The Betting Addiction Cure

TITLE: The Betting Addiction Cure
AUTHOR: hjbullet

Based loosely on a true story.
All names have been changed.


Chapter 1


Ron and I (Joe) met in college and quickly hit it off. We're both big sports fans and loved to make small wagers on almost anything. Ron is slim and tall about 6'2" and has very dark black skin. Ron's wife, Tina has a nice muscular build at 5'6" and is mixed race with much lighter skin than Ron but considers herself black. I've got Finnish ancestry so I'm fairly pale and I'm a little smaller than average at 5'8". My wife Gwen has family history that comes from Ireland and she has the green eyes and red hair to prove it. She's short 5'0" and would normally be considered petite except she's also nicely voluptuous for her size. Gwen and I married shortly after college whereas Ron and Tina had married a few years earlier. Gwen and I weren't virgins when we got married but we weren't overly experienced either. We've never done any swapping or anything like that. The only time it was brought up was in a joke that was quickly laughed off.

After finishing college, since Ron and I got along so well, we went into business together selling sports memorabilia and we're doing fairly well for a small startup. Our business space is a two story building with a two bedroom apartment above, which works out great for meeting the housing needs for all four of us. Gwen is an office clerk at a nearby insurance company while Tina is a paralegal at the same company so they're able to commute together.

Everything was going great with one glaring exception. My and Ron's constant betting was having a wearing effect on both of our wives. Large amounts of money didn't change hands, all the bets were small, mostly bragging rights but they happened all the time. We're about equally good at betting so in the long run, we pretty much broke even. However, our wives didn't see it that way. With every bet we made, they hated it more and more. They kept threatening that one day we would regret it. That was a hint I should have listened to.

It all came to a head a few minutes before the game on Superbowl Sunday. Ron and I had picked our teams, placed our bets and had been trash talk the whole week. With pregame almost finished the girls came in together and stood in from the the TV to ask how much we had bet. We told them just $20 and they laughed and said "We should make the bet something worthwhile.". (This was strange.) I said "I thought you didn't want us betting at all?" "Well" said Tina, "if you're going to bet"..."you should make it for something a little more precious than money". "Something that would be painful to lose, even if it were just for a short time." finished Gwen.

"What did you have in mind?" asked Ron, who was clearly as stumped as I was.
"How about... the winner and the winner's wife get exclusive sexual use of the loser's wife for a week?" responded Gwen. "You know, a threesome for the week." added Tina, putting a cheery sound to it. Ron and I were both dumbstruck and couldn't speak. I'm sure my jaw was hanging open. "What's the matter?" asked Gwen, "Can't handle high stakes?" "Maybe these boys care more about a few dollars than the possibility of a three-way with two pretty ladies." quipped Tina. After the initial shock started wearing off, Ron and I looked at each other and we both grinned, each of us envisioning a blissful week after we won. Both of us were sure of our respective team pick and neither of us seemed to even considering the fact that one of us would surly lose.

What happened next can only be described as an ego laced competition of trying to outdo each other. Boasting and challenging would be followed by upping the duration of the bet, from one week to two, then one month and so on. When it finally ended the final bet was the winner (and his wife) would have exclusive use of the loser's wife for six months starting at the conclusion of the game. That's when the reality first started to dawn on me and I was having second thoughts, but my pride kept me from backing out. (Looking back, I suspect Ron was thinking the same as me at that time.) With the bet placed and the game about to begin Tina (the paralegal) pulled out a legal contract. (Tina and Gwen must have been planning this for some time.) Tina penned in the 6-months time period then gave it to both Ron and me with a pen to sign. This document was going to lock the loser into keeping his end of the agreement. After a few minutes of trying to read though it, (I was a bit stunned by how fast this was happening.) I took the pen Gwen was holding and with a shaking hand signed it. Ron did the same and the girls smiled and gave each other a high five. (This was looking very suspicious.) I should have studied the contract more carefully, but the phrase "exclusive use" and "6-months" kept distracting me. (More on the contract later.) Tina took the signed contract and pulled out her phone. "I'll send you each a copy." as she took a picture and in a few seconds my phone chimed. She then took the paper copy with her to lock it up somewhere and returned with ****** for her and Gwen.

