obviously led to her making contact with Leon again. Despite that deep ache and the soreness I rubbed the soft silky material against my bald groin. Although never really being a fan of wearing knickers and never playing with Cara's barring the odd naughty furtive sniffing of them, I marvelled how cool and soft they felt. The excitement inside me increased and the desire to be truly cuckolded by Cara & Leon in our marital bed began to well up inside me. I closed my eyes and tried to picture the scene as I slowly and softly rubbed the silky material over my dick.

My thoughts were interrupted by Cara's voice from the dining room. My eyes snapped open and my head jerked round to the door. It was almost a rabbit in the headlights moment where I sort of forgot where I was. Without thinking I rejoined the lovers at our dining table. As I entered the room it could only have been a split second before I was met with hoots of laughter from both my wife and her beau. Leon face palmed and Cara put out her hand to point. My own eyes followed her pointed digit. I saw the sexy red nail polish for a moment before my own cheeks started to try and match the nail varnish colour. It seemed that in my cuck reverie and newly returned ability to get hard, that I had actually started to "leak" a little, and the mirth was directed at the small wet patch spoiling the lovely polka dot pattern that hid my dick.

It was Cara that spoke first and she once again had that sarcastic disappointed tone. The same one that I had heard when she saw my dick was out of action. The same one that showed how hurt she was at my lack of control and compulsive wanking, and the same one that she had used in the shop when I had cum in my pants. "Well I shouldn't expect anything else really should I? The lack of self control and the inability to go any period of time without fiddling with that worm, but what disappoints me most is that you were doing so well playing our butler, but a butler would never fiddle with themselves whilst serving their Master & Mistress".

As Cara finished her sentence she reached her beautifully manicured hand out and laid it on top of Leon's. The old sh1t eating grin returned to his face as he realised that I had compounded my own wanker status with Cara. That it was now a done deal that he would be heading towards our bedroom very very soon.

She looked at Leon and as their eyes made contact she blew him a kiss before returning her gaze to me, "So I guess it's about time for your biggest fantasy Robbie, all those times we role-played it in our bed, the times you ate my pussy and the times you used that fake Leon on me, your dicky is telling me, and not forgetting your manic wanking yesterday, tells me you want Leon to formally cuckold you in our own bed.

My eyes were locked on hers but I noted her hand grip Leon's huge paw even harder. Although her words were assured and teasing at the same time, I sensed that the squeeze of the hand was something of a message to him that this was still fun and that she was toying with me.

As I focussed on the hands on the table gently but clearly squeezing each other, I focussed on this as I wasn't sure I wanted to look into either Cara's or Leon's eyes and feel the real deep hum1liation, Leon spoke.

"So Ohu, Amsterdam may have been the first time, or at least A FIRST time, Cara has told me tonight that she wants many more firsts. Amsterdam was truly memorable and started you off on the right path, but I think your compulsive wanking and the fact that demonstrated how much you enjoy seeing me with your beautiful lady wife"......... there was that squeeze again, most definitely from Cara this time in response to his sycophantic words............"and so I was more than happy to respond positively to Cara's request that I come over tonight and make this something more than just a passing holiday fling".

Leon paused at this point and with a squeeze of her tiny hand he sort of pulled Cara towards him and dipped his head. I looked up slightly and saw Cara almost mirror his movements as they looked into each others eyes as Leon leant in to passionately kiss my wife.

I could see Cara's cheeks go slightly redder and I wasn't sure whether I could make out her nipples under her sexy black robe. The suggestion that this last statement had really turned Cara on. Leon wanted to make this more than a fling. I was ashamed at that instant as I felt my own dick twitch in my panties and that unmistakable slight dampness as a stained them with more pre cum.

Chapter 55
Progression - The Evening After The Week Before
CONTINUED

After 30 seconds, where the sounds of the lovers kissing merged with the background of orgasmic cries from our living room, the lovers broke their kiss. I had watched in awe, in cuck torment in silence my fantasies becoming reality.

Leon planted one last loving kiss on the tip of her nose before turning his beaming face of conquest towards me, "So Ohu I think you should leave us and prepare some things for your wife's pleasure, there should be the champagne on ice by the marital bed, two glasses of course ( a quick turn and nod to Cara made it appear that he was speaking directly for her as a long standing partner would ) and get your TV set to YouTube as I have a nice playlist that will set the mood well for tonight I think, Oh yes and I think you should make yourself comfortable in the bedroom chair Cara told me about, after all you want to be comfortable to have the second best view in the house".

