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Very poor of me I know. Started the next chapter yesterday and will try and work it up within the week. Subject to shifts.
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Progression Chapter 57

Leon has allowed me to share his playlist with you. He was of the view that it may help you appreciate him, as Cara & Rob do. It is hoped it will add to your understanding as you read this chapter.

The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!

Failing that you can go to You Tube and look for "Leon Goes To Work"

Forgive a little bit of duplication at the start to fit with the playlist

Progression Chapter 57
The Night After the Week Before .........When It Became All Too Real

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 loved 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.

The rough treatment and multiple orgasms from the previous day had rendered my dick sore and tender. The scene before me and the acceptance that Cara was about to surrender the last vestiges of our "normal" sex lives, in our own bedroom, to Leon, had my dick at its full 4 1/2 inches. The little blue pill had added to the strength of my ardour and left it with no opportunity of subsiding. Seeming to show Cara how much I wanted Leon to claim "our" bedroom as "HIS". Each of these factors and ideas added up to an incredibly erotic scene.

From all my solitary wanking, to my browsing online and reading of 100's of cuck related stories, to finally visiting Ophelia. All of these stages had led me and us to this point. A scene that had both Cara & I almost lost in our own erotic ideas that mirrored each other.

I was aware of the ache still in my groin and the tenderness of the flesh on my dick yet I could not stop myself from gently rubbing myself. I guessed that anyone looking at me, or in this case, the only person looking at me, Leon, would see me as a bit of a loser. Hell, maybe a lot of a loser. The feeling of shame that usually welled up inside me post wank session or post session with Ophelia started to fill me. It was aided by the smug sexually superior look on Leon's face that greeted me as our eyes each others.

Despite the look of satisfaction, or perhaps of (another small) victory the shame was outweighed by lust. I wanted Cara to please him, to make Leon weak at the knees, to show him how good she could suck his cock, to show him what an amazing woman she was and what a slutty hot wife she could be. The lap dance certainly added to that whole image as did the sounds. The slurping, the occasional gagging and the sighs of satisfaction from both Cara & Leon.

The head bobbed and the synth loop kicked in for 8 or so seconds before the, dum dum, de dum dum, dum dum, de dum dum and the synths then eased in. Unmistakable, Frankie Knuckles! and I watched as Cara seemed to change her motion so that she speeded up her dips to the beat.

The realisation hit me at the same time as it did the direct recipient of her oral skills. Leon accordingly began to move his hips more in time with the music. The grin got wider and the knowing look on his face got more certain. For my part my dick started to swell. The scene and the little blue pill earlier in the evening helped bring my dick back to life from Ophelia's evil actions. The slow back and forth of his hips, the slight movement of Cara's head and the swaying of her robe.

The music filled the room but could not drown out the nasty sounds of slurping and the occasional gagging. The sounds from our bedroom only added to what I thought was a sexy song anyway. Slow and steady, rhythmic, dark and seductive.

The soundtrack, the deep inhalation of breath and the sultry "I can't let go". Leon brought his hands from his sides and grasped the sides of Cara's head. He wanted to control her speed and prolong the moment, show both her and me who was in control. This wasn't Cara honouring him with a blow job, it was him honouring her with his cock in her mouth.

"That's it girl, you don't want to let go do you", Leon threw his head back after he said that and sank his cock deeper in her mouth causing Cara to gag once again. He looked back at me and then decided to remind my wife that her dutiful husband was still in the room.

"Seems like the Ohu's little dick likes what his slut wife is doing as he is finally getting hard, pity your wife is otherwise engaged".

There followed that smug deep chuckle. The words caused Cara to shift her feet ever so slightly which allowed her to swivel her head. Such a movement, had she done that with my dick in her mouth, would have caused me to pop out. In this case as her head turned it only resulted in the slow withdrawal of Leon's monster from her mouth. The result being a side on view of Cara's face linked to Leon by his cock. The head of his cock still sitting crudely between her painted lips. Her mouth still forming very much capital "O".