Our living room is setup with two couches forming a "V" angled toward a big screen TV. When the game started Gwen and I sat on one couch while Ron and Tina sat on the other. The first half of the game was close and the score flipped a couple of times with lots of cheering and more than a little cursing. But the second half was all in favor of Ron's team and things became much more subdued. I was getting a very bad feeling about this whole thing. At the two minute warning, with my team hopelessly behind, Gwen gave me a peck on the cheek and said "I may as well get comfortable with my new temporary hubby and wife." She then stood up and walked over to the other couch, sitting on Ron's left with Tina on Ron's right. She looked back at me she with a big glowing smile on her face, winked at me and blew me a kiss. I felt like such a dumb ass loser and I'm sure I looked like it too.

After the game clock ran out, Tina cheered and jumped up taking Gwen's hands saying "Lets get ready for our honeymoon!" and they headed giggling for Ron and Tina's bedroom. For a long time, neither Ron or I said anything. Finally Ron and I made uncomfortable eye contact, Ron shrugged his shoulders saying "Sorry guy, but a bet's a bet. "I can't believe this just happened. You know this was a setup!" I protested. "Maybe it was," said Ron "but it's clearly what the girls wanted and it might just have worked to stop our betting in the future."

After about 20 minutes of near total silence, the girls came back in the room both wearing short and sheer nighties. (I'm sure I never before saw the one Gwen was wearing.) They fawned over Ron and basically ignored me (the loser) pulling on his hands and arms. "Come on Ron", they said, "we know it's early but we want to go to bed and celebrate.". "Yeah, hubby's got double duty tonight." added Tina. As Gwen was leaning over to pull on Ron's arm I got a long look at Gwen's bare bottom and I could only sigh knowing it was going to be a long six months. As the three of them headed into their bedroom, Gwen gave me one last quick look over her shoulder. She smiled at me, put her right hand to her forehead making the "L" for loser symbol then she went in and locked the door with a loud click.


Chapter 2


I mindlessly turned off the TV and lights and sat there in the dark listening to my wife being pleasured by another man (and woman). For the next two hours I could hear grunting, gasping, headboard thumping and an occasional cry of ecstasy. I couldn't always tell who's voice was who's, but I'm sure some of the joyous screams were Gwen's. As bad as my stomach felt, all twisted up in a knot, I didn't understand it and I couldn't deny it but I had a very hard erection. I should be angry and limp, but at some level this excited me. I couldn't take it any longer so I headed into my bedroom and began to jerk off and jerk off and jerk off. I couldn't stop. After each time when I thought my primal urge had been satisfied, I would hear the passionate cries through the wall and I would get hard one more time. Once again I'd give into the urge and start pounding my little ****** pecker until it produced a tiny little dribble.

When morning finally came I could hear someone in the shower so I got up and dressed. A few minutes later, Gwen came into our bedroom with a full bath towel covering her from upper chest to mid-thigh. I couldn't see much, but I'd swear I could see a couple of love bytes on her inner thigh just above her knee. With a broad smile she cheerfully said "Good morning! And how did Joe ***** last night? Oh, forget I asked, you look like ******* She turned toward the closet and pulled out one of her sundresses, laid it on the bed and pulled a pair of panties from the dresser. Facing away from me, she dropped the towel and bent over at the waist to pull up her panties. I was given a full view of a pair of red puffy pussy lips. I could also see that she was fully shaved down there, something she never did before. Glancing back at me to make sure I got a good look, she smiled and pulled up her panties then pulled her sundress on. It had a yellow floral pattern with a low cut front and came well above her knees. She normally wore a bra with it, but not this time. "Oops, I almost forgot, Ron doesn't want me to wear these.". She reached up underneath her dress and pulled down and off her panties tossing them toward the clothes hamper. She then stepped into a pair of flip flops and started to leave, but stopped.

Looking at my face she cooed "Oh sweetie, you must have had a rough time last night. I tell you what, before we go get breakfast if you'd like a quick blowjob, just drop your trousers." I couldn't believe it. I never unbuckled, unsnapped, unzipped and dropped trousers so fast. "Oh yes please!" I enthusiastically said. She bent over and took my well worn but rising penis in her small hand. As if to talk to my penis she said "Looks like you took quit a beating last night little guy. Too bad the contract says "exclusive access". Looking up at me she continued, "You wouldn't want me to break the contract rules would you?". With that she flipped my penis out of her hand, turned and walked out of the room.

