Replaced By Her Ex

CHAPTER 1
I was nervous as I watched her sitting across from me. I hadn't even taken off my jacket when she told me to "sit down .. we need to talk." My suitcase and backpack were still in the entryway to our house and I was weary from the flight home after several days on the road. My weariness was replaced by a sudden surge of adrenaline as the dread crept through my body while I waited for her to begin speaking.

My wife, Sue, was rarely quiet. As a matter of fact, she was more like the stereotypical brash waitress in a diner, or the loud aunt that liked telling about the times she changed your diapers when you were a kid, or the scary schoolteacher that didn't need a whistle to get everyone to shut-up. Some would describe her as aggressive, demanding or ... kind of a bitch. She was my wife, so I didn't usually see her that way. Instead, I saw her good qualities. She knew what she wanted and she usually got it.

That's why the silence as I sat there was making me feel very concerned. She didn't look like she had bad news to tell me, like somebody died or something like that. No, there was a definite simmering anger that was hidden just below the surface. Like an old pressure cooker that was on the verge of boiling and you could see the pot starting to rumble slightly before the steam started whistling through the relief valve on top of the pot.

Her eyes were boring through me as I glanced nervously from her face to her tits. Those tits that I loved so much. My wife wasn't a beautiful woman but she was attractive. Now that we were getting older, her body was beginning to show it. She had put on some extra padding in all the places a woman of her age tends to add it. However, her breasts were still magnificent!

She always knew they were her greatest asset and she used them to her advantage. She described them as 'plushy' and that was a perfect description. When she wore a tight t-shirt, and she almost always wore tight shirts, her cleavage would bulge out of the top like two soft pillows. The swell of her tits under the shirt left little to the imagination. When she didn't wear a bra, like she was right now, her dollar-size nipples would poke against the stretched fabric with the little nub in the center that always seemed to be erect.

"So, how long has this little affair been going on?" she finally spoke.

I looked at her with a bewildered look on my face.

"Mistress Kat!" she seethed in response to my ignorance.

The b1ood drained from my face. How could she know about that? I swallowed hard before answering timidly, "It ... it's really nothing ... Certainly not an affair."

Mistress Kat was a femdom I had met in a chatroom online. We had never met in person and had only communicated through the online messaging system. During my many nights on the road alone, I found it exciting to chat with her after drin_king alone at the hotel bar. I felt like I could tell her anything and had masturbated on many occasions while imagining her doing the things to me that we had chatted about that night. She would always end our chats with "now it's time to go play with your pathetic little dicklet and cum while thinking about me." So, I guess in some way, my wife was right that it was more than an innocent relationship, but I still didn't see it as an 'affair'.

"So, talking to another woman about how you'd like to grovel at her feet while wearing a chastity device for her and eating her pussy is okay?" she nearly shrieked.

I glanced at the floor and could tell this was going to get worse. I looked back at her with pleading, apologetic eyes and said softly, "I'm so sorry honey. It was really all innocent online stuff and meant nothing to me. I was just bored and ... and ... I guess I just wanted to have some fun."

"Well, she sure seems to know all about your 'pathetic little dicklet'," Sue said sarcastically with air quotes. "I guess your 'fun'," more air quotes, "is having some woman tell you what a little-dicked loser you are and how you are good for nothing but eating pussy. Is that it?" she shrieked once again.

My head was swimming in anxiety as I tried to process how this seemingly flirtatious online fun was becoming a major blowup with my wife. How did she find out? I really didn't want to hurt her and started feeling a mixture of defensiveness and being very sorry for hurting her. I shook my head and said, "I'm really sorry babe. I really, really don't want to hurt you and this really is nothing more than some online banter with someone I totally don't know, and will never, ever know."

Sue looked away from me for a moment as her eyes flashed in anger. She took a deep breath to control herself and looked back at me with her arms crossed tightly in front of her. "I just don't understand why you would tell a perfect stranger all these things that get you excited but not tell me. Are you bored with our sex life?"

"No, no," I replied emphatically. "I absolutely love our sex life," I pleaded honestly. We didn't have sex as often as I'd like but when we did have sex it was always good. She loved my face between her legs and allowed me to fondle and suck on her magnificent tits to my heart's desire. On special occasions, she would even allow me a titty-fuck but usually she would just tell me to fuck her after I licked her to orgasm. Since her clitoris was still very sensitive after hir first orgasm, she could usually get another orgasm before I quickly shot my load inside of her.

"Is it because of Jack?" she asked defensively.

Jack was her ex-husband. They were high-school sweethearts and married young. The marriage only lasted three years and Sue always said, "It was only because of the sex that we didn't divorce in the first year." Jack and his three brothers were all well-known among the ladies in town. They were known to be well-hung and quite good in bed. It wasn't just the girls in school that were pursuing them. The women in town had also heard about the well-endowed Clark boys. As a result, the temptation was always around the brothers and being their girlfriend or spouse was never an easy task. Especially, since the brothers had a wild streak that was as legendary as their god-given talents.

Sue always said Jack was the most loving and caring of the boys, but everything is relative when it comes to a wild bunch like that. It was no surprise when she finally had enough and told him to get out. However, after the split, they kept a relatively friendly relationship and, even after she met me, it wasn't uncommon for them to get together for a bootycall - especially after enough alco_hol. We didn't really talk about it when she would be gone for a few hours, or for the night, but she knew that I knew where she'd gone, and we always had great sex the next day.

As a matter of fact, she shared his bed the night before our wedding. When he walked down the reception line after the service, he kissed her on the lips before stepping to me next and saying, "You've got one wonderful woman and I can't believe I let her get away. But, I really do hope you both are truly happy." It wasn't until later that night when she got naked for me that I saw the hickies he had left on her breasts and ass. She laughed and said, "I guess some men just have to mark their territory." Then, we didn't talk about it anymore and consummated our marriage.

Although I knew they continued to occasionally get together after we were married, it was something we rarely talked about. She could tell it turned me on when I knew she'd been with him, and she made sure the sex with me the next day was especially good. I even got a blowjob occasionally! So, since I wasn't a jealous man anyway, I found their private trysts to be a win-win for all of us.

I reached for Sue's hand and said earnestly, "Honey, it's not Jack or anything else. I fucked up and let some silly online chatter turn into something I shouldn't. It shouldn't have happened, and it won't happen anymore. I love you and only want to have sex with you. I don't need or want anyone else." I gazed lovingly into her eyes and hoped she would believe me.

Finally, she stood up and turned her back to me as she walked away. I couldn't help but notice her big, round ass swaying in the tight yoga pants. I didn't see any panty lines so I assumed she wasn't wearing any. I wondered if make-up sex was in my future. If so, I'd do everything I could to please her.

CHAPTER 2

Unfortunately, she didn't show any interest in having sex with me for several days after that confrontation. In fact, she didn't say much to me in general which, as I said before, is a bit unusual. I was finishing a cup of coffee and getting ready to leave for the airport on another business trip when she said from across the table, "I had lunch with Carol yesterday and told her what you did."

I sighed inwardly but tried not to let my feelings show. Carol was her boisterous best friend she met years ago after the breakup with Jack. They were working as waitresses together and hit it off right away. They were even the maid-of-honor at each other's wedding. With their over-the-top personalities, they could take over the room at any party or gathering. Since we spent a lot of time together, I was friends with her husband, Ron, but we really didn't have a lot in common. He was a nice guy and I wondered how he stayed with such an aggressive woman. I'm sure he wondered the same about me.

Sue was leaning back in her chair watching me. She was only wearing a robe and had one leg crossed over top of the other. I thought she looked sexy as hell with her hair slightly messy from the bed and the robe barely covering her big tits and hairy bush. "She said you're an asshole, but you won't believe what she told me about Ron."

I raised my eyebrows in interest as I took the last sip of coffee. Sue continued, "She came home from work early one day. They had cancelled her shift. She walks into the bedroom to change clothes and what does she find? Her husband all dressed up in her sexy lingerie with stockings and heels and all. Apparently, he had just stuck her vibrator up his ass and was getting ready to jerk off."

I stared in disbelief from across the table with a startled look on my face. Sue was still leaning back in the chair relating the story in a nonchalant manner as a look of amusement started to appear on her face. "She told him not to stop on her account and wouldn't let him speak to her while she watched from a chair. When it was obvious his dick wouldn't get hard again, she told him he was pathetic and walked out. The next day, she decided to let the guy hitting on her at work get lucky. She's been fucking him ever since. She hasn't had sex or done anything with Ron since."

I was flabbergasted and told her I couldn't believe it. Then, I started to wonder where this story was heading. Sue removed her crossed leg and put both feet on the floor as she leaned onto the table with both elbows. "I don't want that to be us," she said emphatically. "I can't be wondering if you're out screwing around on me every time you go on another business trip. I've already had a husband that I couldn't trust and I don't want another one."

I leaned forward and held each of her hands in mine and said, "Baby, that will never be us. I adore you and I will make sure that I don't ever give you another reason to think you can't trust me. I promise."

I walked around the table and hugged her shoulders as I stood over her. As I started to lean down to kiss her, she grabbed my balls in one hand and squeezed while saying, "You better not, boy!" Then, she kissed me and I left for the airport.


When I returned home a few days later, I thought the anger might have passed. My wife seemed cheerful and back to her usual self. "It's nice to see that smile back on your face, babe," I said pleasantly as I kissed her on the cheek while she was busy cooking.

She smiled coyly and turned to face me, "I spent the night with Jack and had lunch with Carol today. It's been a very pleasant ... and fulfilling .. couple of days."

I was surprised at her forthright mention of spending the night with Jack. She usually kept that to herself. I wasn't sure how to respond as she stood there with hands on hips in a confrontational manner. It was clear she was challenging me and wanted to see how I would respond. "Umm, it sounds like you had fun," I replied lamely. Then, in an obvious attempt to avoid talking about Jack, I asked, "Did Carol tell you more about Ron and his crossdressing?"