Even in the slightly subdued lighting of the room there was a glint of spit on his cock and traces of saliva around the edges of Cara's mouth, both nasty and sexy at the same time. Had her mouth been able to form any other expression I was sure Cara would have shown her amusement at my reaction to her worshipping. Her wide eyed look revealed that she was lost in the passion for her stud, a passion the flames of which had been fanned over the last week of sexual intimacy.

As Leon directed his conquests gaze away from me with his hands, Cara took one hand away from his cock. I suspected she had been using her hands as a means to limit the depth of his strokes and therefore protect her throat from invasion. The hand removed, it rubbed her breasts and it slowly made its way down to her pussy. The direction clear, but its destination hidden by her body and the hem of her black silk robe. I assumed her fingers made contact with her clit as she seemed to sync with the music once again. The moan matching that of lady on the track and a slight wobble to indicate her sensitivity down below.

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The Night After the Week Before .........When It Became All Too Real
PART 2

The rhythmic bass line matched with the bobbing head and the whispers and moans added to the atmosphere in the room before the singer almost echoed Cara's thoughts and told the room, " I want you love" with ever more intensity. As she did so my own hand started to grip my sore dick harder taking a few tentative strokes. Despite my eyes being fixed on the back of Cara's head, I felt the ache in my own dick. The muscle and flesh worked so hard by Ophelia's milking machine made any touch a mix between pleasure and pain.

The scene before me won out and the ache and soreness could not compete as my hand slowly worked its way back and forth. The little blue pill and Leon's cuckolding experience combined to bring me into subspace. The normal shame that I should have been feeling overwhelmed by my desire to see Leon use Cara.The synth looped and the bass kept pace with Leon....

"When I'm with you I believe that your love is true,
When we love you turn me out, you know what to do
Visions really blow my mind fantasizing all the time"[/i]

The words were almost as seductive as the scene before me and it was all my own fantasies being made real. Leon moved one hand away from Cara's cheek and used it to stroke her hair. He looked down almost lovingly at my wife worshipping him. A look of satisfaction, pride in what he was helping her become, pride in knowing how much she did want his love, his cock, his cum and his control.

"When your body's next to me, I begin to sweat
When we touch I lose control, now you know what's next
Fantasizing all the time , move your body next to mine"[i]

As the sexy female on the track teased the words out so Cara gagged once again. The reflex caused that slight shift in her body and an obvious unplanned pressure on her clit that had been being teased by her fingers. The gag and the surge of pleasure shot through her at the same time and she appeared to wobble on her heels.

The bass line and synths, the slurping and the gagging had also been accompanied by the faint sound of Cara's pussy being played with. The sounds revealing how wet she was, how turned on by being Leon's slut. The sound of a wet pussy being fingered ceased instantly as she was f0rced to bring her hand up to Leon's thigh to steady herself. As if she couldn't bring herself to let his cock out of her mouth...but then Leon wouldn't have allowed that to happen!

After that brief interruption to the worship, the movements began to sync again. Cara's head bobbing, Leon's hips moving, and my hand going back and forth, almost a natural order being set back in place. So it stayed for the next couple of minutes with Leon praising Cara for her skills and encouraging her to show him how much she loved his cock. Of course there was the odd look across at me and with each look Leon appeared to draw more strength and command. The look of satisfaction appeared more defined and he would look to grip Cara's head slightly tighter and keep his cock in her throat that split second longer.

The song neared its end and he teased us both by telling us, along with the lyrics, that Cara didn't want to let go. I knew if that was me on the receiving end of Cara's mouth, there was no way I would have lasted for the duration of that track, and yet Leon continued his rocking motion, commanding her to continue yet challenging her to make him cum.

"Mmmmm girl you are sure a good cocksucker", Leon praised Cara once again and then looked at me before continuing, ..."I guess it's from all the practice you had in Amsterdam". The praise was met with an apparent louder slurping as Cara tried to acknowledge and accept the praise of her stud.

There followed a sound that I could only describe as a pop, as Leon pulled Cara away from his cock by gripping her shoulders and pushing her slightly backwards so she sank back on her heels....and as "Your Love" ended so another female voice introduced the next track to back Leon's final victory.