For the next three weeks, every night was just like Superbowl night. Everyone was getting plenty of sex except me. It was really starting to take a mental toll. Finally one day at work I swallowed by pride and asked Ron if there was anyway the girls could give me a little relief? "You know, like a mercy fuck or something?" Ron said "Humm... I can understand where you're coming from Joe and you are my friend. Let me talk to the girls and see what they think. Then we can discuss it tonight." His response was actually more encouraging than I expected. I honestly don't know if I would have considered sharing if I had won the bet.

Later that day after dinner, I tried not to show my anticipation as we gathered in the living room. Gwen, Ron and Tina on one couch and me on the other. Tina started by saying "Ron thinks we should show you a little mercy. But you did lose the bet and that has to come with consequences." Gwen added "As it is now, you're pounding your own meat all the time. We can't give you relief so long as you're relieving yourself.". "So, if you agree to wear a chastity device to control your urges and you're a good boy, we'll give you an occasional hand job, just for relief purposes." Tina added.

I didn't see that coming and paused a few minutes to think when Tina said "Well make up your mind. We haven't got all night and we've got other things to do." Gwen giggled at hearing that. "Okay, okay." I said, "I'll agree." Tina gave me an updated contract to sign. (The paralegal in her keeps coming out.) With that done, Ron reached behind the couch and passed a small box to Gwen. "Let's go get this thing fitted." said Gwen and she headed for our bedroom with me in tow. She tried to put it on me but it was a little tight so she got some ice from the kitchen and that shrank me up enough to lock me snugly in the cage. "There!" she said. "It was the smallest one they had, but I was sure we could make it fit. Now we need to give you a week or so to prove you can be a good boy as well as meeting the other requirements of the updated contract. After she left the bedroom I got out my phone and sure enough, Tina had sent me a photo of the updated contract I had just signed. Since I apparently had plenty of time tonight I may as well read through it a little more carefully.

There were a few clauses that got my attention:
"Loser agrees to follow all instructions from both ladies without hesitation."
"Loser is responsible for cleaning the entire apartment at least once per week."
"Loser will, on command, assist with bathing, shaving and will provide pedicures to both ladies."

Basically, in order to get the occasional hand job, I had agreed to be the apartment slave. Which seemed harsh at first but I was starting to think of it with a bit of an erotic twist and it didn't seems so bad.

To be continued....

Chapter 3


On the next Saturday morning, Gwen told me that if I did a good job cleaning the apartment, I would get my first reward this afternoon. Tina added "I'll tell you what Joe, if you roll the dice, I'll even let you lick my pussy while Gwen gives you your hand job." I was confused, "What do you mean "roll the dice"?." "Well if you want, you can roll a single die, whatever number comes up, that's how many additional weeks are added to the end of the original six month contract. Then you get to lick my pussy the whole time Gwen's stroking your little weenie." Tina continued "Or you don't roll the die and you just get a simple hand job without any pussy to tongue action. It's entirely up to you.".

The chance to lick Tina's pussy has been a longtime fantasy that I could finally realize and at the cost of possibly as little as one additional week. Seems worth it to me, so I agreed. After my apartment cleaning job was inspected, Tina gave me a die and I roll a 4. ****! One additional month added to my punishment time. But I still think it will be worth it. Tina whispered something to Gwen and left, presumably to update the contract. Meanwhile Gwen took me to our bedroom to get me ready. She took quite a while tying me down and removing my cage. I'm not sure why she was moving so slow. When finally complete Gwen called out to Tina, "He's ready." "I'll be right there." came Tina's replied.

