The Pussy-Free Cuckold

The Pussy-Free Cuckold

"Do you know what it means to be 'pussy-free'?"

He nodded his head with those puppy-dog eyes. He could be so cute when he was this submissive. "I'm not sure you do," Sara insisted. "It means your little dick won't touch any part of my body. No pussy, no anal, no oral, nothing. The only time you'll be getting off will be with your own hand." He nodded again in agreement.

She watched him kneeling in front of her as she sat on the couch. The wrapping paper and empty boxes were on the coffee table behind him. The empty envelopes and the greeting cards with their sentiments of love and devotion were lying on the table too. It was their anniversary and she was wearing the diamond tennis bracelet he had just put on her wrist. He bought it at one of those discount jewelry stores in the mall, so it wasn't too expensive but it sparkled and he was so excited when she opened it. That's why she was so surprised when he said, "There's one more thing I'd like to give you," and he dropped to his knees.

They had been living in a femdom relationship for the past couple of years, so she had assumed it would be another paddle or other disciplinary implement. The last two anniversaries he had given her a leather paddle with 'Happy Anniversary, Love Your Boy', and then last year he gave her a short-handled riding crop that was perfect for slapping his penis and balls. She was waiting for him to reach under the couch and pull out a new play toy for their growing collection, but instead, he had said, "I want to be your pussy-free cuckold."

He had been her cuckold for as long as they'd been a couple. When they first started dating, he hadn't been aware she was still having sex with her ex-husband. He knew her ex was very well-hung and according to her, "Other than our two girls, our sex life was the best thing he ever gave me." She knew it turned him on to hear about how good her sex life had been, and he was especially excited when she would tell him "there's no way you could ever fuck me like he did, but I love that you're trying so hard to please me." So, it shouldn't have surprised her when he asked if she ever thought about having sex with her ex when the two of them traveled to watch their oldest girl play soccer. She asked him, "That wouldn't bother you if I did?" He assured her it was not only okay with him, but he found the whole idea really hot. She didn't bother telling him she was already doing it, but after the next soccer road trip they had awesome sex while she told him how her ex ravished her in the hotel room the night before. From then on, their bedroom talk frequently revolved around sex with her ex and the next soccer road trip.

After they were married, her husband, Mike, confessed that one of his biggest fantasies was to be spanked and dominated by his wife. He was a federal agent and explained, "I have chaos all around me every day. I have to make decisions and manage situations that have huge consequences. I know I'm a good leader, but sometimes it would be nice to be a follower for a change. When I get home it would be a relief to have order and discipline and nothing more important than making my wife happy." That night he got his first spanking across her lap, and she discovered how horny it made her when she spanked and dominated her very masculine husband.

Over time, their relationship evolved to a point where her dominance was a given and she was always finding ways to keep things fresh and exciting for both of them. She decided, whenever the girls weren't home, he should find erotic stories that turned him on and read them to her while she was cooking dinner. This was a bit of foreplay to get them both in the mood for later that night, and it also gave her a chance to see what kinks he had in his head. More than once, the stories were about chastity and the concept of sexual denial.

"As much as you enjoy jerking off and having sex with me, how in the world could you handle being cut off?" she scoffed. "You'd be begging me for mercy within a week." Even after almost ten years of marriage, they still had sex several times a week. He laughed and agreed wholeheartedly, but the bulge in his pants hinted at his real feelings.

So, she started using tease and denial more often in their sex play. She would tell him to take her to the bedroom, but there was no need to remove his clothes since he wouldn't be getting any relief. "I only need your tongue today," she would tease as she squeezed his cock through his pants. Other times, they would masturbate together and she would tell him to "Play with your little toy while you tell me how you wish I had a big cock in my pussy. A cock that obviously isn't yours." He would describe how she would be ravished by her big-cocked lover while he waited to be summoned to do her bidding when they were done. When she was on the verge of bringing herself to orgasm, she would tell him to stop playing with himself and pinch her nipples like her lover would be doing it. After she came, she might tell him to hold her, ignoring his own need for relief.

That was about the same time she started having sex with his best friend, Nick. Mike and Nick had been friends since high school. Mike told her how Nick had a reputation as a well-endowed lover and was constantly being pursued by women. However, Nick fell head over heels in love with Tina, a busty, rough-around-the-edges woman that Sara never really liked much. The couples spent a lot of time together despite the women never having much in common. One night, when Tina had dru_nk too much wine, she called Sara a "stuck-up Catholic school girl" before laughing it off as a joke, but everyone knew she meant it. That's why Sara wasn't sorry a few weeks later when Nick came to their house to announce his marriage was over. Apparently, Tina had been slee_ping with a co-worker for the past year and Nick found out when he came home unexpectedly to find them in bed.

"I should have known. We haven't had sex in almost six months," he had said on the verge of tears. "We used to have sex almost every day. The woman was insatiable. Then, she was tired or not feeling well or would start a fight with me for no apparent reason. I figured we were just going through a rough patch. Now, I know why she was never in the mood. She had her black lover and was getting all she wanted."

Later, when Nick went to the bathroom, Sara said sadly to Mike, "The poor guy. He really needs a blowjob."

Mike responded, "I think he needs a lot more than that." Sara looked at her husband with questioning eyes. Mike asked in a hushed, surprised voice, "Would you?" Sara shrugged as she considered the question.
It was another hour and a few more glasses of wine before Sara found herself hand-in-hand with her husband's best friend on the way to the bedroom. Mike slept on the couch that night and listened to his wife's cries of ecstasy throughout the night. At the breakfast table the next morning, Nick was nervous and apologetic, but Mike assured him everything was fine and Mike told his best friend he hoped it wouldn't be the last time. It wasn't.

