Should Have Known Better

It was my birthday and I couldn't have been having a better night out with my lovely wife. We went to one of the nicest restaurants in town where we started off with martinis and then had a fantastic dinner with oysters on the half shell and calamari for appetizers, perfectly cooked beef wellington as entrees and then a sampler platter of their sinfully delicious desserts. A nice bottle of Sine Qua Non syrah made the dinner extra special!

After dinner we went to a local club with a blues band and danced until almost midnight. I could see the sparkle in my wife's sexy, blue eyes and could tell she was getting quite tipsy. As usual, she was getting a lot of attention from the men in the bar. The way she moved her sensual body in the designer jeans, silk shirt with plunging neckline that showed off her ample cleavage, a classy form-fitting vest and a fedora hat guaranteed that all eyes were on her when she skipped onto the dance floor. She was a shameless flirt and loved to dance so she gladly accepted offers to return to the dance floor whenever I was done dancing. I loved watching her shimmy and shake her body sexily as she gazed into the men's eyes playfully. Their eyes told me that more than dancing was on their minds but on this night she was going home with me – the birthday boy.

I finally convinced her that it was time to go home so we could finish this celebration and quickly found us a cab. The cab driver got quite a show as the sexy lady in the back seat nibbled at my ear and ran her hand over the bulge forming in my pants. She leaned over and stuck her tongue in my mouth as she squeezed my balls and said breathlessly, "Somebody is going to get lucky tonight." My gaze went from her cleavage to her smoldering eyes and I wanted to rip her clothes off right there in the cab. By the look on her face, she seemed to be almost daring me to do it. She certainly wouldn't stop me.

Thankfully, the cab pulled up to our house a few minutes later and I threw a handful of cash to the driver as I chased after my wife who was laughing at the wet spot on the front of my pants. "It's your fault," I said as I fumbled with my keys to unlock the door.

"That's not the only thing getting wet," she purred sexily as she squeezed my butt cheek. "Do you want me to put on something sexy or do you want me naked right away?" I couldn't believe how horny this woman could get me.

"Naked, please," I gasped as we stumbled into the hallway and immediately rushed up the stairs to our bedroom. We were both dropping clothes on the stairs and in the hallway so that we were both naked by the time we reached our king size bed. She jumped onto the bed and sat on the end of the bed facing me. Her erect nipples were sticking out like beacons on her large round breasts and her eyes twinkled as she reached a hand toward my erection.

"Is this thing for me?" she asked with a giggle. As her hand wrapped around the shaft, the pre-cum dribbled from the head and over her fingers. I was afraid I might explode in her hand. She released her grip on the shaft and raised her fingers to her mouth and licked some of the cum off her fingers. Then, she extended her arm to me and held her fingers to my lips so I could lick the rest of the cum off. Next, she stuck two of her fingers into her pussy and pushed them in and out a few times and pulled them out and repeated licking her fingers and then holding them for me to lick. Her scent and the heavenly taste made me swoon as I sucked her fingers eagerly.

"Eat me boy," she whispered hungrily. I quickly got on my knees in front of her and brought my lips and tongue to her sopping wet pussy. I fucked her with my tongue and then found her clit and sucked and nibbled as she grabbed my head and buried my face tightly against her cunt. I was surprised when she started orgasming almost right away. She was really worked up tonight! She pulled my hair to lift me away from her sensitive pussy and as I stood in front of her at the foot of our bed with my dripping erection she was gasping passionately and hesitated before saying, "Fuck me!"

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs with her dripping pussy in front of me. I gave her a confused look and stammered, "Your pussy? You want me to fuck your pussy?"

She was gasping in lust and just nodded her head and said in a husky, slurred voice, "Yes, fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard."

My brain was overloaded with a moment of panic but lust took over and I reached for her legs to pull her to the end of the bed and put a leg over each of my shoulders. In four short, but powerful strokes later, it was all over as I ejaculated wildly into her hot, wet pussy.

"Oh my, that was quick," she said with surprise. "I almost forgot what a short fuse you have." She pulled me onto the bed with her and we snuggled under the blanket with our heads on the same pillow. "Did you have a good birthday honey?" she asked slee pily.

"It was the best birthday ever sweetie," I answered lovingly and kissed her on the cheek as we both drifted off to slee p.


The next morning, I came down to the kitchen and could smell the coffee. My wife was wearing silk pajamas and sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and reading her iPad. She looked up with a smile saying with embarrassment, "I had a bit too much to dri nk last night. Dancing always makes me so horny. I guess we got a little carried away."

After pouring a cup of coffee, I sat down at the table with her and took one of her hands in mine and said worriedly, "Are you going to tell him?"

She shrugged and said, "I don't know. I won't lie to him but I don't know if I'll bring it up if he doesn't say anything."

We were talking about her boyfriend, Dan, who she had been dating for the past six months. They were crazy about each other and spent a lot of time together. Sometimes he would hang out with both of us at our house and other times they would go out without me. Many nights she would stay all night at his house and they have even gone on weekend vacations together. Dan embraced our cuckold relationship and his role in that relationship. He probed both of us to understand what we liked and what things were off limits. However, he didn't mind pushing us outside our comfort zone as he tested our boundaries and was pleased to discover that we both had submissive tendencies. One of the things he put in place several months ago was to put Melissa's pussy off limits to anybody but him – including to me. He knew she quit giving me blowjobs years ago when she decided to be the dominant partner in our relationship so he offered her ass for our marital coupling but left that completely up to her. Since she didn't really care for anal sex, my opportunities for penetrative sex were becoming very few and far between. "At least you are small enough that it isn't too bad," she said after we had sex on our last anniversary.

"If he does ask what do you think he'll say or do?" I queried.

"I don't know. He'll probably spank me since I know he likes to do that anyway. He may even spank you. I wouldn't be surprised if you end up back in that chastity device again." I cringed at her words. Dan bought the chastity cage and gave it to me as a present on the day he announced the new rules regarding Melissa's pussy. He would make me wear it for a day or two and after Melissa told him she liked the way I behaved after wearing it he had me wear it for a week. The sexual frustration while wearing it would gradually give way to a submissive haze where all I could think about was the scent of Melissa's pussy and the swell of her cleavage.

"Are you still planning to stay all night with him tonight?" I asked.

"Yes, and don't forget that you promised to pick us up tomorrow morning to take him to the airport. I can't believe he is going to be gone for a whole month. I wish I could go to London with him but then I'd be missing you instead," she said with a pouty look. Then, she gave me a sexy smile and said, "I'm still kind of horny from last night. Your quick little pump didn't satisfy me. Want to eat me before I have to get ready to go?"

We were upstairs in a flash and I had my head between her legs tasting the salty deposit I'd left there the night before. As I took my time bringing her to orgasm, I couldn't help but think about what was going to be in this pussy later today. Dan's large cock would be stretching these same lips that I was lovingly licking and bringing her to screaming orgasms that I could never do myself. She trembled as her orgasm neared and then she arched her back and shouted out her pleasure while holding my face firmly against her sex. When she calmed down and quit gasping, she stroked my cheek that was still between her legs and ran her fingers through my hair lovingly saying, "Thank you darling, that was wonderful." Then she got up and went to shower and get ready for her overnight date with her lover.

I watched the curve of her asscheeks and her beautiful naked body as she walked to the bathroom. As she closed the bathroom door, I reached down taking my erection in my hand and squeezed the shaft and humped against the bed in frustration. I rolled over onto my back and pinched my nipple with the other hand as I brought myself to an orgasm as I listened to the shower water flowing over my wife's body on the other side of the closed bathroom door.

It was later that night when I first heard from her after dropping her off at his house. The text simply said, "He wants you to put on the CB and send a pic so he knows it's on you." I stared at the text for a moment and thought, "He knows."

I waited a few minutes before resigning myself to the inevitable and put on the evil little cage. I took a pic that only showed me from the waist down and proved that I had followed Dan's orders. I sent the text to my wife and got a quick response. "He said don't forget to bring him the keys tomorrow." It took me a while to realize the implications of that statement. He was leaving for London tomorrow and would be gone for a month!

I sent her a text and asked if everything was okay but she never sent me a response. So, I went to bed and had a very restless night of sl eep as I contemplated a full month of sexual frustration in my penis prison.

The following morning I was sitting in my car out front of Dan's house at the agreed time. I decided to just wait in the car since I was reluctant to go inside as I remembered my wife's comment about Dan spanking me. My wife was the first to come out and she looked radiant as she carried her overnight bag over her shoulder. So far, everything looked alright.

She opened the back door of the car so I assumed she would be sitting with Dan on the way to the airport. This was common when we went somewhere together. I always felt like I was their chauffeur when we went out. As soon as she got in the car, I asked, "Everything okay? Was he mad?" At about the same time, Dan came out of the house carrying his luggage for the trip.

"You should open the trunk and help him with his bags. We can talk when we get home." I nodded and could tell she seemed just fine so I jumped out of the car and popped the trunk while greeting him with a smile, "Hey Dan, how's it going? Ready for the big trip?"

He nodded at me and answered a bit more coolly than usual, "Hi Bob. Thanks for driving me this morning." He put his bags on the ground behind the car and left it to me to put them in the trunk and close the lid as he slid in the back seat next to my wife.

"I'm really going to miss you baby," my wife was cooing to her lover as I got back into the front seat.

"Hopefully you got enough loving last night and this morning to hold you for a while," he answered with a smile on his face as I pulled away from the curb. "Besides, we can FaceTime so I can see that beautiful face. There's only a 5 hour difference so we can chat before you eat dinner." She leaned over and put her head on his shoulder and her hand in his lap.

"So Bobby, I hear you had a really nice birthday this year," Dan said with a tinge of menace in his voice.

"Umm, yeah it was really nice. We had a great dinner and even got to hear a good band. It was really nice," I replied while trying not to sound too nervous.

"Dinner and dancing is what you remember the most about the night?" he asked in a surprised tone.

"Well, we did dr ink some great wine and do a lot of dancing," I added hesitatingly.

"Dancing, huh? By dancing you must be referring to when you put your little thing in my pussy." Boom. He just laid it right out there. My mouth went dry and I swallowed as I tried to think of what I should say. I decided saying nothing was probably safest.

He continued, "We both know that a little wine and ***** is bound to turn Melissa into the insatiable sexual ani mal that she is. Not that she isn't being held responsible too. I think the spanking she got last night will be a good reminder to never let you near my pussy again. But you should have known better. You should have reminded her that it was a bad idea and begged her to let you have her ass instead. As horny as she was, and on your birthday, I'm sure she would have let you. Now I'm thinking that maybe her ass should be off limits too."

He let that linger for a bit before he continued, "It seems to me that you must be feeling like you are the man of the house and can just do whatever you want with my girl. Perhaps we can cure that misperception. I want you to go home today and throw away every single pair of men's underwear and then the two of you can go shopping to replace them with women's panties. That way, every time you take off your pants you will both see that you are definitely NOT the man of the house." He turned and looked at her and I noticed in the rearview mirror that she was just nodding her head in submissive agreement. "And when you go shopping today, I want you to make sure it is very embarrassing to our little boy. Understand?" he said directly to her. "People should know that you are not there to shop for you – that you are there to buy panties for your little-dicked husband."

She smiled and said, "I can do that."

"And I will take those keys from you now Bob. I'm assuming you still have it on and it is locked." I nodded my head and fished the keys out of my pocket and put them in his outstretched hand. "Normally, I would leave a key with your wife in case of an emergency but I obviously can't trust either of you so you'll just have to cut it off if necessary. It's going to be a long month for you my boy."

We rode most of the rest of the way in relative silence. As we pulled up to the airport, Dan said, "There's one more thing. I don't want you seeing her naked until after I get back. It will be both of your responsibility to make sure that she is never topless or naked in front of you for the next month. Obviously, that means no sexual contact of any kind between you two. Do you understand?" He directed the question to both of us. We both nodded our heads to acknowledge we understood. "Now come here sweet thing and kiss me goodbye," he said to my wife.

They embraced and shared a passionate kiss as I got out of the car and opened the trunk to retrieve his bags. He came around the back of the car and took the bags from me and gave me a long look. "I still can't believe you did that. You should have know better," he said with a shake of his head. "We'll see how this month goes and then I'll decide after I get back if all is forgiven or if we still need to address this lapse." Then, he turned and headed inside the airport as I stood there – a grown man feeling like a remorseful, chastened little boy.

Remorseful for what? For having consensual sex with my wife. Oh the life of a cuckold....

Great start to the story

Thanks Jify 😁

Dan was really busy the first week he was gone so it was the weekend before he had time to FaceTime with Melissa. He had promised to spend a little time with her so I wasn't surprised when I got home and she was upstairs in the bedroom with the door closed and locked. I could hear his voice over the FaceTime video chat through our bedroom door. I guessed that she was probably undressed since the door was locked. True to her word, she had not let me see her naked the entire week. She wore pajamas to bed and would carry her clothes into the bathroom to change if I was in the bedroom. I never realized how much I enjoyed seeing her naked body until I wasn't allowed to see it.

I stayed as quiet as possible outside the door but I knew Melissa had heard me come to the door. I doubted she cared if I was there or not. Her focus was totally on the man on the small iPad screen. "Put the clamps on your nipples for me." I heard him say. She gasped twice so I imagined that was when the nipple clamps bit down on her sensitive nipples. Next, I heard him say, "Now spank yourself with the paddle until I tell you to stop." A moment later I heard the unmistakable sound of a ping pong paddle echoing off our bedroom walls as it made contact with her ass. After about ten loud smacks and a few gasping "Ohhh" shouts from my wife, I heard him say, "That's enough. Now turn on the vibrator and rub it on your clit to get your pussy nice and wet and ready for my cock."

She giggled and I could hear her say, "It's already ready for you baby." Then I could hear the hum of the vibrator and tried to imagine what she must be doing with it. It wasn't long before she was moaning and I heard him say, "Don't you cum before I tell you. Now get that big dildo and slide it slowly into your pussy ... my pussy." I could hear her gasp loudly as I imagined the large dildo that she had nicknamed "Dan" slid into her pussy. It wasn't long until her moans became quite loud. From the sounds she was making, I could almost see the dildo plunging into her hot and wet cunt. Dan was encouraging her to feel him deep inside of her. This went on for a while until she started groaning urgently, "Ohmigod, I'm going to cum. Please, please, I'm going to cum!" Then Dan granted her permission and told her to cum for him. From her moans you would have thought she was in labor or being tor tured as she shouted out her pleasure. And then it was over as I leaned against the wall of the hallway with my erection trapped painfully inside the cage and gasping from the incredible erotic scene I had just heard.