When Tina came into the bedroom she immediately hiked up her green sundress, threw her right leg over my head lowering her moist pussy lips onto my waiting mouth while Gwen began to slowly stroke me. It was glorious. Getting some limited female attention to my cock was really great. Tina's pussy tasted wonderful and she must have been enjoying too because as I darted my tongue deep into her she got extra juicy. Meanwhile, Gwen was adjusting her speed to keep me on the edge until Tina finally said "I think he's done." With that, Gwen gave me one last flurry of strokes that pushed me over the edge. Just as I got to that point of no return, she let go of my cock. It bounced and twitched uncontrollably for a few seconds then began to spurt globs of pent up cum in a ruined orgasm. Both girls laughed at the show as Tina got up and straightened her dress mumbling "What a loser.". Gwen wiped up my spent sperm and flushed it down the toilet. After a few minutes and a little application of ice, I had shrunk down small enough to have my cage reattached and locked. Only then was I untied.

The next morning as we all ate breakfast, I saw Tina whisper something in Ron's ear that made him laugh. After a few minutes, Ron said "So Joe, the girls tell me you did a good job cleaning up the apartment and got your reward. Did you like the taste of Tina's pussy?" "Yes, I did. She was delicious." I replied as I gave Tina a big smile. "Well" said Ron, "you let me know if you ever want it straight from the source." To that both Tina and Gwen laughed. Once again I felt like the slowest kid in class. "What are you talking about?" I asked. Ron smiled and said, "Yesterday, when Tina sat on your face she had a pussy full of my black baby butter. It's good to know you like my flavor too. So you have some of me swimming around in your belly right now." "But I'm not gay!" was the only thing I could stammer out. Ron sat back and said with a laugh "Of course you're not. But since you did say you liked it, I was going to suggest that your clean up duties should be expanded to include freshly used pussies." All I could mutter was a "Whaa?". "Well you think it over and maybe in a couple of weeks you'll feel better about it." Ron said as he got up from the table and kissed both of his wives as he headed downstairs to begin the shop inventory that was scheduled for that weekend. "Come on cucky. The inventory won't take itself." Ron said as he walked out the door and down to the shop.

Later that day as Ron and I finished up the inventory, I asked "Why did you call me cucky?" Ron looked surprised at me and said "Come on Joe, wake up! I'm fucking your wife with your and her permission. That makes you a cuckold. Look it up." I hadn't heard the term before but at Ron's suggestion I did look it up. Sure enough, it accurately described me to a T.

As the next three weeks went by, I did my duties including shaving the ladies every two or three days and giving both a pedicure each week. But no rewards were forthcoming and I was getting more than a little horny given that I was still hearing the nightly sexual escapades happening a few feet away on the other side of the wall. But with the cage on, I couldn't get any relief and my hints of needing relief were being brushed off. Even my suggestion to be allowed to watch the other three during sex was simply dismissed.

Finally, on a Thursday night at supper time, Gwen told me that I would be allowed to watch the three of them during their session tonight but only if I agreed to do pussy clean up duties afterward. I would not be allowed to participate and I couldn't say anything either, just watch. Realizing this was probably considered being a "good boy" and would improve my chances for some relief, I said "I agree, but I'm not gay!". "We all know you're not gay." said Tina, "From our perspective, it's not even sex, it's just another one of your chores."

So two months into my now seven months of torment, I finally got to watch that night's show. They made me strip since they were all going to be in the nude. This was a little strange since Ron and I had never seen each other naked. When Ron saw my caged cock, he did a creditable job suppressing a laugh. I on the other hand, couldn't help but stare. I would have described my penis as an adequate 6 inches. However, Ron's cock was at least 9 inches long and twice my girth. To make matters worse, not only did he have better equipment than me, he knew how to use it. He had stamina that I lacked and could flex his body in ways that I could never match. When his shaft was thrusting in and out of Gwen, she was cumming like I had never seen before. Then when he finally grunted and was clenching his ass cheeks I knew he as depositing his load deep inside her, and she had the strongest orgasm imaginable. I had to reluctantly admit I was very envious of Ron and there wasn't a thing I could do to change my situation. Gwen would never be satisfied by me again, if she ever had been.

After a few minutes to catch his breath, Ron rolled off Gwen and laid next to her. She rolled onto her right side and put her head on his shoulder. She then raised her left knee to give my tongue easy access to her freshly soiled pussy and tersely told me "Get to work cucky.". Without hesitation, I dove in and began to lick and slurp her's and Ron's combined juices. After about ten minutes, she pushed me off and told me to turn around and lay my head back on the edge of the bed, which I did. She then straddled my head and pressed her pussy to my mouth giving me another wave of juices to swallow. Gwen then bent over and began to suck Ron's cock back to full size so Tine could have her turn.