Cara looked a little puzzled with this statement but grinned when Leon layered the saccharine charm on to the max by adding, "that I will have the best view in the house gazing at your beautiful wife".

I would, in fact I think Cara would as well, have usually burst out laughing at the tacky almost juvenile attempt at romantic words but the look that came over Cara and the little shift she did in her seat suggested that the words and the moment had merged to make them hit the mark tonight.

As I looked at Leon intently, marvelling at the ease with which he seemed to gauge the situation and appear to know exactly the right thing to say, the smile disappeared from his face as he fixed me with his eyes. The sudden change in his visage knocked me for a second and added to my unease and also my sub desires.

"Consider this Ohu and consider this carefully, you turning round and going to ready that ice bucket will be taken by both Cara & I as a sign of your full acceptance that I will be spending a lot more time with Cara and also with you as a couple. Make no mistake that I understand your desire and your fantasies but this is not just about you, this is about everyone getting what they want out of this, perhaps Cara and I will get the most, but this will be the last time that I will give you an option for me to walk away".

I went to open my mouth to ask a question of Cara but Leon raised his hand to show me that it was not my time to speak and that he had not finished,

"As after tonight my focus will be on this amazingly hot wife of yours and showing her the pleasures of great sex, of passionate love making and of how a real man, a Bull such as I can enhance her pleasure"

..........The flush on Cara's face deepened and appeared to be travelling down her neck, or as much of it as I could see where her hair did not obscure it...........

"Last week was fun and intense but tonight will be so symbolic, as Cara has told me she wants me to be her lover and Bull to you both as a couple. As you have failed in your responsibilities as a husband to provide sexually for your wife, I shall take those responsibilities and leave it to Cara to decide if, and believe me it is not cockiness when I say it is a virtually impossible if, it ends".

As Leon's words hung in the air I felt both sets of eyes boring into me. Almost on cue the woman in the living room TV let out a deep guttural moan as she orgasmed long and hard. Her deeply laboured breathing allowed her to only just vocalise the pleasure she was receiving from the cock that was obviously burying itself deep in her pussy...."Yes Yes Yes YES YES YES so so so ...........BIG........YESSSSSSS

It was almost like a brainwashing, a perfect storm of timing and words. I shifted my stance and sub mssively and yet un0onsciously I bowed me head slightly and put my hands behind my back as I croaked weakly,

"Yes.......please........ Sir"

There was an audible intake of breath from Cara and a deep chuckle from Leon.

"Run along then cuckold, you have jobs to do, we shall be up in 10 minutes".

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CHAPTER 56
PROGRESSION - The Night After The Week Before
PART 1

Despite it seeming like I had been dismissed from the presence of Leon & Cara, in my own home, I just stood there, like a complete lemon, or in this case, a complete submissive cuckold husband. Shaved bald, pantied and now sporting a reasonable 4 inches. Sadly almost fully hard!

Leon rose from his seat or what was usually my seat and walked behind Cara. Looking directly at me he pulled her chair backwards. Such a gent!!!!

The smirk on his face grated yet thrilled once again. The charm and seduction were obvious, all done to show Cara what a catch he was and to further put me in my place.

Cara rose from her seat and took Leon's outstretched hand. It was like something from bygone times. A gentleman escorting a demure lady yet the story behind this scene was that there was nothing demure about it.
Cara looked over her should and blew me a playful kiss and then nodded down at the small tent in my silk covered groin. The little giggle was accompanied by a deeper tone as their amusement mirrored each other. Hand in hand Leon almost regally guided Cara away into the living room. I just stood and watched as he guided her to the sofa and allowed her to lower herself to a sitting position. She sat back and seductively crossed her legs. She let me catch a small glimpse of stocking top and just a trace of bare thigh before rearranging her robe to bring back a sense of decorum. As she did so Leon bent slightly and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

Cara's head tilted to one side and she put on a pouty face as she gazed back into the dining room at her transfixed hubby. A loud moan of ecstasy came forth from the television speakers which drew Cara's attention away from me. Leon turned and walked back into the dining room.