Once again a dance beat filled our bedroom along with the moans of another female voice who explained that she couldn't control herself around her lover. Cara slowly rose from her position and went to kiss Leon. She was stopped by him holding her slightly away from his body before he dipped his head to whisper in her ear. Cara immediately turned to look at me, still slowly wanking my dick kneeling behind her.

That sexy minx look all over her face, the lipstick smeared and biting her lip. She raised her chin in a motion that indicated that I should rise and simply said, "To the chair cucky".

Although still oh so sore I was enthralled. The girl on the song told her beau that she didn't know what she wanted him and that his wish was her command. I realised it was as much about what Leon did with his cock as what he said and how he said it that made Cara behave as she was doing. Still holding my dick with one hand I pushed myself up and off my knees and backed up the the chair in the corner. The same chair that Cara has reclined in so sexily last night, yet now was my throne to accept my cuckolds crown.

I sat back in the seat which caused the panties that were just pulled down below my balls to push upwards. My dick stood directly upwards and my fist continued to work its tentative up and down motion.

Leon helped raise Cara from her haunches. He held her hand like a gallant gentleman of days gone by, the hands of the lovers held artificially high. It was theatre, almost mocking as Leon guided her through his hand. She was turned to face me and her robe was now fully open. It swayed with the movement and afforded me tantalising glimpses of her pale skin contrasting with the black of the lingerie.

The lovers took those few steps towards me with Cara being position directly in front of me. Leon released her hand and instead of it falling to her side Cara instantly brought it to her own breast. As she caressed herself running her hand around the fullness of the cup she stared directly into my eyes. There was love and lust and a desire to please me as the best hot wife, slut wife or cuckoldress she could be. There was confidence in the stare, a woman who was loving her new found freedom to play but also the new found freedom to submit.

From behind Cara I heard simply, "Strip", and as if on cue once again, the sultry lady on the music track responded on Cara's behalf...."Your wish is my command"[/i].

Cara ceased her teasing of her breast and reached to her shoulders and teased the black silky robe from her shoulders. It fell to the floor revealing the full sexily ensemble beneath. The shirt collar styling mixed with the look of a harness. The detailing of the gold collar tips and buttons and the hint of her nipples peaking through the material. The sight brought almost extra pain and stress to my dick. For a split second I pondered whether too much stimulation to a dick could cause permanent damage? I wanted to be able to pleasure myself but also wanted the ache to go away, to lose that erection and simply feel the desire.

Cara swayed with the moans from the speakers. Shifting from one foot to another, the movement of her knees moving her hips forward and back. The perfect picture of her body was then invaded as Leon's hands appeared to almost slither around her waist. Stood behind her now, the backward thrust of Cara's hips indicated her desire to feel his cock rubbing against her ass.

His face appeared over her shoulder and his hands roamed over her body. Upwards and over her breast before travelling south and rubbing her panty covered pussy. Cara's head went back and her mouth opened. Leon craned his neck and whispered to her once again. It was as if Leon had choreographed the whole event. The moans from the speakers talking on behalf of my own wife. .

Whispered commands given, the track changed once again. The bass line was familiar but was not something I could place. My mind was taken from trying to work it out by the sight of Leon's hands disappearing from view as he sought to remove Cara's lingerie. Her hips swayed with the music and she smiled lazily with her eyes closed allowing Leon to remove the collar and her bra. Unclipping the harness that linked with her garter belt and panties it joined the robe on the floor at her feet.

Leon's face appeared once again over her shoulder, leering, smiling, gloating. Savouring his control and my hum iliation. The submissive cuckold wanking as the lover strips the wife in their own bedroom. One hand appeared again and cupped her breast as Leon tilted his head and whispered into her ear. Cara murmured a response, her eyes opened and she took a step forward and bent at the waist. Her hands reached down and came to rest on the arms of my chair. He feet, barely visible, set themselves at the same width as her hands. Cara's face so close to mine, the scent of her Jo Malone perfume strong yet mixed with the unmistakable scent of mutual excitement. Her eyes fixed on me.

"Sometimes I feel I've got to run away, I've got to get away........"[i]

A flinch coincided with a clear smack. Cara appeared to tense her body and her hands gripped the arms of the chair more f0rcefully. Her eyes wider as the slap to her ass registered in her mind followed by a mischievous smile as she leaned slightly forward. My hand ceased its up and down movement as our lips met.

