Tommy Got Grounded

"If you're going to act like a spoiled brat then you will be treated like one. Go upstairs to the spare bedroom and strip naked and you better be waiting for me on your knees when I get up there," my wife said in a no-nonsense, threatening tone. Before I even had a chance to complain, she slapped me in the face and said, "I do not want to hear another word come out of your mouth unless I ask you a direct question and want an answer. Do you understand me?" I nodded my head sheepishly as the sting of the slap and the heat from her handprint started to rise in my cheek.

My head was reeling and my senses were going into overload but I turned quickly and shuffled up the stairs to the spare bedroom at the top of the steps. A handprinted sign in my wife's handwriting was on the door that said, "Tommy's Room". She had put the sign on the door two days ago in anticipation of the arrival of our house guest, her boyfriend Sam, who was moving in with us for a month while his house was under renovation.

They had been dating for almost six months and their relationship was becoming much more intense and intimate so there was never a doubt in her mind that he would be staying with us during the planned renovation. Obviously, that meant I would be moving out of the master bedroom and for all intents and purposes they would be living as husband and wife during his stay at our house.

Although my wife was very dominant with me and the head of the household in our relationship, she was like a little schoolgirl in Sam's presence and he carried an air of confidence and authority everywhere he went. He worked the halls of power in Washington DC and despite not talking about what he did for a living, it was evident he was used to telling people what to do and he expected them to do it.

It was no different at our house. People gave orders and they expected me to follow them.

I am a very successful businessman in my own right but once I get home behind closed doors the management demeanor is gone and my role as my wife's submissive little panty-boy takes over. It's been this way ever since she discovered my cuckold desires many years ago and jumped at the opportunity to take control of the marriage and her own sex life once and for all. Initially, she explored her newfound joy of female domination and would dominate me in the bedroom by spanking me and enjoying my head between her thighs while teasing me mercilessly about my small cock before finally letting me thrust a couple of times into her sopping wet pussy where I would explode my tiny load quickly. However, once she started taking on lovers, she quickly came to the conclusion that there would be no more bad sex for her if she could help it and informed me that my "little wee-wee" was no longer welcome inside of her except for an occasional birthday or anniversary treat if she was feeling charitable. Unfortunately, when it comes to my sexual frustration, she doesn't feel very charitable.

As a matter of fact, she finds my sexual frustration amusing and very useful for her constantly evolving dominant role in our relationship. I will do just about anything for the chance to nuzzle and suck on her breasts and there is nothing in the world I enjoy more than bringing her to orgasm with my tongue buried in her love nest. She usually loves to exploit her sexual control over me and to emphasize the fact that she could get all the pleasure she wanted while denying me anything more than the opportunity to pleasure her.

And that is how I find myself in the situation I'm in today.

When Sam arrived two days ago, I had already moved my things into the spare bedroom and resigned myself to slee ping alone in the queen-sized bed while the two of them shared the king-sized bed in the master bedroom. For two nights, I listened to them make passionate love in that bedroom down the hall and watched them snuggle on the couch together watching TV while I sat in the recliner across the room like a roommate or house pet. Occasionally, one of them would ask me to get them a dri nk or a snack and I'd run off like an adoring little puppy that was eager to please them both. Everyone seemed pretty happy and I thought this wasn't going to be too bad of a month after all.

I had to admit that I was originally nervous but terribly excited about the prospect of having my wife's lover move in with us - even if it was only temporary – and I knew this would likely take their relationship to a whole new level. I was living the ultimate cuckold's dream that I could only fantasize about all those many years ago and couldn't believe that this was actually happening. Once my wife decided she was tired of just having lovers and wanted to actually have a boyfriend, I knew there was the danger of our own relationship being harmed as she focused on another but after our many years together I knew our love was strong and nothing made me happier than to see her eyes sparkle with happiness and lust.

So, after two days of waiting on them and seeing them and listening to them, I woke up on the third morning feeling quite randy and with a raging, albeit small, erection. I couldn't help myself as I lay alone in the queen-sized bed and quickly jerked myself off while pinching my nipples and thinking about the two of them moaning the night before.

However, after I was done and showered, I still had a burning desire to see my wife naked and to smell the perfume of her womanly scent and to bury my tongue in her sweet nectar. I was especially pleased to see her alone in the kitchen and to hear that Sam had left for work and would be back for dinner later tonight.

After I got a cup of coffee, I said, "Well, it sounded like you had a wonderful night last night."

She glanced up from reading her tablet and then returned her eyes to whatever she was reading with a simple, but satisfying, "Mmmm hmmm!" To my disappointment, it appeared she didn't really want to talk about it but I persisted.

"So, do you think I'll get a chance to maybe come in and do cleanup duty or something like that while he's here?" I asked shyly. This time she didn't even look up and just shrugged noncommittally.

I sipped my coffee quietly for a few minutes and then asked, "Do you want to go upstairs so I can lick you to orgasm?"

This time she did look up briefly from her tablet and said, "Why don't you go walk the dog and then when you get back I've got a few errands I need you to run for me."

I sighed and got up from the table and loaded the dishwasher with Sam and my wife's breakfast dishes and sulked as I went to get the leash and the dog. Later in the day, I let her know once again that the offer I made in the morning was still available if she was interested and she just rolled her eyes and shook her head in a "No thanks" manner.

However, when I came up behind her as she was cooking dinner and wrapped my arms around her, nuzzling next to her ear, I whispered, "That offer is still good if you want a great orgasm before Sam gets home," she spun around and with her nose only inches from my own she said in a very clear and stern tone, "Tom, quit asking me to go upstairs to satisfy your sexual needs. I'm getting all the orgasms I need from Sam right now and you better just get used to that for the next month."

I backed away, hurt and anger on my face, and said, "I didn't ask you for a fuck. I just wanted to give you an orgasm with my tongue. I don't see how that is satisfying "my" sexual needs. I doubt Sam is as eager or as good at giving you oral sex as me anyway. Fine with me if you don't want it." As I was saying all of this, I knew I'd crossed the line and like the slow motion of a car wreck I could see her face change from cool and authoritative to fiery and angry and then after taking a couple of deep breaths back to cool and authoritative again.

So, here I am now on my knees, naked in the spare bedroom and waiting for my wife to come up the stairs.

Excellent start - more please!

Bravo... Pls. more

Awesome!
Droopy and Miss

Cuck who loves a creampie.

Great story and very well written. REALLY looking forward to next chapter - please

I have enjoyed your story so far. I hope you write some more.
~*jamie*~

CHAPTER 2
She walked through the bedroom door and stopped in front of me as I kneeled at the foot of the bed with my head bowed and facing the door. My red cheek was still burning and I felt vulnerable as I knelt there naked at her feet. She just stood there with her hands on her hips, those hips that were so tauntingly close to my nose as I sensed the heat and passion of a woman that was in the midst of experiencing both the thrill of domination and the complete euphoria of falling in love at the same time. Her love for me was undeniable but it was equally true that she was also falling in love with her new lover and that in their relationship he was the dominant –sexually and otherwise. It was unusual for me to be present when they were intimate since Sam did not like me to be present when they had sex. However, he had no problem with pulling her to him and kissing her at his whim or occasionally to have her give him oral sex while he sat on the couch before wishing me good night as they left to continue their foreplay and antics in the bedroom. He just naturally asserted himself as the head of the household whenever he was in our house and both my wife and I accepted that he was in charge.

After what seemed like a full minute of standing with her hands on her hips right in front of me, she said, "Sam will be home in a few minutes and wants you to be waiting with your nose in the corner of the bedroom. Now get up and go stand in the corner." I looked up and she was pointing over my head at the corner of the bedroom behind me.