He walked around the table and took something from his trouser pocket. He stood directly in front of me beaming from ear to ear knowing that his moment of conquest and complete victory was drawing near.

In firm but deliberately hushed tones, "Now my little Ohu, tonight is the night you have fantasized about ever since you wanked your little dick for the first time to the idea of your beautiful wife making you a cuckold. I will grant you your dearest wish and it will very much be my pleasure". He paused for a second and studied my face and glanced down at the small tent between us, "and of course Cara's, but tonight will make it real, tonight will be a whole lot different from Amsterdam, that was just playful cuckolding, fun for all".

Leon looked down at the table and picked up Cara's wine glass. His other hand was brought upwards and the fist opened revealing a small blue pill. "Open up Ohu, we want you as hard as can be to show Cara how much you are enjoying tonight".

Without thinking I opened my mouth and the pill was placed on my tongue before Leon handed me the wine glass. "Dr1nk Ohu, a toast to the deal being well and truly sealed".

I swallowed wondering whether I required the pill as I felt the ache in my groin once again as my dick reached its full 4 and a half inches.

"Good Ohu, it makes things so much easier when a cucky does as he is told, so as I was saying, tonight will be a memorable night, I will cuckold you in your own home in your own bed and rest assured all those dreams and all those ideas that you shared with my cousin will come true". He looked over his shoulder and called to Cara to tell her he would be right through before turning back to me. With that huge grin there was a look of confidence and arrogance and victory, "and there will be no going back after tonight if I have anything to do with it"....the pause was clearly to let me digest and play his words alongside my recollections of what I had confessed to Ophelia....."And of course I do have everything to do with it".

As Leon walked away he reminded me I had 9 minutes to get the room sorted.

Sitting in the chair I surveyed the room. It was the same as it had been for the last 2 years. Cara had wanted it decorated and had spent ages getting "the look" she wanted. I considered it to be quite homely, not really modern, traditional and maybe romantic. It was warm and I felt comfortable even sitting in just my silky knickers, although the ache in my groin did provide a nagging unease underneath the general aire of calm contentment.

The curtains were drawn, bed covers turned down and two champagne flutes and the ice bucket with bottling chilling were on the bedside locker. The main bedroom lights were off but I had put on the bedside lamps which gave the room a softer feel. I once again marvelled at the fact that I had pottered round so eagerly all to make things better for Cara, but then who was I kidding, it was primarily Leon who I was doing this for!

I made sure the television was switched to YouTube as required and then checked the room once more and assumed my seated position as per instructions.

The laughter could be heard before the footfalls on the stairs. I gulped and the ache in my groin got stronger. The damn machine from yesterday had t0rmented my dick and made it sore but now this erection brought that ache firmly to my attention and then I recalled the little blue pill. If I ached now then what would I be like with a chemically induced erection for the rest of the evening? The eroticism was going to be constant and the realisation that it was likely to become painful started to cause me a degree of consternation.

I was taken from my own thoughts by the laughter getting closer then the smug sing songy voice of a man who knew he was in control echoed up the stairs, across the landing and into our bedroom. "Ohu better have done as he was told and he should be kneeling and naked apart from those cute panties".

As things weren't bad enough! It seemed Leon was intent on really ramping up his control and alpha male status. Once again I pondered that it had been OK away from home in a strange hotel room, but here it was our house, our little sanctuary. Certainly not a case of what goes on on holiday, as this most certainly was coming home to roost.

The split second it took me to have those thoughts also found me kneeling in the middle of our bedroom floor. I lost my t-shirt aswell and tossed it into the corner of the room. I adjusted my postion, first I sat back on my heels but found that uncomfortable. I sat up and became more aware the small but ever growing tent in my new panties. My hands went to the front of me to try and cover my "bulge" but my recollection of Ophelia's admonishment when I had done that in session came to mind. I settled back onto my heels once again and laid my hands on my thighs. At least that way my erection was partially hidden. Here was I trying to not look too submissive......I muttered to myself, "fool".

As I reached a relatively comfortable position I realised the footfalls were almost upon me and the door to the "master bedroom" opened. There it was.....that huge grin of success, the grin that knew that he was about to get all that he had wanted and had planned for with his cousin.