Within a few minutes Ron was giving Tina a similar treatment to Gwen but different too. When he came in a final grunt he was doing her doggy style while she was sucking on Gwen's nipples. Ron laid back down and Tine positioned herself 90 degrees to Ron with her legs hanging off her side of the bed. With a crook of her finger, I knew what was expected and move to her side of the bed kneeling down to begin cleaning up her messy crotch. As I did my best to lap up her cum, Tina was fiddled with her phone. Then she pressed her free hand against my forehead ******* me to temporary stop and asked "Cucky, do you like the taste of black man's sperm?". "Yes, I do." I said. "Good answer." she said "Now get back to work." and dropped my face back onto her pussy. After about five more minutes, she pushed me away and stood with one foot on the bed. "There, now finish up." Tina said. As she stood over me I lapped up the addition juices that gravity helped into my mouth. She looked at the other two and said "I think we can send him out and finish the night on our own, don't you?" "Yeah" said Ron. "That's enough of a show for tonight."

Later in my bedroom, my phone chimed. It was a video from Tina. It showed me licking her pussy from her vantage point. Then her hand pushed my forehead back showing my cum covered lips, cheeks and chin. She said "Cucky, do you like the taste of black man's sperm?". "Yes, I do." I replied. "Good answer." she said "Now get back to work.". The text of the message said, "Don't ever think about breaking the contract or this video will be widely circulated." Clearly Tina takes the contract seriously and she had just put some muscle behind it.

And so on the few nights that I was allowed, I would lick up the messy pussies all the while I could hear them talking to each other about how good the sex was or the weather or work or whatever. They would just ignore me as I did my clean up chore. Five more months to go. I wonder what else they have in mind for me?

Wow! Really hot! Is there more coming?

Really enjoyed it thanks

Thanks for the comments.
Yes, there's more. 7 chapters total.

.............. so, where's chapter 2 ???

blizzard

If you read through them, the author has posted chapters 1-3.

hjbullet

Good beginning to what looks like a winning story for bulls, hot wives and their cuckolds. It's full of ideas on how to spice things up for them all.

Great work!

Thanks.
I'll post one chapter a week for the next month.
That should give me time to finish my next story.

Chapter 4


As the next few weeks went by, I was occasionally given the chance to clean up a soiled pussy, but seldom allowed to watch and never given any relief. My pleas were usually answered with a "Cucky must earn his reward." from both Tina and Gwen. Ron was pretty noncommittal about the whole thing. He seemed fine with letting the girls run the show. On more that one occasion, one of the girls would coax Ron into bending her over the couch, flipping up her sundress and fucked her right there in the living room while I was trying to watch TV. After they would finish, Ron would leave the room and she would come over to stand above me and and make me clean her right then and there. Not so much as a please or thank you. She would just walk away after I had finished doing my job. True to their word, the ladies didn't see my work as sexual. It was just a job that I had to do. Like human toilet paper.

One evening after my stress of getting no relief was starting to show, Gwen said "You get this and we'll give you some relief." as she gave me a piece of paper with a drawing on it. "I think we should get some tattoos. You and me both. What do you think?" I opened the paper and the drawing was of the Greek symbol for male. It was white and outlined in black except the pointer, normally straight in the upper right was in the lower right and was also smaller with a curved or limp look to it. Above the circle a pair of brown antlers, symbolic of the cuckold horns. "We think you should get it on the underside of your right forearm. That way it's visible but discreet." Tina said.

I wasn't sure what to say so I blurted out: "You said we should both get tattoos. What are you getting." Gwen just smiled and said "You'll find out, all in good time.". Seeing my reluctance, Tina said "I tell you what cucky, you can roll two dice, one red, one green. The number that comes up on the red die is the number hand jobs you get. But the number that comes up on the green die is the number of weeks the contract is extended."