I got up and walked naked to the corner and stood there embarrassed with my hands at my side and my nose pointing directly into the corner of the little bedroom. I could hear my wife leave the room after she could see that I was doing what I had been told and it was only a few minutes later when I heard the front door of our house open and close. I could imagine the two of them embracing and kissing at the bottom of the steps like the happy housewife and her man come home from work. I almost could imagine that I heard them talking in soft tones before I heard the ominous sound of footsteps coming up the stairwell to my new bedroom at the top of the steps.

I sensed that he was in the doorway before I actually heard him. "We knew this day was going to come and need to be dealt with but I must admit that I'm surprised it only took two days." He stepped into the room and told me to turn around.

He was still wearing his business clothes except he had already taken off his suit jacket downstairs and was now removing his tie. "Tommy," I noticed he didn't call me Tom as he usually did and instead used the diminutive form of my name that my wife used when dominating me, "we need to make sure there aren't going to be any misunderstandings of how things are going to be this month and that you show your wife proper respect." He was unbuckling his belt. "Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

He was pulling the belt through the beltloops of his pants and looked at me with a matter-of-fact, no-nonsense look on his face. I just nodded my head and mumbled, "I guess so."

As he pulled the belt free from the last beltloop and doubled it over in his hand, he answered with conviction, "Well hopefully after this whipping you won't have to guess anymore and everything will be completely clear to you." He stepped a bit closer to me and looked down at me with a stern, determined glint in his eyes and added, "Now, you are going to bend over the end of that bed with your ass raised in the air and you're going to stay bent over until I tell you to get up. Once I'm done, you will thank me for the spanking in the same way your wife does after I spank her by sucking my cock until I come down your throat. Do you understand?"

I was shocked, confused and felt my knees weaken as my fight or flight emotions started to rage inside of me. I could see the outline of my wife leaning against the doorframe at the entrance of the bedroom watching the scene unfold in front of her. I thought of what he had just said about my wife getting spanked and then being required to suck him as "Thanks" for the spanking. I had seen her ass a bright red one night as she was changing out of her clothes and into a nightgown after coming home from a date with him. When I asked what happened, she just smiled demurely and said, "Sam thought I deserved a spanking tonight so he spanked me before dropping me off." She failed to mention what she apparently did after that spanking. As a matter of fact, she simply kissed me goodnight without any more explanation and patted my growing erection with a "poor Tommy boy" to indicate that I would be going to sle ep frustrated once again that night.

Well, it wasn't frustration that I was feeling at this particular moment and Sam pointed to the bed to indicate that I needed to bend over it now. I did as he directed and bent over the end of the bed with my torso laying flat on the bed and my legs bent slightly with my knees dangling above the floor. He put his big hand on the middle of my back and said, "Put your arms straight out to grab the sides of the bed and spread your legs so you can use your feet to push your butt up higher in the air."

I did as he told and was rewarded with 3 swift and solid cracks of the belt across my ass. I started to instinctively pull my arms under me to push up from the bed in pain but he quickly put his hand between my shoulders and said, "Don't you dare get up or this will be much worse boy." I took a quick intake of breath and returned my hands to the side of the bed as he waited for me to resume the original position.

He gave me 3 more lashes with the belt that were just as hard as the first 3 and then waited for me to process the pain in my brain. "You need to understand the pecking order and how things are going to run around here when I'm in the house. There won't be any backtalk or bad attitudes. We'll all act like adults and treat each other with respect and we'll get along wonderfully. However, if you choose to act like a chi ld then you will most certainly be treated like one." He then applied 3 more strokes with the belt that hit the very bottom of both cheeks where they meet the back of the thighs and my knees buckled just a bit but with my legs spread I couldn't bend them too far.

"Get your ass back up in the air boy," he demanded. I turned my head enough to see out of the corner of my eye that my wife was still in the doorway watching everything. I did as he demanded and repositioned myself as I wondered how many more of these strokes he intended to give me. "The one thing that I will absolutely not tolerate is your disrespecting your wife," and he gave 3 more rapid swats of the belt across my ass. I was wiggling now as I tried my best not to get up so that I could hold and soothe my stinging cheeks with both hands. "You will be grounded the rest of this week for your smart mouth and disrespect. You will wear panties and something frilly while in the house this week and after you cleanup the dinner dishes you will give your wife a kiss goodnight and come straight to bed. No whining or complaining will be tolerated. Do I make myself clear?" He then gave 3 more very firm strokes with the belt.

After I gave a feeble, "Yessir," response he indicated that I should get up. I couldn't help but rub my poor, aching buttcheeks as I rose form the bed and as I turned toward him with my eyes downcast I could see he was standing with his hands on his hips ... waiting. I knew what was expected so I dropped to my knees and slowly reached forward to unzip his pants. I could see by the outline of the bulge in his pants that he was already becoming erect so I knew that he was enjoying this immensely. I pulled the front of his boxers down to reveal his cock and was surprised that it was already much larger and heavier than mine and it was still only beginning to become firm. I dared not look behind him where my wife was standing or my humi liation would become complete.

"Come on, you know what to do," he insisted as he put his large hand behind my head and pulled my face gently but firmly toward his crotch. I pulled his boxers a bit lower so that the rest of his cock and balls were fully exposed and grabbed his cock with one of my hands and raised the head to my lips. As I slowly eased more of his girth into my mouth he encouraged me with, "That's it. You're doing great, boy." As I tried to do my best to do the things I thought I'd enjoy if it was me getting a blowjob, he would give me directions to rub his balls or to grab his ass with both hands and pull his hips to my face so his cock would plunge deeper into my mouth. After a while, I started to forget the dread of the humil iation and just wanted to do whatever I could to make him cum and to make him satisfied with my performance. I knew I was doing the right things when he suddenly held my head firmly with both hands and made short thrusts into my mouth but wouldn't allow me to back all the way off his cock and started to spurt jets of warm, salty cum onto the back of my throat. I thought I might ch oke but he wouldn't release the grip on my head as he finished spasming into my completely full and overflowing mouth.

After he was done, he withdrew his still semi-hard erection from my mouth and wiped it on each cheek as he said, "Now, you can apologize to your wife for the way you spoke to her earlier." My mouth was still half full of his salty ejaculate and some of it was dripping down my face and chin as I tried to wipe it away as my humi liation suddenly returned in full for ce. I just wanted to curl up under the blankets and hide my head and process what had just happened but instead I looked up from my place on my knees in front of him and he turned slightly so I could see past him where my wife was still leaning against the doorway with a strangely excited but amused look on her face. She raised her eyebrows to show that she was waiting for me to speak up and I couldn't help but feel like a chastised little boy who had just been thrashed by his fath er in front of his very pleased wife after putting up with the spoiled brat all day.

I had to swallow before I could speak. "I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you earlier," I mumbled softly.

She simply spun from the doorway and said, "Dinner is ready. Let's go eat." As the two of them started down the stairs, I got up and went to my drawer where my wife made sure I always had panties and other lingerie to be worn when being punished or simply at her desire. However, I did stop long enough to look in the dresser mirror and admire the fiery red welts on my backside and marvel at the fact that my life would never be the same now.

Boundaries had been pushed and my new role in the household had been sealed forever. If there was ever any doubt, I was no longer my wife's lover. No, I was now her little panty-boy and it was hard to see how she could ever see me as anything else.