His large frame appeared to almost fill the doorway and as he stepped forward his trailing hand brought forth Cara into the dimmed lights of the room. Leon took about 3 paces into the room before he stopped and pulled Cara into his body. It was almost as if they were on a dance floor. The drop of his wrist and the pulling action swung her round from behind him. Her robe short as it was flared out slightly and in tune with his motion, Cara did her own little pirouette ending close to his chest with his big strong arm enveloping her.

Leon surveyed the location of his soon to be victory. He took in the soft browns and creams of the furnishings, the drapes drawn and the pictures of a previously faithful and vanilla couple. The warmth and comfort of our safe place where we whispered sweet nothings to each other when we had first married and moved in. The place where I had naively first started us down this path. It was almost a look of contentment that was on his face. The contented look changed to a broad smile when his eyes spotted the large framed picture, his "considerate" gift to me from Amsterdam.

"Ahhhh Ohu, Cara was telling me how much you liked my gift to you. I have to say it was the very least I could do to give you a reminder of our time together in Amsterdam". As he said the words he took his eyes from the picture and focussed them on Cara before tilting his head downwards and seeking out Cara's lips.

Cara flexed her legs, her heels rose from the carpet, as even in her mules she was shorter than Leon. The added inches from being on tip toes brought their lips together and I gazed I awe and horror as their mouths opened and their tongues explored each other.

The small tent got that little bit bigger and I was f0rced to shift my kneeling postion. That ache was almost constant now.

The kiss lasted for a good minute before they came up for air. Leon moved his head forward to the side of Cara's head and whispered something in her ear. It was almost playing to my deepest cuck fantasies. The intimacy of a whisper, the not knowing what sweet nothings were being exchanged. It played to my mind, it was not only what I could see and hear, it was what I imagined, what I wanted them to become.

They both looked at me, beaming smiles, Leon of conquest and Cara of sexual arousal and her own contentment and excitement. The embrace they shared eased off and Cara's body came more into view.

The pin at the top of her robe that had previously denied me the sight of her amazing cleavage was no more. Revealed was more blackness, it appeared to be a shirt collar with small gold trims at the collar tip. Just below the collar appeared to be beautiful lace detailing with the full detail being hidden by the silky robe.

Just that hint of what had previously been hid to me caused a small twitch down below which was instantly noticed by my keen eyed t0rmentor. With a nod of his head he indicated to my wife that I was ogling her, "It is so cute really my princess", the word came with a little squeeze of Cara's body, "that little cucky husbands get so aroused that even the slightest hint of something sexy causes them to reveal their inner most desires".

Leon brought his right hand up from his side and reached across to Cara's arm. He appeared to take half a step backwards which then brought Cara to a standing position directly in front of him. Cara's arms were almost folded and were covered by Leon's own thick toned arms. He was not quite head and shoulders above her but not far off. He pulled her back into his body, wrapping her, enveloping her in his arms, the white of his t-shirt framing the blackness of her robe.

The movement of his arms revealed ever more tantalising glimpses of her upper chest. A shirt collar maybe with those gold tips but missing a front. I could make out what appeared to be a strip of black material that mimicked where the buttons should be, but instead appeared to be studs of the same colour as the collar tips.

Cara looked me in the eyes, I hoped for approval to continue, but all I saw was a minx, a woman sexually aroused by the scene and its leading actor. As she stared at me taking in my subm1ssion she bit her lip and I noted that she shifted position and pushed her hips backwards as if to grind into Leon. The movement brought a deep pleasurable "mmmmmmmm" from Leon along with an even bigger smile.

"Mmmmmmm It seems your naughty little wife is getting all hot and bothered and is eager for a real mans cock", He craned his neck forward and simultaneously pulled Cara closer to him. The squeeze caused Cara to inhale sharply and look upwards and behind towards her lover. Once again their lips locked. Cara craning her neck to meet his eager demanding lips. All the while he just held her tightly, claiming her as his, owning her in front of me.

Part of me wanted to go up, pull her away from him and smack him in the mouth, another part of me wanted to be closer and see close up how their mouths locked together. Instead a stayed where I was, kneeling on the floor rubbing my palms on the tops of my thighs trying to stop myself from reaching for my dick.