It was the first time since Leon had arrived that I had felt the softness of her lips. An expression of our love and yet I was instantly reminded of the situation as the taste of Leon's cock, so recently in her mouth, registered with me. Another slap from Leon mashed our lips and mouths together with more pressure. I opened my eyes and was met instantly with Cara's wide eyed stare. There was love and lust in that look, but I wondered whether it was more for me or more for Leon?

The idea that she was being seduced by Leon, that the balance of her love was swaying slowly towards him, cut me but also caused my fist to once again rise and fall slowly. The grip on it tightened in the hope that the soreness would be eased somehow.

Cara broke our kiss and remained inches from my face. She smiled and pouted, sensing my excitement and unease. She looked down at my wanking and tutted;

"Poor poor baby, that looks so sore and tender and yet you just can't help yourself can you?"

SLAP......and Cara's face almost bumped my own as she recoiled from the hand of her Bull

"Mmmmmmm, Can you taste him robbie? Can you taste how wonderful Leon's cock is?"

SLAP.....Once again the slight wince with the ***** of the blow before the little pout returned to her face.

"Was it me sucking his wonderful man sized cock that got you all excited babe, or was it actually tasting him?".

Cara tilted her head to one side almost as if she was waiting for a response, one that I didn't feel able to respond to as my cheeks warmed and reddened. I imagined to almost the colour that her ass cheeks would be going.

SLAP......once again her eyes closed for a second before Leon broke the spell.

"Tell him my little slut, tell him what is about to happen, tell him what you want"

SLAP.......

Cara's face took on a more serious look as she closed the distance between us and once again kissed me deeply. My mouth opened in response and I pushed my own face forward to meet her. I felt her tongue snake inwards and find my own but after only a second or two, she pulled away and laughed.

"You are an eager little cuck boy, eager to taste my lovers cock from my mouth".

She dipped slightly and then extended her tongue and in one long motion licked from my chin to my eye. It felt dirty and dominant and was followed by a little chuckle. She was flipping between coquettish and outright sluttish. She once again looked down and grinned at my little erection almost completely enveloped in my hand. Her written reminder of my status still standing black and proud above my moving fist.

Progression Chapter 57
The Night After the Week Before .........When It Became All Too Real
PART 3

Her eyes opened that little bit wider as she felt his hands grip her waist and a huge smile appeared on her face.
Instinctively my hand gripped my dick harder resulting in a wince that once again again made Cara chuckle.

"Yes cucky our dreams are about to become true, Leon is about to take your wife in your own home".

Cara smiled and pushed slightly backwards with her arms f0rcing her body back to try and meet her lover.

SLAP.....

"Slut, don't be so eager, you will get my cock when I am good and ready", Leon admonished Cara for wanting what he was not yet ready to give. She just grinned and did that little biting the corner of her lip thing.

"Once I ran to you, now I run from you,
This tainted love you've given..."[/i]

The smile remained on Cara's face as she wiggled her body and backside, seemingly trying to tease Leon.

SLAP....

"Keep still slut or you won't get what you want, and of course we wouldn't want to deny little Ohu his opportunity to see you in action after all his long distance voyeurism" , Leon reminded me that they had so much play in private over the last few days.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Oh robbie, his fingers feel so good". Cara's eyes rolled upwards.

"Yes Ohu, your slut wife is soaking wet, wet for a real mans cock". Leon delighted in bringing his hand into view that revealed a tell tale slickness that had just come from Cara's pussy. The hand fell at speed to her ass and make a distinctly different SLAP, one helped by the added wetness on his hand.

"MMmmmm robbie, he is just pulling my panties aside, are you as excited as me? I bet you are".

"Don't touch me please I cannot stand the way you tease.........
................
Tainted Love, Tainted Love"[i]

My eyes closed as I tried to picture her ass framed by the suspender straps. Her panties moved aside to allow Leon his access. A view I had been denied since I was in Amsterdam almost a week ago. Every video I had seen, every photo, every dressing and undressing moment since Cara had been home, all had hidden that amazing butt from me. As if reading my thoughts Leon administered another slap and spoke to taunt me.