The next thing I heard was Dan telling her to take the nipple clamps off and to rub her nipples for him. She hissed as I imagined she took each of the clamps off her nipples and then she yelped from the apparent pain as she must have been rubbing her nipples for him. He laughed at whatever he was watching her do and then asked her, "Is Bobby outside the door?"

"I think so. Bobby?" she yelled out with a voice that sounded like she had just finished running a marathon.

I cleared my throat and squeaked back, "Yes dear?" from my place in the hallway.

"Yes, he is out there," she answered her lover.

"Good. Put on your pajamas and then let him in the bedroom," he directed.

A few minutes later she opened the door and returned to the king-size bed. Her hair was messed up and she had a "just-been-fucked" look on her face. The intoxicating scent of her sex filled the air. At the foot of the bed, she had her iPad attached to one of my microphone stands so that the video chat was facing her and Dan could talk and watch her. The paddle, nipple clamps, vibrator and dildo were all laying on the bed but she also had a few more items laying there as well.

"Good evening Bob. I hope you enjoyed listening in as we had video sex tonight," Dan said on the iPad screen. I admitted that it sounded incredible. He said, "Well I want you to get naked now and do it where I can watch." I climbed up on the bed next to my wife and very shyly stripped my clothes away. I always felt odd taking my clothes off in front of anybody other than my wife. When I took my pants off, he said, "Ah, very nice. I'm glad to see the two of you did the shopping I asked you to do. Those panties look very sexy on you," he said with a laugh.

After I stripped the panties off, he could see that my chastity cage was wet from the dribbling I was doing in the hallway and that my little erection was stuffed tightly in the confines of the cage. "Aww, that looks really uncomfortable Bobby. Too bad some people can't follow simple instructions." I just nodded my head embarrassed and tried not to look at him directly. "Now I want you to get up and take that cane your wife has laid out on the bed and she is going to roll over onto her knees and put her head on the bed so you have a really nice target of that lovely ass of hers. You're going to give her three good strokes of the cane and then you're going to switch places and she's going to do the same thing to you. If I don't think it was hard enough then it won't count and you'll have to give another one. Understand?"

I was shocked. I had never spanked my wife before. When I looked at her, she didn't look pleased but didn't hesitate to hand me the cane and to roll over onto her knees and get into position with her forehead on the mattress and ass facing the camera of the iPad. I hesitated and Dan said, "Proceed. Three of them." I put the cane against the cheeks of her pajama-covered ass and then snapped my wrist in three rapid-fire strokes. She had handfuls of the blankets in each hand as she gasped out but after a momentary pause she gathered herself and rolled over and got up from the bed. She put her hand out toward me to indicate that she wanted the cane and it was my turn now.

I got on the bed and got into the same position on the same spot where she had just been kneeling. I could hear Dan speaking through the iPad behind me saying, "Unfortunately yours will be on the bare boy. Go ahead girl. Three just like you got." She didn't hesitate and gave the first stroke with a firm crack. I yelped and almost jumped up from the bed. The second one wasn't quite as hard and Dan said, "You know that one doesn't count, right?" She giggled and then gave two more in the same rapid-fire manner that I did. I was holding my breath and trying not to scream out as I let the flash of pain pass.

Eventually, I rolled back over as my wife climbed back on the bed beside me. "Now I want you to take the cuffs and put one on each of your wrists." He waited until we put the fur-lined cuffs on each of our wrists as he commanded and then said, "You will sl eep with them on tonight and can take them off in the morning. If you have to get up to use the bathroom during the night then you'll have to do it together. You'll be my little prisoners tonight. Pleasant dreams," he said while blowing us a kiss and signed off the video chat.

A few days later, Melissa was waiting for me as I got home from work. Her face was made up beautifully and she was wearing a cute almost knee-length skirt and a cotton, t-shirt type top with no bra underneath and a pair of sexy heels. Her pert nipples were already poking against the material of the shirt that strained over her large, round tits. "We need to go. Dan is waiting for me to call him on FaceTime. Apparently, we're going to go for a ride while he talks to me." I just shrugged my shoulders and wondered what kind of adventure was coming next but all I really could think about was those fabulous boobs in that tight t-shirt. After more than a week in this chastity cage, I seemed to be horny all the time and I thought of little else other than my wife's naked body, and the sound of her voice and the smell of her next to me.

As we pulled away from the house in my car, Melissa called Dan through the video chat and he answered on the first ring. He greeted both of us and complimented my wife on her beautiful look and sexy t-shirt. "Just think Bob, this is the closest you're going to get to seeing her tits this entire month."

I couldn't help but glance over and stare at her gorgeous boobs and the dark nipples that were partially visible through the shirt. "Eyes on the road, mister!" my wife said sharply.

The two of them chatted for a few minutes and Dan told her that he wouldn't be able to stay online very long but he wanted to make sure they got to spend some time together. "Bob, are you missing seeing your wife's gorgeous naked body?" Dan asked me.

"I can't believe how much," My wife was watching me with a big smile on her face. "I guess you don't think about it until you can't have something," I admitted.

"Well Bobby, her safety is in your hands so I want you to keep you eyes on the road and pay attention to your driving. I also was quite serious about you not being allowed to see any part of her naked body so no peeking. Understand?" Dan asked.

"Yes," I responded with anxious expectation.

Then, Dan focused on my wife and told her to play with her nipples through the t-shirt. I could see through my peripheral vision that she was rolling her nipples between her fingers through the fabric of the t-shirt. Eventually, he told her to put both hands under her shirt and to squeeze her large breasts the way he likes to squeeze them. "Be careful that you don't pull your shirt up to high and expose yourself to Bobby. Squeeze them just like I do and imagine it is me." Her eyes were closed now and she was purring as both hands were under her shirt and massaging and squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples.

This went on for some time before he said, "You didn't wear panties did you?"

"No, you told me not to," she gasped.

"Good girl. Now slide your hand under your skirt but be careful because we don't want you to accidentally flash Bobby. That's it – keep squeezing your nipple with the other hand." He waited while she did what he told her and started to play with herself under the skirt. Her lovely scent began to fill the car as the sound of her wetness could clearly be heard as she pushed her finger urgently into her pussy.

I tried not to get into traffic but it was becoming harder as I went through a busy area where traffic had picked up a bit and I'm sure some people caught a glimpse of my wife with her head back against the headrest with eyes squeezed shut and her hand under her shirt. I could feel the pressure from the cage against my trapped erection as I sought a quiet country road to cruise on in private. It was becoming harder to focus on driving with all of the stimulation and distractions happening an arm length away from me.

My wife began to moan as she continued to do whatever she was doing under her skirt and soon she was clearly on the verge of orgasm. Dan was urging her on and then said, "Do it for me babe. Rub your clit. Cum for me. Do it now!" The sounds of her orgasm filled the car as she gasped and moaned for a full thirty seconds as the waves of self-pleasure washed over her.

Dan waited until she calmed down and said, "Smell your fingers and take a small taste." She did what he asked and licked the wetness from one of her fingers. "Now stick your fingers in Bobby's mouth and let him taste you." She did what he asked and I could feel the thick coating of sweetness on my tongue. "Fuck his mouth the way you were fucking your pussy." She smiled and pounded her fingers into my mouth the same way she was just doing to herself. Then she wiped her hand all over my face smearing the saliva and pussy juices everywhere. It was all I could do to keep the car on the road.

Dan thanked her for a wonderful evening and for giving him something to dream about tonight. Then, he signed off.

It was quiet in the car for a short time and then I said, "So, where do you want to go to dinner?"

Good story! Thanks for sharing this and hope to see some more soon......
Cuck who loves a creampie.

The following Saturday I was working in the yard when my wife came out on the deck and called for me to come in. She was wearing jeans and a half shirt like you see at the gym. Normally, I would assume she was horny and wanted my head between her legs and maybe a handjob for me but I knew not to expect that today. I thought it was a little early to start the grill and really wanted to finish what I was doing but relented and went inside to see what she wanted. When I entered the house, I noticed she wasn't in the kitchen and wandered around looking for her before I heard her yell from upstairs, "I'm in the bedroom." Hmm, maybe she just needed me to help her move something.

As I entered the bedroom, the lights were turned down low and I saw the iPad was on the stand again and sure enough Dan was on the screen. My wife was in the bathroom with the door closed and said, "Take off all of your clothes except for your panties and get on the bed."

I was sweaty from the yardwork and would have preferred to take a shower but I did what she asked and tried to steel myself for whatever game the two of them had in store for me. As I climbed onto the bed in my red satin panties, my wife came out of the bathroom wearing the same clothes but she also had a harness strapped around her hips and thighs and a realistic-looking dildo sticking out of the front of it.

She had a look on her face that was a mixture of excitement and concern for me. "Bobby, we got a package today that was sent all the way from London. Dan sent us this present and wants to see us enjoy it. Isn't that sweet of him?"

I was stunned as I stared at the dildo thrusting out from my wife's hips. I had read about pegging on cuckold sites and always wondered what it would be like but we had never tried anything like this before. Dan spoke up for the first time since I entered the bedroom. "There are some awesome sex shops here in London Bob and when I saw this I just couldn't stop thinking about the two of you. I know you like fucking Melissa in the ass and I thought Melissa ought to try it and see why we like doing it so much."

I was already sweaty but now the perspiration began in earnest. My wife walked over to the bed and seemed a bit more confident. She had her hands on her hips and said, "Why don't you wrap your hands around it and feel it?" I reached out and grasped the shaft and was surprised that it felt heavier and more natural than I expected. I let go as I looked up at her. "It's bigger than you but much smaller than Dan so it shouldn't be too bad sweetie. They say prostate massage is really pleasurable so you may really like it. Hold it with both of your hands and put your lips around the head the way you always wish I would do for you."

Dan said, "Why don't the two of you get in the middle of the bed so I can see you better." We moved onto the bed where she kneeled facing me and I was on my knees and bent forward to do as she asked by taking the dildo in both hands and put the head to my lips.

"Just kiss and lick the head lightly the way I used to do for you." I did as she asked and could taste the latex material. She waited a minute and then started to push my head down to see how much of the shaft she could get into my mouth before I gagged. "That's what Dan likes to do to me," she said with a devilish smile.

She let me up and then told me to get on my hands and knees while she got the lube from the drawer in the bedside table. I made sure not to look at the iPad screen as I got onto my hands and knees in front of my wife's lover's prying eyes. She got on her knees behind me and gave her lover an excited, devilish gleam as she grabbed the panties with both hands and slid them down my thighs and off my legs. I felt the cool lube dribble onto my sphincter and my wife told me to relax as she slid her finger slowly into my tight hole. I leaned farther forward and pressed my face into the bedspread as I tried to prepare myself for what was coming and my wife seemed to take this as encouragement to continue what she was doing. She started to slide her finger into my ass with a bit more enthusiasm as she also squeezed more lube at the point of insertion. She surprised me and I tensed up when she added a second finger but she just shushed me and kept telling me to relax and that she was going to do this slowly and how much I was going to love it. I was definitely not as convinced as she seemed to be.

Finally, I could feel her shift on the bed behind me and felt the head of the dildo pushing at my ass. It seemed very wet so I knew she must have put a lot of lube onto it. However, the amount of lube did not seem sufficient as the head began to stretch my anal opening and popped through the sphincter muscle. She had to press her hands between my shoulder blades as I tried to get up and she pushed my head back on the bed as she kept thrusting the phallus in and out of me. I was gasping and begging her to go slow as she slowly slid just the head in and out of me and then gradually a bit more of the cock until it finally was all the way in. This was the first time Dan had said anything since we started when he clapped and said, "Attaboy, well done Bobby. Now fuck him baby. Feel the power and give your boy the pleasure he wants. Thrust into him the way you like me to fuck you. Make him your bitch, baby." Dan continued to encourage both of us but I became lost in a haze and could no longer hear anything.

She began thrusting into me with wild abandon and only stopped when she realized I was going limp under her. "Are you okay Bobby?" she asked with concern. I just nodded my head and gasped in response. I was surprised to realize that my cock was not erect and the cage hung limply under me but my little cock was still flowing cum like I was having an orgasm. It was one of the most submissive and overwhelming feelings that I could ever remember experiencing as I lay under her. I wondered if this was the way she felt under Dan. Eventually, she pulled me up and leaned forward to press her tits against my back as she leaned in to whisper in my ear, "That was incredible baby. Thank you so much for letting me do that." She was pinching my nipples and grinding her hips slowly against my ass the whole time she was whispering in my ear. Then, she slid one hand down my stomach and kneaded my balls hanging below the cage as she continued to pinch my nipple with the other hand. She did this until she could tell I was calming down from the pounding she had just given me and was starting to get turned on by the new things she was doing. She released my balls and nipple and gently pushed me back down.

After taking two more long and slow strokes into my ass with the full length of the dildo, she withdrew the dildo with a pop that made me immediately feel the emptiness. I didn't know what to do so I just slid myself off of the bed and went to the shower. I stood in the hot water a very long time as I felt like I was floating in space.

By the time I came back out, the iPad was gone and my wife was waiting for me, sitting on the edge of the bed in the same clothes but without the dildo and harness. "Are you okay?" she asked with sincere concern.

I came to her and wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deeply. She pulled me onto the bed with her and we laid down together as she cuddled my head against her breasts like a ch ild . We stayed like that until I eventually drifted off to sl eep.

I like stories where wives follow the orders of their lovers and the husband is humiliated in many ways
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

The next morning, I came down to the kitchen and my wife was sitting at the table having coffee. I grabbed a cup and joined her. She looked up from reading her iPad and watched me as I sipped the coffee. She didn't say anything and then went back to reading again with a barely perceptible smile on her face. Finally, I said, "So, did you have fun last night?"

She quickly slammed her iPad shut and leaned across the table to look me in the eye with a great big smile on her face. It seemed she had been waiting anxiously for me to come down and talk about it. "I LOVVVED it," she gushed. "I couldn't believe how powerful I felt. The only way it could have been better was if I could have actually shot off into your ass." Her eyes twinkled with excitement. I was taken back by her very enthusiastic response and wasn't sure what to say.