She tilted her head slightly and folded her arms in front of her. I was afraid the anger might be coming back when she answered, "No, we mostly talked about you."

I tried to be confident as I playfully said, "Me? Well, I hope it was all good stuff."

With arms still folded just beneath her gorgeous breasts, she said in a menacing tone, "I guess that depends on what you consider 'good stuff'. If you think good stuff is talking about how little your little dick is, then yeah. Or, if you think talking about how I'd much rather fuck Jack than you, then yeah it was all good stuff."

I could see the anger had definitely NOT passed and tried to think of some way to defuse this before she got too heated. On the other hand, she had just dropped a bomb on me. She said she'd rather fuck her ex than me. And, she was telling her girlfriend that I had a little dick!

Before I said something that would inflame the situation more, I decided to walk away. However, she wasn't done talking and said, "What's the matter? I thought you liked women talking about your pathetic little dicklet. Isn't that what she calls it? And, believe me, if she actually saw it, she would definitely call it a pathetic little dicklet. You should have heard Carol laugh when I described it."

I was shocked as I turned back toward her. Her words were cruel and humiliating. Her hands were back on her hips as she stood there challenging, waiting for my response. Seeing none, she continued, "Is it turning you on, hearing me tell you your dick is tiny? Hmmm? Go ahead and pull it out. Show me how much you like being told the truth. How you like hearing your wife tell you that your dick is too small to satisfy her."

Her eyes bore into me and her nipples were poking erect through her shirt like hard little pebbles. "I don't want to," I mumbled dejectedly.

"Why not?" she demanded. "I bet you did whenever she told you to pull it out. Why won't you do it for me?"

I felt wobbly on my legs as I looked at her. My wife could be difficult at times, but she'd never said anything like this to me before. However, I couldn't help but notice that my cock was actually getting hard. I slowly unzipped my pants and withdrew my semi-erect penis.

My wife laughed cruelly, "I knew it. You really do like hearing me tell you your dick is too small." I stood there feeling foolish, standing in the kitchen with my penis sticking out of my zipper while my wife laughed. She walked over to me and lifted the head of my prick with one finger. She bounced it on the tip of her finger saying, "It's not even half the size of Jack's cock." She looked into my eyes to gauge my reaction. Although she had mentioned in the past how well-endowed Jack was, she'd never compared us before. Seeing that I had no comment and my erection was growing, she continued, "Now that I know how much you like it, you can be sure I'll talk about your little dicklet a lot more ... and so will Carol. She was eating French fries at lunch and wiggled one saying 'look at little small fry' when we were talking about your little dick. That's going to be our pet name for you from now on – Small Fry."

She flicked my penis off her fingertip and returned to the stove to continue making dinner. I assumed that meant our little talk was over, so I stuffed my erection back in my pants and went upstairs to change clothes. I briefly thought about a quick jerk off but decided to wait until later.

When I came back down, dinner was on the table and Sue was on the phone talking to Carol. They were laughing about my new nickname and then Sue was telling her 'that's a great idea'. After she hung-up and joined me at the dinner table, she had an amused look on her face. "Carol loves your new name." I gave a fake half-smile to let her know I wasn't amused. As we were eating, she said, "Carol had a great idea for how to get you back in my good graces." I looked up from my plate with a hopeful look. "You are interested in getting back in my good graces, aren't you?" she pressed. I nodded my head eagerly and she smiled saying, "Good. Then, plan on the next month being all about pleasing me. You'll do all the household chores when you're home. I'll still cook because I don't want to eat your cooking. You'll give me a massage each night and a full body massage at least once a week. But, don't think you'll get any sex afterward like usual. You won't be getting any sex for a month. My vibrator will take care of me, as always. Of course, Jack can take care of me too."

She was watching me to see my reaction. Once again, she was openly talking about having sex with her ex, so I decided to raise the topic for the first time in our marriage. "So, I was wondering ..." I looked at her with a furtive glance and wondered if I really wanted to open this Pandora's box. Her eyebrows were raised in curious expectation. "Why haven't we ever talked about your ... relationship ... with Jack?"

She seemed surprised by my question, but her face changed to passive amusement as she shrugged her shoulders and replied unapologetically, "I don't know. When we first started dating, you never said anything when you knew I had gone to see him ... especially after I spent some nights with him ... and after we were engaged when you obviously knew where I was going ... well, I guess I assumed you'd rather not talk about it." She paused and considered her next words. Then, she squared her shoulders and said, "Let's be honest. Not many people want to point out to their spouse that they'd rather have sex with someone else. I wasn't just going for the variety. I needed some good sex and, quite frankly, I wasn't getting it at home. He may have been a terrible husband, but he was .. is .. a GREAT lover."

She left the 'and you're not' part of the statement unsaid. It wasn't necessary. It was perfectly clear to both of us. I may have known, or at least assumed, all of these things over the many years we'd been together, but it was still hard to hear it said so bluntly from the woman you loved. I looked at the plate on the table in front of me and suddenly didn't feel hungry. I put the fork down on the table next to my plate and stared at the half-eaten plate of food. My first thought was to jump up from my chair and storm off in a huff, but I also realized that we were finally having a conversation that I'd been contemplating for years.

"So, you've been faking it all these years with me?" I demanded.

She could tell I was upset and tried to soften the blow, but she wasn't going to back down. "No, not entirely ... I love it when you work so eagerly to please me with your tongue and fingers. You've given me many wonderful orgasms that way." She paused and then added pointedly, "But, to answer your question directly ... yes, I've faked many orgasms ever since I've met you. A woman does what she has to do to take care of her man. And, many times that means taking care of his ego."

She shrugged her shoulders. That damn shoulder-shrug again! "I had a fantastic sex life with a wonderful lover before I met you. It's not your fault you had to follow him, but I can't change that fact. After him, it was going to be hard to measure up. I loved that you were so eager to want to please me. Nobody had ever tried so hard. I finally had a man that put me first for the first time in my life." Then, she said in a teasing manner, "Whenever I came home and you knew I'd been with him, you were always so excited and eager to have sex with me. Was it because you wanted to reclaim your wife ... or was it because you wanted to put your tongue and little dick where a bigger man had just been?"

I was a little embarrassed and said, "I dunno ... maybe a little of both?"

Her eyes turned sad when she added, "That's why I was so shocked when I saw the chat window you forgot to close on your computer. I thought I was enough for you. I thought you liked our sex life and were turned on by what we did together. I've had a cheater husband and I can't do it again"

I instantly felt remorseful for hurting her. When we first met, we'd spent many nights talking late into the night about her failed first marriage. I swore I'd never do anything like that to her. She never hid the fact that sex was a big part of her first relationship and deep down I knew that was why I didn't want to say anything about her infidelity. I knew she needed a better lover than me.

"I'm sorry babe," I lamented in a conciliatory tone. "You really are the only woman I ever want and I'll do anything to prove it to you."

She smiled knowingly and said, "Don't worry baby. You're going to get lots of chances to prove it." Then, she added in a more serious tone, "And one more thing ... I don't intend to ever fake it again. Those days are over."

Great start, thank you.
I am now the slave to my ex girlfriend and her new husband.

Excellent! Please, keep going!!!

What a fantastic start, please continue with this story. Thank you for taking the time to post.

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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Nice start.

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CHAPTER 3

She let out a pain-pleasure moan as I kneaded her asscheeks aggressively with my hands in the way she had told me in previous massage sessions. She liked deep tissue massages and I was getting better at working the large muscle groups during the past few weeks. True to her word, we hadn't had any sexual contact during the entire time. Occasionally, while I was massaging her, she would tell me to tell her some more of my fantasies. She wouldn't say much other than to get further clarification about some detil, such as, "So, it's the humil_iation that's the big turn-on when I cuckold you?", or "You would actually get excited if I didn't let you have sex with me after eating my pussy?" Usually, after these sessions, she would make me massage her large breasts or her feet while she pleasured herself with a vibrator. She knew I desperately wanted to eat her pussy but she denied both of us that pleasure. I was also under strict orders that I could not masturbate until the month of penance was complete.

As I moved from her asscheeks to her thighs, she said, "We've talked about your fantasies during these past couple of weeks. Obviously, I need to be stricter and more demanding with you. I never realized how much you needed to be treated like a bad little boy, but Carol told me you weren't that different from Ron."

I wanted to protest. I was nothing like Ron. He was a crossdresser. I decided to hold my tongue and see where this line of conversation was heading. It was starting to give me a hard-on. She wanted to be stricter and more demanding with me? I wondered what that might mean.

"I think we'll give it a try this weekend. Maybe I'll go see Jack first and then, when I get home, instead of having sex with you I'll pull your pants down, spank you and send you to the corner like a bad little boy. The little boy that can't satisfy his wifey so she has to get a real man to do that for him. Would you like that? To have your ass whipped because you have a pathetic little dicklet?" she asked casually.

I would like that very much! However, I just mumbled, "I guess so," in my meekest, little boy voice.

She didn't say anything else and smiled with her eyes closed as I continued massaging her legs. I peeked at the V between her legs but couldn't tell if her pussy was wet. I really wished her legs were spread just a bit more. When I got to her feet, she rolled over and grabbed the vibrator out of the drawer next to our bed. She told me to continue massaging her feet as the vibrator disappeared into her pussy. It was now obvious that her pussy was indeed VERY wet.

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I had a few days to think about Sue's plans for the weekend. She never mentioned it again, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Imagining her spanking me was driving me crazy. I wanted to masturbate so bad that I almost succumbed to the desire many times, but I was determined to go the whole month without letting her down.