As they continued to explore each other's mouths I drank in the moment and questioned whether this was a game with Cara or whether Leon really had made a "connection" with her. My eyes were drawn from their focus on the joining of their lips as Leon's hand released its grip on her waist and moved slowly upwards to cup her breast. He cupped and then applied pressure with his fingers. It appeared at first to be soft and slow but I guessed my gaze failed to measure the pressure and intensity of passion that went along with it. After all it was their bodies that were joined and I was merely the observer.

A few seconds of massaging, almost kneading and his fingers extended and slowly felt for the edge of her robe. The fucker was teasing me further; knowing I would be kneeling slack jawed and hooked, much as Cara was. The palm still pressing down on her breast the black silky robe was pulled slowly back to reveal more of her underwear and more skin.

The robe slid ever more down one shoulder revealing more of what looked like a shirt collar, the gold trim standing proud and catching just a hint of what light there was in the room. Below the collar though, the material ended and that sexy black lace detailing, and then Cara's upper chest. The row of black material and those gold studs where the buttons should be stood in contrast to the paleness of her skin beneath. This was no sexy shirt but just a collar of sort, and then as her lover slowly pulled the robe ever further the first swell of her breast.

CHAPTER 56
PROGRESSION - The Night After The Week Before
PART 2

The wondrous valley that tantalises so many men. I thought back to how many times I had gazed at Cara's cleavage and twitched in my pants. The delight of seeing yet not seeing and here I was desperate to be shown more by Leon. The smooth pale flesh rose from the cleavage shadows and then another glimpse of black satin that would enclose her perfect breasts. But no, it was simply a strip that seemed to then tease and accentuate her fullness. More pale soft amazing skin and near the shoulder another golden trim, a clip, akin to those on a suspender belt. As more was revealed I found myself focussing on Cara's attire rather than her body. The wrappings as erotic as the gift inside.

From the clip, a small detail of ribbon and then, next to the flesh was revealed yet more delicate lace that I was now allowed to see clearly. The robe now hung off her left shoulder revealing the beauty of her under garments, the classy collar that was almost like a harness and below a bra that seemed to encircle and focus and tease. I strained to see the detail and hoped that Leon may lift the clip just below her shoulder to remove that seductive lace that sought but failed to hide Cara's amazing nipples.

Having revealed just enough to tease and t0rment me further, Leon stopped and his hand let go of the robe. His hand now sought out her breast and began to stroke that delicate lace. Softly brushing over her covered nipple making it stand to attention, pretty much as my own dick was trying to do. The demonstration of his seduction skills and his more romantic side shown He came up for air. Allowing Cara to catch her own breath he smiled that familiar smile of smugness as he noted the small tent in my knickers and the small wet patch that confirmed his skills.

As Cara caught her breath and her chest rose and fell I noted the nipples standing proud and a slight colour coming to her chest. Leon had toyed with her and now wished to include me and solidify my position.

"I think we need a dr1nk, come now Ohu, you may rise and serve your Master & Mistress".

Cara just looked at me and a little smile came across her face as her chest heaved and she noted my own small erection had returned. Leon released his hold on Cara and with a nod of his head indicated that I should get on with my task. He walked over to the unit on which the TV stood. A few swift clicks and a playlist appeared on the screen. Cara remained almost glued to the spot as I filled two champagne flutes.

In a matter of a minute the room was filled with a heavy bass and dance music accompanied my return to my kneeling position in front of the reunited lovers. As I sank to the floor I held out the glasses and could feel the faint tickle as bubbles leapt from the flutes onto the backs of my hands.

Taking the flutes from me Leon handed one to Cara and pulled her closer to him. The glasses were brought together with that small crisp clink. Smiles adorned their faces along with distinct lustful looks in their eyes.

"Now a toast is in order I feel", with that he raised his glass slightly higher and tilted it in my direction.

"To the husband who accepts his shortcomings and desires to see nothing but happiness for his wife", and the fucker winked at me as well! Before tilting his head down and to the right, his glass also tilting towards Cara.

"To the wife who accepts those shortcomings along with his love and devotion".

"And to the couple who accept that they will always be husband and wife but from this day forth will be my slut and cuckold"

The twitch of my dick occurred at the same time as the blush came to Cara's face and she bit the corner of her lip once again. The little gasp coincided with the clinking of glasses and then the small sips that the lovers took to seal the toast. As the flutes were lowered once again Cara craned her neck to meet Leon's eager lips...and I was once again my presence was briefly forgotten to them.