Is chastity cage going to happen?
Droopy and Miss

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CHAPTER 3
Dinner that night was relatively uneventful as I sat there quietly picking at my dinner while the two of them discussed their day and carried on an easy conversation while generally ignoring me except to ask me to refill a dri nk and telling me to clear the table after they were finished with dinner. I did the dishes while my mind was reeling in a foggy daze as I kept replaying the events from earlier in the evening over and over in my head. It was hard to comprehend the stark contrast between the sexual humili ation and domination that had taken place upstairs with the very quiet, normal dinner that we had just finished in the dining room. Well, normal except for the fact that I was sitting at the table wearing a pair of satin panties and a silky camisole while the two of them were still in the same clothes they had been wearing all day. I could feel myself in a floaty bubble that was commonly called "subspace" and even though I was still trying to come to grips with being spanked and sodomized by our new head of the household, I was also feeling a strange sense of acceptance and excitement at the new arrangement. I knew from past experience when my wife would really turn up the domination and humili ation that I could slip into this headspace and remain there for hours or even days. With the speed that I had gotten there this time, I wondered if this was going to be my new state of mind. It was obvious that the humili ation and domination were going to be hard to ignore for at least the next week.

After all of the dishes were done and the kitchen was tidied up, I stopped at the couch where Sam's arm was draped leisurely around my wife's shoulders and she was laying contented with her head on Sam's chest. He no longer was wearing his business clothes and was instead wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that stretched a bit across his broad chest. My wife had also changed her clothes and was wearing a cute pair of pajama pants and a white t-shirt that you could clearly see her nipples poking through. They looked very comfortable and relaxed as each of them had a book they were reading while listening to soft jazz music. She leaned forward and reached up to me so that I could bend over and kiss her on the lips and wish her "Good night." I also nodded to Sam and told him "Good night" before shuffling pensively to the steps up to my bedroom where I would be grounded for the rest of the night. As I started up the stairs, my wife added, "And Tommy, I don't want you playing with that little thing this week." I looked at her like I was confused but she quickly added knowingly, "You know what I mean. You're grounded!" I frowned but nodded my head and responded dejectedly, "Okay."

It seemed to take forever to fall asl eep that night – especially since I was sent to my room hours before I usually went to bed – and I found myself constantly straining to hear anything that might be going on downstairs. Occasionally I'd hear a laugh or the playfulness of my wife's voice as she chatted with her lover. He spoke in soft, deep tones so I couldn't make out anything that he said but eventually I heard the sounds of my wife's gasps of pleasure and I tried desperately to hear anything else. Just as I got out of bed and crept over to the bedroom door to open it a crack and see if I could hear something more, I heard them on the steps coming upstairs. It was too late to close the door so I strolled nonchalantly into the hallway toward the bathroom and acted surprised to see them coming up the stairs. My wife's shirt was unbuttoned and the way her nipples poked like little erasers through the fabric it was clear she was excited. Her pants were also unzipped and she had one hand holding them up over her hips as she climbed the stairs. Sam carried his unbuttoned shirt in his hand and I could still see the wet marks around his nipples where my wife must have been sucking moments before. There also appeared to be a bulge forming in his trousers.

I don't think either of them bought that I just happened to be going to the bathroom but they didn't say anything other than my wife saying with a bit of annoyance, "It's past your bedtime and you need to hurry up and get back in that bed and go to sl eep." By the time I came back out of the bathroom, they were behind the closed door of the master bedroom and despite my burning desire to sneak over and listen at the door, the burning sensation that was still coming from the welts on my ass convinced me to do otherwise. I closed the door softly and laid on the bed while imagining what was happening in my old bed a few short steps down the hallway and eventually fell into a fitful sl eep with the frustration of my denial balanced by the satisfaction of my sub mission.

CHAPTER 4
The rest of the week continued in a similar vein as the first night of my being grounded. I found a good book to read since I was being fo rced to go to bed right after cleaning up the dinner dishes each night. There was nothing sexually exciting about being grounded – as a matter of fact it was pretty boring. I did get a thrill from the humili ation when putting on the lingerie that my wife would put out for me to wear each day. Especially when the two of them were wearing their regular clothes each evening and teasing me about how cute I looked in my little panties and bras. It was also exciting to see my wife cuddling with her lover and so obviously happy. They kissed openly around the house but, much to my chagrin, there was not much sexual groping or intimate contact when I was present.

Apparently, Sam was a gentleman that didn't need an audience when he made love to his woman. Apparently, that same courtesy didn't extend to him sodomizing me in front of my wife but we all knew that was not an intimate act between lovers and was instead a clear establishment of power and control. I also started to notice that my wife was getting into her own submissive mindset as Sam's ever-present dominant personality was always on display and his expectations of her were equally demanding.

One night they were going out for dinner and I was given a list of chores to be done before bed. I was told there would be no television or computer browsing allowed since I was still on restriction until the end of the week. As I was vacuuming the living room, I noticed Sam was tapping his foot and looking at his watch as he waited for my wife to finish dressing and primping. Once she came down the stairs, looking radiant and utterly ravishing in a beautiful evening dress with sparkly earrings and necklace, she smiled and twirled around in front of us and asked, "How do I look?"

Before I could answer, "Amazing," Sam stood up and said, "You look lovely my dear, but I told you that we needed to leave 5 minutes ago to be sure we arrived for our reservation on time."

She looked disappointed that he wasn't more excited by her grand entrance and responded with a fake frown and then a smile, "Oh, we should still get there in plenty of time and it takes a lot of work for a girl to make herself look this good for her man."

Sam wasn't swayed by what I considered to be a very moving argument and took her hands in his and looked at her with a stern look and said, "Then perhaps you should have started earlier. When I give you a time to be ready, I expect you to be ready." He stared for just a moment longer to ensure she understood him and I could see that her demeanor went from playful to "Uh oh" in a matter of seconds. Sam then broke the tension by walking her toward the door hand-in-hand and calling back to me, "Tommy, be a good boy tonight and don't give me a reason to be disappointed in you. We may be out late so don't stay up." He opened the door for his lady and they left a moment later in his luxury sedan.

With the two of them out of the house, I actually spent a nice quiet evening in my bedroom reading and listening to music before drifting off to sle ep that night. I did wake up briefly when I heard them come up the stairs but all I could hear was some muffled talk in the hallway and my wife answer in a very submissive and contrite voice, "Yessir."

Loving the story unfold, I love the spare bedroom concept, not able to see but only hear!
Droopy and Miss

CHAPTER 5
The following morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and after getting back from a nice, long run I found my wife sitting in the kitchen having a cup of coffee. I asked her how their date went and she smiled and said, "It was really nice." By the way she said it, I could tell that was all she really wanted to say so I grabbed a cup of coffee myself and went upstairs to shower, shave and change into the "house clothes" my wife laid out for me that day – a bright red, one-piece teddy bodysuit.

My wife likes me to shave the hair off my balls and all around my "little wee-wee", as she so endearingly refers to my penis, so about once a week I do a touch-up in those areas. I realized that my razor needed a new blade and all my spare blades were in the master bathroom so I went through the master bedroom to retrieve what I needed. I gazed at the large king-size bed that just a week ago was mine. I could smell my wife's perfume and the new smell of Sam's aftershave lingered in the air as well. I noticed that my wife's clothes weren't laying around the room as usual and her makeup table was also neatly arranged. It appeared things in this master bedroom were being kept much more tidy since I had been relocated to the spare bedroom. However, my big surprise came when I entered the master bathroom and saw the shiny stainless steel butt plug with a pretty pink jewel on the bottom sitting next to a tube of KY lubricant on the sink countertop!

I was shocked and wondered for just a moment if that was meant for me. It wouldn't be the first time my wife had pushed a butt plug up my bottom and the way things were going around here lately it would definitely be no big surprise if she did it again. But this didn't seem like something that was waiting for me. I had a sneaking suspicion that this pink-jeweled invader was going somewhere else this time and it had nothing to do with me. I quickly found my razors and hightailed it out of there before I was caught in the master suite seeing something I wasn't supposed to see.