"So you think you'll want to do it again?" I asked embarrassedly.

"Definitely," she quickly answered and then paused before adding, "Well, if you want me to do it again, that is."

I looked into the coffee cup in front of me and was having trouble looking her in the eyes as I processed my conflicted feelings about the previous night. I was aware of her cleavage as she leaned over the table and could see her erect nipples pushing against the silk fabric within an arm's length in front of my nose. I wanted to reach out and pinch her nipples and kiss her breasts and throw her on the table and put her legs over my shoulders and fuck her like there was no tomorrow. I wanted to flip her over and take her from behind. I wanted to hear her moan and beg me to fuck her harder and to tell me she was getting ready to cum as she grabbed the edges of the table and arched her back and .......

I blurted out, "I know you're in charge in our relationship and we don't have a 'normal' sex life, but do you feel differently about me after last night? Do you see me as less of a man?" I looked imploringly in her eyes as I bared my soul and waited for her answer.

She took each of my hands into hers and shook her head and with a loving smile on her face she sighed, "Oh Bob .... You know I'll always love you, right?"

She got up from her chair and moved around the table and sat on the bench beside me. She held my hands again and put them in her lap. "I was talking to Dan this morning. It's lunchtime there, you know. Well, we've been chatting some mornings when he has some time. Today, we were both so excited about last night that I couldn't wait to hear what he thought after watching us," she said excitedly. "We actually talked about this exact topic. He asked how you were doing and I told him that I held you until you went to sl eep. I thought it was really sweet that he was worried about you first. Then he asked how I felt and I told him that I loved it and how powerful I felt. He laughed and said he hoped I wasn't expecting to do that with him and I said "Absolutely not" because it wouldn't have been the same with him. I loved it because it was you. Because I was fucking YOU. Because you were offering your ass for me to take. You were mine! I told him it was probably a lot like the feeling he has when he possesses me. So, to answer your questions – Yes .... I do feel differently about you after last night and I don't think I could ever see you quite the same way again. And, Yes, I guess in some way I do see you as less of a man. At least as compared to the way I see someone like Dan. But ... I see you different in a loving, passionate way that I can't imagine seeing anybody else ever. You are MINE and I LOVE it."

I was stunned and shocked as I heard her words and as the implication of everything she said slowly sank into my brain. However, there wasn't a word she said that surprised me. On one hand, I wanted to run away and hide my head under a pillow and ask myself how I ever allowed my manhood to be so totally stripped away. On the other hand, I could see the love in her eyes and wondered if this wasn't the only way all of this could have turned out. The loving look in her eyes as she shared her most honest and intimate feelings about us was comforting and the only thing I could think to do was to put my head on her shoulder as she put her arm around me and rested her head on mine.

"God, I wish we were allowed to play. I need your tongue on my pussy so bad right now," she sighed as we sat there on the bench together. After a few more minutes, she excused herself to "go upstairs and take care of something" and shrugged her shoulders apologetically as she got up to go to the bedroom and locked the door on her way in. I just stayed in the kitchen drin king my coffee trying to think of something to make the discomfort between my legs subside as I hummed the Bill Withers' song, "Use Me" in my head.

This is a very well-written story. Very strong narrative POV. For us, it emphasizes *********** more than we like. But that's just us, and there is always some element of *********** present, however muted. Great stuff. Have you posted elsewhere?

vahtcpl
Thanks for the feedback. I don't post anywhere in particular. Mostly I write a story here when I get the need to write something to get it out of my system I used to post on other sites back when my wife and i were more active in the lifestyle but that was a very long time ago. I try to reconnect with those experiences and put some of that into every story.

I'm not sure what the word was that you say is "more than we like" but I'm going to assume it is hum iliation because that matches the number of ***** in your post. I definitely understand your point of view because we never had a really hardcore humili ation aspect to our cuckolding except for a brief period when she had a Dom and we were immersed in the BDSM lifestyle. However, it was one of the most intense periods of our lifetimes and as a result the intense feelings of that time tend to infiltrate into the stories I write because of the intensity of those feelings. We still flirt with memories and themes from that time (i.e., occasional spankings, SPH, etc.) and it is still awesome every time we reminisce about the incredible cuckolding experiences we had. I think the fact that I still need to get this out of my system every once in a while is a testament to the intensity of the passion and energy that goes into these relationships. We have always had a very loving relationship and still do to this day - more than 40 years since the day I met her

Several days later, I got a text from my wife to come home early from work. "Dan is waiting for us and we need to go for a drive." I groaned inwardly and wondered what was going to happen next. I had finally come down from the emotions of the other night and was even starting to daydream about someday when Melissa would take me that was again but when she was naked doing it. The discomfort between my legs would quickly end the daydream!

By the time I got home, my wife was already waiting impatiently and told me that I didn't even need to change clothes. As a matter of fact, I should leave my tie on but I could leave the sports coat in the car when we got there. She still wouldn't tell me where we were going but said it was just outside of town.

We drove on the interstate to just outside the city limits when she pointed to the next exit and said, "Get off there. It's just off the exit."

I immediately recognized the exit and knew where we were going. There was a gas station on one side of the exit and an adult bookstore on the other side. I used to come here to buy pornography before it was easily accessible on the internet. I also bought our first adult toys at this store before we could order those on the internet as well.

"Dan's waiting for us there?" I asked confused. "Isn't he still in London?"

"Yes, silly. We're going to FaceTime with him," she answered playfully.

"I'm pretty sure they won't let you have any cameras or video cameras in there," I answered.

"Yeah, Dan told me so we're going to wait until we're in the booth before we FaceTime with him," she said conspiratorially.

"Booth?" I asked surprised.

"You'll see," she said with raised eyebrows as we pulled into the parking lot.

I knew exactly what booths she was referring to. They had video booths where you could watch porn videos. The booths also had holes cut into the walls so that someone in the booth next to you could peek through the hole or stick their penis through the hole if you showed interest. This was commonly referred to as a gloryhole.

As we walked into the store, I saw a scraggly-haired, thin man in his mid-50s sitting at the checkout desk that was raised about two feet off the floor so he could see what was going on throughout the entire store. There were also about a half dozen men strolling around the aisles aimlessly checking out the various magazines, books, vibrators, leather gear and other sexual toys and materials. It wasn't long until everyone in the store was gawking at the hot woman that walked in with me. Her makeup, hair and tight-fitting outfit were clearly appreciated by all. She just smiled giddily and grabbed my elbow to steer me toward the video booths on the far side of the store.

Above the row of six booth doors and throughout the store were signs that said, "No cameras or recording devices of any kind." Melissa guided me to a door in the middle of the bank of doors but before we entered she said, "Pucker up." She was holding a tube of lipstick in her hand and I looked at her like she was crazy. "Just do it," she said exasperatedly. I rolled my eyes and did what she said and allowed her to put the bright red lipstick on my lips. I must have looked quite ridiculous in a white shirt and tie with bright red lips. She did the same to her own lips and then looked around the store to be sure that others had watched her do it. Then, she opened the booth door and said, "Let's see what happens," as she guided me into the booth and closed the door behind us.

We could almost immediately hear the doors on either side of us open and close quickly. Melissa had already dialed Dan on FaceTime and had her iPhone on mute as they traded text messages. "Dan says we should pick a sexy movie and put in plenty of money so we can stay a while." She looked quickly at the available options and picked a video called, "Get Bi Tonight".

There was only one chair in the booth so Melissa sat down as the movie started and we both noticed that the guys in the adjacent booth were already watching us through the holes in the wall. She reached up and pulled me down to where she was sitting and gave me a deep kiss. "I'm so excited. I've never been in one of these places." Her phone dinged quietly and she read the message on the screen.

"Dan says you should get on your knees and we should kiss some more." She held her phone up so Dan could watch what we were doing. After a few more kisses, the first cock popped through the hole in the wall. It was bigger than mine but not huge. He was still mostly soft but starting to come to life. My wife pointed the phone toward the hole so Dan could see and then read the message that popped up. She turned the phone so I could read the message, "Show him how it's done. Let him read this message." In the light from the movie screen, I thought it looked like she might have blushed, but with little hesitation she leaned forward and took the soft cock into her mouth.

She sucked and licked the shaft and head and the unseen man was quickly getting hard. Her phone dinged and she read the message. She smiled, looked at me and just pointed to the semi-erect cock and said quietly, "Your turn."

As I kneeled next to my wife, I was determined to make her happy and did what she told me. Before I started, the hole in the other wall suddenly filled up with another cock sticking through the opening. This guy was already hard and had an upward curve in the shaft. My wife giggled like a kid at an amusement park. As I moved to take her place with the first guy, she leaned the other way and started slowly stroking the new participant while scanning the scene with her phone for Dan in London.

She cooed quietly to me, "That's it Bobby. Suck it the way you used to like yours sucked. See how fast you can make him cum. Come on baby, do it for me." I tried my best to make her proud. I was determined to make her happy. I could tell he was getting ready to cum and heard my wife say, "Dan says to let him cum all over your face." I pulled his dick out of my mouth just as he started spurting and did as she told me and closed my eyes as the jets hit me in the face and forehead. Fortunately, he wasn't a big cummer but I could still feel it dripping down my face and to my chin. I had to wipe some from my eyes. She immediately guided me toward the hole in the other wall and said, "He's ready. It won't take much so Dan says to see if you can take him all the way into your mouth and then be sure to swallow everything." I was beginning to slip into a submissive haze and did what I was told by the enchanting voice over me. We could hear the door open and close as the first happy customer left and moments later it was followed by a new person entering the booth.

She was right about the second guy being ready. Her handjob had brought him near the brink and he didn't last long as I tried to take all of his cock into my mouth. It jerked once and then I almost cho ked as he filled my mouth with his salty offering. There was so much cum that I couldn't swallow all of it and much of it dripped down my chin and onto my silk tie and white shirt. My wife was stroking my hair and watching me with smoldering eyes. I noticed the movie on our screen showed two naked guys on a bed with one giving the other a blowjob as a woman sat in a chair smoking a cigarette and fingering herself while she watched them. My wife reached down and kissed me hard while twisting my nipples firmly between her fingers. She licked her lips to taste the cum that was on my face and in my mouth.

It wasn't long before the first hole was filled again. This time it was a dark brown cock and it was much bigger than either of the others. It was partially limp and was still as large as the first one when fully erect. My wife's eyes lit up and she leaned forward and took it in her mouth. She definitely knew what she was doing as she stroked and sucked and swallowed his entire shaft into her mouth. She was having fun and I wondered if she was thinking of Dan and wishing it was his cock in her mouth. When he was almost fully erect she held it toward me like she was offering me the most awesome toy ever made for me to play with. I tried to do what I saw her doing but she would take it back and show me again how to do it. We went back and forth like this and occasionally we would both suck and lick the big cock at the same time. Once he was fully erect, I couldn't help but be impressed and wondered if he was as big as Dan. My wife was texting with Dan again as I stroked him with both hands while getting my mouth over the head of his cock. She held the phone very close to my face so Dan could get a closeup of the action. "He says you're doing a great job honey and that we can go after this one unless you want to stay longer." She started stroking the large cock with her hand while I took as much of the head and shaft in my mouth as possible. The pre-cum was already flowing and I could hear the sounds of sex from the video filling the booth.

Another penis filled the other hole and my wife said, "Awww, look honey. He's little like you." I wondered if the guy on the other side could hear her. I doubted he would care since she was stroking him with two fingers and her thumb like it was a cute little toy and blowing on it with her hot breath but not putting it in her mouth.
"What a tease," I thought. At least it's not just me that she torments.

I could tell the guy in my mouth was getting close so I started stroking and sucking with vigor and was rewarded with a powerful spray that filled my mouth and covered my face and hair with his sticky mess. He tapped the wall twice in thanks and withdrew his cock from the hole and left right away. I turned toward my wife and she was having fun teasing the little guy sticking through the other hole. His little penis was dripping with pre-cum and twitching between her fingers. "Do you want to suck him off or should we leave him the way I leave you?" I pointed toward the door and we got up and left the booth.

As we walked through the bookstore, I was doing the "walk of shame" and trying to get out of there as quickly as possible. I was wiping my face with my shirt sleeve and tried to comb my hair with my fingers but I knew that I looked a mess. As we got close to the exit, the guy behind the counter waved something in the air and indicated that we should come over. I stopped by the door and waited as my wife went to see what he wanted. He said something to her and she laughed as she took something from him. As we walked to the car, she showed me the $20 gift certificate and said he welcomed us back anytime.

During the drive home, Melissa called Dan and she spoke in hushed tones and looked at me every once in a while during their conversation. When she hung-up the phone, she said, "Dan said I should tell you that all is forgiven and that he will let you out of the cage when he gets back home. Although he still doesn't want me to be naked around you yet."

She seemed to pause so I asked, "Did he say anything else?"

She hesitated further and then said softly, "He asked if I could ever imagine you fucking me again."

This time I waited a moment before asking quietly, "And what did you say?"

She looked at her hands and then with upturned eyes she shook her head from side to side and said, "I told him 'No, I couldn't.' As much as I loved watching you on your knees sucking those guys off and the thrill I got fucking you in the ass, I just can't imagine anyone who is my lover would do those things. I need a real man who will pull my hair, take me like he owns me and fills me with his big cock. I think we both know that's not you. When it comes to being my lover, I just don't ever see you filling that role again." She looked to see my reaction and saw that I was devastated as I drove silently, staring straight ahead. "Oh Bobby, I'm so sorry. It's not your fault. It's me. I'm such a bitch and so judgmental and you do nothing but treat me like a queen. I should never have let it go this far. Can you ever forgive me?"

I drove on staring straight ahead as she waited for me to say something. I was realizing this was exactly what Dan intended and my fate was sealed. Nothing would ever be the same again. Finally, I asked, "Did he say anything else?"

"He also wanted me to ask you if you understand your role in all of our relationship now?" she said softly while putting her hand on my thigh and leaning toward me.