Things were getting back to normal around our house and my wife's boisterous personality was coming back. She was enjoying having me do the cleaning, laundry and grocery shopping and, of course, the frequent massages whenever I was home. She kept telling me that she wished she'd known years ago that I liked to be treated this way because she was really starting to enjoy it. There was little doubt I'd be doing more of these things after the month was over.

On Saturday morning, she told me she had errands to run and then she was going to visit Jack. "I want you to make sure the house is spotless and all the laundry is folded and put away before I get home. You don't want me to be mad when you get your first spanking," she warned. She gave me a sexy, taunting look as she asked, "What's making you more excited? The fact your wife is going to get fucked, or that you will be getting a spanking when I get back?" She stepped closer to me and reached for my crotch to see if I had an erection. When she felt it, she smiled and pressed her tits against me through the tight, white t-shirt she was wearing.
I just stood there and didn't know how to answer her question as she rubbed my hard penis through my jeans. My mouth was dry and I was so horny I thought I might cum in my jeans if she kept squeezing just a bit longer. She laughed caustically, "What's the matter baby? Cat got your tongue?" She released my crotch and pecked me on the cheek before adding, "Wait until I tell Jack my little housemaid is home waiting for him to finish fucking me so you can get a spanking. He'll laugh his ass off."

My face flushed in embarrassment when I realized she would be outing me to someone else. She was already telling Carol all about it, and I dreaded having others know – especially her ex-husband, lover. However, I knew it was futile to even ask her not to tell him so I just hung my head in shame as she walked away laughing. I was beginning to regret telling her my fantasies. The humil_iation was real and I wasn't sure it was as exciting as I imagined it would be when I was masturbating or chatting with Mistress Kat. My wife already said some pretty uncomfortable things to me in front of others and now she would feel free to go even further. Until now, her comments were mostly insensitive but not intentionally mean. As I got busy cleaning the kitchen, I regretted my admissions about humil_iation being a turn-on. I could imagine her teasing me in public so others knew about my shortcomings. I found that to be terrifying.

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It was more than four hours later when she returned home. I was pacing the house nervously when I heard a car in the driveway and scampered to peer out the front window. For some reason, Jack was dropping her off. Before I could get away from the window, Jack spotted me and waved with a big grin on his face. I tried to play it cool with a simple nod and wave but I'm sure he could see the anxiousness in my eyes and laughingly acted like he was spanking the air in front of him. I just turned and walked away from the window as Sue playfully punched him in the arm.

A moment later my wife came through the door with a big smile on her face and I could see she was a bit tipsy. I was regretting not having a few beers of my own before she came home. It might have calmed my nerves as I waited for her. She was still wearing the same white t-shirt and jeans she'd been wearing when she left, but she no longer was wearing a bra. Her nipples were popped up like pencil erasers and you could see the dark shade of her nipples through the shirt. Usually, I would be obsessed with wanting to see her tits and suck her hard nipples, but today I was distracted by whatever was coming next. I had expected her to be more severe, or at least dominant, when she came home, but she looked refreshed, happy and ... glowing.

"We stopped and had a few beers at the Pour House," she chuckled cheerily. "We actually stopped there before we went to his place and then again after. I guess I was more nervous about spanking you than I thought I'd be."

The Pour House is a neighborhood tavern near Jack's house where the two of them used to hang out when they were married. We knew some people that still went there and I wondered how many times the two of them had been seen by people we knew. I always assumed she just went to his house for sex. It never occurred to me they might go out in public. Now that her infidelity was out in the open, I was finally seeing things more clearly. I was already missing my blissful ignorance.

Sue walked past me to inspect the kitchen and saw me sneak a glance at her tits. She smiled but didn't say anything at first. After a cursory look, she wagged her finger to indicate I should follow her as she went to the laundry room where she saw that all the laundry had been folded and placed in baskets. She put her hands on her hips as she spun around and faced me. "You didn't put them away? Were you waiting for me to come home and take care of that?"

I started to protest that she always put her own basket of laundry in her drawers and on the closet shelves. She liked things to be in a certain place and I wasn't sure where everything went. When she saw the whiny look on my face, she said with a hint of menace, "Is there something you'd like to say .. small fry?"

My composure deflated as I said softly, "No."

"No what?" she demanded.

I wasn't sure as I said, "No ... ma'am?"

"That's better," she insisted. "Now take off your belt and give it to me. Then, go to the bedroom, take off your clothes and get your ass bent over the bed. I'll be there in a minute."

I quickly unbuckled and removed my belt and handed it to her. Then, I hustled to our bedroom and removed the rest of my clothes. Even with the excitement of what was getting ready to happen, I noticed that my penis was only semi-erect. The anxiety of actually getting spanked seemed to be weighing on my mind more than the fantasy. As I laid facedown on the bed with my feet on the floor, I tried to imagine what the belt would feel like when it impacted my asscheeks. I didn't have long to wait when I heard my wife step into the room behind me. I could sense her standing there.

"Are you ready my bad little boy?" she asked with a hint of uncertainty.

Before I could respond, I heard the belt moving through the air right before I felt it stroke across the tops of my thighs. I yelped from the pain and surprise as I had expected it to hit my upturned ass and not my thighs. Sue giggled nervously and said, "Oops, I missed."

Then, she swung the belt again but not as hard. It hit squarely across both cheeks. Within the next minute, she repeated the short swing of the belt 10 more times with increasing pace. Just as I was getting to a point where it was too hard to continue lying still on the bed, she stopped and sat next to me on the bed. Then, she ran her hand over my upturned, red asscheeks and began to spank me with her hand. After doing this ten times, she said, "Oooh, I really like doing this. Do you want some more with my hand?"

I meekly agreed with, "I guess so" and she proceeded to give me ten more with the palm of her hand. When she was done, she said, "Okay, go stand in the corner you bad boy."

I got up from the bed and noticed my penis was still only semi-erect but it was dripping pre-cum. I scooted over to the corner feeling like a very chastened and punished little boy. I hadn't been spanked since I was 10 years old by my dad. I had broken a neighbor's window and then lied about doing it. He told me the only reason I was getting spanked was for lying. I couldn't help but notice the similarity in my current situation. As I stood naked with my nose against the corner, it sounded like my wife was undressing. I wanted to sneak a peek but I suspected she was watching me. I assumed she was getting ready to stretch out on our bed for another massage and I couldn't wait to give her one. My sub_mission was as high as I could ever imagine and all I had in mind was doing anything and everything I could to please my dominant mistress wife.

"Okay, come to me," my wife said from behind me.

I turned from the corner and saw her lying naked on top of the bed. Her knees were bent and legs slightly spread. Her nipples were still erect on her plushy boobs. Her eyes were sparkling as she said seductively, "I know the month isn't over yet, but I need your tongue on my pussy right now."

I scrambled to the bed and climbed between her legs on my knees. It may have been my imagination, but her cunt seemed a bit more open than usual from the large cock she had just enjoyed a short time before coming home. There were strands of cum matted in the hair of her pussy and the lips of her pussy were wet with their combined juices. Although it had probably happened before, it was the first time I knew for sure that I was actually eating a creampie from her pussy. I always assumed she showered after being with Jack and before we had sex together but now I wasn't so sure. I was tentative at first as I put my tongue at the bottom of her pussy lips and slowly dragged it up the length of her opening until I reached her throbbing clit. When I flicked my tongue across her clit, she moaned and grabbed my head with her hand. She pushed my face into her pussy and then I began eating her with earnest. I don't know if it was my state of sub_mission, the fact that I hadn't been allowed to do this for almost a month, or her cries and moans as I licked her pussy and sucked her clit, but it was the most amazing oral sex experience I could ever remember having with her or anyone. She didn't last long before her orgasm racked her body in convulsions and more of his cum poured from deep within her pussy into my mouth. I kept licking and swallowing her juices until she finally begged me to stop because she was too sensitive to continue.

This was the time she usually told me to climb between her legs and fuck her, and for just a moment I think she was going to, but she caught herself and with a devilish smile said, "Thank you small fry. That was very, very good. Now you can scratch my back and give me a soft massage while I take a nap." Then, she rolled over onto her stomach and closed her eyes while I tenderly ran my fingers up and down her back until she fell into a sound sl_eep.

hb, this is good. Wow !

CHAPTER 4

"Carol invited us for dinner at their house tomorrow night," Sue told me as I rubbed her feet in my lap. We were relaxing on the couch, watching TV with a glass of wine. We had just finished dinner and the smell of garlic was still wafting in the air. Sue had made a delicious shrimp scampi and she even helped me do the dishes afterward. Ever since the previous weekend, she had been especially sweet to me. Talking openly about her relationship with Jack and then having her spank me for the first time, seemed to bring us even closer. We both were feeling a buzz of excitement as new energy was pumped into our own relationship.

"We haven't done that in a while," I replied. Sue had known for a while that her best friend was having an affair with a co-worker. She always assumed it was just a casual fling that happens sometimes after couples are married for a while. When she asked Carol if her husband knew, Carol's terse response was, "It's none of his damn business." Sue had dropped the topic, figuring her girlfriend wanted to keep the affair discreet. It wasn't until recently she found out the real reason for her friend's infidelity.

"I think she feels more comfortable having us over now that she told me about Ron's crossdressing. I can't believe she didn't tell me about it before, but I guess there are some things you don't even want to tell your best friend." I switched my attention to her other foot as I applied some lotion and continued the foot massage. Sue smiled at me saying teasingly, "She loved hearing about last weekend." I blushed and gave her an annoyed look. I knew she would tell her, but it still was embarrassing. "Apparently, she has been spanking Ron and making him stand in the corner all the time lately. I guess that is a step up from ignoring him for months." Sue used her other foot to gently nudge my penis and balls through the sweatpants I was wearing. "She says Ron loves to lick her lover's cum from her pussy too."