Once again Leon's roaming hands found their way to my wife's breast, first cupping then stroking, then more f0rceful massaging. It appeared to be in slow motion as his finger and thumb came together to tease and tweak the nipple that tried to break free from its own lacy pris0n. The yin and yang, the pleasure and slight pain brought moans from Cara as their lips remained locked.

The nipple released, Leon the master, slowly moved his hand away, it roamed across to her still covered breast, caressing over the silky blackness of the robe before travelling south. It reached the belt of the robe and slowly, ever so slowly pulled at the sash. Enthralling Cara with her tongue and controlling me with my own eagerness to see my wife revealed in all her beauty.

With a smooth single pull the sash released and the robe fell open. Still hanging from one shoulder, the angle of her body caused it to drop further on her right hand side revealing more of her body and lingerie.

The smoothness of her stomach, the pale skin with the contrast of the blackness of the harness that ran down from the collar and the contrast of that large dark paw that now stroked that gym (and fucking) toned stomach. The line of material and the gold detailed studs ended just below her navel and was met with a horizontal band of material that formed the suspender belt. As my eyes traced lower they seemed to draw Leon's hand ever closer to the prize.....Cara's pussy.

The thin strips of material had framed her breasts and now they framed a small square of soft white flesh that sat just above the top of her panties. The same detailed black lace of the bra that hid yet also gave the hint of delights beneath. A dark hand got ever closer and then the little finger just touched the waist band of the flimsy item that "protected" her modesty.

I could just make out the small almost parallel lines of her pussy lips, I imagined how wet Cara must be from this whole scene and the whole seduction since Leon had entered our house. The hand then reached its destination and with the flat of his hand he caressed her lace covered mound. I noted Cara's hips move ever so slightly forward to add pressure to his caresses....and the kissing continued to the dance beat from the television. Even so I could hear my own heavy breathing and could contain myself no longer as my hand left my thigh and found the wet spot on the front of my knickers.

With the further encouragement from the movement of her hips Leon's hand edged slightly further down before his fingers curled to cup her sex. Her knees gave a little and her head fell back against his chest with a needy moan coming from her mouth.

The three middle fingers on Leon's hand teased Cara, they stroked up and down in a slow almost wave like motion. Each motion met with a movement of Cara's knees and hips, allowing her to increase the pressure from her lover's fingers. My own hand almost mirrored Leon, as I rubbed my erection ever more aware of the growing wet patch that left in no doubt how my replacement as a lover fed my desires.

To give....and then take away....and as Leon had teased us both, had ramped up our sexual fever and brought us both close to our peaks....he stopped. The show and the fingering stopped and Leon just stared at me. The huge grin had an added confidence and arrogance, supported by my own inability to stop playing with myself. The cessation of finger play brought Cara from her sexual daze and caused to also look down upon me. My hand fingers still circling the wet spot on the polka dot panel...and an almost matching grin to Leon's came to her face.

Even though the fingering of her pussy had stopped Cara's hips still moved, almost trying to seek out that pleasure and moving almost in time with the music. It was Cara's turn to speak and ever so slightly twist the knife.

"I see someone loves the show as much as I love taking part". She looked at Leon before returning her attentions to me. "I bet you love the outfit as well"? The tilt of the head almost suggested that she wanted a response to what was an obvious question. "Fiona told me that Leon would love it but also how much it would set the tone for tonight and enthral you. I had never heard of it before, but Tatu Couture, mmmm, it's so decadent, so naughty". There was a little shimmy to cause the robe to move and reveal more flesh and lingerie, the briefs, the suspender strap and the flesh above the stocking top....all so delicious. "Fiona said it was Sylvie or Josephine or some other names, but tonight I think it should be called just Jezebel". Once again the look towards Leon and a brief kiss.

"Isn't he so good, so strong and masterful, yet so tender. I don't have anything to measure him against (and I certainly detected an emphasis on the word measure from her) but I doubt there can be many better lovers or Bulls out there to match him". As she said that she maintained eye contact with me but moved her right hand. It made contact with the inside of Leon's trouser leg and traced its way up the inside of his thigh before doing her own cupping of the beast that lay inside.