"If you could see what I can see little Ohu, your sweet wife marked by me and about to be your very own live sex show".

Cara let out a little sigh..."Oh Robbie, I can feel his cock rubbing up and down my pussy".

Slap.......

"It's not your pussy slut"....

Slap.........

"Sorry Sir, He is rubbing his cock up and down HIS pussy".

As Cara uttered those words she had a dreamy look in her eyes that changed to one of shock and pleasure as her body tensed. I felt the chair move ever so slightly due to the transfer of power from Leon's hips through Cara's waist and shoulders to the arm of the chair. Her head went upwards as did her eyes in her head as Leon buried his cock swiftly in a single motion deep into HIS pussy.

As swiftly as HIS pussy had been invaded he took perverse pleasure in ever so slowly withdrawing it. The motion caused Cara to gasp and I marvelled at how he still commanded such a response from her even after their almost constant fucking for the last week. The ache of my dick simply got deeper and seemed to travel into my groin. I felt so horny and could feel myself drifting deeper into sub cuck space, wanting to cum, wanting to hear the guttural roar from Leon as he emptied his balls into my wife, yet feared at how long and how much effort I would have to put in to actually make myself cum.

After the slow withdrawal there was once again a swift entry and invasion of her pussy. It was accompanied by a loud moan from Cara. The thrust once again propelled her forward, her face inches from my own. A dreamy look on her face. The intensity of feeling herself filled by his cock and the memory of what it had done to her over the last week.

"So good.....ahhhhhhhh.....so good robbie"...........and as he withdrew again her eyes opened wide and she looked right through me. "Oh God robbie, he fills me up so much". Every thrust brought about a small whimper, the intakes of breath and the exhaling seemed to take on more urgency.

"That's it slut tell the Ohu how much you have grown to love a real man's cock"...Slap ...

Once again Leon drove his cock into her pussy and caused Cara's head to come to rest on my chest. The scent of her shampoo, the mixture of the Myrrh & Tonka filled my nose as her beautiful tresses covered my mouth. I inhaled deeply myself taking all opportunities to be part of the event, to try and be part of my own wife. I could feel a heat coming from her forehead as it sat on my chest and felt that extra pressure with every thrust and filling of her pussy.

The moans of the track filled the room and mingled with those of Cara,

"Love me,
Touch me,
Tease me
Squeeze me,
Feel me
Taste me,
Hurt me
Whip me
Love me.............."[/i]

With every word that came from the speakers Cara appeared to lose herself more to Leon. I felt every time he filled her , every time his hand hit her ass. I could see as her hands gripped the arms of the chair that little bit harder. A guide to her pleasure and what her lover was doing to her.

As the track finished Cara lifted her head from my chest and tossed her head, her hair brushed across my face and revealed her face. It was glowing, almost shining with a thin veil of perspiration, a reaction to the workout she was getting.

"Oh cucky, his cock is so good, he fucks me so good, he fills me so much".

Cara looked over her shoulder to look at Leon, his hands gripping her waist. the darkness of them against the soft whiteness of her flesh, "Fuck YOUR pussy lover, show robbie what he can never do".

Cara's instruction was met with an immediate response as her head turned back to me and her body was f0rced forward extra vigour in Leon's thrusting. Her hand came up from the arm of the chair and gripped my chin. It wasn't as loving, it was more urgent and commanding. She held it and looked directly into my eyes.

"You love this don't you cucky, you love having a real man own your wife's pussy. Look at yourself stroking your little dick, something you just cannot stop doing, stroking as I have to have a real man fill me and make me cum"

In and out Cara still holding my chin and looking deep into my eyes. Leon became that metronome once again, getting into a rhythm all with the goal of making Cara want and love his cock even more. I continued to rub my dick desperate to cum, to get rid of the ache but knowing that with every stroke I was hurting myself more.

A new cyclical beat started over the speakers,

You freeki mutha fucker, .... is that what you say
You freeki mutha fucker ....that's what you are to me[i]

"MMMMMMM, I'm Leon's freak now cucky", and she let go of my chin and sort of pushed my face away with her hand. before it came to rest again on the arm of the chair.