Now, six months later, Sara was being offered a new evolution in their marriage. Her husband wanted to be her pussy-free cuckold. She remembered a story Mike had read to her one night where a wife decided she wasn't going to allow her husband to penetrate her anymore. The story had intrigued her and left a big impression. She had wondered, was this just a big fantasy or something that really could happen?

In the story, the wife was avoiding kissing and cuddling because that might lead to her husband expecting sex and she was tired of having unfulfilling intercourse. So, she declared her body off-limits to his penis. "If you're not giving me any pleasure with it, then you're just using me to get yourself off. You can use your own hand for that!" After she took control and cut him off from any penetration, the husband and wife had grown much closer. They would hold each other naked for hours and she never had to feel guilty for not allowing him to "get off". He was free to masturbate to his heart's content and her pussy was always available and eager for his tongue. As a result, their sex life took off and the couple found themselves closer than ever before.

Sara could imagine herself in that story. Intercourse with Mike rarely brought her to orgasm, but she loved her husband and would feel guilty if she wasn't giving him the intimacy and sexual gratification he desired. She also felt an intimate connection with him after they fucked, knowing she had satisfied her man. On the other hand, he was the one asking for this and she knew how excited he got whenever she teased and denied him. Perhaps, like the couple in the story, their intimacy would be greater, not less. Now that she was able to have sex with Nick or her ex-husband when she wanted, she was getting a good fucking on a regular basis. She could still have a fulfilling sex life with her husband without allowing his penis in her. For the most part, she had already quit giving him blowjobs. After she started dominating him in the bedroom, she told him oral sex felt like a submissive act that was better suited for the submissive partner. He wanted to protest, but he found her declaration terribly exciting and agreed with her.

"So, tell me why you want to be my pussy-free cuckold. You don't want to feel your little toy in my pussy anymore? Are all the big boys making you feel inadequate?" she asked in a mocking tone.

Mike's eyes didn't have the usual confident, commanding gaze that made people nervous when they were in his presence. His entire demeanor was different than he usually appeared to the rest of the world. His typical squared shoulders and upright posture had given way to an appearance of being humble and meek. He was before his queen and he was her subject. Her devoted, loyal, passionately-committed and subordinate lover.

"When I started high school, my favorite sport was basketball. I always made the little league all-star teams and was always a starter. Then, I barely made the freshman team and realized the playing field had changed. I had to accept that I was too short in the eyes of the coaches and everybody else was getting as fast as me and as good of a player as me. They were getting taller and I would never get as tall as them. So, I switched sports and joined the wrestling team. I became an all-state wrestler by the time I graduated and even got offers to wrestle for some smaller colleges. I never would have found that athlete and experienced the joy of success if I had kept playing basketball. Even if I had found a way to keep making the team, nobody would have viewed me as one of the stars. Instead, I wrestled and they cheered for me at pep rallies and my name was in the paper when I kept winning. I found my place."

Mike reached for his wife's hands as he knelt before her. He tried not to squeeze them too hard as he rubbed the backs of her hands with his thumbs affectionately and continued with conviction in his voice, "Over these last couple of years, I've never been so excited or felt more devoted to you. And, I know that you love me just as much. Even when you have two great lovers, you still make sure I never feel neglected and that I'm being taken care of sexually as much as anyone. I love that you care for me that much. But, you've also been honest with me when I ask you if my 'toy' can satisfy you and you admit it is too small and I cum too fast to make that happen. So, it's obviously selfish of me to expect you to desire that from me. I can pleasure you in so many other ways without doing that. I'm honestly feeling guilty whenever we do have sex now." He looked at his wife with devoted eyes and said, "I've found my place."

Sara thought tears might well-up in her eyes and she wanted to grab her husband and kiss him, but she maintained her composure as she held his hands. "I can tell you've thought a lot about this, and I won't lie. Denying you sex turns me on. Making you pussy-free won't be hard for me. I already don't give you blowjobs anymore and I only let you have my ass when I'm a little tipsy and you've been a very good boy. Like you said ... I only do it for you. Not having you in my pussy won't be as easy, but I'm willing to give it a try. I may not orgasm from your toy, but I know how much you love it. So, we're going to give it a try for one year. You will fuck me one more time ... tonight ... just so you know what you're going to be missing." Then, Sara added with conviction in her voice, "But after tonight, no matter how much you regret your decision, you will be completely pussy-free for the entire next year."

She watched her husband and let the message sink in for a moment. He swallowed hard but his steady gaze never left her eyes. He was a strong, determined man and she knew he wouldn't go back on his commitment no matter how much he regretted it. And she intended to make sure he regretted it. She released his hands and put a hand on his cheek. She let her fingers trace his cheekbone and rubbed his earlobe tenderly between her thumb and fingers. "You know I'm going to make you suffer, don't you?" He nodded with a slight smile on his face. He knew how much she liked to tease him. "I'm going to make you beg me for mercy." She knew it was unlikely he would ever show his suffering, but she would make sure he was as frustrated and horny as a man could be.

Sara stood up in front of him. His face was right in front of her hips. She put a hand on either side of his head and pulled his face into her groin as she ground herself against him. The dress she wore to dinner was the only thing separating his face from her pussy. She had removed her panties in the car on the way home from the restaurant and encouraged Mike to feel how wet she was for him. He had reached across while driving home and put his hand between her spread knees, resting his palm on her hairy bush. When his finger found her moist slit, he was pleased to find his finger slid easily into her very wet pussy. He fingered her for a moment before withdrawing his hand and put his wet finger into his mouth. He sighed and moaned, "Mmmmmm" to his wife's delight. At the time, she had no idea they were going home to have PIV (penis-in-vagina) sex for the last time in at least a year.