I didn't look at her as my face flushed. I kept pressing my thumbs into the sole of her foot as I said, "I can't believe you told her everything."

"Awww, I thought you liked a little humil_iation, honey. Isn't that what you told me?" she teased. She kept toying with my growing penis with her foot. "You know, I really did enjoy spanking you and I know you really liked it too. We'll definitely be doing that again." I couldn't help but smile just a little bit hearing that she wanted to spank me again. I'm sure she could tell by the firmness of the shaft she was pressing on. "But I don't want to be some bitch to you all the time and order you around like Carol does with Ron now. It's just not me and I don't think you would like it either. But we can have weekends where we can play together like that. Would you like that? Where you get lots of humil_iation and discipline but no sex?"

I smiled again and glanced over to see her knowing smirk. She had little doubt that I wanted her to do it. I nodded my head eagerly and she grinned back as she pressed her foot even harder against my cock. There was a wet spot forming on the front of my pants. "I think my feet are all done, baby. Why don't you kneel right here and spank your little monkey to show me how much you want your wifey to treat you like a bad boy and fuck other real men instead of you."

I froze for a moment as I contemplated the humil_iation of masturbating in front of my wife, but I did as she asked and slid her foot from my lap as I knelt on the floor next to her. I slowly pulled my sweatpants and underwear to my knees as my erection bounced rigidly in front of me. Sue just watched in amusement and didn't offer to help in any way. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to stroke as the pre-cum oozed from the tip. I'd never masturbated in front of my wife and the humil_iation was causing my face and body to flush from the embarrassment. However, it wasn't long before I felt the inevitable eruption approaching. Sue sat up a bit as she sensed what was getting ready to happen. I gasped and wrapped my other hand over the head of my penis to prevent my ejaculation from spewing on my wife as I stroked more aggressively. This was the first time I had cum in almost a month and I could tell it would be a massive orgasm. Suddenly, the spurts began and the cum filled my hand and squeezed between my fingers as I groaned and moaned my orgasm as my wife watched in fascination.

When I was done, Sue's eyes were sparkling as she said, "That was so hot to watch! Now lick it all up for me. Just like you did with Jack's cum." Despite my embarrassment, I did as she commanded and licked the cum from the palm of my hand and from each of my fingers. There were still some dribbles that had landed on my pants and the carpet but we ignored those as she watched me with obvious delight.

I remained kneeling in front of her with my pants at my knees waiting for her to tell me what to do. She reclined on the couch and said, "Over the past few weeks, you told me what excites you. Now let me tell you some of my fantasies." She reclined a bit more on the couch and slid her hand down the front of her t-shirt and into her loose-fitting shorts. She began touching herself as she looked at me sexily and said, "I do love really big cocks. Not little ones like yours, but thick, long cocks. I'd love to be on my hands and knees with one big cock in my mouth and another one fucking me from behind. Would you like seeing me with two big, strong men fucking me?" I swallowed hard as I imagined my wife in a threesome as she was fingering her pussy.

Without waiting for me to answer, Sue said, "Know what else I'd love to see? Two men pleasuring each other. You men always want to see two women getting it on but it's just as hot for us to see two men sucking and fucking each other."

Her eyes were getting smoky as she rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy. Her nipples were hard inside her shirt and she saw me staring at them. "Go ahead," she said. "You can play with them."

I pulled her shirt up to expose her tits but couldn't take it all the way off because she continued to finger her pussy. I rolled each of her nipples between my fingers and she closed her eyes pleasurably. I bent over and took one of her nipples between my lips and sucked on it. "I also would love to have an affair with another woman," Sue said with a slight moan. She opened her eyes as I raised my head from her nipple and she saw the surprise in my face. She smiled and said, "How would that make you feel? To not only lose your wife's pussy to a bigger cock but to another woman too?"

Her words stirred my cuckold passions. 'Lose your wife's pussy' wasn't something I was contemplating. Was she? Even though I had just cum, I was getting excited again. So was my wife. Her finger was rubbing her clit more aggressively so I returned my attention to her nipples and sucked them while holding her large breasts with my hands. She wasn't talking anymore and remained focused on the imminent orgasm that was building within her. I kept my attention on my task until she finally exploded in orgasm and writhed on the couch under me.

Afterward, we kissed passionately before Sue said, "That was really fun. We'll have to do that again too."

this is just so good!

CHAPTER 5

I had known Ron for years. We double-dated when he first met Carol and I was at his wedding when they got married a year or so later. In all the years I had known him, I couldn't remember him ever being nervous and fidgety like he was that evening. We were each having a beer as he stood at the grill cooking steaks and he kept glancing over at his wife while I tried to keep the conversation going. Carol was chatting conspiratorially with my wife on the other side of the patio door so he couldn't hear what they were saying but he could see them laughing and watching both of us.

"Is everything alright buddy?" I asked cheerfully.

Ron looked back at the grill and said absentmindedly, "Medium rare, right?"

I nodded saying, "Yeah, but Carol likes hers cooked just a bit more." He hadn't answered my question so I asked, "Can I get you another beer?"

Ron shook his head and without looking up from the grill said, "I'm only allowed to have one."

"Allowed?" I asked in surprise. It was obvious from the time we got there that Carol was much bossier than usual. Sue and I both noticed she was barking orders to Ron and he was quickly jumping to do her bidding without saying a word. Sue even raised her eyes in surprise toward me after one of their tense interactions. Ron was always a little bit henpecked, but this was overt sub_mission to his wife's commands.

Ron looked at me like he wanted to say or ask me something, but he deflected instead and simply said, "You know how she is."

As we all ate dinner later, Ron barely touched his food and didn't say much. Carol seemed amused but ignored him like one would treat a brooding ch_ild. "So, small fry, how did you like your first spanking?" Carol asked me out of the blue.

I was surprised by her question and the use of their new pet name for me. I almost did a spit take with the water I was sipping. Sue was watching me with obvious delight and couldn't wait to hear my answer. Ron also looked up from his plate with surprise. "I, um ..." I shot my wife a 'I can't believe you told her' look and then said, "I guess it was ... nice?"

Sue and Carol both started laughing. "Nice?!" Sue asked in mock anger. "I don't know if it was supposed to be 'Nice'!"

They both laughed some more before Carol waved toward Ron saying, "My little bad boy ... well, I guess it's bad 'girl' now, isn't it? ... she probably wouldn't call the spankings 'nice' that she's been getting lately. Would you dear?"
Ron's face turned red and he looked back down as he moved a piece of steak around the plate without picking it up. "No, ma'am," he replied meekly.

Carol paused to let the humil_iation build before she added, "She likes to stand in the corner with her panties around her ankles while she holds her pretty little skirt up so everyone can see her bright red ass, don't you sweetie? Is that something you'd like to do tonight? To go across my knees for more quality time with my hairbrush warming your bottom?"

Ron quickly glanced at me as he was being outed by his wife in front of us. Then, he looked at her with pleading eyes. Carol said in a teasing voice like she was talking to a toddler, "What's the matter sweetie? Am I embarrassing you by telling our friends how you like to be treated now? I'm sure they appreciate how well behaved you can be." Carol looked at Sue and I with twinkling eyes and said, "Wouldn't you agree that she's been well-behaved tonight?"
We both shook our heads in agreement as we watched uncomfortably as the humiliating scene was playing out. Carol looked back at Ron and said, "If you're not going to eat, then why don't you go ahead and get yourself ready?" He gave her another pleading look, but she continued to stare back at him without any compassion. He relented and got up from the table and took his plate of food to the kitchen.

Carol and Sue went back to chatting about some music festival they wanted to attend while I finished my dinner in disbelief about the scene we had just witnessed. It was obvious things weren't over yet as we waited for Ron's return from 'getting ready'. Carol could tell I was still in shock over the previous conversation and eventually said to me, "You probably wish it was you we were teasing, don't you, small fry?"

I shook my head, "No, I'm just fine sitting here watching."

Carol was thinner than my wife and her breasts were smaller, but she was quite attractive. She wore her bottle-blonde hair teased up like the trashy girls in country music videos. She liked to wear the same tight shirts and pants my wife preferred and always had impeccable makeup that highlighted her lips and green eyes. As a cocktail waitress, there was little doubt she was still popular with the men and got tipped well despite her age. When she leaned forward on the table toward me, her plunging neckline drew my eyes to her cleavage so I could almost see her titties hiding in her shirt.

"Is that your thing, small fry? You like to watch?" she said teasingly. "That's what Ron likes to do now. After I got over the shock of finding him in my clothes, and since he had pretty much quit screwing me anyway, I decided he could at least see how a real man takes care of a woman. Now, he always seems to be horny." Then, she sat back up in her chair and said sardonically, "Too bad I don't screw little girls."

I could feel my dick starting to get hard as she was talking to me. Other than my wife and Mistress Kat, I'd never heard a woman be so sexual ... so dominant. I took another sip of water, and desperately wanted to get another beer, but I didn't want them to see the lump in my pants. I glanced at my wife and she was watching both of us with amusement.

Sue asked Carol, "So, you're still not having sex with him?"

Carol shook her head, "Nope. It's been more than six months and I doubt that will change anytime soon. Recently, I told him if we were going to stay married then we needed to decide on how things were going to change around here. I've always been envious of your thing with Jack and he wants to be my little bitch. So, I told him we're both going to get what we want. As you can see, things are definitely different."

Just then, Ron walked into the room. He was wearing a schoolgirl outfit, a red-haired wig, and makeup. His lips were bright red and his eyelashes had mascara. Despite the makeup on his face, he couldn't hide the blush of embarrassment in his cheeks. He looked mortified to be standing in front of us in his plaid skirt, white button-down feminine shirt and a necktie that matched the skirt pattern.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you – Priscilla. We call her Prissy," Carol announced.