I kept thinking over and over, "Ohmigod, we may never have sex again." She just watched me as I drove in silence thinking about the question Dan had posed to me. After several minutes, I finally said, "I don't know if I understand it ..... but I do accept it as long as you will always love me. I've never seen you happier than you have been this past year. I'll do anything to be with you Mel." Her expression changed from questioning to a warm, loving gaze with a tear in her eye. I added, "This doesn't mean you don't want me to lick your pussy or to be allowed to suck your tits anymore, does it?" My tone was pleading and desperate.

She answered emphatically, "Sweetheart, you will always be my number one. And, god no, it doesn't mean that. I couldn't live without your incredibly talented tongue buried in my pussy and I love it when you suckle on my tits. I feel like your loving mama taking care of her precious boy when I have you there. I will always want your head between my legs and my tits will be our special place to let you reconnect with me when you need it. Okay?" She rubbed her hand between my legs and I could feel her fingers kneading my balls as my penis responded immediately by squeezing against the cage.

She leaned over to kiss my cheek but pulled back quickly and said, "Eww, you're sticky! You need a shower as soon as we get home." The tension was broken and we both started laughing. I drove the rest of the way humming my new favorite song, "If it feels this good getting used .... Then you can Use Me up!"

a damn hot new chapter, thanks for it
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Herboy63

This is turning out to be a very good story. I'll admit after reading the initial post, I was afraid there wouldn't be any follow up. But, to my surprise you did and it has been awesome well worth the wait in between chapters.
Great writing and a very big THANK YOU for sharing your story with us. My very little PeePee is been getting a good workout with my thumb and forefinger reading this good story.

Please keep up your story it is appreciated!!!

Techcuck and eltipo4u
Thanks for the feedback! I've got a little bit left for this story. Hopefully, you'll like the ending.

It was Sunday afternoon and I had a pork shoulder on the smoker and was enjoying a glass of wine with my wife on the deck. She was wearing yoga pants that left very little to the imagination, a tight-fitting t-shirt with no bra and her hair was up in a ponytail. I tried to keep myself busy all day because whenever I looked at her my little dick would start to stir and the cage would remind me of my current sexless status. I had never wore the cage for this long and it was definitely messing with my head. I swung back and forth between being desperately horny to a state of submissive contentment as I hungered for my incredibly sexy wife.

It had been several days since our visit to the gloryhole at the adult bookstore and I was finally emerging from the fog of depravation that the experience had left with me. I could vividly remember being on my knees in the dark room illuminated by the flicker of light and sounds from the x-rated movie with the lingering smell of those that had been there before us as I tried my very best to satisfy the sexual desires of the anonymous cocks waiting for my attention. Mostly I remembered the sly smile on my wife's face as she sat there watching me do her bidding. The same smile she had when telling me how much she enjoyed sodomizing me in front of her boyfriend. The echoes of the conversation with my wife telling me that she couldn't imagine ever having sex with me again kept playing on an endless reel in my head. Strangely, my conflicted feelings were trending toward submissive acceptance. The hum iliation of the situation was actually arousing me and all I could think about now was the chance to prove my worth in her sex life. I wanted to earn the right to be on my knees with my head between her legs bringing her pleasure whenever she wanted it. If I had to suffer for her pleasure then I would do it eagerly and learn to enjoy the suffering.

My thoughts were interrupted when Melissa sighed and said, "What's taking so long? I wish he would text again." Her phone was sitting on the table in front of her and she was tapping her fingers impatiently as she waited for the tone indicating a message from Dan was sent.

"So, what exactly did he say in the last message?" I asked. She had received a text message about an hour earlier and told me to be ready for a FaceTime chat with Dan in a little while. She had already setup the iPad at the foot of our bed and was now just waiting for another text to let us know that it was time to call him. I could only assume he wanted to have more sex games with us since she setup the iPad in the bedroom. I hoped it wasn't a repeat performance with her new strap-on.

"He has someone that wants to meet us and he wants us to FaceTime with them from the bedroom."

I raised my eyebrows, "Someone that wants to meet us?"

"When I was talking to him this morning, he was telling me how horny he was getting. Apparently, watching us these past couple of weeks and not having me around to take care of his needs is starting to get to him," she said with a twinkle. "I told him he needed to go down to the hotel lounge and find a lonely, horny bimbo to take care of him tonight. Frankly, I'm shocked he hasn't done that already but he's been swamped with work."

It should come as no surprise that monogamy is not particularly important to my wife and her views on sex and relationships tend to be very European. If I told her I wanted to have an extramarital affair, she would probably be surprised at first and then very supportive as long as I was open about the relationship and didn't try to hide anything from her. However, I like being totally devoted to my wife and besides, disappointing another woman isn't something I'm anxious to do! I was lucky enough to find a woman that really loves me despite my sexual inadequacies and I am happy to be totally focused on making her happy.

"Interesting that she wants to meet us," I said suspiciously. "And that he wants us to be in the bedroom," I added. "We could chat with them just fine from right her on the deck."

Before my wife could answer, her phone chimed and the text message from Dan came in. "He's ready for us. Let's go upstairs!" she said excitedly. She jumped up and was halfway to the bedroom before I even got out of my chair as I reluctantly followed along.

"Hi Dan," my wife cooed into the iPad screen as I walked into the bedroom. She was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed fully clothed and patted the bed next to her to indicate that I should join her there.

"Good evening," Dan's deep voice rumbled from across the ocean. "Thanks for joining us for a chat. I'd like you to meet Eve. She's a lovely lady from right here in London that I met downstairs in the lounge." We could both see a pretty lady sitting on the couch next to him. She looked to be about 40 with short brown hair and big blue eyes. She wasn't as attractive as my gorgeous wife but still pretty nevertheless. She had a curvy body that was covered by a tight, black cocktail dress with a low-cut that showed off her ample cleavage. Her makeup was a bit overdone for my taste and she had on black fishnet stockings that suggested she was likely in the lounge for the same reason as Dan. She gave us a quick wave and had a curious, shy look on her face.

"We got to talking at the bar and it turns out Eve's husband cheated on her so she came out tonight determined to have some revenge sex herself. I agreed to help her with that if she would agree to meeting the two of you first. I thought she might be interested in seeing what Bobby wears and told her we could start the night with a virtual threesome with Mel. She told me she didn't care what we did as long as she was well-fucked before the night was over." He put his arm around her and winked confidently before asking, "Anything you want to ask them Eve?"

She had a London cockney accent and a voice that was bubbly from the dri nks they had shared earlier. "Dan kept talking about his girl back home and at first I didn't think he was going to shag me until he told me you encouraged him to find someone tonight," she giggled. "Then he told me you were married and your husband was completely fine with the whole thing. I couldn't believe it until he told me about your husband's little willy and showed me the keys to the thing you have locked on him. I've never heard of such a thing and told him I just had to see it. Can I see it?" she asked quizzically.

I was turning red from embarrassment as this woman I never met was asking to see my "little willy" and chastity cage. I already didn't like the direction this chat was taking. I looked at my wife and she raised her eyes impatiently and commanded, "Well, take off your pants and show her."

I stripped off my shorts and Dan said, "Wait Bobby. Show her your pretty panties." I sighed and got up on my knees on the bed so she could see the frilly white panties covering the cage that was bulging underneath the satiny material. Dan continued, "Bobby only wears panties now so he can remember that his wife's pussy is off-limits to him."

Eve looked at Dan with a surprised look on her face and then looked back at me while covering her mouth to stifle a laugh, "Oh my, you all are really kinky aren't you? He doesn't ever have sex with his wife?"

"Actually, his wife doesn't have sex with him because that little thing between his legs can't satisfy her. Isn't that right Bobby?" Dan asked teasingly. I had a miserable look on my face as the hum iliation was growing and I just shook my head side to side to indicate that I knew I couldn't satisfy her. "Who takes care of your wife's insatiable lust now, Bobby?"

"You do," I answered quietly before looking up at the screen and saying a bit louder, "She loves Dan's cock and only has sex with him now." I could feel my ears getting warm as the flush of hum iliation grew.

"Okay, show her what that bulge in your panties is really all about," Dan demanded.

I pulled the panties down to my knees and just looked at the bed as they all gawked at the cage dangling between my legs. I heard Eve's shocked laugh as she said, "Oh my, poor thing." I wondered if she was talking about me or my wife.

My wife decided to get in on the fun and bounced the cage up and down in her hand to show off the locked chastity device. "He really is such a good boy when he's locked up like this and Dan has the only keys to the lock so he gets to decide when Bobby gets released. He looks miserable now but believe me when I tell you that we've never been happier and more content. Isn't that right Bobby?" I looked at her twinkling eyes and even gave a small smile of acknowledgement as I nodded my head in agreement.

Eve was staring at the screen and then looking back at Dan and then back to the screen again. "Ohmigod, I need to get one of those for my little-dicked, good-for-nothing husband. We'll see if that little tart in his office is interested in him after he's locked up!" She slid her hand into Dan's lap and began to massage his inner thigh. Apparently, this was starting to get her hot.

Dan put his arm around her to encourage her to continue and said, "I'll take you to the sex shop in Soho and we'll get him one tomorrow. If he's like Bobby, he'll be groveling at your feet and begging you to beat his ass and forgive his sins before you know it." Dan kissed her again and then said, "Okay Bobby, you can leave the bedroom now. We want to see your hot little wife's body and you're still not allowed to see her naked yet." He explained to Eve, "Bobby broke a rule and, in addition to wearing that cage until I get back, one of his other punishments is that he isn't allowed to see Mel's naked body.

Eve gave another shocked laugh and said, "You all are too much! I love it! Be a good boy Bobby. It was so nice to meet you." I scooted off the bed and pulled up the panties and quickly exited the bedroom. When they heard the door shut, Eve said sexily, "Mmmmm, I can't wait to see her naked. She's gorgeous."

I was listening at the door and could hear Dan say, "Why don't you both get naked so you can see each other." I couldn't hear anything for a minute and was imagining my wife stripping off her t-shirt and yoga pants. In my mind's eye, I could still see the dark areolas of her nipples through the t-shirt and the outlines of her luscious pussy lips pressing against the yoga pants. Oh, to imagine her stripping and exposing herself to the voyeurs on the other end of the line made my little willy painfully uncomfortable in the cage between my legs.

I heard Dan's voice, "Melissa play with your beautiful tits and pinch your nipples like you do when we're together." I couldn't hear much initially, but I could imagine exactly what was going on in there. After a while, I heard a gasp and imagined she must have pinched her nipples very hard like she does for Dan. Then I heard Dan say, "Go ahead Eve. Finger your pussy while imagining that you are sucking on Mel's breasts." Eve's moans could be heard faintly as I strained to listen. Later, Dan said, "Taste yourself Melissa. Now, let me taste your finger Eve. Mmmm, you are as delicious as that beauty on the screen." I heard my wife say that she wanted to see Eve suck Dan's cock. Eve enthusiastically responded that she couldn't wait to finally see what she was only feeling through his pants.

"Oh my!" Eve gasped. "It's so big. It's beautiful!" Moments later I could hear moans and wasn't sure if they were coming from my wife or from Eve. Things were definitely heating up in the bedroom and I desperately wished that I could be there to see them enjoying each other remotely. After another 5 minutes, I heard Eve gasp, "I haven't had someone smack my ass and fuck me hard in a very long time. Will you do that for me now?" Eve's shaky voice sounded like a woman possessed and in desperate need.

"Of course, my dear," Dan answered his lusty admirer. "My love, we are going to sign off here so I can make sure this lady is well-fucked as promised. Why don't you put your shirt back on and get under the covers with the lights off and let Bobby come back in and crawl under the covers to finish you off with his tongue tonight? You've both been very, very good and you deserve a good orgasm." He made a kissing sound and signed out of the FaceTime call.

Less than a minute later, I heard my wife call my name from the dark room, "Bobby, get in here and get your head under these covers and your tongue in my pussy now!" she demanded urgently.

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The next morning we sat at the kitchen table drin king coffee and chatting idly while my wife browsed at nothing in particular on her iPad. We were both still enjoying the afterglow of the night before. I had brought her to many orgasms with my fingers and tongue and every time I started to come out from under the covers she would grab me by the hair and say, "Not yet. Do it again. Slowly," and I would eagerly go back to work. After three weeks of being denied any contact with her pussy, I was in heaven.

"Do you realize that is the longest time I've gone without touching your pussy since we met?" I commented.

"Wow, I never thought about it but I'm sure you're right. I did put out on our second date," she giggled. "And you were always so eager to eat me that I even started stopping by your place after my other dates. That's when I knew I had a keeper," she added playfully. "Just think, back then I thought you were a decent lover and we fucked liked bunnies all the time."

"Yeah, I knew that wasn't going to last long," I responded playfully. "Any woman that would come to my apartment to get oral sex after having sex with a different guy a couple nights a week was unlikely to be satisfied with just me for very long."

"Are you saying I was a slut?" she asked with mock indignation.

I rolled my eyes and we both had a good laugh. "Do you ever miss those days and think about finding another lover other than Dan?" I queried.

"No, Dan wouldn't be interested in sharing me. Hell, he doesn't even like to share me with my husband. Fortunately, his fat cock is amazing and he makes sure I get plenty of it," she said dreamily. She thought for a moment before continuing, "I have been thinking about getting a girlfriend though. I don't think Dan would mind that at all. Especially if we shared her!" Melissa's gaze drifted off as she got lost in her thoughts.
"Watching the two of them last night made me realize how much I'd love it. I so wish I could have been there with them. I kept imagining it was her between my legs last night. I hope you don't mind," she said playfully.

"Of course not," I smiled. "You can fantasize about whatever you want while I'm pleasuring you. Now I know why you couldn't seem to get enough. I thought I was going to suf focate under those blankets!"

She gave a sexy smile and made kissy lips toward me as she continued to daydream. As I was refilling our coffee cups, she asked, "What do you think about Jessica?"

"As a girlfriend?" I responded.

"Yes. We haven't seen her in a while but she's finally separating from that asshole husband of hers and I think she'll be around a lot more." She was talking about her college sorority sister. Jessica is a classy, shy, intelligent accountant with a soft voice and a sexy southern drawl. Mel was Jessica's big sister in the sorority and Jess always looked up to Mel like a real big sister. After college, she ended up marrying the first real boyfriend she ever had and, at first, we would get together often before they eventually moved to the suburbs. Her new husband was very jealous and controlling and he discouraged his wife's relationship with Melissa. He viewed Melissa as a free spirit that was a bad influence on his prim, proper, corporate wife. As a result, Jess only got together with Melissa occasionally when Jess was downtown for business.