Sara released his head and told him, "Get up and take me to bed for your last fuck." Mike rose to his feet and grabbed her hand excitedly. He hadn't been so excited to have sex with his wife in years. Sara stopped him and said, "And Mike," he looked and saw the twinkle in her eyes. "With that tongue of yours, you will always be on the all-star team!"

Mike grinned and pulled her eagerly toward their bedroom knowing he was getting ready to feel the joy and ecstasy of her pussy squeezing his cock for the last time for a very long time. So, why was he so excited?

CHAPTER 2

"So, are you going to tell him today?" Sara asked her husband conspiratorially. It was a beautiful summer day and the smell of smoke from the grill wafted through the screen of the patio door. Sara was making a salad and Mike was seasoning three steaks on the butcher block countertop in their kitchen. There was an open bottle of red wine left to breathe before dinner and the smell of garlic bread was coming from the oven. Mike had a bottle of craft beer sitting within arm's reach as he finished rubbing olive oil and steak seasoning on the bright red, well-marbled ribeyes he had bought from the butcher shop that morning.

He shrugged in response to his wife's question and said, "Yeah, probably," in a slightly uncomfortable voice.

"You know I'm happy to tell him, but you asked me to let you do it," she pressed.

"I know," Mike said in resignation.

Mike's best friend Nick was sitting in a lounge chair on the deck with a beer in his hand and called out so they could hear through the screen door, "Are you guys sure I can't do anything?"

"No, we're fine," they both yelled back in unison.

Mike picked up the plate of seasoned steaks as Sara looked at him with raised eyebrows. "I will, I will," he insisted as he carried the steaks in one hand and his beer in the other toward the screen door. Sara just shook her head and checked on the garlic bread in the oven.

Nick joined Mike at the grill and commented on how good the steaks looked. Mike agreed and explained that you had to go to the butcher shop if you wanted to find the best quality meat. Nick laughed and said, "You never do anything halfway buddy. It's always got to be just right and you don't mind going the extra mile. Isn't that butcher shop all the way across the county line?"

Mike nodded his head and replied, "Yeah, but it's worth it." The steaks sizzled as they hit the very hot, perfectly clean grate of the grill. Mike prided himself on his grilling expertise and always made sure everything was clean and well-maintained. He used expensive lump charcoal that would burn hotter so the steaks had a nice crust, and he knew just when to pull them so each steak would be a perfect medium rare. He did go all out for things that were worth it.

Mike took a swig of his beer and said in a nonchalant voice as he closed the grill lid, "Did Sara tell you about our latest experiment?" Nick looked at his friend quizzically and shook his head. "You know how Sara likes to tease me and won't let me have sex with her during the week if she knows you're coming over?"

Nick grinned and said cheerfully, "Yeah, I think that's hot! She's hotter than a firecracker by the time I get her."

"Well, a couple of months ago we decided to try something new and to take that idea a little further." Mike took another swig of his beer while trying to remain conversational. "Well, we're gonna try to ... you know ... me, not having sex with her for a year ... maybe more."

Nick's eyes shot up in surprise and he almost dropped his beer. "What?! Are you crazy?" He lowered his voice, afraid Sara might hear him. "Dude ... why is she cutting you off? It's not because of me, is it?"

"No, no, no," Mike assured his friend. "It was my idea, not hers."

Nick asked incomprehensibly, "But, as much as you like to have sex. Hell, as much as SHE likes to have sex ..."

Mike shrugged saying, "We're having sex more than ever. I mean ... I'm horny ALL the time. We just don't ... you know ... fuck." What Mike didn't tell his friend was Sara's growing interest in orgasm denial. She hadn't let Mike cum since the last time Nick visited three weeks ago.

Nick took a big swallow of his beer with a look of disbelief. He shook his head and asked, "How do you have sex without fucking?"

"There's plenty of ways to get off without banging," Mike said with a shrug.

"Yeah, but no better ways," Nick retorted.

Mike didn't disagree and said, "Surprisingly, Sara's the one that is missing the fucking, but she likes our experiment and doesn't want to quit." Mike flipped the steaks as he added, "And that's where you come in." He turned back toward his best friend and said, "She wants to start hooking up with you more often." Nick had a look on his face like he wasn't sure what Mike was suggesting, so Mike said bluntly, "She needs you to fuck her more often."

Before Nick could respond, Sara walked out the screen door onto the patio with a glass of wine in her hand and said, "Are you boys talking about me?"

Mike laughed and Nick turned toward his lover with a boyish smile on his face. "Mike was just telling me he needed help with a little problem."

Sara flashed a sexy smile and said teasingly, "Well, I hope it isn't something too big for the two of you to handle."

"Oh no," Nick assured her. "It's definitely something we can handle."

Sara grinned and uncon_sciously licked her lip. Nick noticed the gesture and interpreted it like a poker player reading the tell of their opponent. She knew her husband had told him what she wanted and ... she was horny. Sara was wearing her daisy duke cut-offs that showed off the curves of her ass so well, and a tight white tank top with a pink bra that was visible through the thin cotton material. She may act like a soccer mom and look like a soccer mom most of the time, but Nick knew she was anything but prim and proper when the bedroom door closed. She loved sex and gave as good as she got in bed. He had never been with a woman so lustful and passionate. It was hard to believe his best friend could even think about not having sex with her. It was hard enough to believe he would share her, but he had thought that about Lucy too.