After I went back downstairs, my wife was busy making a shopping list and I asked her what she had planned for the day and wondered if she might want to go out to lunch with me. She was distracted with her list and answered distantly, "That sounds nice honey but I've got to go grocery shopping and to run some errands for Sam." She glanced up to look at me and smiled, saying, "Maybe we can go tomorrow since you'll be off restriction. Besides, as adorable as you look in that teddy we'd spend the whole day with men hitting on you and I might get jealous." I looked away embarrassed and made a pouty face.

I was dying to ask her about what I'd seen upstairs but decided she might get mad about me being in the master bathroom so I just kept it to myself. After she finished her list, I noticed she took a deep breath and then went upstairs saying she needed to shower and change clothes. About an hour or so later, she came back downstairs in high heels, a short skirt and cute t-shirt that accentuated those beautiful breasts that I lusted for so much. She hesitated like she wanted to tell me something but seemed to change her mind and simply told me that she'd see me later and to make sure the house was spotless by the time she got back.

Her car was barely out of the driveway before I ran up the stairs to check the sink in the master bathroom and sure enough the butt plug was no longer there and the tube of lube had been put away in the medicine chest over the sink. I started to instantly get an erection at the possibility that my wife had just left the house to go out in public in a super sexy outfit to shop and run errands for her boyfriend while wearing a butt plug! Things were definitely getting interesting around this house.
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She returned several hours later and looked a bit flushed and distracted but not particularly unhappy or uncomfortable. She had a plastic bag covering several hangars of Sam's dry cleaning in her hands and told me to get the groceries out of the trunk of her car. Once I had retrieved all of the packages, she directed me to start the grill and to open a bottle of wine for the decanter. She told me that we were having steaks and lobster tails with one of Sam's favorite Italian red wines. She also had me set the table but told me to only set the table for two because I would be eating upstairs in my bedroom tonight. "Sam and I will be having this dinner alone and besides it's your last night of being grounded so you can spend some time thinking about how much you love this new arrangement."

I started to protest but knew it would only get me in trouble because she had clearly made up her mind. It was also evident that there was more going on tonight than she was letting on to me. So, I did what she asked and after coming back inside from lighting the grill she told me to finish tossing a salad before I put the steaks on the grill because she needed to go upstairs and change for dinner.

I thought she looked ravishing already so I couldn't imagine why she wanted to change clothes but when she came back downstairs in a silky, white negligee underneath a matching very short white satin robe it was very evident why I wasn't invited to this dinner!

"You need to hurry up and get those steaks on the grill, now. Sam will be home any minute and I want to put dinner on the table shortly after he walks through the door."

I noticed she was fidgety and acting a bit nervous so I asked her, "Is everything okay sweetheart? You are as antsy as a cat on a hot tin roof tonight. You look amazing and I know Sam is going to be really impressed with everything you're doing for him."

She paused for a moment to consider how she wanted to respond and then, with a shrug, turned around with her back to me to flip up her silky undergarments and bent over slightly to reveal her naked, but oh so beautiful, derriere. Like a beautiful pink diamond marking the entrance to a secret tunnel was the sparkly end of the butt plug that I'd seen on the sink that morning. She held the pose just long enough for the vision to be seared on my brain and then released the silky white fabric as I stood there with my mouth hanging wide open. She turned back around with a slightly embarrassed look on her face and said, "Sam made me wear this all day and I have a feeling this is only the beginning of what is to come tonight. He also told me that we needed some time alone when he gets home so you'll need to make yourself scarce."
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The smell of scented candles wafted a musky, sensual scent that spread throughout the house along with the sexy saxophone jazz that was playing softly in the background. I placed the white china platter with the two medium rare steaks between the two flickering white candles on the white tablecloth covering the dining room table. There were two place settings at the table and a decanter was filled with the excellent Brunello di Montalcino that was becoming more fragrant with each passing minute. The only thing left to put on the table was the asparagus with bearnaise sauce and the lobster tails that were just coming out of the steamer in the kitchen. Sam had taken off his jacket and tie as soon as he entered the house and came up behind my wife at the stove to wrap his strong arms gently around her and ran his hands over her silky figure. He placed a big hand on each of her breasts and squeezed her back against him as he nuzzled and kissed her neck. It was clear he approved of what she was wearing, her intoxicating fragrance and the superb dinner she was preparing.

He poured the creamy yellow sauce over the asparagus as she put the lobster on another white platter that matched the one resting the steaks. They chatted in soft, casual tones as Sam asked her how she enjoyed her day and chuckled as she related how embarrassing it was to run errands while being afraid "it" might fall out, especially since she did as he commanded and didn't wear any panties under her short skirt today. Then, she told him how an old man was sitting across from her at the coffee shop and almost had a stroke when she nonchalantly spread her legs and flashed him her bare pussy under the table while acting like she wasn't aware that he was looking. He gave her a very appreciative smile as she walked out and she blew him a kiss. "If I had flipped up the back of my skirt and shown him what was there, I think I would have killed him!" They both laughed loudly and gathered the final dishes that would be enjoyed at their romantic dinner.

As they started to bring the last of the food into the dining room, I slipped quietly through the door on the other side of the kitchen to grab the plate of food that had been left for me on the kitchen counter. I didn't wait to be told to go upstairs and slipped quietly back out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my quiet little bedroom. I felt like a servant that had just finished dinner service and was expected to remain as invisible as possible to the master of the house until summoned again.

I sat on the side of the bed and ate the excellent meal that we had just prepared. I only wished I had a glass of that excellent wine, but it turns out that part of the rules for being grounded was no ***** ing alco hol. I found that out on the second night of being grounded when I tried to take a bottle of wine with me after dinner and was told to put it back. "Bad boys don't get treats when they're grounded," my wife said sternly. I returned it to the wine rack and went up the stairs sulking at my misfortune.

As I sat in the quiet bedroom thinking about the crazy week I had just experienced, I began to wonder what was going on downstairs. Even though I knew I shouldn't, I opened the door very quietly and strained to hear any sounds that might drift up the stairs from the lovers below. I could smell the combination of the scented candles and the aroma of the dinner food that were now filling the entire house. I couldn't hear any sounds of conversation coming from the dining room and inched a little further out the door to try and hear better. Then, I heard Sam's voice very clearly from the living room that was just at the bottom of the stairs. In a firm but gentle voice he said, "One for each minute that you made me wait." There was a pause before he added, "But first we need to remove this." I could hear my wife gasp and then yelp, "Ohhh!" as I assumed he must have just pulled the jeweled butt plug from her posterior. I could almost hear the pop as her sphincter lost the battle to keep it inside of her heavenly ass.

It was almost a minute of silence later before I heard the distinctive whoosh and crack of what could only be a cane whistling through the air. There was an almost immediate constrained shriek, "Ohmigod, migod, migod," as my wife processed the sensory overload of the white-hot slash of the cane and then a long exhale as she fought to regain her composure.

"Raise your ass higher my love," Sam directed. A moment later there was another whistle and crack and this time a delayed response like she must have been holding her breath or something before her wavering voice gasped out, "Ooooooooo. Oh, Oh," and then another long blowing exhale. It was clear that these cane strokes were being applied with some seriousness.

"You're doing well my pet. Only three more now," Sam explained. After a pause and what sounded like tapping of the cane on her skin, presumably on her now welting behind, there was another crack of cane on skin and an immediate, "Owww, ow, ow, ow, ow!"

She must have stood up and rubbed her cheeks because Sam, in a very stern voice, commanded her, "Get back in position with your hands back on your knees and your ass raised high in the air. You will be a bit more respectful and think twice about making me wait in the future young lady. Now assume the position." She whimpered a bit before saying softly, "Yessir."

The last two strokes were applied in rapid succession with two quick SNAP, SNAP sounds followed by my wife's long but restrained and wavering gasp of "Ahhhhhhh," then a deep exhale through her nose as she tried to calm herself.