"What made her finally decide to leave him?" I asked surprised.

"Honestly, I don't think it was any one thing. She makes most of the money while he spends most of it so I know that was really bothering her but I also think she was getting tired of sitting home in their big house alone while he played golf and hung out with his buddies at the country club almost every night. She said they barely have sex anymore and when they do he expects a blowjob and then hops on for a quick hump and rolls over to sl eep. If it wasn't for the vibrator I bought her, I don't think the poor thing would have enjoyed a good orgasm in years. She told me she's planning to move out one night this week while he's at the country club drin king with his friends. She doesn't deal with conflict very well and just wants to make it as low stress as possible."

"Why doesn't she come stay with us?" I suggested.

"That's really sweet of you to offer honey but she doesn't want to commute from downtown to her office. I do think she will come stay with us on weekends though," Melissa said.

"So, what makes you think she might be open to a more intimate relationship with you? I thought she was pretty conservative when it came to that stuff," I suggested.

"Let's just say a girl knows," Melissa said with a knowing smile. "When we were in college, I walked around the sorority house naked a lot and I noticed her checking me out. Whenever, I caught her looking she would look away embarrassed and get flustered, but I knew she was enjoying looking at me. Whenever she got dr unk, which wasn't often, she always seemed to find a reason to kiss me but then she would catch herself and go home for the night. I'm pretty sure she was a virgin when she got married so we know she hasn't enjoyed a decent sex life yet. My guess is that she will be ready for just about anything."

The thought of my wife seducing her shy, conservative friend started swirling around my brain and I was intrigued! I still couldn't imagine sweet little Jessica getting naked with all the lights on, much less enjoying the types of things that my wife was most certainly imagining the two of them doing together. I remembered seeing Jessica at a pool party and even though she was wearing a bikini she also had on a wrap-around skirt and a matching cover-up. She had beautiful legs and a lithe figure but it was her shy, innocent personality that made her so adorable. Her image was a stark contrast with my wife's high heels, bikini that accentuated her ample cleavage, and sensual personality as the two of them mingled at the party. I had just started dating Melissa and was standing off to the side watching her flirt with everybody when Jess came up beside me and said, "She really likes you. It's different than all the other guys. Whatever you're doing, you should keep doing it. She's really special, you know?" I had looked at Jess and nodded in agreement wondering how much Melissa had told her about our unusual relationship where she visited me after her other dates.

My wife changed the subject and said, "By the way, I don't want you to forget that we need to pickup Dan at the airport this Friday. He gets in late and really wants to sl eep in his own bed so I told him I'd stay overnight with him. You don't mind, do you?"

We both knew this was a rhetorical question, but I always played along and usually was quite sincere when I answered, "Of course not sweetheart. The two of you have a lot of catching up to do," I said with a knowing smile.

"Who knows, he may even unlock you," she offered coyly. "Is that what you want or do you want to suffer some more for me," she said sexily as she cupped my balls through my shorts.

I shivered as I felt her hands on my balls and that made her smile. "Do you want me to suffer some more?" I asked meekly.

She looked deeply into my eyes as she continued to massage and lightly squeeze my balls. The uncomfortable ache of the cage squeezing my growing erection was quickly getting worse. "I don't know. I've loved having you so attentive and submissive these past few weeks. You've been such a good little boy," she cooed as her grip tightened on my balls. A wet spot was forming on the front of my shorts. "I do know how much you like playing with your little thing and you already give me so much," she continued. She seemed to be enjoying herself as she teased me. "I guess it's only fair that while I'm getting fucked gloriously in Dan's bed that you should get to spank your little monkey while thinking about your wife on her knees doing all the dirty things that you've been doing. I won't be sucking as many dicks as you did but he may want to fuck my ass. Think I'll like it as much as you did? Hmmm?"

I felt like I was on the verge of orgasm as she roughly massaged my balls. Her words made me hunger to do anything for her. I couldn't think of anything to say as she kept looking at me with her amused gaze. The ache from the cage was strong and I desperately wanted to remove it so I could release the pent-up frustration that was trapped in my balls. However, the need to please this sultry goddess was even more powerful. "I'll do anything for you ....... Mistress," I gasped.

She smiled. "Mmmmm, I like that. See, you're such a good little boy when you're locked up like this. I think what you really want is to be on your hands and knees with my dildo up your ass, isn't it?" She gave my balls one more strong squeeze and released them. "Well, you'll just have to wait until after Dan comes home and says we're allowed to play again." She leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead and left me sitting there frustrated and desperate as she went to shower and get on with her day.

On Friday evening, I was sitting in the car at the curb of the airport's international arrivals terminal. My wife had gone inside the terminal to wait for Dan to clear U.S. Customs. She was really excited to see him and wore a low-cut sundress that was sheer enough to see the black lingerie she wore underneath. Her outfit was topped off with stiletto heels and a wide-brimmed hat that matched the dress she was wearing. She really did look stunning and I'm sure Dan (and every other red-bloo ded male in the terminal!) was very appreciative when he walked through the exit doors and saw her standing there.

I'd been waiting almost an hour when they finally exited the terminal and walked to the car. As soon as I saw them, I jumped out and opened the trunk and the backseat car door. My wife had insisted I wear a black suit and black cap so everybody would know I was there to take care of Dan. When Dan saw me, he smiled and dropped his bags next to the car for me to take care of as he wrapped his arms around my wife and gave her a big hug and kiss before guiding her into the backseat. I closed the door behind them and got everything in the trunk before scurrying back to the driver's seat and start the drive to Dan's house.

My wife was giddy with excitement and Dan was clearly enjoying her enthusiasm. She couldn't keep her hands off him and was talking a mile a minute. He commented on her sexy outfit and told her his first priority when they got home was seeing the sexy surprise underneath her dress. She lifted the bottom of her dress and flashed him while saying in her sultry voice, "You mean this satin teddy that I bought just for you yesterday?"

He pulled the satin material with one finger to expose her pussy and rubbed her slit with another finger and said, "You're already wet." He smiled appreciatively.

"I missed you baby," she cooed and then swung her leg over so she was straddling him and started kissing him passionately. He finally broke the kiss and told her that they had the entire night to get caught up and she would just have to wait. She faked pouting and sat back on her side of the backseat and said, "I guess Eve already took care of your pent-up frustration. I didn't have anybody here to take care of my mine."

Dan started laughing and said, "It's funny you should mention her. She called me yesterday to thank me for a wonderful time and couldn't wait to tell me that she took the chastity cage I bought for her in Soho and confronted her husband. She told him all about her night with me and then told him he had a choice to make. He could go upstairs and pack his bags and get the hell out or he could put on this chastity cage, lock it, put on a pair of her panties and come back downstairs. She'd be waiting in the living room with a hairbrush to tan his hide or he could walk out the door and never come back."

My wife asked, "So, what happened?"

"Well, it turns out he is just like our little Bobby and came back down crying his eyes out and confessed that he fantasized about being a cuckold and begged her to let him stay and to do whatever she wanted with him. She told him to prove it and bent him over a footstool and proceeded to give him the beating of his life. She said he could barely sit the next day, but he was bending over backwards to do anything and everything to please her. I guess we all helped another couple find happiness. Good job team!" We all got a good laugh at his story.

We pulled up to Dan's house and I ran around the car and opened the car door for them like a good chauffeur. They walked to the house without waiting and I followed a minute later with his bags in tow. As I dropped his bags inside the door, Dan approached me and pulled the keys to my cage from his pocket. "You've had quite a month, haven't you Bobby?"

I nodded my head and looking down said, "Yeah, it was .... really something." I couldn't put any words together to say any more.

He held the keys out to me and dropped them in my hand. "Let's hope we don't need to do anything like that again. Agreed?" I nodded my head but said nothing. "Now go home and relieve yourself while I take care of the heat in that incredibly hot woman that seems to be ready to boil over." My wife ran over and kissed me on the mouth and then grabbed Dan's arm and dragged him to the steps toward his bedroom.


I drove home in a daze as I contemplated taking the cage off for the first time in a month while also thinking about the wild night of sex that was probably already underway at Dan's house. As I pulled up to our driveway, I saw there was a car parked in front of my garage door. As I parked my car behind the Mercedes, the door opened and Jessica got out.

I was confused as I got out of my car and greeted her warmly, "Jessica! We didn't know you were coming. Is everything alright? Mel isn't here right now."

"Hi Bob," she said. With her southern drawl it actually sounded like "Hi Bahhhhb." She looked upset but still had the elegant, innocent demeanor I had always associated with her. "I just got off the phone with Melissa and she told me she was at Dan's place tonight," I was a little surprised Jessica seemed to know about Dan but she was one of my wife's best friends so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. I know girls talk. Jess continued talking in her southern drawl but at a really fast pace like women can do sometimes, "At first, she was going to have Dan bring her home but I insisted she stay there and I would get a hotel. Then, she said it was too late for a hotel and that you would be home any minute and that she would be here in the morning. After the night I've had, I decided she was right ... so, here I am Bob. It looks like you're stuck with me for the evening," she said with a sigh.

"I'm so glad you are here Jessica. It has been way too long since I've had a chance to see and talk to you," I gave her a great big hug and asked, "Let's get inside and get comfortable. Do you have any bags or anything I can carry in for you?" She pulled an overnight bag from the backseat and handed it to me and then she grabbed her purse.

"Are you moonlighting as a limo driver?" Jessica said with a laugh as she checked out my outfit.

I shook my head resignedly and said, "No, Mel thought it would be funny if I dressed like this when we picked Dan up from the airport tonight. You know how my wife can be sometimes."

Jessica giggled and as I opened the door to our house said, "Yes, I know her well. You two are really something." We went in the house and I told her to make herself at home while I put her bags in the guest bedroom. When I returned to the kitchen, she was browsing the wine selection and asked, "Do you have anything stronger? Some bourbon, perhaps?"

I was a bit surprised because I couldn't remember seeing her dr ink liq uor before and asked, "Do you want to mix it with anything or on the rocks?" I walked to the bar in the living room and she followed.

"Rocks, please," she said as she kicked off her shoes and sat in the big leather overstuffed chair. I put a large, round ice cube in two highball glasses and poured a healthy shot of Old Carter bourbon in each of them.

"It sounds like you had a tough evening. Do you want to talk about it?" I asked as I handed her the whiskey and sat on the couch across from her with the other glass.

She took a good sip of the bourbon and winced just a bit from the bite of the alco hol before sighing and saying, "I finally got up the courage to leave that bastard as soon as I got home from work tonight. I was hoping to get in and pack a few bags and get out without any confrontation. Usually, he's at the club and I won't see him until bedtime or later but for some reason he was there tonight. I decided it didn't matter and when I came in the house I told him I was packing my bags and leaving him. He immediately assumed I had met someone and was leaving him for another man. He became enraged and called me every disgusting name in the book. Before I could tell him that I was completely faithful and that I was only leaving because he was such a terrible husband, he said it didn't matter to him because he was getting all the sex he needed from someone else anyway." She stopped and took another long sip of the bourbon before continuing. "I was shocked and asked him who she was but he kept trying to change the subject like he might have told me too much. Then it dawned on me that it wasn't a woman he was slee ping with and asked him if he was doing it with one of the guys at the club. He got very defensive but never denied it. I told him I didn't care who was blowing him as long as it wasn't me and grabbed a few things and got out of there as fast as I could."

"Ohmigosh Jessica! I don't even know what to say," I said sympathetically.

She took another long dri nk of the bourbon and said, "You don't have to say anything Bob but please get me some more of this awesome bourbon."

She changed the subject and asked about my job and before I knew it we were talking like old friends again. The bourbon was definitely making her much more relaxed and soon she was just like the fun, bubbly Jessica I always remembered. Eventually, the conversation turned to Melissa and Jessica asked, "So tell me Bob, how does this thing with Melissa and Dan work? She told me you are totally okay with it and that the two of you have never been closer. I thought it was like the guys she dated when the two of you first started going out in college, but when she said she was staying overnight I realized that it was something more."

I thought about how to answer her questions and wondered how much she knew about Mel's college dates when I was her "after-date date". "Well, you know Mel and I aren't really the jealous types so I'm perfectly fine with her having a boyfriend," I answered somewhat cautiously. The bourbon was also making me feel a bit looser and I kept trying to decide how much I wanted to reveal. Jessica always seemed so innocent and I didn't want to shock her. Plus, it's also really embarrassing telling somebody that your wife has a boyfriend and you are a cuckold ....

"Is it a swinger thing? Do you have girlfriends too?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

"I definitely don't have girlfriends. It's hard enough keeping up with my wife!" I was deflecting a bit and stalling as I contemplated how much to say. "We've always had a really special relationship and I've always encouraged her to feel free to have lovers if she wants to. She probably wouldn't care if I did too but I really don't want to be with anybody but Melissa."

Jessica shook her head and gave me a really sweet look while saying, "You have always been one of the cutest and nicest guys I've ever known. I remember telling her she better be careful and not let you get away or every girl on campus would be after you. She assured me that with your special talents she wasn't going to let you go anywhere."

I looked at her inquisitively and asked, "Special talents?"

Jessica blushed a little bit and said, "You know..." then she made a V with her fingers and wiggled her tongue back and forth between them very sexily.

"Ooooh," I stammered. "Yes, I've always really liked to do that for her."

"Can you believe my soon-to-be ex-husband never once would do ..... that for me?" she said somewhat embarrassed. "He always said it was disgusting but he sure did expect me to do it for him every time he wanted to have sex." She seemed to catch herself and added, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking like this. You're going to think I'm some kind of a floozy. It's just so easy to talk to you and I haven't had anyone but Melissa to talk to in so long."

I assured her that it was perfectly okay and I was glad she felt comfortable talking to me. The she said in her sexy voice, "I shouldn't dri nk any more of this bourbon or you're going to need to carry me to bed tonight. Do you have a light beer?" I jumped up to retrieve the beer and as I was walking to the kitchen she said, "I almost forgot. Melissa said I should tell you to give me the keys. She wouldn't tell me what the keys were for but she said you would show me."