Lucy was Mike's girlfriend in high school and was also good friends with Nick. The three of them hung out together a lot and Nick was envious when Mike started having sex with the redhead. Being teenagers, he and Mike would talk about sex all the time and Nick would want to know if he was getting blowjobs and would tell all the things he imagined them doing together. Mike would just smile in response and Nick would punch him in the arm saying "you lucky dog". Then, one night when they went camping together, Mike drank too much and passed out. He woke up when Nick was shaking him and said, "Hey man, you got a condom?" Mike thought for a moment and then smiled saying, "You two finally going to hook-up?" Nick shook his head eagerly and Mike reached for his wallet and retrieved the condom. The next morning, they all had breakfast over the campfire together and tried to act like nothing happened. When Mike and Lucy broke up a short time later, Nick was the first person she pursued, but he shut it down quickly by letting her know he would never betray his friend by dating his ex-girlfriend. However, he did let her know he was open to a friends-with-benefits relationship. She took him up on his offer and they hooked up together for several years afterward.

Nick had always viewed his sexual relationship with Sara in a similar way. She was Mike's woman and he would never do anything to interfere with them. Ever since the first time he had sex with Sara, he never assumed anything and left it up to the couple to make the first move when he visited them. To his surprise, neither of them had ever suggested having a threesome together. Like Lucy, Mike left them alone to enjoy themselves and Nick liked it that way. He liked having the woman totally focused on him and with his large cock it wasn't hard to keep their attention. As Sara walked back into the house, he watched the wiggle of her ass while imagining her naked. He couldn't wait to get her in bed again.

Mike raised his bottle toward his friend and they clinked bottles together in a toast. Nothing more needed to be said. Nick would be happy to help the couple by taking care of her hungry pussy.


Later that night, Nick was lying next to Sara in bed while Mike slept on the couch downstairs. They had just finished having sex for the second time that night and were exhausted from the exertion. Sara ran her hand over his hairy chest and played with his nipple. "You were especially frisky tonight," she cooed quietly.

Nick's eyes were closed and he had a smile on his face. "You bring out the best in me."

Sara put her head on his shoulder and ran her hand down his stomach until her hand found his cock. She wrapped her hand around the girth of his manhood and said sexily, "I'd say the best of you was in me over and over again."

Nick opened his eyes and said softly, "So, explain this not having sex with Mike thing you guys are trying out."

Sara kept squeezing his cock and said, "It's pretty simple actually. We still do everything else we always did. He just doesn't put his penis in me anymore."

They were both quiet for a minute as Sara continued to slowly play with his semi-hard cock. Then, Nick said, "I hate to admit it, but it really turns me on that I'm the only man that's getting in you now."

Sara had never told Nick about her ex-husband and didn't think this was the time to mention it. "Me too," she sighed as she moved down his stomach and took his hardening cock into her mouth.

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CHAPTER 3

Sara knew Mike was usually stressed and tired after being out of town for work. The life of a federal agent wasn't easy and required people that could maintain their cool and stay calm in the face of chaos and conflict. However, that just meant they buried their feelings and stayed focused on the job until they could blow off steam later. Some went to the gym, others to a bar and many would take solace in their families. Sara knew exactly how to relieve her husband's stress after one of these stressful trips. Tonight, she would prepare a great home-cooked meal, maybe a movie and then they'd enjoy each other's naked body in bed. Normally, she would let him cum tonight. Even though tease and denial was becoming a bigger part of their play, she felt a good orgasm was more important at these times. However, the real stress relief he needed would come the next day with a "strict mommy" day. And on those days, the more pent-up tension she could help him release, the better.

Since he always got a day off after his work trips, she would take the day off as well and stay home with him. Over the past couple of years, she had discovered his penchant for being harshly disciplined and then sucking on her breasts as she soothed him in her arms. If she could get him deep enough into the scene, the blissful effects of subspace would stay with him for a couple of days. But first, they would have a pleasant, quiet evening together as a signal for what was coming.

Mike walked into the house and smelled the garlic and herbs as soon as he opened the door. He dropped his suitcase in the laundry room and hung his suit jacket on a hanger in the hallway closet. He followed the smell of dinner into the kitchen and found his wife standing over the stove wearing a sexy satin nightie. Apparently, he noted eagerly, the girls were spending the night with their dad.

Sara turned and smiled at her husband. Mike could see she had put on make-up and styled her hair to increase the sexy image before him. Even better, she handed him a Bombay Sapphire gin martini with three blue-cheese olives on a cute paper umbrella toothpick. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the satiny material of the nightie on his hands, and hugged her tightly as they kissed each other in a long, soulful embrace.

"Welcome home," Sara said in a silky voice as he broke the kiss. Mike reluctantly released her from his embrace and accepted the glass of heavenly relief she offered.

"It's good to be home," he sighed before taking a sip of the martini. Then, he looked his wife over and added, "Especially when I get to come home and see this angelic vision."

Sara laughed as she turned back toward the stove and said, "We'll see how much of an angel I am tomorrow." Then, she looked back over her shoulder and said teasingly, "But tonight ... I just might be an angel."

Mike chuckled and felt his cock stir as he watched her ass, thinking about her naked in bed and about ... tomorrow. He took another sip from the glass as they discussed his flights and how much travelling through airports sucked. He watched her season the large sea scallops drying on the paper towel before she dropped them in the hot oil in the skillet. The sizzle and aroma of the cooking mollusks was making Mike's mouth water. His wife was a great cook and he couldn't wait until dinner was ready. He knew what he wanted for dessert ....

Later, after making Mike suffer through the first half of '50 First Dates', and noticing him yawn a few times, Sara finally said, "Do you want to keep watching him woo the girl or would you rather give it a try yourself?"

Mike grinned and said, "I thought you'd never ask!"