I couldn't hear anything at first but soon it became evident that they had moved to the couch and he was holding and comforting her after the caning. However, it wasn't long before I heard a belt buckle and remembered him telling me, "Once I'm done, you will thank me for the spanking in the same way your wife does after I spank her." So, I knew what was coming next. I was dying to see her on her knees sucking her lover's cock but dared not go any further into the hallway for fear of being discovered. My cock was now hard and dripping and my excitement was growing by the second.

Before long, I heard Sam tell her gently, "Come up here and ride me." Moments later I could hear her gasp out in pleasure as she must have been lowering herself onto his stiff cock. Her cries of pleasure gained in intensity and tempo as I could hear her bouncing up and down rapidly crying out "Ohhhh, ohhh, ohmigod!" before Sam said, "Slow down baby. Go slower. I don't want you to cum yet." She whimpered at having to slow down but did as she was told. Both of them were starting to moan as the tempo slowed to a more deep and passionate rhythm.

Things got quiet for a minute and I wondered if they had stopped making love or perhaps were just getting in a different position. My excitement was at a fever pitch and my cock was dripping onto the hallway floor but I dared not even touch it for fear of orgasming and giving myself away. Then I heard my wife say a bit desperately, "Oh, please go slow." Since they had just been screwing like ani mals in heat, I had to assume this meant he was putting his cock somewhere other than the slippery wet velvet folds of her pussy. This was confirmed when I heard the guttural moans of pleasure and pain that could only be the result of my wife receiving his cock deep into her ass. She must have buried her face in a pillow on the couch because her moans sounded muffled for a moment and then the sounds started to change to cries of passion. This went on for another five minutes before both of them shouted out their orgasms so loudly that I was afraid the neighbors would surely hear them.

I slipped quietly back into my room and could no longer contain myself as I threw myself on top of the bedcovers and grabbed my aching cock a moment before it exploded all over my belly.

Great chapter! Chastity?
Droopy and Miss

Cuck who loves a creampie.

A really great story and well written. You obviously know what words are not allowed - well studied! Really looking forward to next chapter

Absolutely extraordinary tale of cuckolding and wife training, and of a Dominant Bull taking control of their lives. This is quite the best tale of this genre I've ever read I believe. It's written beautifully and intelligently, with good grammar etc, and the story leaves you wanting more. I have to agree with shankly, the cuck is crying out to be placed in chastity, if only to control his constant desire to jerk off.
I can only hope this tale has many, many chapters!

Thank you for this. M

CHAPTER 6
When I came downstairs the next morning for some coffee before my daily workout, the two lovebirds were lounging peacefully on the couch in the living room where Sam was on one end leaning back relaxed and reading the newspaper while my wife, still in the white lingerie from the night before, lay along the length of the couch with her head in his lap and reading a book. They were the perfect picture of weekend serenity between two lovers after a long night of sexual bliss. They both looked my way as I descended the stairs and both wished me a cheery "Good morning."

"Did you sl eep well, my love?" asked my wife looking over the top of her book. I thought I could just see a glint of her naked pubis under the short robe as she had one leg bent slightly to cause the negligee to ride up the thighs of her prone body.

"I did after the orgy going on downstairs finally wrapped up. You guys must have woke up the whole neighborhood," I responded lightheartedly.

They both laughed and Sam replied, "Sorry about that buddy but sometimes she brings out the ani mal in me."

"So what do you have planned for your first day of freedom, Tommy?" my wife asked with a chuckle.

"I thought I'd go for a workout and then was hoping to take you to lunch later," and then I quickly added, "and Sam too if you want to join us."

He smiled knowingly and shook his head, "No, you two should go spend some time together. Besides, I'm meeting some guys for a long bike ride in a little while so I won't be back until after lunch."

I appreciated his understanding that we needed time to reconnect after the intense week we'd just finished and offered, "We can bring you something home to eat after your bike ride," which he gratefully accepted with a "that sounds great."
.........

When I got back from the gym, Sam had already left for his bike ride and my wife was in the kitchen straightening up. I was a bit surprised that she was still wearing her satiny, white robe but apparently she was wearing nothing underneath it as her cleavage displayed enticingly to show that she had taken off the matching negligee since I'd seen her last. She smiled sexily at me and said, "I wondered when you would finally get home. I have a surprise for you. Sam and I agreed that you've been a very good boy this week and he left you a little something that I know you will love. Let's hurry upstairs so I can show you."

My lust meter immediately went off the charts and I followed her straight up the steps like an eager puppy chasing after a dangling steak bone. She surprised me again by going to the master bedroom instead of my new bedroom and hopped up on the bed to face me with a come-hither look that would cause a priest to feint.

She sat on the bed facing me with her knees bent up and spread slightly so I could see her naked pussy peeking out from under the white satin robe. She pulled at the satin sash that held the robe closed and opened it up to expose her ample bosom and perky nipples as she leaned back with both hands on the bed behind her and showed me her lustful charms in a most inviting manner. "Come to me boy."

I shed the clothes I was wearing in seconds and scrambled on the bed in lust and joy. It occurred to me for just a moment how different I must look to her in my frenzied, eager state versus the confident, sexual man that she has been ***** ing with for the past week. I dismissed the thought quickly as I anticipated the delights that awaited me and reached for her to embrace and kiss her passionately. She returned my kiss and held me tightly and for just a moment I thought that perhaps she was actually going to let me have sex with her. However, she nipped that thought in the bud as she felt me press my hips against her and pushed me away slightly and pressed down on my shoulders while saying, "You have a gift from Sam waiting for you. Make sure you get all of it," and she continued to push my head and shoulders down her body until she could feel my tongue trailing past her navel to the intended target.

I could see that her pussy was still moist, either from sex with Sam earlier or her new arousal, and noticed that cum had already dried on her thighs and across her pubic mound. The smell from their previous coupling filled my nostrils and the salty taste of their secretions were tingling on the tip of my tongue. I felt my head swoon with the passion and excitement that were overwhelming my senses. I flattened my tongue and ran it all over her pubic mound like a little boy trying to make sure none of the ice cream dripped off a melting cone. The now rehydrated cum coated my tongue and the smell and taste burst forward even more as I made sure not to miss a single drop.

As I slid my tongue downward toward the slick wet opening of her pussy, I could feel her fingers in my hair and her fingertips pressing into the skin on my skull, encouraging me onward to the destination. My wife leaned further back into the pillows on the bed and with a delighted sigh said, "Oh, I've missed this boy."

Her encouragement spurred me on and I buried my tongue into her pussy and began to establish a rhythmic pattern of my tongue flicking up and down the lips of her pussy and brushing lightly against her clit. Her fingers continued to scratch my scalp as her hips began to gyrate rhythmically with the ministrations of my tongue. Finally, I captured her love button in my lips and began a methodical rhythm of licking and sucking along the length of her clit. She gasped and I could tell that it wouldn't be long before she would cum so I let up on her clit and moved down past her pussy to lick the dried cum from her velvet thighs. She whimpered a bit at being teased away from her building orgasm but knew it was only temporary and went along for the ride as I kissed and licked her thighs in a circular pattern that brushed against her dripping pussy lips. I slid both hands onto the cheeks of her ass and could feel the welts that were still there from the previous night's caning and noticed that she flinched a bit but never stopped grinding her hips in that same lustful motion.

I also started to notice that as she became more aroused and excited, the juice dripping from her pussy was milky white and foamy. I knew this was the load Sam had buried deep inside her only a short time ago and I buried my tongue and face right into the middle of her pussy in an attempt to get every drop of their combined nectar. My nose was pushing against her clit as my tongue attempted to go even further but was limited by my face being too wide to follow. I could tell by my wife's hair pulling that she was ready for me to get back to her pleasure center so I replaced my plunging tongue with my middle finger into her pussy and rubbed her G-spot as I moved my lips and tongue to her little nub and began a more urgent attack on her clit. The combination of my finger thrusting and rubbing against her G-spot while my tongue did its magic on her clit was the trigger needed to send my wife into a violent, loud orgasm.