I was glad she couldn't see the shock on my face or that I almost came to a complete stop upon hearing what she said. I was opening the beer as she walked into the kitchen and she looked excited. "Did you get her a new car? Or, knowing you guys, do y'all have a dungeon or something? I wanna see, I wanna see!" she giggled playfully.

I reluctantly reached into my pocket and retrieved the keys that Dan had just returned to me earlier that evening. I looked at the keys momentarily and reached out and dropped them in her outstretched hand before looking into her eyes. "I think she meant these."

"They're too small for a car or a door key so what do they go to?" she asked with a confused look.

I could feel the heat of the humi liation begin to rise in my neck and face but I was also beginning to feel the excitement stirring in my cage at the thought of dropping my pants for this woman. I decided to get it over with as quickly as possible and said, "Ummm, it goes to this." I unbuckled my belt and let my pants drop to my ankles. Then, I grabbed the dark red satin panties and pulled those down to my ankles as well. I stood up straight without looking her in the eyes for a moment and then said, "Melissa likes for me to wear this chastity cage. The key goes to this lock."

Jessica's eyes were as wide as saucers and she had one hand over her mouth as she stared at the cage hanging between my legs. "Oh, for heaven's sake," she exclaimed. She kept looking from the cage and to me. Finally, she said, "So, does she want me to unlock it or what?"

I shrugged and said, "I think she is leaving that completely up to you." I didn't know what else to say. Sometimes my wife is deliciously evil and wonderful all at the same time.

She pointed at my feet and asked, "And the panties?"

I felt a little shaky on my feet as the humi liation of the moment was hitting me in waves. "Umm, I'm not allowed to wear men's underwear anymore. Dan says I can only wear panties now." She looked me in the eye with a mixture of shock and amusement.

"Oh Bob, I just don't know what to say," she shook her head and started to laugh out loud. "It seems everyone around me has a secret life going on that I know nothing about. My husband is probably blowing some other guy tonight, and who knows, he may even be wearing panties himself for all I know. My best friend is spending the night with her lover while her husband is home wearing panties and chastity that she and her lover told him to wear. And I'm sure that I've barely scratched the surface of everything that is really going on around here. I feel like I've wasted years of my life without ever really having a sex life while everybody else around me is doing all kinds of crazy things." She was still smiling but now her eyes were a bit wilder and she seemed a little unsteady.

"Do you want to sit down?" I asked.

"No, I don't want to sit down Bob! What I want is to join the rest of the world and start living my life!" Her smile faded just a bit as her face became more determined. "So, when you say she is leaving it completely up to me are you saying she wants me to either unlock you and have sex with you or to just leave you locked up and not have sex?"

I decided it was time to put it all the cards on the table and see where this night was going to end up. "I think she is giving you the option to do whatever your heart desires. She obviously wanted you to see this because she thought you would get a kick out of it, but she also probably wants you to have whatever crazy night you want tonight. You own the keys tonight so you can choose to remove the cage or to leave the cage on me. That is totally your choice. You can decide this little surprise is enough and we both go to bed and you give her the keys tomorrow and everybody has a good laugh at the surprise you got tonight. Or, you can choose to do more and you will be in total control. You can take it off and we can do whatever you want or you can leave it on and we can do whatever you want – totally your choice."

She looked at me for a long moment and then took a big dri nk of the beer before dropping the keys into her pants pocket. "No, it won't be coming off tonight," she announced. "But I will be finding out about those talents she always raved about," and with a flash of her sexy eyes and a wag of her finger to indicate I should follow her, we left the kitchen and headed for the master bedroom.

Once we were in the bedroom, she shed her clothes at the foot of the bed and reached both arms towards me to embrace her. She kissed me passionately for several minutes. She seemed hungry for the affection and passionate for whatever was coming next. She broke the kiss, ripped my shirt off so that buttons went flying everywhere and said laughingly, "I've always wanted to do that. Now, show me what you've got!" She didn't even bother to pull the covers down as she climbed on top of the bedsheet and pulled me on top of her.

Her body was so different from my wife. Her breasts were much smaller than Mel's and her nipples were just a bit larger than my own. She had a neatly trimmed blonde bush whereas my wife usually went shaved or with a small suggestive strip of dark hair. It was obvious they both spent time in the gym but Jessica's body reminded of a long distance runner or a ballet dancer. She had a tight, round ass and I had a hand on each cheek as I squeezed my hips tightly against hers while biting and sucking her neck as I worked my lips from her earlobes to her throat. My brain was in sensory overload and my poor penis was suffering in the confining cage. However, she wouldn't hear a peep of protest from me because I intended to give her the best oral sex of her life.

I quickly found that the smaller size of her breasts was more than compensated by the sensitivity of her nipples. She was moaning and squeezing the back of my head as I sucked on her rock hard nipple. I was able to get almost the entire boob into my mouth as I sucked on the breast while manipulating her nipple aggressively with my tongue. By the time I did the same thing to the second breast she had her first orgasm. I was shocked at how quickly she had reached orgasm and it was clear she was far from done. "Oh god yes! Now do it," she said as she pushed my head down toward her waiting pussy. I kissed my way down her belly as she kept gentle but firm pressure guiding my head to the place no mouth had ever gone before. She was determined to get the pleasure that had eluded her for these may years. She moaned with pleasure as I kissed and nibbled the lips of her pussy and penetrated her with my tongue. Finally, I trapped her pleasure nub between my lips and began a swirling staccato with my tongue that built into a symphony of desire that built into a crescendo of ecstasy that she shouted out passionately.

It took several minutes for her to catch her breath and then she pulled me down onto the bed next to her and said, "Let's do it again!" She got up on her knees and swung a leg over my head so that her pussy was inches above my face. She looked down at me with lust and desire that had clearly been bottled up for far too long. Without saying a word, she slowly lowered her hips and began rubbing her pussy onto my face and mouth. She gyrated her hips as I stuck my tongue as deep into her as I possibly could. Then she demanded, "Lick me! Lick me and make me cum again!" I did everything I knew to satisfy her and began to worry she might break my nose as she ground her pelvic bone against my face during her continuous orgasms. I held onto her hips as she rode the waves of pleasure until finally she collapsed into a heap next to me and was sound asleep shortly the

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I held onto her hips as she rode the waves of pleasure until finally she collapsed into a heap next to me and was sound asleep shortly thereafter.

The next morning, I woke up to her sucking my nipples. When she saw me open my eyes, she smiled seductively, pulled the blanket down and put her hand between my legs to cup my balls with her small hand. She put one long fingernail between the bars of the cage trapping my penis and lightly ran a nail back and forth on the shaft. I shivered from her touch. "Poor thing. It must be hard being all locked up like this. Can I take it off and look at it?" she asked sexily.

I swallowed hard, "You can do anything you want." The cage was already becoming uncomfortable and I was leaking cum.

She hopped up and retrieved her jeans at the foot of the bed. She fished out the keys from her pocket and crawled back onto the bed between my legs as I lay there watching her. She put the key in the lock and I heard what I'd been dreaming about for these many long weeks, "Click." She removed the lock and then slid the cage from around my balls and off the shaft. The feeling of freedom was incredible as the cool air of the bedroom hit places that hadn't been uncovered in so long. My penis was already half hard as she sat on the bed looking at it.

She didn't say anything at first and just watched it twitching, dribbling pre-cum and slowly growing harder without being touched. Finally, she said, "It's a little smaller than my husband's. Is he big or are you just small?" I don't think she was trying to be cruel and seemed to be genuinely curious about her question. "I don't have much experience, you know," she offered shyly.

"Based on what Mel's told me, mine is kinda small," I said with a little embarrassed look. She just nodded her head like she definitely agreed with my wife.

She hopped back up next to me on the bed and sat cross-legged and naked. I could smell her musky scent and it was making me even harder. "We have to go meet Melissa and Dan for breakfast in a little while but I REALLY want you to do that for me again before we go. Is that alright?" she said with a sexy, sweet smile while stroking my hair and face with her lithe, little fingers.

"Of course," I answered enthusiastically.

Before I could roll over on my side, she pushed me back down and quickly put her knees on either side of my head and her pussy over my face. "I really like it this way," she beamed. "So do I!" I thought happily.

It didn't take long until she was alternating between pinching her nipples and grabbing fistfuls of my hair as she rode my face hard. After her orgasm, she caught her breath and said, "Do you need help putting that thing back on?" I was confused by her question at first but then I realized that we weren't going to have sex. I was going back in the chastity cage. She got off the bed and happily scampered off to the bathroom saying, "We need to hurry or we're going to be late. I should be out of the shower in a few minutes."

As I lay there trying to quickly jerk off before putting the cage back on, all I could think was, "I should have known better!"

***** This is the story of Melissa and Bob, a happily-married, loving, cuckold couple. In Book 1, "Should Have Known Better", we were introduced to Dan, Melissa's dominant boyfriend. He has been guiding the couple into discovering the ultimate cuckold relationship and has finally brought Melissa to realize that her husband's role in her sex life should be limited to what they all know he is meant to be - her submissive pussy worshipper.

In Book 2, we explore Melissa's growing interest in having a female lover, her college girlfriend Jessica, and the interesting dynamics that evolve between the loving couple, Dan and the new girlfriend. Jessica is a very innocent and sexually inexperienced woman that is ready to catch up on lost time as she navigates being in a new relationship with a female while also trying to understand the bizarre cuckold relationship that she has just walked into. Welcome to Book 2! *******

Innocence Lost

It was strange driving to breakfast with Jessica. I'd known her for almost as long as I'd known my wife. She was one of my wife's best friends and her little sister in their college sorority. I was just discovering that her sweet, innocent nature belied a simmering passion hidden beneath that angelic exterior. After the last 12 hours, she was now the only woman other than my wife I'd seen naked or done anything sexual with since meeting my wife. Unlike one of our former presidents, I do consider oral sex as having sex. Most people would rather have penetrative sex but there are some of us that prefer to stay in our lane and do what we do best. As the great philosopher Dirty Harry once said, "A man's got to know his limitations." Making the drive this morning even more surreal, was the fact that we were on our way to meet my wife and her lover for breakfast.

I glanced over at Jessica in the passenger seat and she had a dreamy, content look. She had just experienced her first orgasms from oral sex and it was obvious that she enjoyed it thoroughly. I was thrilled that I got to be her first. It was shocking that a woman her age had never received oral sex. It was no wonder she was leaving her husband. My wife would have gone mad without a tongue regularly servicing her pussy. Since our second date many years ago, I don't think my wife had ever gone more than a week without my head between her legs – she only reluctantly abstained during "that time of the month".

Jessica caught me looking and gave me a smile. We were still giddy with the excitement of the past 12 hours where I had brought her to many orgasms using my lips, tongue and fingers. She had chosen to leave the chastity cage on my long-neglected penis and was more than happy to let me nibble and suck her small breasts and to ride my face like she was using a sex toy. At the same time we were doing this, my wife was across town with her lover satisfying her own neglected pussy after his return from a month long business trip. As usual, it seems my little fella was the only one still being denied sex but honestly I couldn't have been happier right now.

"So, tell me about Dan. Do you like him?" she asked in that sexy southern drawl. She knew about my wife's lover Dan but had never met him.

I paused before saying, "Yeah, I do. He's smart, successful, and really makes Melissa happy."

Jessica waited for more and then said, "But?"

"Not really a but. I guess our relationship can be complicated sometimes," I answered. "I really am happy that their relationship is blossoming so well. And he really appreciates how much Melissa and I love each other. I've never felt he wanted to come between us and he always talks about "our" relationship meaning the three of us. In some ways, it's like we are all married to each other. It's just that he's very confident and expects things to be done his way. He can be very dominant and likes to push both of us at times."

"Push you?" she asked curiously.

"Yeah, like this chastity cage I'm wearing. He bought it for me the day he informed both of us that I wouldn't be allowed to have sex with Mel anymore."

Jessica gasped, "Ohmigod, I ... I had no idea. When she told me how great the two of you were doing, I just assumed it meant your sex life was rocking."

"Well, I guess it is in some ways. I always knew my best talent was my mouth and I get to do that a lot. She is horny all the time. It's kind of a relief that I don't have to worry about disappointing her with sex anymore. Honestly, I think she was perfectly fine with his "no-sex" between us rule. The reason I'm wearing it now is because we broke his rule on our anniversary."

"Y'all had sex?" She was getting really intrigued now.

I nodded my head. "It was great. Well, at least for me. Unfortunately, it had been so long since we did it that I couldn't last very long." I couldn't believe I was telling her all of this but I couldn't stop despite the rising embarrassment. "As soon as we were done, I knew we were going to be in trouble. She only got a spanking but I ended up in this cage for a month. He's also making me wear panties from now on and he made me do some other stuff with Mel." We were pulling into the restaurant parking lot and my wife and Dan were waiting at the door for us.

"He spanks her? She never told me that." Jess said incredulously. "And what "other" stuff did he make you do?" My wife was waving and we waved back. Jessica looked at me with big eyes and said, "I can't wait to hear the rest of this story!" Then, we both got out of the car and walked together to meet my wife and her lover for breakfast.

Once we were seated at the restaurant table, my wife grabbed her friend's hand and said, "Are you doing okay? I'm so glad you finally left that bastard of a husband. I felt terrible not being there for you last night. I hope Bobby was a good host and treated you like a member of the family."

"I don't even want to talk about that asshole of a husband. I'm trying to forget about him and the years of my life wasted. I'm only looking forward now. And Bob was absolutely wonderful." She squeezed my arm with her free hand and smiled broadly at me. Then, she blushed a little before adding, "Y'all must be from Kentucky if that's the way he treats family."

My wife squealed excitedly, "I want all the details! Was Bobby a good boy last night? Did he give you the keys? I just knew the two of you would hit it off!"

"Last night and then again this morning," Jessica said in a conspiratorial voice.

My wife and her boyfriend Dan both laughed loudly. Dan asked, "So, Bobby finally got out of his little cage?"

"No, I've still got the keys," Jessica answered and pulled the keys from her purse before dropping them in my wife's hand.

"Oh Bobby, you poor thing. Are you still locked up?" My wife looked at me with mock concern and I nodded my head. "And you were so excited to finally get home to whack off after being locked up for a month. Don't worry sweetie. I'll let you out as soon as we get home. I may even give you a handjob for being such a good boy." I was relieved when the waitress approached the table and this humiliating conversation was ending. However, it was a short reprieve and as soon as the waitress left my wife wanted to know more details.