"I don't know." I hesitated. I still had four months on the original contract including the four week extension from the last roll of the dice." "Well Tina said, you could get six hand jobs for the cost of just one additional week." I knew the opposite could be true as well, but I was getting desperately horny and no other options were available. "How big will my tattoo be?" I asked. Only about two inches or so." responded Gwen. By this time I had fully read up on the entire cuckold lifestyle and was more or less accepting my fate. "Okay." I said, "I agree. Give me the dice." Gwen got up and said "Not until after we get our tattoos. Come, I've already scheduled an appointment for both of us and we've only got a few minutes to get there." (I should have known this was well planned.)

At the tattoo parlor, Gwen made sure the female artist knew exactly what was expected and headed off to another room with a male artist. It took a couple of hours and at the insistence of the tattoo artist I had a blindfold covering my eyes that whole time. When finished, she removed my blindfold and with a smile said "There, we're all done." Pointing to my bandaged arm "Now keep it covered for the next two days. And no peeking!". Gwen was already sitting there waiting, so her tattoo must not have taken as long but I couldn't see any sign of it on her arms or her legs below her sun dress. She had me pay for both tattoos and we were heading home.

After we got home, Tina was waiting for us at the kitchen table with the modified contract and two dice, one green and one red. "Was he a good cucky?" Tina asked. Gwen replied "He was very good and has earned the right to roll the dice.". With that Tina gave me both dice and with a shaking hand I rolled both dice on the table. red 2; green 3. "Just two hand jobs at the cost of three weeks." said Tina. "That seems a little unfair. If you'd like, we'll let you roll both dice again, but those will be the final numbers and you'll have to stick to them.". The odds were that I could do better than a two so I agreed and took the dice for a second roll. This time red was still a 2 but the Green was now a 6. "Damn!" I said. Tina said "Hummm...throwing dice really isn't your strong point. Maybe we should try something else next time." Gwen said "At least you have two hand jobs coming. We should do one in two days to celebrate our tattoo reveals. Would you like the other one now?" "Yes please", I said with only a little enthusiasm. Tina took the updated contract to the be locked up while Gwen tied me down and removed my cage. Without any delay or fanfare she started stroking my fully erect penis very fast and within 60 seconds I was ready to spurt. As normal, she let go just as I was at that tipping point and my twitching cock released it's load only to be wiped up with toilet paper and flushed away. Then the usual ice was applied and with my cage back on and locked in place I was untied. From start to finish my hand job was less than 3 minutes. The last thing Gwen did was to put her signature on my bandaged arm so I wouldn't be able to get a sneak peek without it being pretty obvious.

Chapter 5


Two days later the tattoo reveals were about to happen. With Ron and Tina looking on, Gwen said she would go first. She pulled up the bottom of her sundress to reveal a square bandage just above her pussy. She gently peeled off the tape and pulled back the bandage to reveal a large black spade with a golden "Q" in the center. "Nice" said Ron. "I love it." said Tina. Then both Tina and Gwen leaned close to see my tattoo reveal as I peeled back the bandage. It wasn't exactly what I expected. For one thing it wasn't 2 inches long, but closer to 4 inches. Also, instead of being outlined in black, the Greek symbol was outlined with a broad pink border. "This isn't exactly what you showed me!" I protested. "No, but it has a certain accuracy to it, which the other one lacked." said Tina. Before I could respond, Gwen added "To smooth your hurt feelings, how about during this next hand job, we leave your right hand untied. That way you can admire your new tattoo while you bring yourself to a full orgasm instead of the denied orgasms you've been getting." I thought about that for a minute and realized she was right, it did help ease my frustration a little.

Gwen and Tina took me into my bedroom and quickly went about tying me down leaving my right arm free. They then removed my cage and started to encourage me to jack away. They both seemed enthusiastic and cheered me on with chants like "Beat that little thing!" and "Come on Cucky spurt it!". I tried to make it last, but when I looked down at my tattooed arm, I couldn't hold it back and to the cheers of the two ladies, I closed my eyes and came like never before. Then I heard a much deeper voice say "Damn, you said he was small, but I never imagined it to be that small.". My eyes popped open and there was Ron, standing in the doorway holding a video recorder.