"Curtsy like a good girl, Prissy," Carol insisted. Ron put one red patent leather shoe behind the other and executed a not-so-elegant curtsy for us. When he stood back up, Carol demanded, "Now raise your skirt and show them your pretty panties, Prissy." Ron once again complied with obvious embarrassment as he pulled up the hem of the skirt to show off a pair of tight, red satin panties. There wasn't much of a bulge and I wondered if he had tucked his junk in a way to make him look more like a woman. "She has all of her own clothes now so she doesn't ruin any more of mine. I wondered how my panties and other lingerie were getting so stretched out all those years. At first I thought it was some problem in the laundry. Then, I thought I must be gaining weight but now I know the real reason. Somebody had been lying and deceiving me." Carol asked him, "Are you wearing the matching red bra too?" Ron nodded his head shyly.

Then, Carol turned her attention to me. "So, small fry, Sue tells me you really liked eating Jack's cum from her pussy." I was caught off guard by her directness and didn't know how to answer her. She just smiled and said, "Well, Prissy really likes the taste of my boyfriend's cum too. Don't you Prissy?" We all looked back at Ron and he nodded his head with nervous eyes. "As a matter of fact, we just found out last week that he likes to get it straight from the source. Did you like sucking his cock, Prissy, you little whore? You should have saw her on her knees doing everything she could to make him cum. She's such a tease," Carol laughed. Ron was turning scarlet red with humil_iation. I was feeling sorry for him but oddly turned on too. I couldn't believe how incredibly dominant and humil_iating Carol could be. The tension in the room was palpable.

Carol turned to my wife and asked, "What do you think? Would you like to watch Prissy give a blowjob? She still needs lots of practice and if you're going to be a tease then you have to know how to give a good blowjob."

Sue's eyes lit up brightly and she said gleefully, "Yesss! I think that's a great idea!"

They both looked at me and I suddenly realized they intended to watch right now and I started to panic. I put up both hands in protest but, before I could say anything, my wife said sternly, "Baby. Do it for me." She stared me down with an insistence that made it obvious she wouldn't back down. I started to whine anyway but my wife held up her hand with her index finger extended and said, "Ssshhh!"

When my shoulders sagged in defeat, they both smiled eagerly and got up from the table to go sit on the couch across the room. Prissy was still standing under the archway at the entrance to the room and I don't know which one of us was more nervous. It was obvious we were going to be the ladies' entertainment for the evening.

Carol pointed to a spot in the middle of the room and in front of the couch. "Why don't you stand right there, small fry." I reluctantly got up from my chair and walked to the spot she pointed at.

"Now Prissy, why don't you come over and unbuckle his pants and pull his pants down so we can all see the little weenie you are going to suck on," Carol said in a happy voice.

Prissy looked as embarrassed as me as we avoided looking into each other's eyes and she began unbuckling my belt. When she unbuttoned my jeans, she dropped to her knees and shimmied my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My cock had deflated from the utter terror of the moment but there was still a drip of pre-cum from my earlier excitement.

"Oh my, you're right. He really is tiny," Carol said with surprise to my wife.

"I told you," Sue replied adamantly. Hearing them talk about my small penis made the situation even worse. I was terribly embarrassed and wanted to disappear from the room.

"Well, he looks like he's excited," Carol said in a teasing voice. "Prissy, catch that drip with your tongue and show us how a good whore sucks a cock." I glanced down and saw Prissy moving her mouth toward my deflated penis and closed my own eyes just as I felt her lips wrap around the head.

Prissy sucked and licked my penis and took direction from the ladies on the couch as she tried to get me hard. Unfortunately, the fright of standing there in front of the women with my friend on his knees sucking my cock was too much and I just could not get an erection. Finally, after ten minutes of effort his wife told him he could stop.

"Awww, it seems small fry has stage fright. As usual, you two have disappointed your wives," Carol said derisively. Then, both women started laughing.

"Go ahead. You can pull up your pants," my wife said with a hint of disappointment. "Thank you, Prissy, for trying," she added. "I guess we'll have to try again sometime."

Shortly afterward, we all sat at the table having a conversation like any other time, except Ron remained dressed as Prissy and Carol continued to order him around like he was her servant. When he wasn't fetching something for the three of us, he was sitting like a happy puppy on the floor next to her chair. It was a surreal evening like no other I had ever experienced up to that time. I couldn't help but wonder how much more bizarre things might get.

CHAPTER 6

Seeing Carol dominate Ron had an impact on my wife. She and Carol came from the school where women expected their men to be men. They were turned on by masculine alpha males. As young women, they only dated these strong-willed men. However, they both discovered that their own aggressive, dominant personalities were not compatible with their chosen mates over time. Constant clashes for dominance in the relationship were inevitable. As a result, both of their first marriages ended early and they discovered they needed a man that would allow them to be themselves. They needed men more like me and Ron.

However, seeing Ron dressed as a woman, on his knees with a cock in his mouth, was a bit too much. She admitted that if it was me dressed up, then she couldn't imagine ever having sex with me again. She knew Carol felt the same way. On the other hand, she also found it incredibly exciting and fun to have the two of us do their bidding. To put on a sex show for their entertainment. She told me Carol was being very firm in her discipline of Ron. At first, the spankings and punishments were her way of working through the anger and betrayal she felt for his years of hiding his fetish. When she finally realized she still loved him, it became her way of reshaping a new relationship with him. He couldn't be her sexual partner, but he could still be her emotional soulmate, while she could be the dominant goddess that he desperately wanted and needed. It was still a work in progress, but they were trying to figure it out.

Sue asked me, "Is that what you want?" She had concern in her eyes, like she wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer.

I shook my head and told her wearing women's clothes and makeup wasn't my thing.

"No, I mean, do you want to be dominated the way she is with him?"

I swallowed and thought about how excited I was watching her command and humiliate him. I had masturbated that night imagining her sitting on my face with that same taunting look she had given her husband all night. Was I wishing it was me she was dominating? I shrugged and said, "I don't think I could take it for very long." Then, I smiled at her and said, "I like things just the way they are, honey."

She looked back with a skeptical look but didn't say anything. Part of me wanted to know what she was thinking, but the other part was terrified of what it could be.

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About a week later, I came home from a two-day business trip and Sue was cooking dinner. After hanging up my jacket and stowing my bag, I kissed her on the cheek and gave her a hug from behind. She asked about my trip and then casually said, "I need to ask you something and it's okay if you say 'No'." I was intrigued as I waited for more. She turned from the stove and sat in the chair next to me. "Jack is having back surgery this week and needs somewhere to recover. His mom is getting too old to be much help, so I was thinking maybe ... he could stay here?"

To say I was taken aback would be an understatement. I only met Jack a handful of times and he seemed nice enough, but I knew he was fucking my girlfriend at the time and then my wife later. So, needless to say, I was intimidated by the guy. A bit flustered, I asked, "So, like, how long would he be here?"

"They say the recovery is 4 to 6 weeks, so just a month or so," Sue said with a hopeful expression. All I could think of were all the night's I knew she was at his house and I was home imagining the two of them fucking their brains out. Him and his big cock that could last all night. The man she only stayed with because the sex was so awesome. The guy we never talked about until recently. I didn't know what to say. I got up and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator while she waited for me to decide.

Finally, after a big swallow of cold beer, I sighed and said, "Yeah, I guess so, if you really want to do it."

Sue squealed happily and jumped up to give me a big kiss. She had her arms around my shoulders and looked me in the eyes and said sexily, "Somebody's going to get lucky tonight!" Then, she went back to cooking in obvious delight.

After dinner, in our bedroom, Sue asked, "Would you like a spanking first?"

I shrugged shyly and replied, "I guess so."

"Should I use my hand or would you rather I used a hairbrush or something?"

"Your hand is fine."

She sat on the end of the bed with her knees together and patted her lap. We were both already naked as I lay across her lap. My penis was pressed against her leg as I put my hands on the floor so I could take some of my weight off her legs. She started off with light spanks to each cheek and then picked up the pace and the intensity. After about thirty spanks she asked if I had enough and once again I replied, "I guess so."

"Why don't you go get the bathbrush out of the bathroom," Sue suggested.

I got up from her lap with a concerned look. The bathbrush had a broad wooden head that looked like it would really hurt. I scurried to retrieve it and returned to my naked wife. She was smiling at me. "I really like spanking you," she said enthusiastically. She patted her lap with the back of the brush and I returned across her knees.

This time she didn't start with soft spanks and I was yelping almost immediately. I heard her giggle at my response. She was enjoying my reaction to her efforts. She could also feel my penis pressing more firmly against her leg. She gave me four more swats with considerable for_ce as I almost fell off her lap to get away from the evil implement of pain.

As I stood in front of her with my hard-on wagging in front of her, Sue spread her knees and put a finger in her pussy. She pulled her finger back out wet and said, "See? I really enjoyed it." She pressed her finger to my lips and I sucked it to taste her pleasure. She spread her legs wider and I went to my knees. I buried my face in her pussy and she ran her fingers through my hair. "Mmmmm, I love your tongue in my pussy."

I redoubled my efforts at her encouraging words. I flicked her clitoris with my tongue and nibbled it with my lips. Her fingers and hands pressing my head tighter against her sex let me know she was enjoying it. She wrapped her legs over my shoulders as she leaned back to support herself with her arms. My tongue and lips were working in unison on her clit and I could feel her pussy getting incredibly wet. With my head trapped between her legs, I felt a bit claustrophobic as my air was limited but I kept at my task and was rewarded a moment later with the first spasm of her orgasm. She threw herself back on the bed and moaned loudly as I continued to suck and lick her engorged clitoris. Her hips trembled as another orgasm wracked her body with additional spasms of pleasure. Finally, she begged me to stop as she removed her legs from my shoulders.