They turned off the TV and hurried to their bedroom. Mike quickly undressed while Sara lit some candles and turned off the lights. As the scent of cinnamon and musk filled the bedroom, Mike watched his wife in the flickering light of the candles as she came to him and embraced him like they had done earlier in the kitchen. They kissed each other as he ran his hands over the satiny material of the nightie. Mike eased the nightie up Sara's back with one hand and ran his hand over her bare butt with the other. He should have guessed she wasn't wearing panties. She wiggled appreciatively in his arms as he massaged her ass. She loved to feel his strong hands caressing the curves of her ass.

Sara ran her hands down his chest and found his nipple with her fingers. She rolled it with enough pressure to make him moan but not enough to make him gasp. "Have you been a good boy this week and played with your toy every night while thinking of me?"

Mike had moved his lips to her neck and earlobes and replied, "Mmm hmm."

"You didn't have any accidents, did you?" she asked as her hand moved down his stomach and found his hardening cock. She knew the answer, but she always asked anyway.

"No, I was a good boy," he mumbled as his hands continued to roam all over her silk-covered body.

"Well then, you get a treat tonight. I want you to make momma's pussy happy and then you can rub your little toy on my clitty. If you can make momma cum again before you have your little cummy, then maybe you won't get spanked too hard tomorrow. Would you like that?" she cooed in his ear.

Mike was fully erect now and his breathing was getting heavy. If his wife kept stroking his cock, he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. After two weeks of orgasm denial with nightly edging before going to sl_eep, he was desperate for an orgasm. When he was on the road, his wife required him to bring himself right to the edge of orgasm and then to stop and wait until it was safe to touch himself again. He had to do it five times before he was allowed to stop. Then, he could go to sl_eep when his heartrate finally slowed down enough to allow it. He was getting to be an expert at it and could edge five times and be asl_eep within a half hour.

Sara pulled Mike with her onto the bed and she got comfortable while Mike moved between her spread knees. He started to remove her nightie but she stopped him and said he could do his job without her being naked. She knew he loved to see and play with her tits but decided she would deny him that tonight. A bit more denial was good for him.

Mike frowned with disappointment. He had imagined his naked wife for the past week. However, her refusal to let him remove her nightie also excited him. He knew she had been to Nick's apartment since he was out of town and he knew she didn't stop Nick from seeing her fully naked. Quite the contrary, she had probably stripped and then undressed him as soon as she got to his apartment. She was infatuated with his large, fat cock and his ability to last as long as she needed. As much as she loved having sex with her ex, she said Nick was even better.

Mike looked at her beautiful pussy between her spread knees, exposed under the flipped up nightie. 'Nick's Pussy' he thought. That was what they called it now. Ever since Nick told her how excited it made him to be the only man having PIV sex with her, she thought it only appropriate to call it Nick's Pussy. She knew it would add to the excitement for all of them. When Mike pointed out the fact she was still hooking up with her ex on occasion, she told him that would be their little secret and to keep it to himself if he knew what was good for him. Nick still didn't know the full extent of their Female-Led Relationship, but Mike's cuckold status was no longer perceived as a taboo topic. It was becoming an open teasing game to discuss how Nick would be the only man fucking her from now on. Nick still didn't understand how they got off on this kink, but he was more than happy to be the man she wanted between her thighs.

Mike inhaled the scent of her perfume as it drifted from wherever she had dabbed it on her thighs or ass. The scent was mingled with another familiar scent that always made his head swoon with passion. It was a Pavlovian response learned over the years of tasting her heavenly nectar. He nibbled on her inner thighs and slowly worked his way to the folds of her outer lips. He took his time and explored her entire outer lips and fucked her with his tongue before teasing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. She moaned in response and began to move her hips. Neither of them had lost interest in this most intimate form of lovemaking. He could feel the little tremors and the contractions from the muscles in her pussy as she responded to his tongue and fingers. He did his best to drag out the orgasm as he imagined Nick's cock plunging in and out of this very same pussy.

Sara began to moan as Mike's tongue danced over her clit with greater urgency. He alternated from using the flat of his tongue to a more concentrated attack with the tip of his tongue. His finger rubbed on her G-spot and she felt the familiar tremors of an imminent orgasm building in her body. She grabbed the back of his head with both hands and squeezed the sides of his head between her knees. His face was trapped tightly against her pussy but he never stopped doing what was causing her to peak. She cried out loudly in orgasmic bliss and rode the wave of tremors until she became too sensitive and begged him to stop.

Mike looked up at her with excitement in his eyes. He loved to make his wife cum. Sara said urgently, "Do it! Rub your toy on my clit and make me cum again!"

Mike got between his wife's legs like he was going to fuck her, but he was careful to place his cock on her outer lips with the head well above her clitoris and began to rub his cock slowly up and down. The contact wasn't as good as his lips and tongue had just been, but Sara's very sensitive clit responded immediately. Sara moaned in pleasure and cried out, "Yes, that's it. Rub my clit. Make me cum again!"

Mike picked up the pace and could feel the pressure of her pubic mound and pussy pressing on the bottom of his very sensitive cock. He had to be careful to avoid getting too excited and accidentally penetrating her with his cock. He knew that would result in consequences he didn't want to consider. Without a doubt, he wouldn't be allowed to do this anymore and the' strict mommy' session tomorrow would be particularly painful. He pressed his cock firmer against her sex as he felt himself reaching the point of no return and hoped she would cum quickly. Sara was thrusting her hips to match his thrusts and moaning loudly as her clitoris sent waves of pleasure through her body. She hoped they would reach orgasm together but she could tell he was barely holding on. She yelled out, "I'm almost there. Don't you dare cum!" But, it was too late and she could see his face grimace as he started spurting cum onto her pubic mound and belly. He kept thrusting to try and make her cum but she stopped him, pushing him off her, his cock still dribbling spurts of cum.