"His cock is so much bigger and better than yours"

Each stroke of Leon's cock brought a fresh insult

"He fills me so much more"
"He goes deeper than you ever have"
"He fucks me like a woman needs to be fucked"

Cara, who would never had said such things to me, would never had had the confidence, never had had the desire to hurt me and shame me, here she was being the epitome of a cuckoldress. If it was possible the ache in my dick increased as she played to my deep humi liation fantasies. Ones that up to this point, had only come via Ophelia.

I closed my eyes, I couldn't help myself and my mouth dropped open. Revealing how much her words hit home and showed me as a husband who got off more from watching my wife being used than doing it myself....and loving the humi liation.

"Ahhhhh lil dicked cucky gets harder the more his once sweet........

Slap....

....wife tells him how much she loves another man and what he does to her"

With each minute that passed, each stroke Cara saw my submi ssion and grew into her role as Leon's slut and my domme. The words that came out of her mouth carried more confidence and almost more spite. She could see the more she abus ed me, the more I gripped my dick and wallowed in the abu se.

There was a smile, but it had a more evil edge to it.

"You want me to be Master Leon's freek don't you?"
"You want me to be Master Leon's slut?"
"You want Master Leon to fuck me?
"You want Master Leon to cum in me?

"Don't you?"

She was looking at me, she was almost spitting the words at me now. The perspiration making her skin shine, with every thrust by our Bull, her wonderful breasts swinging forward above my pistoning hand.

"Don't you? ......Answer me cucky"

She raised her hand and held my chin so our eyes locked.

"You want Master Leon to be our Bull?

"You want Master Leon to own your wife?"

The music cycled in the background "You Freeki Mutha Fucker, that's what you are to me" [/i]

"Don't you cucky? Don't you?" Cara demanded an response and then the statement

"Leon owns my pussy"

As the words sank into my soul and my hand continued to work up and down I felt the ache in my groin spread through my stomach. A tightness in my balls and I my legs started shaking. Cara, stared deep into my eyes, my soul and saw that I was lost to my desires. I felt my ass clench and a hotness go through my dick as I started to cum, or was it more...tried to cum!

Cara recognised the look in my eyes, a look of pleasure and shame, of excitement and fear at being shown to be so submissive. She broke our stare and looked downwards to see my dick spasming. The word "CUCKOLD" proud and black next to my reddened dick that twitched once, twice, three times as a small bead of cum slowly seeped from the angry looking head that peeped through the foreskin. the almost dry orgasm giving me no please.

As she watched and the smile came over her face her breasts continued to go back and forth. Her hair swayed and was flicked back every few minutes to allow Cara to witness my cuckold angst grow post orgasm.

"Ahhhh poor cucky has cum, seems to want a real man to fuck his wife rather than do it himself"

The statement from Cara was cruel and all part of the role play but at that moment to my shame. Inwardly I agreed. I felt the same light headed contentment I had felt whilst bound to Ophelia's table. The sights, the sounds and smells, the words....Leon owns my pussy....all I could do was close my eyes and answer, almost emploring, unable to stop myself from showing the lovers my acceptance and surrender,

" Oh God ...Yes Cara"

Slap.....

Cara groaned as a particularly f0rceful stroke buried Leon's cock further inside her. As if he wanted to disrupt even the moment of cuckold closeness that we had. He wanted to reassert his position and remind us both who was in control here. Her eyes closed as she felt able to let herself go, to give herself more to Leon.

"See slut....see what your little cucky likes"

The sound of his thighs slapping against Cara's backside, his balls swinging forward and slapping her clit each stroke staking his claim within our marriage and to his spot in our bedroom.

"See how much he loves seeing me own you"

"He wants it so much he cannot control himself"

"Look at him slut"

With that he reached one hand up from its position on her waist and took a handful of her hair. I watched as he made a circle with his hand which tightened his grip and ****** Cara's head upwards.