She squeezed my head tightly against her vagina before finally begging me to stop as the sensations were becoming too intense. After her orgasm subsided and she caught her breath, she pulled me up alongside her and with a sexy smile said in a breathless voice, "You were such a good boy this week that Sam and I agreed you deserved a reward." She reached down and wrapped her hand around my erection and slowly started to stroke up and down along the short shaft as she looked into my eyes.

She noticed that I looked away momentarily and like a good poker player she picked up on my "tell". She stopped stroking but left her fist wrapped around my shaft with a firm grip. "Tommy, you were a good boy, weren't you?"

I hummed and hawed for a second and she snatched her hand away from my little "wee-wee" like it had suddenly repulsed her and she sat bolt upright in the bed with an angry look and arms crossed in front of her chest. I finally stammered out a feeble, "I was so excited listening to the two of you having sex last night that I accidentally masturbated and came."

"Accidentally masturbated, huh?" She hopped off the bed shaking her head and headed toward the bathroom adding, "You can put on a pair of panties and you better be waiting in the corner when Sam gets home. I'm going to take a shower and get dressed." Then she closed the door to the bathroom and started the water flowing in the shower.

I dismally picked out a pair of silky black panties that were a bit too tight for me causing my balls to squeeze tightly against my body. A big wet spot formed almost immediately on the front of the panties due to my rapidly deflating penis continuing to leak the pre-cum that had boiled up from my balls. I went downstairs and couldn't believe that I was already in trouble again for something that didn't seem to be completely my fault. "How could you hear that and not touch yourself?"

Naughty cuck!
Droopy and Miss

Thanks for the positive feedback everybody! I'll continue to upload a chapter a day until I finish uploading the story. It's funny how some of the other posts on CuckoldPlace are right in tune with this particular story and the next one that is under development

CHAPTER 7
Unfortunately, Sam didn't get home for another couple of hours so my wife had me make lunch for the two of us, wearing nothing but the black panties, while we waited for him to get home. She didn't say anything during lunch except to shake her head and roll her eyes in disappointment when she looked at me. After lunch, she indicated that I could go stand in the corner until he got home.

We both heard his car pull up to the house and I could feel the tension building up inside of me. She stayed sitting on the couch and let Sam discover me standing in the corner of the living room. "Uh oh, it looks like somebody has got themselves in trouble again, already. What happened?"

"Tell him what you did boy," my wife said from behind me as I looked into the corner inches from my nose.

"I masturbated last night," I said in a quiet voice into the wall.

"Even after your wife told you that was forbidden this past week?" Sam asked but I did not respond.

As I stood there wondering what was coming next, Sam went over to the recliner next to the couch and made himself comfortable while grabbing the TV remote control. He turned on a ballgame and after watching it for a few minutes with nobody saying anything, he said, "Well, if Tommy likes to play with his little thing then let's at least see what all the fuss is about. Come stand over here facing us and pull down your panties boy."

I turned around and walked over in front of Sam with dread and trepidation at what might be coming next. "Move over a bit so I can watch the game. I doubt I'm going to enjoy this little show much but go ahead and pulled down your panties and show us how you like to play with that little thing," he ordered me in an amused voice.

I swallowed hard and pulled the panties down to my thighs and let my little penis flop out and my balls to be free from the tight confines of the panties. It seemed my penis shriveled up even more than usual from the humili ation of being exposed like this in front of another man and my wife. "Sweetie, why don't you go get that cane leaning against the other corner?" he directed my wife. I noticed that the cane that he must have used on her the night before was leaning against the wall in the corner across the room. It was made from a light-colored wood and about 2-1/2 feet long. I was starting to sweat from the anxiety rising inside of me.

As she brought the cane back into the center of the living room, he said, "Now, I want you to give him a good stroke of that cane once every minute until he cums. You can give him the first one now," and he nodded his head an instant before I heard the whoosh of the cane and felt the searing pain shoot up from my ass as the cane landed squarely across both cheeks.

I looked at my wife with surprised and desperate eyes but was drawn back to looking at Sam as he said, "You keep your eyes this way boy and focus on what I told you to do. I don't want this to take all day and if you don't start getting hard soon I'm afraid you won't be able to sit down tomorrow. Your wife told you not to play with that little thing and you ignored her so it's only right that she discipline you for it."

I was willing my penis to get hard and could feel a little bit of a stir but nothing was happening fast enough and before I knew it Sam nodded his head again and my wife applied another cane stroke to my backside. I started to do a little dance as it felt like a hundred bees had just stung my poor asscheeks and they both laughed at the spectacle but continued to watch me desperately trying to get hard. "What do you do to get hard tommy? Do you play with your balls, stick a finger up your ass or what?" Sam asked.

My wife reached around me from behind and twisted my nipple hard. "tommy likes it when he plays with his nipples." I really couldn't argue because the touch of her hand and the erotic sensations of pleasure and pain shooting from my nipples had the desired effect and caused a slight stiffening between my legs.

"So play with your nipples boy. Time is ticking," Sam said in amusement. The humili ation was building and I could feel the sweat continue to bead up all over my body. However, I did as he told me and began to rub and twist my nipple with one hand while trying desperately to get hard by stroking and squeezing with the other hand. My penis was finally coming out of its cocoon and showing some life so I was hopeful that I could end this spectacle as quickly as possible and go hide in my room. I didn't realize that my eyes were closed until I heard the "whoosh" and "crack" of the cane again but fortunately it wasn't as hard as the previous stroke but still was sharp enough to cause me to yelp out in surprise. It also had the unfortunate effect of causing me to lose some of the erection that I was struggling to achieve.

"I thought you liked to masturbate tommy boy. What seems to be the matter?" Sam asked in mock concern. "I guess you need some other kind of stimulation, huh?" He looked at my wife and said, "Sweetie, why don't you go get me a beer and when you get back let's see if we can help him."

She laughed and trotted off to the kitchen to get him a beer. While she was gone and I continued to do my best to get an erection while standing in the middle of the room jerking myself off, Sam said, "You did tell the truth about what you did last night and you also were really good all week with the exception of that slip-up last night. So, you aren't going to be grounded again but you disobeyed your wife so she needs to give you a couple more swats with that cane. Also, we've been talking about putting you into chastity and it is obvious that you need it so, tommy, I expect you to order a chastity device that better be here by the end of the week." I was crestfallen at his words and realized that I was losing one more thing that I controlled but I also knew this would be a whole new world of sexual denial and excitement.

When she returned with his beer, he told her what he explained to me and indicated that she should go ahead and give me the swats now. "How about two quick hard ones?" he suggested.

She obliged him by retrieving the cane and after lining up her aim swung in rapid fire succession to deliver two hard strokes across my cheeks. I was dancing once again and trying not to be too loud with my "Ow, ow, ow, ow" as she returned the cane to the corner and came back to stand next to the recliner. "Well, rules are rules and now he needs to thank you so what do you want sweetie?" he asked looking up at her from his easy chair.

"I've already been well-fucked this morning and had a really nice orgasm from his tongue or I'd say that he could lick my clit as I rode you, but I think I'd rather he just licked my asshole for a few minutes. The poor thing had a rough day yesterday," she replied with a coy smile.

He thought that was a grand idea and suggested that an even better idea might be for her to give him a blowjob while I was tonguing her ass.

So, here we are – I'm the caboose on an oral sex train where my wife is on her hands and knees sucking her boyfriend while I am behind her on my hands and knees with my tongue in her ass. Both of us have welts across our ass cheeks, mine bright red and hers already showing signs of bruising, while he sits back comfortably with a beer in his hand watching the ballgame. Oh, this crazy little family of ours!