"Fuck me!" she demanded.

I rose to my feet and lifted her spread legs with my arms as I slid effortlessly into her pussy. I was so excited and her pussy so wet that I knew I wouldn't last very long. If only I had Jack's endurance, I could enjoy this pleasure all night. Thinking of Jack sent me over the edge and I thrust more aggressively as my cum erupted into her hot pussy. I groaned and shouted my pleasure as I thrust into her one final time.

We moved to the top of the bed and under the covers so we could cuddle together. Sue ran a hand over my face and caressed my ear tenderly. "You're so good to me," she cooed sweetly.

I ran a hand over her large breast and found her hard nipple with my fingers. "I like to make you happy," I said softly.

We lay there for another minute as I enjoyed the feel of her magnificent boobs and she continued to run her fingers over my face and shoulders. Then, she moved her hand down and found my nipple with her fingers. She knew this was the most sensitive and pleasurable spot on my body. "You know we're probably going to have sex while he's staying here. Are you excited that you will finally get to see or hear us having sex?"

I squeezed her boob with my hand. It more than filled my hand and felt wonderful. "Yes," I answered truthfully.

She pinched my nipple tighter between her fingers. "I was thinking maybe you and I DON'T have sex while he's staying here." She looked at me with piercing eyes, as if she was trying to see into my head to find the fantasies hidden there. "Would that be okay with you?"

I gasped at the pain from her pinching fingers. Shockingly, my penis was getting hard again. I couldn't believe it. I hadn't recovered after sex like this since I was a teenager. She put her other hand under the covers and found my growing erection. She smiled to discover it was semi-hard. "I thought that would excite you," she cooed sexily. "I don't know how long it will be until he can have sex but, knowing him, he will be ready within a week or two after the surgery."

I watched her as she thought about it. She was imagining being with her lover as she stroked my cock and pinched my nipple. I continued to get harder. "I think he's excited to fuck me in front of you. You boys can be so funny sometimes. Always wanting to prove who's the bigger man." Her voice got more teasing and sexy, "But, I don't think there will be any doubt who is the bigger man when you see his cock. Much bigger," she said as she squeezed my hard cock with a tight grip.

Then, Sue pulled the covers back and, for the first time in years, she slid down the bed and took my cock in her mouth. I couldn't remember the last time she sucked my cock and was shocked at the unexpected turn of events. I got hard again after sex ... AND ... got a blowjob! How could a guy get so lucky.

hb,

This story gets better and better. I have to take a break in between paragraphs to catch my breathe.

Again, want to say thank you. You have such a great talent.

Amazing... love the developments with the ex and the other couple!

Yes thats true, thank you
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

I love how the dynamic is developing in this story. This is truly great writing. Can't wait to read more.

Glad you are enjoying it! Thanks for the kind words

CHAPTER 7

"I wish I could be more like you," Jack said with a shake of his head. He was sitting stiffly in the recliner I usually sat in. The pain meds were wearing off and he still had another hour until he could take the next one. I felt sorry for him and wished I could do something to make him more comfortable. It had been a week since his surgery and he was still sore and moving slowly. I couldn't help but like the guy. Despite the obvious pain, he was generally cheerful and always friendly. We were hanging out together while waiting for Sue to get home from work.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"You've always been really cool about Suzi and me hooking up," he replied. He was the only person I knew that called my wife, Suzi. "It would have drove me insane if I knew she was shagging anybody else when we were together." He pointed a finger at me, "But you, you love that woman so much that it doesn't bother you a bit."

I just nodded my head in agreement while thinking, "I don't know if I would say 'doesn't bother me a bit'," but why trifle at the compliment? I told him, "Yes, I do love her." Then, I had a thought and asked, "So, does she say much about us when you guys get together?"

Jack shook his head, "I'll tell you the god's honest truth. I've never heard her say a single negative thing about you in all these years. Well, until recently when you fucked up and she told me she wasn't going to have another fuck-up husband. She tells me all the time that you're a much better husband than I ever was. I guess that's why she was so upset and told me she was going to whip your ass when she got home. She said 'I'm going to make sure he doesn't turn out like you.' I told her it sounded like great foreplay," Jack said laughing.

"I mean, we both know the woman's got sex on the brain all the time, right?" He continued, "She can be insatiable! I'll tell you, with the amount of sex we're having, I've pretty much been exclusive with her for the past year or more. I wasn't this faithful when we were married!" he laughed.

I was taken aback as I thought about what he just said. Insatiable? We had sex a couple of times a month, but I wouldn't consider that 'insatiable'. And, what 'amount of sex' were they having? I offered good-naturedly, "Well, I guess we all don't need sex as much as we did when we were young."

Jack shrugged and said, "I dunno. Not many younger guys I know are having sex several times a week for an hour at a time. I don't even need a gym membership with the workout she gives me! Hell, I blamed her for my back finally giving out," he laughed so hard it hurt his back.

This time, I was downright shocked. They were having sex several times a week!? I always assumed they were only having sex every couple of months when she would tell me she was 'going out for a little while'. Instead of seeing her lover a few times a year, my wife was fucking him a few times a WEEK? I don't know why it never occurred to me they might be having sex when I was on the road. All those nights for all these years that I was travelling through airports across the country, my wife was across town fucking her ex-husband. I couldn't believe it! On the other hand, why couldn't I believe it? I was out of town and my wife was home lonely – and, apparently, insatiable. It was all starting to make more sense. While my co-workers were having marital issues or were already divorced from all the time they were on the road, my wife never complained at all about me being gone. The one time I brought the topic up, she told me it was no problem for her. She said she enjoyed her 'me-time'. Apparently,
'me-time' didn't mean spending time home alone. I had assumed all these things, so I guess she hadn't lied to me. Since we never talked about her infidelity when I was home, why should she feel obliged to mention that she was fucking him while I was gone? Yet, I felt wounded by this new revelation.

I was about to ask him to tell me more when Sue walked through the front door. She put the Chinese takeout food on the dining room table and said, "Hi boys!" She gave me a peck on the cheek as she removed her jacket and asked, "So, what have you been up to?"

Jack answered from my recliner, "I was just about to tell him that you threatened to spank me too if you caught me with another woman."

Sue gave Jack a scolding look and rolled her eyes. Then, she shot me a quick glance. I was sitting on the couch watching her as I imagined her naked in his house, eating takeout, sharing playful banter before having an hour of sex while I was sitting in a hotel room alone. I had no idea if that is actually what happened but I was still dazed by this new information regarding my 'insatiable' wife and her ex-husband.

I was quiet for the rest of the night and decided to turn in early. Jack said his back was hurting and he was ready for bed too, so Sue made sure he had everything he needed and then joined me in the bedroom.

After brushing her teeth and removing her makeup, she climbed into bed naked and rolled over to put her arm around me. "Kiss me before you go to sl_eep?" she asked sweetly.

I rolled to face her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She held my eyes with hers for a moment before saying, "Are you mad I told him about spanking you?"

I thought about her question and my head swarmed with vindictive responses, but I just said, "No."

"You're mad that he's staying here, aren't you?"

I mustered up the courage and asked, "Why didn't you ever tell me you were screwing him whenever I was out of town?"

She looked surprised for just a brief moment before her face became impassive and she said, "Would you have preferred that I told you? You never wanted to talk about it in the past. I didn't want you to obsess about it every time you went out of town. It seemed to me that you didn't want to talk about it."

I shot back, "So, if you're screwing him whenever I'm out of town, why do you still go there every once in a while when I'm home? I guess it's okay for me to obsess about it when I'm home?"

She shrugged and said, "Usually it was when you were home for too long and I couldn't wait until your next trip, or sometimes I was just really horny and needed a good fuck."

She put a hand to my face and her expression changed to a more sympathetic look as she said, "If I had only known about your cuckold fantasies back then ..." then, she ran her fingers through my hair tenderly. "All those nights when you called me from your hotel rooms ... while you were stroking your little willie, I could have told you about the big cock that had been fucking me all night. That would have turned you on, wouldn't it?"

My hurt feelings softened as she stroked my hair. I could imagine lying in my hotel bed with my cock in my hand as she told me over the phone about her evening of sex. It really would have turned me on. Was I mad that she did it, or that I didn't know about it? Obviously, that I didn't know. Did I not know because she didn't want to tell me, or that I didn't want to know? I was getting dizzy with my confusion.

Sue rubbed her leg against mine until her thigh brushed against my penis. It was starting to stir. "Do you want to beat off before bed? You can cum on my titties if you want."

A bit embarrassed, I declined her offer. So, she kissed me on the lips, turned off the bedside light, and we both rolled over to go to sl_eep. However, about five minutes later, I rolled over and put my arm around her, whispering, "I changed my mind."

Without turning on the light, she rolled onto her back and pulled the cover down to reveal her magnificent, naked breasts as she laid there passively, waiting for me to hurry up and finish.

CHAPTER 8

My wife's moans were drifting down the hallway through our open bedroom door. I was lying in bed with an erection as I listened to her and Jack have sex in the spare bedroom. It had been going on for a half hour and the intensity of the sounds was clearly picking up. Before she had joined him in bed, she told me, "If you haven't cum yet, I'll let you jerk off on my pussy and then you can clean up both of your messes."

Since the night I found out my wife and Jack had been constant lovers, we started talking much more openly about everything. I had been on two business trips since that time and we had phone sex during both trips. She was enjoying teasing me about not having sex while Jack was staying with us. I was quickly becoming much more comfortable masturbating in front of and, most enjoyably, on her. I was also becoming much more accustomed to the taste of my own cum. She liked watching me lick my cum from her tits or my own hand. She told me she imagined it was her lover's cum I was licking up.