"I really thought you were going to do it," she said in a pouting voice. "I was so close."

Mike rolled over next to her and put his arm around her saying, "I'm sorry babe. I tried so hard but you felt so good."

"Well, at least clean me up," she said in the same pouty voice.

Mike scrambled between her legs and licked his cum from her stomach and pussy. When he tried to lick her clit, she smacked his head and said, "You had your chance."

After he was done, Sara said, "I guess we'll be starting tomorrow with some corner time, won't we?" Mike nodded his head forlornly and laid down next to her. Sara rolled over and put her head on his chest and after a moment said in a loving voice, "I'm glad you're home sweetheart."

"Me too," Mike said with a smile on his face. He loved how quickly his wife could switch from dominant to loving. His heart rate was still racing as he felt his wife's hand running softly over his chest. She squeezed his nipple between her fingers for a few seconds before drifting into a gentle sl_eep with her strong, loving husband.

CHAPTER 4

Mike was standing with his nose toward the corner of the family room next to the wood-burning fireplace. He could smell the ashes from the last fire and reminded himself that it needed to be cleaned out. He remembered the fire. Nick had come over for dinner a couple of nights before he left on the latest business trip. It had been a fun evening that ended like all Nick's visits lately. Eventually, Nick and Sara were horny and she would kiss Mike on the lips and with excited eyes she would tell him how much she loved him. Then, she would take her lover's hand and they would go to the master bedroom together. Mike had sat alone watching the fire with a scotch in his hand. He strained his ears to hear the sounds coming from the bedroom but mostly he just heard the crack of the fire. Sara usually left the door open for his benefit but sometimes she closed the door to give the lovers more privacy. However, he eventually heard her shouts of pleasure leading up to her first orgasm. It would be the first of many. As usual. He had sighed contentedly and took another sip.

Mike pulled a knee up to his stomach and held it as he stretched while standing, facing the wall. He thought about the night before and his wife asking if he had been a "good boy". He loved being her good boy and making her happy. When she had told him how excited it made her to see him suffer and yearn for her, he desperately wanted to give her more. He was obsessed with trying to satisfy his wife, while knowing he couldn't satisfy her in the one way she needed it most. Like a self-flagellating Capuchin monk, he eagerly suffered for the object of his devotion and, if she wanted him to torment himself with edging and orgasm denial, then he would gladly do it for her. He didn't tell her he had come back to the hotel completely exhausted one night and fell asleep lying on top of the covers before he had a chance to edge for her. He knew she would understand but he didn't want to disappoint her, so he had kept it to himself. Now, he was feeling guilty and hoped she would be a bit more severe this morning to cleanse him for his sin.

Mike's mind often wandered when he was standing in the corner. He had already been to the gym this morning and made himself some coffee and breakfast. He knew the smell of coffee would wake his lovely bride, so he always waited until he was ready before starting the coffee maker. Being ready meant stripping naked and putting the toy bag on the floor in the middle of the family room. The toy bag held the paddles and floggers and nipple clamps and other implements of discipline. These were toys that would deliver the pain and eventual pleasure that sent him into subspace. Sara was getting really good at both the mental and physical arts of domination and discipline. She would be his strict mommy, demanding his complete sub_mission as she punished her boy until he was totally chastised and suckling at her breasts. He would feel the tingling sensations from the session for the rest of the day and night. The marks would last for days.

He heard her footsteps and knew it was time.

Sara had been awake for a while, but she was enjoying the pleasure of just lying in bed without having to get up and hurry out the door. Today would be a fun but tiring day. Being a good Domme took a lot of effort if you were going to do it right! She intended to give her husband everything he wanted, everything he needed, to satisfy his kinky desires. But, who was she kidding? She enjoyed this as much as he did. Before meeting Mike, she never would have imagined how satisfying and enjoyable it could be to sexually dominate your man. The rush of power and the thrill she got from disciplining him was unlike anything she had ever done.

She smelled the coffee. That was the signal. Mike was back from the gym. He rarely missed his early morning workout unless he was in the field. Even then, he would at least go for a quick jog if time and conditions permitted. The commitment to maintaining his body in top condition was evident. His broad shoulders, muscular torso and strong legs would be on full display when she saw his naked body this morning. She especially liked his tight, well-rounded ass. She only wished her own ass was as nice as his.

She knew he would make himself a quick bite to eat before waiting in the corner for her. "Let the fun begin," she thought as she stretched and got out of bed. She brushed her teeth but decided to wait until later to shower. She would let her boy bathe and pamper her. Besides, she intended to work up a sweat this morning. As she got dressed in a pair of tight black yoga pants and matching Lycra top, she looked like she was going for a workout at the gym, except the lack of panties and bra clearly showed the outline of her pussy lips and nipples. She realized she was getting horny when she looked in the mirror and saw her nipples poking through the material like a pop-up timer on a plump turkey breast. She tied her hair back in a tight ponytail and didn't put on any makeup to give herself an even more severe look.

Sara walked through the family room on her way to the kitchen and saw her husband and his tight, round ass standing obediently in the corner. She didn't say a word as she stopped to make sure everything was in the proper place and then continued on her way to the kitchen. She didn't hurry as she poured a cup of coffee and inhaled the fragrant aroma. She walked to the refrigerator and grabbed the yogurt and fruit smoothie Mike had prepared for her. By the color, she guessed he had used strawberries and blueberries and possibly some pineapple. This would be enough to hold her over until he made her lunch later.

She walked back into the family room and sat in one of the big brown overstuffed leather chairs, putting her coffee on the small antique table next to it. She sipped her smoothie and coffee without saying anything. She wanted to build the tension and anticipation of what was coming. They both had a general idea of how this would go but she liked to play it by ear with only a vague outline of a plan of attack.