Wow! This gets better with each chapter. Really looking forward to the next one when he has to wear his cage.

Chapter 6 of this amazing tale is most likely the best descriptive passage of a cuck administering clean-up to his wife after she's been fucked 6 different ways by her Bull that I've ever read, a fucking masterpiece if there ever was one!
It was inevitable that the cuck was going to end up in chastity. My principal slut's husband ended up the same way for exactly the same reason, he couldn't stop jerking off as I was fucking his wife, even though most times he wasn't allowed to watch us, just listen. A 'jailbird' has cured him of that habit, plus he is now 'milked' once a month by his wife.

I think you guys will enjoy the remaining chapters. Patience will be rewarded. 😄

Hopefully locked up for long time.
Birthday and Christmas day , not trying to influence your great story lol
Droopy and Miss

I can't wait!

CHAPTER 8
I'd been wearing the chastity device for two weeks and my level of frustration and sexual tension was incredibly high. The plastic cage that was attached to a ring behind my balls and covered my little penis prevented me from getting any kind of an erection. I could slip a finger between the plastic ribs on the device to touch my little fella but not enough stimulation to do much more than make me more frustrated so I tried to avoid doing that. It was easier to sit and pee so I found that little things like using a urinal were now out of the question when I was out and about. Although I'm sure that nobody else could hear or notice the little jangle of the lock that was securing the device under my pants, I couldn't help but hear it constantly as I walked. There were two keys to the lock so Sam and my wife each kept one – hers on a chain around her neck and I had no idea where Sam kept his.

I'm sure the frustration wasn't helped any by the constant sounds of lovemaking coming from down the hallway virtually every night from the two lovers' bedroom. I don't know why I tormented myself by leaving my door open each night in the hopes of hearing something and they seemed to oblige me by leaving their door open just a crack so a bit more of the sounds carried down the hallway better. Eventually, I would fall asleep feeling the wet secretions dribbling on my thigh from the unsatisfied lust that mounted nightly.

We had started to go out for dinner and around town as a happy little trio and ran into friends and acquaintances occasionally. It was hard to differentiate who was actually my wife's partner since she appeared to be equally affectionate to both of us, but if you paid attention, you'd notice that she tended to hold his hand more and would lay her head on his shoulder or similar loving things. The fact that she still enjoyed doing the same loving things with me, albeit not quite as often, only made it more special to me when it did happen. I'm sure there was some whispering about our relationship, but our friends already knew we had an unconventional relationship and to be honest I didn't really care how they felt about us.

On this particular night, they wanted to go out alone since it was the one-month anniversary of Sam moving in with us. I was left home alone to fend for myself for dinner and told to wait up for them so we could all have a celebratory toast together when they returned home. As they came through the door laughing and talking loudly, it was evident they had enjoyed their night out together and had a few drin ks before coming home. "Tommy get us a bottle of champagne and three glasses so we can toast this incredible month we've spent together, "Sam said happily.

I was already ahead of them and had chilled a nice bottle of French champagne earlier that night so I was back with the champagne and glasses in a jiffy. Sam and my wife were already kissing each other on the couch when I returned but stopped and stood up to take the glasses of champagne from me as I held them out. Standing in the middle of the living room, we all raised our glasses and Sam took the initiative to make the toast by saying, "Here's to the adventures we've had together and the ones that are yet to come." We all agreed heartily to that sentiment and clinked the glasses before taking a dri nk..

After taking another sip of the champagne, Sam looked at me with a smile and said, "We had a wonderful night tonight and even stopped on the way home to get something for you. We forgot the bag in the car so why don't you run out and get it and bring it back in?" My antenna started to go up but I was intrigued and headed toward the door to retrieve the bag. "And no peeking inside!" Sam said as I walked out the door.

After getting the bag from the back seat of his sedan, I realized that my spidey senses were correct when I saw the bag was from the local boutique lingerie store and there was a clothing box inside of it. I brought the bag back inside and saw that they two of them were sitting side-by-side on the couch waiting for me with knowing smiles on their faces. "Go upstairs and put on what's inside and hurry back down," Sam said pointedly. I sighed and did as I was told by trotting up the stairs to see what they had brought home for me but relatively certain it was something feminine and humiliating.

My suspicions were confirmed when I saw a deep purple and black lace, front-zipping corset with matching panties, garters and stockings. There were also high heels laying on top of the lingerie. It took me a while to figure out how to get everything on and when I looked in the mirror over the dresser in my little bedroom, I blushed at how ridiculous I must look. I descended the stairs unsteadily on the high heels and walked with a click clack on the hardwood floor at the bottom of the steps into the living room. Sam was still sitting on the couch next to my wife where they looked me over from top to bottom and seemed pleased with themselves at my appearance. "You look lovely tommy. You'll be glad to know that the business card in the box is from the saleslady that waited on us and she looks forward to your next panty shopping trip. She said to ask for her by name and she'll take good care of you." I was mortified that they told somebody this outfit was for me. Even worse, I knew they would make sure I followed up with her for more public humili ation. Oh well, that is something to worry about another day!

"Now come stand in front of me so we can talk," Sam said with a pleasant but confident tone. I did my best not to stumble as I walked over in front of him and stood there awkwardly feeling very uncomfortable and foolish like a little boy standing contritely in front of his admonishing parents.

After letting me stand there in obvious discomfort for a minute, Sam began, "Your wife and I had a lovely talk over dinner tonight and discussed how wonderful this past month has been for all of us. As a matter of fact, it has gone so well that we think it would be a good idea if I just went ahead and sold my house and moved in here." He paused to let that sink in and then asked, "So, how does that sound to you?"

Although I was a bit shocked at the revelation, I was also elated at the prospect of him staying longer. I knew they were supposed to be finishing the work on his house and was already dreading him moving out and ending this cuckold fairytale that we'd been living for the past month. He could see the answer in my face before I even had a chance to reply.

"Well, why don't you wait and answer after you hear everything we talked about," he replied ominously. "We covered a lot of ground during our chat tonight and you came up quite a bit. As you should since you are part of this relationship and household too." He paused, then continued, "We discussed how you get your occasional "treat" and she allows you inside her. Well, that's going to stop. The only cock that is going into that pussy from now on is going to be mine. Whenever you screwed her last was the last time you will ever have your little wee-wee in a pussy for the rest of your life. And I think that should be a relief to you since you know as well as I that you can't provide any satisfaction to a woman. You will never have to disappoint another woman again." He paused longer this time and let the message of my permanent denial to really sink in.

I could feel my head spinning and the room seemed to be a blur around me. As I looked down at the floor at my feet, I couldn't help but see the high heels, garters, stockings and corset that I was wearing and thought to myself, "How could a woman desire a man dressed like this while allowing himself to be so thoroughly emasculated right in front of her? Of course, she prefers the virile man. Of course, she prefers sex with a cock that doesn't spurt on contact and is barely bigger than her finger. It probably would be a relief to know that I wouldn't ever have to disappoint my wife during a mercy fuck again." Without raising my eyes from the floor, I just nodded my head slightly to indicate that I understood.

He continued, "I also decided that I don't want you to ever see her fully naked again. If you are eating her pussy then she will wear a shirt and if you choose to suck her nipples instead then she will wear something below but you're never to see her completely naked. Understand?" He directed this question to both of us so I assumed this was a surprise to my wife as well. I looked at my wife sitting next to him and despite her surprise she also seemed perfectly fine with the new command and just shrugged her shoulders and shook her head in agreement. He looked at me waiting for my response and I mumbled, "Yes. I understand."

He seemed pleased with our answers and after a second he looked at me with his piercing eyes and continued, "You know tommy, we were talking about all the crazy and fun times we've had during the past month and do you know what your wife told me her favorite and most exciting time was?" I shook my head "no" and he answered with, "Watching you suck my dick after I spanked you." He said this with amusement and wonderment but his eyes never lost contact with my own. "Go figure that it wasn't all the great sex with me that got her going it was watching you suck cock."