She reminded me of the night I got my first spanking and had tasted Jack's cum leaking from her pussy. I hoped to do it again tonight. If I could just avoid cumming for a little while longer ...

Although I still hadn't seen them having sex together, this was the second time I'd been home when they had sex. She was the one to initiate sex after his surgery. It had been two weeks and she couldn't wait any longer. She told him to just lay there and she would do all the work. Sue said they had to be careful to avoid hurting Jack's back, so she mostly was on top riding him, which was fine with her. Like tonight, she had joined him in his bed in the spare bedroom while I waited for her in our bedroom. That first night, she decided to tease me and told me she could hear me in the hallway and it was distracting. So, as punishment, she told me to roll over and go to s1eep. There would be no masturbating or licking her pussy that night. I would not make the same mistake tonight.

I couldn't believe the sounds she made when they were having sex. I'd never heard her make any sounds like that when I was having sex with her. The moans were long and almost sounded painful. Then, her groans were more anima1istic and guttural. She was panting and swearing, "Oh, fuck yes, oh, baby, fuck me!" Hearing her call another man "baby" was like a punch in the gut. Then, things would get quieter and more languid before the sounds built back up again until she was having another orgasm. I couldn't believe two people could have sex for that long and with that intensity. Jack was not kidding when he described my wife as insatiable!

When Sue finally returned to our bedroom, I was eagerly waiting for her in our bed. She was sweaty and still breathing heavy when she walked naked through the door. I was sitting naked with my back against the headboard and my erection sticking straight up. There were red marks on each of her breasts where Jack must have squeezed them as she rode his cock. She loved to have her tits played with when she was horny. There was no doubt she had been horny during the past half hour.

As she approached the bed, catching her breath, she said breathlessly, "Hurry and do your thing. I'm ready for your tongue on my pussy."

She plopped down next to me and lie on her back with her head on the pillow. I scrambled to my knees and shuffled between her spread legs. There was cum already oozing from her pussy and on her thighs. The dark, curly hair on her mound had a strand of cum splayed across it where it must have been a stray shot from his spurting cock. Oh, how I wanted to thrust my hard cock into her wet pussy. However, I did what she wanted and began stroking my erection furiously and within ten seconds I was cumming in big bursts onto her pussy and stomach. My spurts mingled with her lover's in her hairy bush and very, very wet pussy.

I didn't waste much time after I came to begin eating her cunt. It was difficult at first as I urged myself not to gag. There was so much semen mixed with her own juices that my face was covered in the wetness and my mouth filled with the combined concoction. As I lapped eagerly at her pussy, I heard her say, "He's such a good boy, isn't he?"

I heard Jack from the doorway respond, "He sure seems to be enjoying it." I was embarrassed to be doing this in front of our new houseguest and wondered how long he had been standing there. I was suddenly aware of my ass sticking up in the air as I knelt between her legs cleaning the cum from her pussy. Despite being self-conscious, I kept licking her pussy and then sucked the cum from her curly hair and licked the stray strands I had shot on her stomach. When I quit, there were hairs in my mouth and they both laughed as I tried to remove them.

I'm not sure why I was feeling so self-conscious, but I quickly scampered up the bed next to my wife and pulled the covers over my lap as I sat with my back against the headboard. Jack was still standing naked in the doorway watching us. It was impossible not to notice the long appendage hanging between his legs. Even soft, it was twice as big as my best erection. I'd only seen something that big in porno movies and couldn't believe that was my wife's lover standing there. I suddenly felt extremely inadequate.

Sue was smiling and sat up in bed next to me. "Why don't you move over honey? I think there's enough room in this bed for all of us, don't you?"

Her words broke my transfixed gaze and I scooted over to the edge of the bed. Jack came into the room and climbed into bed with us. He and Sue laid down with their heads on the pillows and put an arm around each other as I sat there feeling awkward. Sue closed her eyes and said, "Why don't you turn off the lights and then get comfy honey and put your arm around me?"

I got up to turn off the light and noticed that Jack was checking out my penis as I walked around the foot of the bed. He didn't say anything, but I could swear he had a smirk on his face. After I climbed back in bed, my wife turned over to face me and gave me a kiss before closing her eyes and putting her arm over me. Jack's arm was around her waist and he was spooning with her. I lay there uncomfortably on my back trying to grasp the situation. We were all three going to s1eep together in our bed.

There are two neighborhood wives that have made it clear they want to fuck me. I have been avoiding because of small town stuff. But reading this story has me ready to take the chance.

Thanks for writing.

Another excellent episode. Greta going, hb.

I'm glad it is inspiring you Married_Dom

CHAPTER 9

Sue had a spring in her step and could barely remove the smile from her face for the rest of the week. She was the queen bee with her two honeybee drones buzzing all around her. I was unusually eager to please as I attentively made sure glasses were always filled, the table was cleared of dishes and the laundry was folded neatly. Jack was also being especially sweet to her with compliments on how sexy she looked and how appreciative he was for everything we were doing for him.

Sue suggested the two of us go out to dinner so we could have some alone time and to give Jack a chance to enjoy the house to himself for a little while. We hadn't enjoyed a night out together for several weeks so I was thrilled to finally spend some quality time with my wife.

Sue's eyes twinkled in the candlelight with her heavy makeup emphasizing her eyes and lips. Her dark hair had been styled at the salon that afternoon and the new cut was fresh and young. She wore a short, bright green cocktail dress that I hadn't seen her wear in years. It was cut low and really showed off her ample cleavage. She also wore high heels, which was another surprise. She had declared a few years ago that heels were made for younger women and she was done with them. When she saw my amazed expression before we left, she smiled appreciatively. Then, she did a twirl in front of Jack, who was sitting in my recliner, and got a whistle and a smack on the butt before we left for the Italian bistro.

"It feels so good to be out with you," Sue gushed. "It seems like it's been forever."

I loved seeing this side of her. Sometimes, she could be so brash and impertinent when we were together. I guess couples that have been married a long time will eventually begin to relate to one another that way. There doesn't seem to be much to say to one another or, more specifically, that you are in the mood to share with each other. It's not that you don't love each other anymore. It just seems to be more effort than you want to put into it. However, we'd been more open with each other in the past couple of weeks than we had been in years – maybe ever.

I smiled back at her and agreed, "Have I already told you how fantastic you look tonight? I haven't seen you dressed like this in a long time." I gave her a knowing look and said, "There seems to be something that is making you happy."

She sighed and let her eyes drift heavenward before saying, "Yes, I have to admit, that I'm a very happy and lucky girl. Who wouldn't be with two men vying for your affections?"

"Is that what you think we're doing?" I asked a bit surprised.

"Aren't you?"

I had to consider her assertion. I didn't feel like I was competing with Jack in any way. Did I? He was sharing our bed now. As a matter of fact, I'm quite sure he slept with her each night I was out of town this week. I had jacked off both nights thinking about the sounds she made when I heard them having sex down the hallway. I decided not to call because I didn't want to disturb them. I also thought of all the chores I was doing for her so she could tend to Jack. Or, was I doing it to prove that I was a better husband – even if he was a better lover.

"I don't know. Maybe we are vying for your affections. I think you're worth it, don't you?" I was pleased that I could come up with a response that showed I took the high ground.

"I know I'm worth it, honey," she said seductively. She leaned forward and said quietly, "Have you ever been more hungry for my pussy and tits than you've been lately?"

I leaned forward to gaze into her eyes over the flickering candle in the small vase. "No," I said in an almost whisper.

"Do you know why?" I shook my head 'No'. "Because now you know another man is giving me better sex. That, if you want any sex with me, then you are going to have to work hard for it. You do want to earn a chance with me, don't you? Because it is really turning me on seeing you try so hard to please me."

I knew she was right. I was trying to please her and show I was a better husband. I wanted her to be pleased with me. I decided to keep the sexy banter going and said softly, "Do you know what turns me on?"

She leaned on her elbows and put her chin on her folded hands in front of her. With her eyes twinkling, she said, "Please, do tell me."

"Hearing the sounds you make when you're having sex with him. I've never heard you sound like that before. It's so ... erotic ... and incredibly sexy."

By the look on her face, I could tell she liked hearing that. When the waiter started to approach our table, I waved him away, afraid it would break the sexual tension that was building. She seemed pleased by my action. "Well, it's really hard not to moan when you're being fucked like that," she offered. "I'm glad you're turned on by hearing it. Do you think watching us would be just as exciting?"

"Oh, god yes!"

She almost laughed at my eager response. She took a sip of wine. Then, she tilted her head slightly and said, "Okay, I'll let you watch next time. But ..." She let the 'but' linger in the air like an ominous chord in a scary movie. "You'll have to do something for me first."

I was afraid to ask, so I just said breathlessly, "Anything."

She folded her hands together on the table and leaned even closer to me, "You will have to get him hard for me and then tell him you want him to fuck your wife."

My eyes got wide and my breath caught in the back of my throat. She already told me seeing two guys together was one of her fantasies and she admitted that watching Ron blow me was exciting. I knew it was just a matter of time until she made me do what Carol already was making her husband do for her lover. When I ate her cum-filled pussy while he watched from the door, I knew it was only a matter of time. During the nights we all slept in bed together, I couldn't stop thinking about his cock being so close and wondering when she was finally going to make me do it.

When I didn't say anything, she teased, "You know you want to. He told me you can't stop staring at his cock when he is naked in the bedroom." She waited for a response, but I just sat there nervously. "Would it be easier if I spanked you first and then 'made' you do it? That could be fun. Besides, Jack is anxious to see me spank you. I think he'd like to get his ass beat too but he's too macho to admit it."

Sue sat back in her chair and waved to the waiter to indicate we wanted the check. Then, she said to me, "I say we go home and get the party started. What do you think?"