Finally, she said without warning, "Get the nipple clamps, small butt plug, lube and cane out of the bag. Then, I want you to pick three more toys for our play this morning. After lunch, we can choose the toys that will finish our day of fun together."

Mike left the corner and glanced at his wife. She was sitting in the chair with one leg over the other and nonchalantly sipping coffee. It was like they were getting ready to play a game of checkers and she had asked him to get the box of checkers out of the cupboard. Except this would be a game where she was the only one allowed to make any moves and the playing pieces were all instruments of pain – or pleasure depending on your disposition.

Mike dug through the bag and pulled out the short-handled crop that would be used on his cock and balls, a wood-handled flogger with long strands of soft leather that Sara loved to use all over his body – especially his back, and then he paused as he tried to decide on the last item. Knowing Sara already intended to use the cane and nipple clamps, he didn't want to pick something that would be as intense as those 'toys', so he chose the quirt. It was all-leather with a braided handle and a wicked looking leather braid that extended about eighteen inches beyond the handle with a leather cracker at the end. It looked like a miniature bullwhip but was light enough that it didn't leave the skin-damaging marks of a whip unless the person wielding it didn't know what they were doing or intended for it to be used severely.

Mike laid all of the chosen items on a table against the wall and then approached his wife, kneeling before her. He noticed her hard nipples poking through the tight material of her half-shirt. It excited him to know how much she was looking forward to this.

"Let me tell you how this is going to go today, boy," his wife said with authority. "I need to get a workout, so I'm going to whip your ass good and I don't want to hear you say anything but Yes ma'am and Thank You. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am," Mike replied obediently from his kneeling position.

"When I've had a good enough workout and I'm done whipping and having fun with you, you're going to go lie face-up in our bed and I'm going to ride your face until you give me enough orgasms to make up for the one you should have given me last night." This was a command so Mike didn't think a response was necessary.

Sara kept looking at him with a stern look and said, "The only time you will see or touch my tits today will be in the shower when you bathe me." Sara knew how much Mike liked seeing and feeling her breasts. His favorite Strict Mommy outfit was when she went topless. He would lick the sweat off her boobs and nipples before she made him beg to be spanked some more. But, she had decided to use his obsession with her tits as the newest tease to feed his denial fetish. He had become too comfortable with simply being denied having his penis in her. It was time to make him hunger for her even more.

Mike looked glum and replied, "Yes, ma'am."

Sara uncrossed her legs and sat with her knees spread in front of her husband. He looked between her legs and saw the puffy outline of her pussy in the tightly stretched material of the yoga pants. He licked his dry lips and imagined the smell and taste of her wet pussy. He could already imagine her kneeling over his face with his tongue buried in her smoth_ering grasp. He was still looking at her pussy when she said in a teasing voice, "That's it boy. Look at the pussy you don't get anymore. That's somebody else's pussy now, isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said gruffly as his mouth kept getting dryer in anticipation.

She reached forward and took him by the chin, raising his eyes to look at hers. "Do you want to know what he did to me while you were gone this week?"

"Yes ma'am," he answered eagerly.

Sara smiled tauntingly and leaned forward so her tits were in his face and she whispered in his ear, "He fucked my ass with that big cock of his."

Sara heard him gasp and she smiled as she leaned back to look him in the eyes. She said in a mischievous voice, "I kept begging him to be gentle and then begging him to own my ass. I told him it was his ass now." Sara's eyes were blazing now. She could feel the adrenaline beginning to course through her veins. The feeling of power and dominance were making her head buzz with excitement. "So, now it's not just Nick's pussy. Now, it's Nick's pussy AND Nick's ass." Sara reached for Mike's nipples and squeezed them tightly between her fingers. "Does that excite you boy? To know another man owns your wife's ass and pussy now? To know you're not allowed in there anymore? To know you may never get another blowjob?" She twisted his nipples and seethed, "My body is off limits to you and your little toy. Only real men are allowed access to what was once yours."

Mike's breathing was becoming shallow and faster. The sensation from his nipples was making his cock harder and he gasped through parched lips, "Yes ma'am."

Sara released his nipples and stood up, putting her hands on her hips, with her legs spread slightly in front of him. She grabbed the back of his head with one hand and smashed his face roughly into her crotch saying harshly, "Get a good whiff boy. Smell my excitement. That's what thinking about beating your ass does to me." She rubbed her pussy for_cefully against his mouth and nose, riding his face like she was masturbating herself. The material of the yoga pants didn't feel so soft as his face began to turn red from the rough treatment. Then, she stopped suddenly and demanded in a stern tone, "It's time, boy. Assume the position."

Mike quickly stood up and scampered the few steps to the fireplace, placing his hands on the wooden mantle and spread his feet shoulder width apart. He hung his head as he waited. The teasing and humil_iation had already got the endorphins buzzing inside him but he knew the real endorphin rush was still to come. When he felt the leather braid of the quirt trail down his back and nestle in the crack of his ass, he knew there would be no warm-up today. Apparently, his wife intended to get right to it.

The first crack of leather across his ass made him jump up to his toes but he didn't release his hands from the mantle or make any sound other than a sharp intake of breath. Sara held the handle of the leather quirt in one hand and the braided lash in her other. The fall of the whip hung limply over her hand as she lined up the next stroke. She was glad he had chose this implement. It was one of her favorites. The sounds and the marks it made were perfect. She was feeling powerful ... and horny ... and alive! Two more rapid cracks of the lash had her boy up on his toes again and she grabbed him by the balls to warn him not to move his hands from the mantle. Then, she remembered what was missing. She smiled as she thought to herself, "It won't be my ass getting filled today." When he settled back down onto the soles of his feet, she grabbed the lube from the table and dribbled some of the liquid onto his asshole while using the butt plug to push the slippery goo into his opening. He gasped again. She loved the sound of his awareness. He knew what was coming next. "Imagine his cock sliding into my ass boy," she demanded as she pushed the plug harder against his protesting sphincter muscle. More gasping but no pleas to go slower ... not yet. She knew how to push him to the edge. How to make him whimper, how to bring tears to his eyes. That's when she would make him beg for more. This was going to be a really fun day!