She slapped his arm playfully and said with a demure smile, "You know I loved all of that too!"

"Well, I assured her that if she loves it that much then we'll give her ample opportunity to enjoy watching it again. Who knows, maybe you'll end up being even better at it than her one day." She pushed his shoulder and feigned mock insult as I continued to feel the room getting smaller and my knees getting wobblier.

"But, the real surprise was when I asked her what fantasies of hers did she still want to come true and do you know what she said?" he asked with raised eyebrows. I looked from him to her and back again waiting for the punchline. "Apparently, she wants to see her femmy little hubby get screwed in the ass like a cheap whore. She wants me to bend you over and fuck you senseless. Can you believe it?"

My mouth was dry and I was becoming overwhelmed with an overload to my senses. I started to feel a bit nauseous and couldn't believe what I'd just heard. When I looked up, they were both leaning forward and looking at me closely to see my reaction. I didn't know what to say or think. Then, Sam concluded, "So tommy boy, in light of all this, I ask you again – do you want me to move in? Because if you do, then I want you to get on your knees in front of me and beg me to fuck you in the ass to seal the deal." He leaned back into the couch and waited for my answer. My wife, sitting next to him, was still leaning forward with anxious anticipation of my answer on her face. It was clear what answer she was hoping for!

It was put up or shut-up time. Time to put all your cards on the table and either call or fold and my mind was swirling with the realization that all the years of cuckold fantasies were suddenly being offered up to become my reality and all I needed to do was say "Yes". After taking a deep breath, I stepped forward and dropped to my knees in front of Sam. I had to rest my hands on his knees for just a moment to steady myself before straightening up on my knees in front of him and said in the steadiest voice I could muster, "Sam there is nothing that would make me or my wife happier than to have you come live with us. We both want you in our lives and I've never seen my wife happier than she's been this past month." I paused while he waited expectantly for me to finish. "So," my voice was a bit shaky now and I swallowed hard, "would you please fuck me in the ass to show you that I accept all of your demands and to show my wife how much I love her?"

Sam looked very satisfied with my plea and reached forward to touch my face affectionately before saying, "Tommy, it would be my pleasure to fuck you." First, he leaned over and gave my wife a kiss and then he unzipped his pants to pull out his soft cock. With one arm around my wife's shoulder, he leaned back against the couch and said, "Get busy and get me hard boy," and then he returned to kissing my wife again.

I leaned forward and steadied myself with one hand on the couch next to his thigh and used the other to lift his manhood to my lips. I sucked and stroked him and rubbed his balls as he gradually got harder and harder in my mouth. I heard him say in an almost whisper to my wife, "go get a towel and the lube." I sensed her getting up off of the couch as she left the two of us alone and I realized how odd it was not having her in the room as I continued to suck another man's cock. I felt his hand reach down to the side of my face and his fingers to run affectionately through my hair as I'd seen him do to my wife when she was in this same position. He urged my head forward and forc ed more of his cock into my mouth until he could feel that I was starting to gag and then would ease the pressure and allow me to back off and recover my breath. He had both hands on my head now and was pumping my head up and down on his cock in a slow rhythm that was to his liking as he made me take long deep strokes to the back of my throat.

I heard my wife behind me and without a word she placed the items he requested on the couch next to us but did not sit back down on the couch. He stopped fucking my mouth and pulled the now very hard cock with the large mushroom head from my lips and said with determination, "It's time tommy. Come lean over the end of the couch."

I was in a complete submissive haze by this point and got up off of my knees, breathing heavily with drool coming down my chin, and took my place at the end of the couch. Sam pulled the panties over my chastity cage and down to my ankles so I could step out of them. Then, he pushed gently between my shoulder blades to indicate I should bend over the arm of the couch. The high heels, tight-fitting corset and the garters running up my legs felt even more confining and restricting as I bent over the arm of the couch. My weight was supported by my elbows on the seat cushion of the couch and on my high heels while my ass was lewdly offered high in the air above me. I noticed my wife had settled into a chair across the room and was watching us intently.

The cold, wet lubricant hit the crack of my ass and I flinched before I could process what it was. That sensation was quickly replaced with the shock of Sam's finger rubbing the lubricant all around my puckered opening. He slid one of his big fingers into my ass and I gasped at the intrusion. His knuckle felt enormous as it slid in but I knew this was only the beginning. "Relax tommy, just relax," he said as he slid the finger back and forth in a sawing motion. I could feel more lubricant being dripped onto his finger and my rosebud before he added a second finger to continue the assault along with the first digit. At this point I was feeling a combination of intense pressure with pleasure as his finger rubbed back and forth on my prostate gland. My little penis was already dribbling through the chastity cage.

Sam had taken his time to make sure I was able to handle both fingers comfortably before he eventually placed the head of his cock at my opening and started to apply gentle but firm pressure. I pressed my face into the seat cushion and imagined this was exactly the same place my wife must have been a few weeks earlier when he had taken her ass. He continued to tell me to relax as the head of his cock continued to stretch my anal opening. "You really need to take a deep breath and relax boy," he said as I continued to struggle beneath him. A moment later he smacked my asscheek hard with his right hand and I yelped just as I felt the large head of his cock pop past my resistant sphincter. He stopped and just held his position there to allow me to get used to the feeling. Then slowly, he slid a quarter inch, half inch, slowly back and forth until he could see that I wasn't reacting so desperately and continued to enter deeper. Before long, he was sliding almost the full length into me and I could hear him starting to breathe with excitement as he started to pick up the pace and plunge into me more forc efully.

"I think he is even tighter than you were the first time, baby" I heard him say to my wife. I had been squeezing my eyes shut since the anal invasion began and had almost forgotten that she was in the room witnessing this ultimate act of humili ation and subservience. I turned my head from my awkward bent over position to see her sitting across the room. She had one hand under her t-shirt mauling her tit and pinching her nipple while the other was between her legs fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit madly. Her shorts lay in a heap in front of her chair and her eyes were glazed over in a sexual frenzy. She seemed to be on the verge of an orgasm but was holding off as she watched the debauchery across the room. I don't know if she even heard what Sam said as she continued to masturbate furiously watching the loves of her life perform her "greatest fantasy".

The sexual frenzy that was overtaking her must have impacted Sam as well because he gripped my hips tightly between his strong hands and started to thrust with even more urgency and purpose. The feelings of pleasure and pain had completely merged together into a sensual overload until I felt him push a little further than he had before and it felt as if his cock must be entering my belly. He started groaning loudly and then howling as I could feel his hip bones slam over and over into my buttocks until in a final orgasmic thrust where I could actually feel his cum spurting into my bowels and running down the backs of my legs. At the same time, my wife shrieked out her own orgasm from across the room and I watched as her body convulsed in orgasm with head thrown back and eyes squeezed tightly shut. She was almost sliding out of the chair as the erotic sensations ripped through her body. This was too much for me as well and I could feel my caged penis spurt without ever being touched or even able to get fully erect during the entire experience.

Sam was gasping from the exertion but continued to slowly slide his cock in and out for almost a full minute afterward. I felt his cum continue to drip down my stockinged legs as his cock deflated only slightly. As my wife had wanted, I'd been fucked senseless and could barely stand on the high heels and shaky legs. Sam seemed to sense this and finally pulled his cock all the way out. With a smack on my ass, Sam said, "That was lovely boy. Now go get cleaned up."

You missed a trick there, herboy63. Surely the cuck's first task would be to clean the Bull's cock of surplus cum and anything else? That notwithstanding, a truly magnificent further chapter in Tommy's cuckold training. More please, and soon!