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As we entered the house, Jack had his feet up in the recliner, had a beer in one hand, the remote control in the other and was watching a basketball game. He was still wearing the same sweatpants and t-shirt he was wearing that morning. "How was dinner?" he yelled over his shoulder in our general direction.

Sue walked in front of him in her sexy cocktail dress and heels. She put one foot up on the arm of the recliner so he could clearly see her skimpy red panties under her short dress. She had finished the glass of wine in one gulp before leaving the restaurant and was starting to feel the effects. Jack instinctively put his hand on her bare ankle and smiled in appreciation at the lovely view in front of him. She had a dominant swagger to her voice when she said, "You, mister, are going to go upstairs and shower. Then, you're going to bring me that bathbrush hanging on the wall and I'm going to show both of you how things are going to be around here from now on. Understand?"

She left her foot on the arm of his chair as he looked back at her in bewilderment. "Are you dru_nk, Suzi?"

"No, I'm not dru_nk and if you know what's good for you and expect to see this pussy anytime soon, then you'll get your ass upstairs and in the shower."

Jack just shook his head in amazement and, once she moved so he could get up, he made his way up the stairs without saying anything else. Sue told me to pour her another glass of wine and to bring it up to the bedroom.

When I walked into the bedroom with her glass of wine in hand, I could hear her in the walk-in closet. This was her show, so I put the glass of wine on the dresser and sat on the edge of the bed to wait for her directions. I didn't have to wait long before she walked into the bedroom wearing a one-piece leopard print teddy I had bought for her as an anniversary present years ago. It looked as incredible on her now as it did on that anniversary. She was also wearing the high heels she wore to dinner.

"Turn on some music and take off your clothes," she demanded as she walked past me smelling of perfume. It was the same scent she wore earlier but it was stronger now. I suspected she had touched up the fragrance by dabbing it on other strategic places on her body. She strode to the armchair in the corner of the room and sat down, facing me. She didn't say anything as she calmly sat there watching me undress with a steely gaze that unnerved me.

Jack showed up a few minutes later with his shoulder-length hair still wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. He was holding the evil bathbrush in his right hand. He looked as uncertain about the situation as me. He just stood in the doorway until Sue said, "Don't just stand there looking like a lost little boy. Bring me the bathbrush and lose the towel."

He walked over and handed her the wooden brush before dropping the towel next to her chair. He just stood there waiting for her to speak. Sue patted the brush in her hand a few times. The sound it made on her palm got louder with each successive smack. "So, who wants to go first?" she asked. She looked up at Jack standing in front of her with questioning eyes but he didn't say anything. Then, she looked over at me with a look that seemed to say 'how about you?' When I didn't answer either, she rose from the chair and said, "Okay, I'll tell you what, whoever goes first gets 15 and the other will get 30."

I immediately responded, "I'll go first!"

Sue smiled triumphantly and walked to the foot of the bed and sat down. She looked at me and patted her lap with the back of the brush. Jack turned to watch with fear and excitement in his eyes. I couldn't help but glimpse at his large cock hanging between his legs. It seemed to be semi-hard already. I laid across my wife's lap and she rubbed my asscheeks with the back of the brush before raising it and giving me the first swat. It wasn't too hard, but it caught my attention. Jack was standing behind me so I couldn't see his face but I was suddenly glad I went first. I think it would have been harder to watch him be spanked while waiting for my turn to be next. Sue told me to count each swat out loud and proceeded to give me the next fourteen cracks of the brush with varying intensity. I was just on the verge of pleading for her to stop when she was done. I was really glad I only got fifteen.
After I stood up, she wagged her finger at Jack to indicate it was his turn. He hesitated but I could tell by his growing erection that he was excited by the prospect of being spanked by his ex-wife. I still couldn't get over the size of his endowment. It wasn't getting much bigger but it was becoming firmer.

"What's the matter? Is the big, tough guy afraid of a little spanking from his lover? He could take it. Can't you?" Sue teased him.

I'd never heard Sue refer to him as her 'lover' before. I had a twinge of jealousy. Were her feelings growing for him? When I assumed it was 'just sex', it never really bothered me too much. But lately, with slee_ping in the same bed and having him around all the time, I was starting to feel things might be changing.

He started to lay across her lap, but, worrying about his back, she decided he should lay facedown on the bed instead. He was stretched across the bed with his knees on the floor as Sue rubbed the back of the brush on his ass. She smiled excitedly at me before she brought the brush down with a loud crack on his ass. He yelped but stayed down. She reminded him to count and then continued a steady pace of swats. By the time she got to twelve, he was pleading for her to slow down. At fifteen, he was yelping, "Suzi, baby, please ... please ... no more!" He started to roll away but she grabbed his hip and pushed him back in place. She waited for him to compose himself for a moment and then put a hand on his lower back to hold him steady. His ass was a good target and she proceeded to give him the next fifteen in a flurry of swats in less than thirty seconds.

Jack rolled over on the bed as soon as she removed her hand from his back and she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to her. He was on his knees in front of her and she hugged him tightly against her breasts. I knew this position well. It was one of my favorite positions with her. When he settled down, she said in a commanding tone to both of us, him on his knees and me standing off to the side, "I'm not done with the two of you yet ... Unless you want to find yourselves back across my lap, you're going to do exactly as you're told. Do you understand?"

Jack gasped, "Yes, baby, yes!" and I quickly responded, "Yes, ma'am!" Sue looked at me with a smile. She liked hearing me say that. She knew I would be compliant.

Sue stood up from the bed and walked on her high heels to the armchair in the corner. She sat down and put one leg over top of the other. She gazed at her two adoring men as we both watched her submissively. She pointed at Jack, "Stand up and show me your ass." He did as she instructed and turned around so she could see her handiwork. He was right next to me and I could see that the spanking had taken some of the firmness from his cock. Then, she pointed to me and said, "Stand next to him and let me see." I stepped next to him with my ass on display for her. His six additional inches of height made me feel even smaller. The top of my head was just above his shoulder.

Then, Sue said, "Now both of you turn around." We did as she commanded and her eyes took in the sight of her two naked men standing before her. The rush of power she was feeling was evident in her eyes. They flashed with lust and excitement. She had her hands around the knee of her top leg and the foot was bouncing in anxious anticipation. She looked at me with smoldering eyes and said in a husky voice, "Get busy."

I only hesitated a moment before I turned to Jack hesitantly. He still wasn't sure what she meant until he saw me kneel and face him. Then, he realized and slowly turned to face me. This would give her the best angle to watch us. Being sideways, she could see everything from her chair. He just stood there rigidly, waiting to see what would happen next. I wasn't sure either, so I reached for his long appendage and took it in one hand. I couldn't believe that my hand only covered half of his shaft. So, I used my other hand and brought the head of his cock to my lips using both hands.

Unlike my experience with Prissy, he didn't have any 'stagefright' and began to respond to my licks and sucks almost immediately. It may have been the erotic scene that was being played for the benefit of my wife, but his cock became more rigid by the minute. Before long, it was sticking straight out from his body and I realized that I could only get the first few inches of his cock into my mouth. He began to hold my head with his hand and fo_rce more of it into my mouth in slow strokes. I glanced over at my wife at one point and saw that she had pushed the teddy to the side and was rubbing a finger on her clit as she watched us lustfully. He kept pumping his hips as his shaft glided back and forth into my mouth like he was fucking a pussy. I heard my wife say, "He likes it when you play with his balls." I responded by kneading his balls as I continued to slowly suck his cock in and out of my mouth. He was moaning so I knew I was doing good. I started to get into it and wanted to give him more pleasure so he would make more moans. I glanced back at my wife and she had a finger buried in her cunt and was pinching the nipple of one of her tits that she had pulled free of the lingerie. When we made eye contact, she grinned and licked her lips. "Is there something you want to tell him boy?" she asked me.

Reluctantly, I stopped sucking him and looked up at Jack. "Would you fuck my wife for me?" I gasped. The sexual tension in the room was off the charts as he released my head and looked to my wife masturbating in the chair. She had been in control so he wasn't sure how to respond. She practically leapt from the chair and would have tackled him onto the bed if it hadn't been for his back. Instead, she got on her hands and knees at the same spot on the bed where she had sat previously to whip my ass.

Jack didn't need any further instructions as he got behind her and slid his very hard cock into her very wet pussy. She let out a long groan as each inch buried deeper inside of her. Once he was buried in her pussy with his pubic hair tickling her ass, he pulled slowly out and then began a rhythmic doggystyle fucking that rapidly became faster as she begged him to fuck her harder. He slapped her on the ass and she cried out happily, "Oh god, yes!" He did it again and she threw her face against the bed and began to orgasm. He never stopped and kept fucking her through the orgasm as she screamed in pleasure.

Then, he stopped and flipped her over, moving her further up the bed so he could get on his knees between her legs on the bed. He put her legs over his shoulders and carefully entered her to prevent going too deep and hitting her cervix. This was a problem I never had to consider when we had sex. She made more grunts and moans and cries of pleasure as he steadily fucked her more. She had another orgasm and I could tell he was getting very close. My wife grabbed each of his nipples and pinched them hard as he threw his head back and yelled in pleasure.

After he pulled his cock out of her, Sue motioned for me to get on the bed. I climbed next to her and she told me to put his wet cock in my mouth. He was still kneeling between her spread legs so I turned and did what she asked. Unlike my cock, his stayed relatively hard after he came. As I sucked on it, I felt my wife take my very hard erection into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she easily swallowed the entire length of my little penis. I was becoming desperate as I tried to keep his cock in my mouth as my orgasm built up but I finally had to withdraw his prick and moan loudly as I shot my load into my wife's mouth.

Once my orgasm was over, my wife pulled me to her and French-kissed me so we could both taste my sperm. It was without a doubt the most sexually exciting night of my life.