Jessica offered in a hushed voice, "Well, let's just say that you weren't exaggerating when you told me how good he was with his tongue. I can't believe it's taken this long to finally feel someone do that to me. It was absolutely wonderful!" I was really happy to hear how much she enjoyed my efforts. Jessica continued, "I feel kind of bad for not taking that thing off of him but to be honest I was so mad at my husband that I felt kind of powerful knowing I wasn't going to be the one on my knees doing oral sex for a change. This time it was going to be for me. After I sat on Bob's face, I felt even more powerful but I was afraid I might suff ocate the poor guy. It just felt so good that I may have gotten carried away." They all laughed uproariously at that and I noticed people looking at our table wondering what could be so funny. "I did take it off this morning because I wanted to see his thing. As you know, I was a virgin when I got married so I haven't seen many penises."

"What did you think when you saw it?" my wife asked.

Jess just shrugged her shoulders, paused for a moment and said shyly, "Like I said, I haven't seen many but it looked kinda small but really cute. Sorry Bob," she added apologetically. "I'm just so mad about wasting so many years having bad sex with that loser husband that I told Bob to lock it back up after I got a chance to see it and sat on his face again for a quickie before breakfast." They all laughed loudly once again.

My wife said, "Honey, I want you to know that you can use Bobby and his wonderful tongue anytime you want. Believe me when I tell you, he will want to do it every bit as much as you. Hopefully, sometime soon we can also get Dan to show you what a treasure he has down there and show you what else you've been missing all these years."

Dan laughed and said, "I feel like some kind of prize pony being shown off."

"You're no pony baby. You are all stud," my wife said sexily to her boyfriend as they brought our breakfast to the table. I noticed Jessica looking at Dan and she seemed to flush a bit.

After saying goodbye to Dan, my wife drove home with Jessica and me. Dan needed to catch up on some errands after being out of town for a month but promised to come by our house the following day. When Jessica said she was going to check into a hotel, my wife refused to take No for an answer and insisted she at least stay with us through the weekend. Jess relented and said she really could use some friends right now and seemed glad to be going home with us.

The ladies decided to sunbathe on the deck that afternoon while I was puttering around the yard and running to refill their glasses of lemonade whenever they ran empty. I was really enjoying finally being free of the chastity cage. My wife was true to her word and removed it as soon as we got home that morning. However, she told me the handjob would have to wait until later since we needed to entertain our guest. I found many opportunities to be on the deck to gaze at the beautiful women lounging there. My wife caught me staring several times and smiled as I turned away like a little boy that had been caught peeping. She would spread her legs in my direction when she saw me coming and eventually took off her top to sunbathe topless. Jessica was too shy to take her top off until Melissa told her "Awww, do it for Bobby. He loves it when I tease him. Now that the two of you got to know each other better, I figure we can both tease him." That was all it took and Jessica beamed at me as she stripped off her top and proudly lay next to my wife exposing herself to my lustful gaze. I was struck once again by the contrast in their bodies. Mel was tanned with large natural breasts and a sexy curvy body that looked like it was taken from the pages of Playboy. Jess was much paler with perky mounds on a lithe, athletic body that reminded me of a professional tennis player.

"So Bobby, can you believe your luck? Two hot babes for you to look at and serve all weekend. You must be one happy, little cuckold," Melissa said wearing nothing but her bikini bottoms and sunglasses.

"My life does not suck!" I replied with a big grin.

"And no cage! You really are a happy boy. I'll bet you have a little chubby, don't you?" my wife giggled. I just shrugged, embarrassed. "Come on and drop your shorts to show us," she teased. I shook my head No but she persisted, "Aww, come on. We took off our tops for you. The least you could do is flash us." I hesitated but couldn't help myself and started to slide my shorts off. "No, no, come over here so we can see it better. It's not like your little guy is big enough that we can see it all the way over there."

She knew the humi liation in front of her friend would likely stir my excitement even more. I reluctantly walked and stood between their lounge chairs and my wife sat up so her head was even with my hips. Jessica sat up on her lounger with an amused smile. "Somebody has a little tent in their shorts," my wife teased. She put her hands under each of her large boobs and pushed them up saying, "Is peeping at our titties making you excited Bobby?" I nodded my head. My wife reached up and grabbed my balls through my shorts. It made the bump in my shorts stand out even more. "Why don't you show us girls what you got, stud?" she said sexily before they both giggled.

I pulled down my shorts and the panties in one swoop and dropped them to my ankles. My penis was already hard and sticking straight out. I was remembering Jessica's words from breakfast, "it's kinda small but really cute." I kept eye contact with my wife to avoid seeing Jessica and increasing the humil iation of the moment. My wife kept up her teasing. "Aww, I thought you liked boobies Bobby. Can't you get a little bigger for us?" She reached up and took my shaft between her thumb and forefinger and slowly and very lightly stroked up and down the shaft. She smiled at me and then winked at Jessica who was watching intently. My wife leaned forward until her mouth was inches from my penis and began lightly blowing her hot breath on the head. It was having the desired effect and I grew just a bit more as the pre-cum began dribbling out of the tip. "Somebody is getting excited," she said. "Do you want to play with it Jess?" my wife asked her friend.

"No, I'm happy to watch and learn," Jess said amused.

My wife removed her fingers from the shaft and caught a drip of cum on her fingertip. She raised her finger to her lips as she stared into my eyes. She moaned, "Mmmmm" as she licked the sticky liquid from her fingertips. She put one finger back on the head of my penis and lightly traced her finger all around the head before catching another drip on her fingertip. This time, she raised her finger, sliding it into my mouth and I sucked her finger as she slowly withdrew it. "Good boy," she purred. "Now, why don't you pull your pants up and go to the grocery store for me. The list is on the kitchen counter. You are going to cook us a really nice dinner tonight." She turned to Jess and said, "He's become a really good cook over the years. I think you'll be impressed! Dan and I always look forward to movie night at our house with dinner by Bobby." She lowered her chair to continue sunbathing as I pulled my panties and shorts back up. Jessica was still sitting on her lounger watching me with a look of fascination as I scampered off to do my wife's bidding.

A short while later, I was in the kitchen chopping vegetables and prepping for dinner. My wife had chosen a menu with lobster tails, asparagus, a light salad, couscous and molten chocolate cakes. Both ladies had gone upstairs to shower after their afternoon of sunbathing and enjoying each other's company. I heard someone entering the kitchen and turned to see that Jessica was the first to come back downstairs. She was looking refreshed and wearing short shorts, a tank top and bare feet. "Can I pour you a glass of wine?" I asked as she came over to see what I was preparing. I had opened a nice bottle of a French white Burgundy and poured both of us a glass.

After some small talk about the dinner menu, Jess watched me preparing dinner before saying, "It's obvious how much you love her when I see the two of you together. She's very lucky." I nodded and said that we were both lucky. She continued, "I haven't really known that many men over the years. I mean there are plenty of work friends and people's husbands and stuff like that, but I pretty much married the first real boyfriend I ever had so I don't know men very well. I always assumed men just acted macho and expected women to do what they wanted so it is kind of odd, and really cool, to be with you these past two days and to see how you are with women."

I smiled at her compliment and said, "There are plenty of guys like me. I guess you just have to know what you are looking for .... And then to train them the way you want them." We both started laughing at this last part and she agreed vociferously.

"But, I also wonder if that is why Melissa likes Dan and guys like him. Do you think women are really looking for someone dominant and virile to satisfy them and someone like you to take care of them?" she asked wistfully.

I shrugged and said, "I guess you should know the answer to that better than me. Dan sure does seem to attract a lot of attention from the ladies."

She nodded, "Yeah, that man definitely has some serious ani mal magnetism but right now I don't want any man telling me what to do. On the other hand, I would love to find out what it is like to have sex with a man hung as well as Melissa says he is."

I laughed and answered, "I'm sure that could easily be arranged if you wanted to!"

Just then, my wife walked into the kitchen looking radiant. She had on a flowery sundress, low heels and her hair was in a ponytail. "What's all the laughing about down here?" she asked cheerily.

Jess looked her over and said, "I didn't know we were dressing for dinner. I don't having anything with me that is pretty like that to wear," she said with a frown.

"I think you look lovely," my wife said to her friend. "However, Bobby needs to go upstairs and change into his waiter outfit before dinner is done cooking. It's on the bed waiting for you sweetie," she said as she kissed me on the cheek. "Pour me a glass of wine?"

I grabbed a glass for her and poured the wine as the two of them went into the dining room. I had already set the table for two and there was a candle burning in between the plates that were set across from each other. As I handed my wife the glass, she asked, "Aren't you eating with us, honey?"

I shrugged and said, "I thought the two of you would rather have a nice dinner together and I'll just stay out of the way in the kitchen."

She gave me a knowing smile and said, "You are such a good boy," and gave me another kiss but on the lips this time.

I ran up the stairs and wasn't surprised to find my Chippendale's outfit on the bed – a pair of black pants, white cuffs, a black bowtie on a white collar and, of course, a pair of black panties. She had purchased the Chippendale's outfit (sans panties) for one of our anniversaries and liked for me to wear it when serving her and Dan dinner or when she would have me dance for her before eating her pussy. I changed into the outfit and put on a pair of shiny black shoes and hurried back to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner.

The ladies were chatting at the dining room table when I brought the bread, olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Jessica put her hand over her mouth in surprise, saying, "O..M..G! The two of you never stop surprising me. That is absolutely precious. You look so sexy Bob!" I twirled around and shook my hips for them.

My wife clapped her hands in appreciation. "Perhaps we'll have him dance for us later," Melissa said teasingly. "I love for him to wear something that sets the mood." She was smiling proudly.

I returned to the kitchen and got the rest of dinner in the oven before bringing the salads and more wine. They were settling into pleasant conversation as two good friends do when they finally get a chance to be together. I could hear some of the conversation but not everything that was being said. As I brought the main course and more wine, Jessica said playfully, "I better be careful tonight. Your husband is trying to get me dru nk again. He might be trying to take advantage of me like he did last night." I was thinking it was the other way around!

My wife chimed in sexily, "Well, who knows? Maybe tonight I'll be the one that takes advantage of you."

That comment seemed to take Jessica by surprise and she just looked at my wife for a moment before laughing flirtatiously saying, "I wish."

I returned to the kitchen to put the molten chocolate cakes in the oven and found a chair to sit in where I was out of the way but could still hear them talking if I strained to listen. I decided to stay out of their way and to only check on their wine glasses periodically for the half hour that the cakes would need to cook.

Their voices had taken a more serious and quiet tone and I heard Jessica ask my wife, "So, why didn't you ever make a move on me in college? All those times I kissed you and the times I was naked in your room?"

Melissa responded softly, "You were so innocent and seemed to shy away as soon as you would kiss me. I just assumed you were embarrassed. And I was always naked around you so I didn't think anything when you were naked with me. I always wanted to touch you but I was afraid I'd lose you as a friend if I overstepped and went too far. Even with the intimate things we did, I thought you might not be happy if I touched you the wrong way." My ears perked at the sound of "The intimate things we did!" I never could get her to tell me what went on in those sorority houses.

Jessica responded in a shy, soft voice that was almost too low to hear, "I guess I ..... I wanted you to make me do it. I was raised in a very strict, religious, southern household. If you made me do it then I guess it wouldn't have been me making the choice. I was afraid I'd be a slut or something if I did dirty things like that. But ..... I would have for you. I would have done anything for you." It sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

I could hear my wife's chair move and she went to the other side of the table and sat next to her friend. Taking Jessica's delicate hand in hers, she said lovingly, "Look at us. All these years yearning for each other but afraid to say anything. Well, as you said this morning at breakfast, we can't look back, only forward." Then, I could hear the soft but distinct sounds of kissing.

This went on for a while before I decided to peek in and check their wine glasses. As I glanced in the room, I could see Jessica straddling my wife's lap as she sat in the dining room chair. They were kissing each other passionately. Jessica began biting my wife's earlobes and neck and my wife partially opened her eyes blissfully and noticed me partially in the doorway watching them. She smiled dreamily at me and closed her eyes again.

The chime of the oven went off and I scurried over to finish making the molten cakes. As I carried the hot cakes on a plate into the dining room, Jessica was still straddling my wife but they were gazing at each other's eyes with passion. My wife looked my way as I entered the room and said, "Mmmm, the molten chocolate cakes! This is one of Bobby's most decadent desserts and they are to die for!"

Jessica reluctantly got off Mel's lap and pulled a chair next to her and rested one hand under her sundress on her inner thigh. I put a plate in front of each of them and with a pleased smile said, "I hope you both love it," and returned to the kitchen with their dinner dishes.

My wife and Jessica both shouted their pleasures and thanks for the delicious chocolate dessert. Then, my wife and Jessica carried their plates with them as they passed through the kitchen and Melissa said, "Bobby, we're going to finish these in the bedroom. I'm going to make Jessica lick the chocolate off my nipples and a few other things I should have made her do many years ago. Thanks for getting these dishes cleaned up," and then as she licked her lips and gave Jessica a lascivious look added, "and I hope you don't mind slee ping in the guest room tonight."

Later that night, after I finished cleaning up everything, I lay in the guest room bed and listened to the passionate sounds of lovemaking as I stroked myself. They both were making sounds that ranged from moans to shouts. You would have thought there was a porn movie being made in my house. It was like a dream come true as I fell asleep while they continued well into the night.

The following morning, I woke up earlier than usual and after slipping on a pair of sweatpants and brushing my teeth, I hurried down to the kitchen to make them breakfast in bed. My wife is usually the first one up in the morning so I knew I needed to get up early if I wanted to surprise them. I made coffee, assembled some bagels and cream cheese on a tray and added some fruit and whipped cream in a bowl. I knocked on the bedroom door softly and waited until I heard my wife say slee pily, "Come in."

As I walked into the bedroom, my wife was sitting up in our king-size bed completely nude and with her hair in a sexy mess. Jessica was lying next to her and pulled up the blanket to cover herself as I walked in. When they saw I was carrying a tray full of coffee and breakfast, they both broke out in big smiles and Jessica dropped the blanket as she sat up next to my wife. It was quite an erotic sight to see them sitting cross-legged, side-by-side wearing nothing but their smiles.