"Look at the man you married, your little dicked cuckold"

"Just cum despite so much wanking and still hard at the idea of you having a bull control your sex lives"

Cara moaned again and tried to get her breath. Although it was Leon who appeared to be doing all the work, the pummelling was causing her breathing to become more ragged. The sheen on her face and her shoulders was being joined by a flush to her cheeks and her upper chest.

Each thrust met with a moan, almost a grunt. Cara did as she was told and looked at me but her eyes were more glazed. She was lost to the fucking. She must have been on the edge of cumming for a while, the slow steady fucking had built her up and up. The words and encouragement from her stud to humiliate me had added to her passion. It was as if my weakness, the sight of my pleasure coming through my shaming, had set her free.

Cara let out a loud groan, her eyes rolled back in her head. She gripped the arms of the chair tightly, her finger nails, those talons, digging deep into the arms. She stopped breathing, her mouth wide open. No sound for a few seconds, then...."Oh God, Oh God, Ohhhhhhhh God"

Her legs buckled slightly and she lost her balance. As she fell slightly forward I let go of my dick. Like the nipple clamps that Ophelia had used on me many a time, the release of pressure afforded only more pain rather than relief. I caught my wife's upper arms as she fell forward, her head once again falling into my chest.

Despite the loss of balance, Leon maintained his firm grip of her waist and continued his claiming of her pussy.

[b]"Oh slut, don't think you are gettin' off easy"

Leon moved with Cara, taking a step forward bringing him closer to the chair and bringing his feet almost to the base of the chair. The proximity allowed him to maintain contact with her and bring even more power to bare with each thrust. Although the power increased he slowed his pace, maybe out of kindness to Cara but also to allow him to take a moment to bask in his success.

"The first of many Ohu, she gave herself to me in Amsterdam and now you will see her give herself to me in your own home"

Cara's regained some of her composure, whilst still moaning and grunting with every thrust. I could feel every hot breath on my chest as it was pushed out of her body. She brought her hands up my chest and placed them on my shoulders, her forearms against my chest. Once again her head buried in my chest the smell of shampoo, perfume, sweat and now very evident, the smell of fucking.

"Soon you will see exactly how a real man can make a wife forget about her little dicked hubby".

The slapping of thigh on ass continued as the freeki muthafucka came to a close.

"But first I think we need to strip my slut so you can really understand how lucky you are to have me as your Bull, then we can take this to the marital bed"

Leon had a look of complete satisfaction on his face. Like Cara he had a sheen of sweat over his whole body from his exertions as he moved his hands from her waist to her shoulders. His hips still moved slowly back and forth but only only gently now. Allowing him to stay buried within her pussy as he brought her to a standing position.

I was immediately taken by his power and control. His superiority as I knew that I would never have been able to stay inside Cara in that position. Cara required his help to stay upright. Her arm rising to reach back and hold onto his neck. Her other hand reaching for her hair. Clearing it from her face and trying to bring herself back into the present. Leon held her close. He flexed his buttocks and calves. He tilted his hips to allow that small movement which once again sent shivers through Cara's pussy.....his pussy.

Leon, kissed her neck and held her tight, that reassuring "couples moment" post orgasm. the sort of moment that husband and wife are meant to share in their home. He asked her if she was OK to which she murmured a soft reply.

"Jack Knight and Dakoda House
All we wanna do is make you bounce
Monifah, would you turn me out?
Show me what your thing is all about...."[i]

A new beat started as Leon released his reassuring, claiming hold on Cara. He took a slight step back and a slight stoop which caused his cock to leave its recent home. Cara let out a sigh and gave another little wobble.

His hands disappeared behind her as he started to remove the last of her lingerie. Cara raised one foot and the next, casually kicking off her heels. The suspender belt sagged as the clasp was unhooked. Cara stood before me in her stockinged feet, her breasts rising and falling steadily, the flush still evident on her chest.

Leon rubbed his hands up and down her upper arms and then instructed her to remove her panties
She reached for the waistband and hooked her thumbs inside. She fixed her eyes on me as she slowly lowered They had already been puled aside and I could see her bald mound, but I could also see the lips of her pussy. The moistness from her fucking evident, as was their distance apart, split by Leon's monster cock. Aftershocks from her orgasm still flickered through her body and she needed a steadying hand from her lover to allow her to bend slightly and allow the panties to drop to the floor.