It was then that a song started that must have hit the moment. It seemed that Leon shared a similar taste to Cara. The cymbal and then the beat of Madison Avenue kicked in. I recalled Cara telling me how it had been a fave song from a holiday in Ibiza what must have been almost 20 years ago now. In some of her sexier times she had danced and teased me, blowing me kisses as she mouthed along..."Don't call me baby"....the minx.

The movement of her hips seeking Leon's fingers became more pronounced as she matched the music. The inner, Leon inspired tease came forth........she craned her neck for another kiss with Leon before smiling and taking that one step forward and bending to only blow a kiss at me from point blank range.

Swaying and in time with the music, seeming to try and imitate Cheyne from the band in the video, she moved across to the dresser where she placed her glass down. Leon appeared to be very taken with how Cara had come alive and embraced the moment. As the music continued Cara sashayed back over to her lover. She circled him taking long more pronounced steps in time with the music. She ran her hand over his shoulder and then chest and then joined in with the words.

I was thrilled with the new found confidence in my wife as she toyed with her lover, before she stopped with her back to me. Her legs akimbo and the robe still draped over one shoulder. Her hand on Leon's chest she looked over at me and mouthed along as Cheyne sang "Don't call me baby". The ass gyrated and Leon grinned from ear to ear. Despite, or maybe because of the erotic vision and teasing, my palm pushed and kneaded my silky covered dick.

Leon was loving his own private performance. It was becoming almost a lap dance as Cara circled him. There was bounciness about Cara, she strutted, she thrust out her chest and took every opportunity to paw at Leon whilst focussing much of her gaze upon me. As the chorus kicked in again she stood before me and bent at the waist. Her beautiful face inches from mine, her golden locks falling over her shoulders, and me the little perv was caught gazing at her cleavage that almost taunted me. Her hips moved in time, almost rolling as she moved bent each knee in time with the music. Her hand came up and a finger under my chin brought my eyes from her cleavage to meet her own playful naughty gaze just as she sang along, ..............

"Didn't mama never tell you not to play with fire", before turning away and swaying back over to Leon.

From the connection of singing to me which filled my heart and further engorged my dick, she made the connection back with her stud. She circled him once again, running her hands over his chest before pulling at his waist band of his shirt. He needed no words and assisted her in moving his body to allow the top to be taken over his broad shoulders and over his head. His grin got ever wider!

The shirt hit the bedroom carpet, the music played and the lap dance continued. Cara threw me a sultry look over her shoulder before stopping once again directly in front of him. Legs together this time she ran her hands down his chest and stopped at his belt. I knew what was coming and in an instant the belt had been drawn through the loops and joined the shirt on the floor.

A deft hand movement and Leon's trousers pooled around his ankles. Once again Cara's hips swayed, the robe swirling and giving the occasional glimpse of stocking top and white flesh. She bent forward slightly and took hold of his boxers. As she tune played she thrust out her ass and then bent her knees which allowed her to slowly sink to her haunches, the mule heals just visible below the hem of the robe, and as she did the boxers fell to the floor.

Another glance over her shoulder with her hand over her mouth. A mock look of shock on her face being faced with Leon's monster cock. The mock surprise changed in an instant to a smile and then she licked her lips and turned back to the object of her desires. She moved her hands to finally touch the cock that was slowly changing her.

As the last strains of her favourite tune faded out and the last "baby" was sung, I watched as Cara's head dipped slightly forward and she brushed her hair over her shoulder and out of the way. The imposing figure of a now naked Leon, stood in the centre of our bedroom. His hands on his hips and my own previously sweet wife crouched in front of him. He looked down to enjoy the moment that Cara took his cock into her mouth.

One of the sights that t0rmented me yet filled me with crazed lust, and Leon watched it happen whilst I played with my own dick only able to see the back of Cara's head.

Just one word...."WOW"

Rover68uk

It's been a while since we last heard from you, but has it ever been worth the wait!! FUCK! This is truly amazing, spell binding stuff, tantalising and as erotic as you will ever find. Take a bow, perfection!

Donna (Donna4blackuse) is going to love this!

Just saw this. OMG!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Are you wet Darling?

Pretty much always Kenney.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Fantastic work! I'm loving this and I think it's one of the best ever

Now why do I find that particular thought very exciting! Mmm......I'm drooling at the thought of what you have to offer Donna xx