"Good morning ladies. I thought you might need to recharge this morning and whipped up something for you," I said pleasantly. I was going to put the tray down on the bedside table but noticed the dildo, a feather and nipple clamps were already sitting there, so I put the tray on the bed in front of them.

"Awww, Bobby, you are the best," my wife said lovingly. Then she added, "I hope we didn't keep you up all night," and they both laughed happily. I took my cup of coffee off the tray and started to leave the room when my wife suggested, "Bobby, why don't you stay and have breakfast with us? You did all the work. The least we could do is sit here naked and eat it with you." She gave me her best teasing smile. Of course, she didn't have to ask me twice!

I pulled the chair from the corner of the bedroom and sat next to my wife's side of the bed. They both dug into the food and coffee and were very appreciative of my forethought. My wife scooped some whipped cream from the bowl and put it on her nipple that was closest to me and said, "Wanna lick it off?" I quickly leaned over the bed and took her nipple into my mouth and slowly sucked the sweet tasting cream from her breast. She did the same thing to the other nipple and turned toward Jessica and said, "How about you?" Jessica didn't waste any time repeating the task. "What lovely pets you both make. How did I get so lucky?" my wife cooed to both of us. "Bobby, do you mind putting the tray and dishes out of the way? I'd like to put some whipped cream somewhere else and let you lick that too. Okay?"

I quickly cleared the dishes and put the tray on the floor near the bedroom door. My wife had the bowl of whipped cream in her lap and slid down so she was leaning back on her elbows with her legs spread out in front of her. She took a dollop of the cream and put it on her smooth mound just above her clitoris. She gave me a lascivious look and wagged her finger to indicate I should come and get it. I went directly to the whipped cream and then worked my way down to her moistening slit. Jessica was still sitting there watching us as I ran my tongue up and down her pussy lips and then found her pleasure nub and flicked it with my tongue. I could sense that my wife was laying back on the pillows and Jessica followed her so that she was laying partially on top of her as they began kissing passionately. I kept working at pleasuring my wife and listened to the sounds of her moaning and their kissing. It didn't take long before my wife had one hand on the back of my head pulling my face firmly against her sex. She arched her back and broke the kiss with Jessica as she screamed out an orgasm. She pushed my head away when her clit became too sensitive and Jessica returned to kissing her again.

"Bobby, come lay up here with us," my wife said softly. With my sweatpants still on, I shimmied up the bed and lay between the ladies where my wife indicated. My wife reached across me and grabbed one of her friend's nipples and twisted it with just a little pressure. "Jess, I want to see you sit on his face. Be the powerful woman that you are." She pulled her friend toward her and they were kissing over top of me as I lay on the bed under them. Without breaking the kiss, Jessica swung her leg over me and was straddling my chest. I could feel the heat from her pussy on my skin. She broke the kiss just long enough to move on her knees until her pussy was just above my face. She hovered there as I looked at the blonde hair covering her mound and the beautiful pussy lips that were glistening with her arousal. I wanted to lean forward and begin licking but I waited for her to initiate the act.

My wife rose up to her own knees next to me and grabbed friend's face with both hands as they kissed. She slid the palm of her hand down Jessica's stomach and snaked a middle finger into her pussy just inches from my face. She slid it in and out slowly a few times before thrusting it further up her cunt. Jess gasped in pleasure and my wife slowly withdrew her finger. "Fuck his face," my wife whispered. Jess eagerly lowered her cunt onto my face and I held her hips as I began lapping at her wet opening. She was grinding her pussy against my face and gasping each time I would catch her clit between my lips and suck the hard little nub. Her clit was swelling and I knew she wouldn't last long. Jess had both of her arms around my wife's head as my wife was sucking and biting her nipples. Suddenly, Jessica started moaning, "Oh god, ohmigod, I'm going to cum ...... Oh Gooood!" and she screamed out a powerful orgasm as my wife held her tightly. Her whole body was shaking and her pussy was squirting copious amounts of clear fluid onto my face as I did my best to catch it all.

Once she stopped orgasming, she looked down at me and then Melissa and said, "Ohmigod, I've never squirt like that before. Did I pee on him?"

My wife began laughing uncontrollably before saying, "No, sweetie, you just had a female ejaculation. Although, I bet Bobby would have liked it if you had actually peed on him. Wouldn't you Bobby? You little pervert." My wife noticed the large wet spot on my sweatpants and said, "Okay, I guess it's time to take care of our good little boy, isn't it?"

Jessica removed her pussy from my face and swung around so she was sitting on my chest and watching as my wife pulled my sweatpants off. Her hot, wet, sticky pussy felt good on my skin. "Somebody forgot to put his panties on this morning. Tsk, tsk." I had slipped on the sweatpants quickly and forgot about putting on the panties. Oh well, I'd have to worry about breaking that rule later. She was standing at the foot of the bed and leaned forward and took my very erect penis in her fingers. "We'll have to show Jessica what happens to bad boys some other day, won't we boy?" I shivered at the thought.

She was slowly stroking her fingers up and down the shaft of my penis. Then, Jessica leaned forward and softly wrapped her delicate hand around the head and began a soft caress of just the head while my wife stroked the shaft with a few fingers. With my wife's other hand, she grabbed my balls and began squeezing and kneading them. I was moaning and getting desperate to hold on but I knew I couldn't last much longer. My wife must have known because she began stroking faster and with a bit more pressure and then Jessica matched her pace by massaging the head of my penis more aggressively. It was all too much and I exploded all over Jessica's hand. Usually my wife pulls her hand away when I cum but Jessica kept the same squeezing and rough massage on the head until I completely quit cumming and begged her to stop because the sensation was too much. She released the head and lifted her hand to her mouth and took a small lick of the cum that was coating her hand. My wife smiled at her and pulled her toward her so she could lick a drop off of her lips and they kissed briefly.

My wife hopped up and said, "I need a shower. Y'all are welcome to join me!"

Later that morning, my wife convinced Jessica to take a few days off work and to stay with us while she sorted out where to stay and what to do about the separation from her husband. Jessica appreciated the offer and agreed it would be a relief to have some support around her while she dealt with this upheaval. She asked me if I would go with her to her house to retrieve more of her things. Apparently, her husband spent every Sunday on the golf course and at the country club, so she thought this was the perfect time to collect some belongings. However, she wanted me along just in case. I was a former high school wrestler and earned my black belt before I graduated from college so I wasn't worried about taking care of myself and assured her I'd go with her and she didn't need to worry about anything.

It was about an hour drive to the suburbs so we had plenty of time to chat on the way. Jessica was usually chatty but seemed contemplative as we drove. Eventually, she said, "You know Bob, these past few days have been the most amazing days in my life. Who would have thought leaving my husband would result in the crazy whirlwind I've found myself in. I just can't thank you and Melissa enough for being the best friends a girl could ever hope for." She looked at me with those big blue eyes and her heartfelt appreciation was evident as she leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. I reached for her hand and held it as we drove along. She continued, "Ever since college, I've dreamed of having a night with Melissa like the one we had last night. I really hope that last night was only the start. Do you think she'll want to keep doing it?"

She still had her head on my shoulder as I answered, "I don't think there is any doubt, Jess. She was just telling me the other day that she hoped this would happen. I'm really excited for both of you."

She kissed me on the cheek and sat up in her seat turning towards me, "I'll bet you are. It must be every guys dream to have two women playing with his thing." She had a devilish smile on her face and put her hand on my thigh. "Did you enjoy this morning?" she asked teasingly.

I blushed a little and responded shyly, "Of course. It was incredible."

She continued in her teasing voice, "Most guys with two naked girls would have expected to actually have sex with one of them but you probably liked only getting a handjob, didn't you?" She was rubbing her hand up and down my thigh. I was getting embarrassed and shrugged my shoulders shyly. She was enjoying my embarrassment and continued, "You love being humiliated. You love being told what to do and being for ced to give orgasms knowing that you probably won't get one yourself. You love the teasing and torment and frustration and denial." She cupped the bulge in my pants and squeezed before letting go and leaning back in her seat with a sigh. "I get you. I know. I feel the same way sometimes but I've never had an outlet for it. It's always just been in my fantasies."

I looked over at her quickly. "Really? I would have never guessed. You always are so quiet and innocent but I also know you are very successful and manage your accounting office."

She nodded, "It's different at work. I want to be respected and I'm good at what I do. I may be soft spoken but I don't take any crap from people at work. And to be honest, I don't think I could be that vulnerable and ..... submissive ..... with just anybody. It would have to be Melissa or someone like her. My husband didn't really seem that interested in sex. All he wanted was a quick blowjob and then a quick 2-minutes of thrusting and he rolled over to sle ep. I never could imagine being like that for him." She thought about it for a moment and continued, "When I was sitting on your face the first night, it really did make me feel powerful and I loved that feeling. Thank you so much for that night! But, today when I did it again I was imagining that it was me laying where you were and it was Melissa sitting on my face and that's when I had that really powerful, and very wet, orgasm. I'm really sorry for soaking you," she said a bit embarrassed.

I laughed and replied, "So, it wasn't my expert skills that got you off? It was thinking about Melissa that did it?" We both were laughing and then I added, "And you can squirt on my face anytime you want!"

"So Melissa was right? You really are a pervert! Since I seem to be checking things off the 'Things I've Never Done Before List', maybe I will pee on you someday," we laughed some more and it got quiet in the car for a few minutes. Jessica seemed to be mulling something over and said, "I tried to please her with my mouth and tongue the way you do. I know I wasn't very good at it." She seemed disappointed in herself.

"Awww, Jess, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. I've been practicing for many years and it was your first time. Besides, I'll bet you were doing just fine. By the sounds coming down the hallway, I'm gonna say you were doing great!" I said enthusiastically.

She didn't say anything at first and then blurted out, "I really wish you would let me be the one that does that for her. At least for the next month or two." I was shocked at her announcement and didn't know what to say and looked at her and then back at the highway. She continued, "She really loves you and knows how much you like to do that so I know she'll let you do it when you want but I need to get better at it. I need to do it a lot. If you could avoid doing it then I know she'll let me do it more. And don't worry, I will let you lick me all you want."

She was nervously glancing at me to gauge my reaction. I was trying to process what she was asking me to do and eventually said, "I .... I guess I can try but what if she tells me she wants me to do it? I can't tell her No."
Jess was mulling this over and said, "I know but maybe you can make an excuse or something. I don't know. I probably shouldn't have said anything." We were turning onto her street and she sat up straighter in her seat scanning the driveway of her house up ahead. "It looks like his car is gone. Good." We turned into her driveway and she said, "Just stay in the car and keep a lookout. I shouldn't be too long. If he does come before I'm done, then keep him out here or at least come in and let me know he is coming." I assured her that I would handle things out here and to call me if she needed any help.

While she was inside the house, I thought about what she had just told me and realized I was on the verge of being cuckolded by both of my wife's lovers – a man and a woman! Both wanted to deny me access to my wife's pussy. I couldn't believe it. The one thing I loved the most was having my head between my wife's legs and now that was being threatened as well. However, I also couldn't shake the erotic feelings emanating from deep in my mind. Feelings that stirred my lust and eroticized the denial. I tried to justify being cutoff from my wife by Jessica's promise that I would have plenty of access to her pussy and I had just spent the past month forbidden from her pussy by her boyfriend, Dan. How bad would another month or two be? I could feel myself yearning to be snuggled in my wife's arms and suckling on her breasts in one of our private, intimate moments that always made me feel secure and loved.

My daydream ended when I saw Jessica coming out of the front door of her house with two big suitcases. She looked really upset and on the verge of tears. I jumped out of the car and ran to her asking, "Is everything okay?"

I took the bags from her and she said, "I just want to get out of here and as far away from that bastard as possible."

Was he here? Did he do something to you?" I asked.

"No, let's just go," she demanded and got into the car as I put the bags in the trunk.

Once I was in the car and we were driving away, I asked, "What happened?"

She turned to me angrily and seethed, "Apparently, he found my dildo and it must have hurt his little-dick feelings, because he left it sitting on top of a letter he wrote me. He also packed those bags with some of my clothes and apparently burned the rest of my clothes in the patio fireplace. Her face was flush from anger. I'd never seen her angry. She turned to me in her seat and said, "He called me a size queen, whatever that means, and a slut. Until two days ago, I'd never even seen another man's penis or done anything more than let a date squeeze my boobs though my shirt, so I don't know how that makes me a slut. He took everything in my drawers and closet that was made out of silk, lace or looked sexy in any way and burned them up! Then in the same rant he accused me of being a prude and said I was never a good fuck!! Aaaaaagh!" She glared out the front windshield before saying menacingly, "I'll show him what a slut and good fuck I can be." Then, she took a few deep cleansing breaths and tried to get her anger under control.

"I'm so sorry Jess. It sounds like you couldn't get away from that guy soon enough." I said sympathetically.
"The worst part about it is that I've been done with him for so long, and I just stayed for some reason thinking that maybe my life would get better when I knew it wouldn't. I feel like such a fool for letting him get me this angry. I really don't care about him and at least I know it's finally over." She sat there brooding for a long time but she settled down and eventually said, "Bob, thank you so much for coming with me and letting me vent today. It means so much to me. I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you guys enough." Then, she leaned over and put her head on my shoulder like she did on the way to her house and we rode in quiet almost all the way back home.

Right before we got home, Jessica reached for her purse and pulled a hairbrush out. It was a sturdy, wooden hairbrush that appeared to be an antique. She said, "I tossed this in my bag on the way out. It was my moth er's hairbrush." She turned it over in her hand and then ran it through her hair. She looked at the brush in her hand and said, "My ****** used to use this on my backside when I misbehaved. I hated the sight of it when I was younger. She wouldn't stop no matter how much wailing and crying I did until she was good and well done making her point. It was very effective." She put the brush back in her purse and sat there for a moment as I was pulling into our driveway. As I put the car in Park, she turned sideways to look me in the eye and said, "I know you won't always be able to tell Melissa No .... but know this – when you do it, you can look forward to spending some time with me and this hairbrush later."

I was still absorbing the not so veiled threat as I removed her luggage from the trunk and walked with her to our front door. Before we went in, she said with an excited smile on her face, "I can't wait to have dinner with Dan tonight! This should be quite a night!" Her face looked determined. This didn't look like the innocent, sweet woman I knew.