"Why in the hell do you want to record this!?" I almost shouted. "Cucky," he said, "this is an important day in your life. Many men don't understand who or what they are until after they have failed in their marriage or tried to have kids. You on the other hand know exactly where you stand in this family unit. I'm happy for you and I'm sure Tina and Gwen are happy for you too." Both Tina and Gwen nodded in agreement giving a quick "Oh yes.". Ron kissed them both and left the room with Tina following. Gwen wiped me off and flushed my sperm down the toilet. She then locked on the cage, finished untying me and walked out without another word. I just stayed laying on the bed for the longest time thinking about what Ron had just said. Everything he said seemed to make a lot of sense.


The weeks went by and things seemed to settle into a comfortable pattern. Each morning, on the way to the shower, the girls would stop by my bedroom and sit on my face to get their morning wake-up cum filled pussies cleaned. Whenever Gwen sat for her cleaning I could look up and see the Queen of Spades reminder just a few inches above my nose. If I went above and beyond my normal assigned chores, I would get rewarded every two or three weeks. In the store, occasionally a customer would ask about my tattoo. But usually, they would just smile, then immediately start whispering into their partner's ear as they left the store. It took a little getting used to, but I'm fine with it now.

One evening Ron, Tina and Gwen told me that they intend to start having ********. But due to Tina's blossoming legal career, they have decided that Gwen would have the kids, at least at first. "What, I have no say in this?" I said. "Basically, no." said Ron. "Look, it's not your fault, it's Darwinian. Since the beginning of time, women have wanted to be bred by the best male available. Given what I was born with compared to what you were born with, can you honestly say you should be the preferred breeding male?" I started to reply but Ron cut me off. "It's not like your not going to be part of the process, you will be." "We want you there to help with the breeding by holding Gwen's legs in the ideal position and giving her and her baby all the positive energy you can. Gwen will need help at birthing classes. And after the baby is born you'll be right there helping to raise it as if it were your own." Gwen added "We all want you to be a positive player in this. We will need your help."

I had to think hard about this but in the long run, I knew it had to be this way. The next evening when I told them I was fully onboard. They all cheered my decision. "Just one more thing." said Gwen "To symbolically prove you've accepted your beta male status, we want you to get a vasectomy. It would make us all feel better knowing that you really are committed to the hierarchy of this family unit." I really couldn't argue against it since I just said I was fully committed to it. A few days later, with Gwen at my side, I got snipped. A month later my sterility was confirmed and I was given a reward release that night. It was the best one yet. From that point on I didn't have to wear the cage. But I was told in no uncertain terms that if I masturbated without permission, it would go right back on. On occasion I was even allowed to masturbate while watching the three of them as long as I didn't make any noise and didn't make a mess.

This is fantastic. Can't wait for the next chapter.

This is an incredibly humiliating story... I love it!!!

Nice humiliated cuckold story hjbullet! Hope to read more!

Chapter 6

Gwen had gone off the pill and her most fertile time was getting close. Ron had abstained from sex for the past week to build up his potency. While Tina and Gwen kept each other entertained every night.

On the first of the three days when Gwen's fertility peaked, we gathered in the master bedroom. After a lot of foreplay, Ron instructed Gwen to get on her back in the middle of the bed with a pillow under her butt. He told me to hold up Gwen's left leg and for Tina to hold up Gwen's right leg. As Ron inserted his cock I was in complete awe. I had never been this close before and it was that much more impressive. He started slow at first then built up a rhythm. After a few minutes he said "You two, start sucking her toes and don't stop until I tell you." As commanded, Tina and I both began to suck Gwen's toes as Ron built up to a furious pace. With a loud bellowing grunt he buried his shaft deep in Gwen who screamed with combined pain and pleasure. After Ron's butt stopped clenching, he lowered himself onto Gwen for a few moments of rest, then got up and told me to take both of Gwen's legs and pull her knees up to her chest. Then he had Tine go down on Gwen to lick her clit with the goal of giving Gwen additional orgasms that would help Ron's sperm to fertilize Gwen's egg. As Tina did her part, I kept on licking and sucking the toes on both of Gwen's feet. I'm sure I heard her come at least two more times. After about 10 minutes, Ron told Tina to stop and told me to stop sucking Gwen's toes but to keep holding her legs in that position for anther 15 minutes. Variations on this theme continued for the next two nights and we were all happy a few weeks later when we heard the sound of someone vomiting in the toilet early one morning. Sure enough testing show Gwen is now truly pregnant with the first of Ron's kids.