The suspender belt dropped and hung there, still connected to her stockings. Leon caressed her arms and called me from my cuckolds perch.

Progression Chapter 57
The Night After the Week Before .........When It Became All Too Real
PART 4

"Ohu, my slut needs to be naked, get over here".

As I shifted in my seat, my still erect dick continued to ache. So many times I had wanted to be hard and horny and yet now I almost prayed that I would soften. The ache, the soreness, the angry redness all made me want this to end, yet my full 4 and a bit inches suggested I longed for more shame.

The silky polka dot panties remained pulled down which pushed my sore and very empty balls upwards and outwards. As I dropped to my knees and scooted what would have been two paces forward, my dick remained proud. Almost proud of the writing that marked my own bald public mound.

As per our Bulls instruction, I reached out and touched my wife.

"Careful Ohu, don't be taking any liberties with my slut now, stockings only, no lingering touches."

I could only nod my head, as I meekly attempted to remove my own wife's stockings without touching her flesh. What had I become????

I could smell Cara's pussy, and almost feel the heat coming from her loins. I focused on my task but could not help but marvel at her pussy. The lips parted as I had never seen before.

"Well done my little Ohu, but take your eyes of MY pussy and don't be getting any ideas
that you will be getting in there any time soon".

Cara raised her right leg slightly and then she was naked. The expensive lingerie bought only hours ago now lay strewn across our bedroom floor. It had done its job and ignited Leon's passion. Assisted by the setting, my ********** to him, the music and Cara's amazing body

Leon ordered me to fetch my phone from Cara's dressing table and resume my kneeling position. at the foot of our bed. He told me he wanted me to capture a moment on camera. It shuffled across on my knees and by the time I resumed my position the lovers stood at the foot of our bed.

"Now Ohu, although I am sure that you will never forget a single moment of tonight but a little picture of the moment I take your wife, MY slut to your marital bed is a must. You will appreciate the symbolism and understand that I do not mess about when I accept a new couple and how I like to mark the start of the relationship"

The room was warm, the scent intoxicating as I raised the phone to my eye line. The screen caught our headboard and the covers and came to rest on my amazing sexy wife and her amazing dominant Bull....our Bull...and I prepared to take the picture, to capture the moment Leon took my wife to our bed.

The music played.....

"Do you really wanna touch it
Do you really wanna fuck with me tonight
Oh, and if you know how I like it
Would you..."[i][/i]

The camera showed Leon take Cara's hand and turn her to face our bed, He stood behind her, his cock hard and instructed her to bend and show the Ohu the ass that I had been denied sight of for the last week.

"Now Ohu, take it", came the order.

Symbolic proof

Superb story telling, well worth the wait. The crowning moment has to be that photo of her ass bearing his ownership tat.

Wonderful set of chapters...thank you so much for continuing your erotic masterpiece !!

Long term chastity! Is a must !!
Droopy and Miss

Leon said I should post another pic of Cara's ass

Leon was proud of his work

Whew. I am exhausted from reading that! Sitting here in post orgasmic bliss. Thank you!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

donna, that's what I enjoy hearing from you! xx

Please thank Leon from me, it's an absolute pleasure to see Cara's ass, a work of art! I would enjoy using her to the max.

Anymore please??
Droopy and Miss

Cheers Shanks for the interest and apologies for the delay.
There should be another couple of chapters of this one coming. I have been a little busy and actually got into sketching out 2 other ideas for stories. Hopefully these may develop...but I must finish this up with Rob/Cara & Leon

Can't wait. If it's even half as good as what we've enjoyed so far, then it's going to be fantastic! Bring it on!

Still desperate for a little more of the best story I've read on here please

Anymore?
Droopy and Miss

Apologies folks....Yes there should be more I have just been very lazy...started and got 4-5 paras done then lost the mojo. Will endeavour to get it sorted and let you know of the "progression"

Anything this good is worth waiting for, with baited breath!

With fingers poised over my clit, I await.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Great news that you're back writing again, I can't wait for more