Unfortunately, as the weeks and months passed, Gwen was having a rough time with being pregnant. It just wasn't something she was well suited to. So she was restricted from having vaginal sex and giving oral sex was out because it made her immediately puke. Tina was picking up the slack but things took an unexpected turn when Tina had to leave town for a couple of weeks on an important legal case. Ron had gotten used to sex anytime he wanted from two beautiful women, now he had none. But his libido was not slowing down. He tried video chatting with Tina but that didn't work for him so at Tina's suggestion, while dressed in just a robe, he called me into his bedroom. He explained that he had Tina on video chat and he was going to talk with Tina and watch her play with herself while I sucked him off. At the horrified look on my face, he said "I know, I know and I'm sorry it's come to this. We just need to do this. It's not like you haven't tasted my sperm before. Tina's agreed to let you fuck her once after she gets back if you'll do this for her."

I have to admit, that's one heck of an incentive. So with more than a little reluctance I knelt between Ron's legs and opened his bathrobe. There it was, this huge semi-hard black penis that I couldn't help but admire. And so it began. I could get his cock in my mouth when it was still semi-erect but at full hardness, it was a difficult stretch. The best I could do was to keep the head of is cock in my mouth while I stroked him. I tried to vary the speed based on what I was hearing Tina say to him. This seemed to work and within about 10 minutes with his hand on the back of my head he grunted and started to pump out a huge supply of thick semen that I had no choice but to swallow as quickly as I could. Inevitably some escaped and ran down his shaft to collect on his balls. I sucked hard and ran my thumb up the underside of his shaft to get every last little bit. Then I licked the overflow from his shaft and balls. With Ron laying back on the bed I heard him tell Tina "Thanks baby, that was great. We'll have to do this every night until you get back here." When I turned to stand up, I saw Gwen on the chair in the corner of the room. She had obviously just finished fingering herself while she was watching me servicing Ron. She smiled at me and said "I didn't know I would be so turned on by watching you giving head to another man." I'm sure my face must have turned bright red and without a word I quietly stood and left the room.

Each night for the next 2 weeks I would suck Ron's cock while he talked with Tina. Gwen would help by sitting on the bed next to Ron and let him massage her swollen breasts and suck on her leaking nipples. With each passing night I was becoming more and more skilled at giving head. By the time Tina got back I was able to slide Ron's cock completely down my throat without gagging. When Tina gave me my reward for filling in for her while she was out of town, I was so horny I only lasted about 20 seconds, but it was a glorious 20 seconds.

Chapter 7


Three months later, we were rapidly approaching the end of my contracted time. Gwen was showing off her pregnancy very well, though she still couldn't have sex, but was not constantly sick like she had been in the beginning. Tina's legal career was progress nicely, helped no doubt in part with her willingness to take out of town assignments. Ron's and my business was continuing to grow and do well. The apartment was gradually being made kid friendly. Things looked good all around.

One evening we were gathered in the living room to review everyone's day when Gwen brought up the fact that the contract will expire at the end of the week. We all took turns telling our perspective of how things have gone. When it came to my turn, I freely gave my opinion. At the end, I through out the idea of just continuing as we have been, contract be damned. Everyone broke into smiles and laughter. It turned out that everyone was thinking the same thing.

Some long range goals were made including taking up the option to buy the building and do some renovations so after Gwen delivered our first baby we could start to plan for two or three more over the next few years. About that time, Tina will be ready to take the pregnancy plunge. I can see that I'm going to be a very busy nanny and loving it.

Three years later, Gwen had produced two beautiful coco colored kids. A boy named Reggie and a girl named Niome. She also was five months along with her third and Tina was starting to talk about adding to the family numbers. We really needed to start looking for bigger digs.

And for those of you who are wondering, I haven't spoken to my parents since I took their car and crashed it as a teenager. They kicked me out and we haven't spoken since. So I don't know, nor do I care what they think of my situation. On the other hand, Gwen's parents are open minded and very supportive of our chosen lifestyle. They love their grandkids and actually get along very well with both Ron and Tina.

One thing is for certain, Ron and I haven't bet on anything since I lost that Superbowl bet nearly four years ago and I don't think we ever will again.

The end.