CHAPTER 5

Mike was sitting in a comfy rocking chair on the balcony of the country club looking at the 18th green with a cold beer in a frosty mug sitting on the table next to him. He was wearing a bright red golf shirt, black shorts and a PGA golf hat Nick had bought at some tournament. As a lobbyist, Nick attended many sporting and cultural events where he could entertain the never-ending political class who were always looking for freebies in exchange for acting like they cared about whatever he wanted to discuss.

Mike rocked slowly and brushed away some drops that had dripped from the cold mug onto his shorts. When he put on the shorts this morning, he had checked twice to make sure the cane marks Sara had applied across his upper thighs wouldn't show if he bent over or swung a club. As he rocked in the chair, he realized he was still blissfully content an entire day later. Sara had been especially aggressive with him and the endorphins and subspace hadn't fully wore off. Any feelings of stress, guilt or frustration had been washed away – at least temporarily.

As a result of his dazed contentment, he had played especially bad today and lost more money to his best friend than usual. He knew Nick would tease him all week. It had already started on the course when Nick joked, "Dude, I think you need to get laid so you can get some focus!" Mike laughed and agreed it must be Sara's fault. He didn't mention how it was Sara's fault. That she had spent the morning and some of the afternoon whipping, flogging, plugging and using him for her pleasure while his own cock and orgasms were totally ignored. How she had taunted him with her shirt-covered tits and asked if she should take those away from him as well. Since he was only allowed to say 'Yes Ma'am' and 'Thank You', his response was a sad-eyed "Yes Ma'am?" She told him he looked adorable with his puppy-dog eyes and then told him to spread his legs so she could slap his cock and balls with the crop some more.

Nick came back from the bar with some snacks and sat in the rocking chair next to him with their beers sitting on a little table between them. He handed Mike a bag of cashews and Mike laughed saying, "After all the money you just took from me and all you could afford was a bag of nuts?"

Nick grinned and agreed, "You definitely were off today. I wasn't playing well but I don't need to when you play like that."

The friends rocked quietly for a few minutes watching people playing the last hole on the golf course. After a cold spring, the weather was finally turning warm and the golfers had flocked to the course, happy to be rid of the jackets and sweaters and to start wearing shorts and polo shirts. In Northern Virginia, it seemed like the weather went straight from winter to summer with barely any late spring weather like this.

Mike was rocking slowly with his eyes closed when Nick said, "I'm thinking about slowing things down with Sara and maybe taking a little break from us hooking up."

Mike's eyes shot open as he stopped rocking and turned sharply toward his friend, "What!? Why?"

Nick was still looking straight ahead as he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I dunno. I just think we should." He could feel Mike's eyes boring into him, so he finally turned to look at his best friend. He sighed and said, "Dude, you know what we always said ... 'Bros before Hos'. And I don't want anything to ever come between us."

Mike quickly responded, "And there isn't any problem. We're all completely okay with things like they are."

Nick looked down at the beer on the table and stammered, "Dude, it's just ... well, I don't think you understand how much ..." Then, he looked up at his friend and said, "I'm falling for her ... I mean, I'm falling really hard ... I don't date anymore ... I'm not even returning calls from my friends with benefits."

Mike was a little surprised. When Nick's marriage fell apart, he had started dating voraciously and was known as quite the ladies' man. He and Sara teased Nick all the time about his crazy dating life and Sara was always trying to hook him up with her single friends. To hear he was forgoing other women due to his feelings for Sara was completely unexpected. "Wow! I had no idea," Mike exclaimed. He looked back toward the fairway as he considered Nick's admission of falling in love with his wife. Mike turned back to Nick and said, "You'll break her heart if you just quit seeing her." He paused and added, "Because she has the same feelings for you."

Nick looked skeptical and said, "Really?"

Mike thought about it and knew he was telling the truth. He could see it in her eyes and the way she talked about Nick. She'd never said anything specific, but her body language said it all. "Yeah, she's crazy about you."

"But, she's always trying to set me up with her friends ... and she loves you to death, bro."

"She wants you to be happy because she loves you, man. And, I know she loves me. She just loves you too. Most people can only love one person at a time, but she's different. You don't have to worry about us. If she ever quit loving me as much, it would be my fault. Not yours or anybody else," Mike insisted. Nick nodded his head and wanted to believe his friend, but he couldn't see how it could work. Mike implored his friend, "Just give it a little more time. Don't start pulling away. Just go with it for now. Okay?"

Nick nodded his head and then grabbed his beer, holding it up for a toast. "Here's to the craziest couple a guy could ever want to know." Mike laughed and clinked his mug against Nick's and they both took a big swig before Nick started teasing him about his golf game again.


Mike and Sara were washing the dinner dishes while the girls were getting ready for a high school dance. The California Honeydrops were singing 'When It Was Wrong" through the Sonos speaker on the counter and the couple were smiling and singing it together when Sara asked, "So, how was golf today?"

Mike sighed and said, "I played terrible. For some reason I just couldn't seem to focus today." He looked at his wife with an accusatory glance and she returned a smug look on her face like 'it wasn't my fault' when she knew it was absolutely her fault and she was happy about it. Mike washed another plate and handed it to her to rinse and dry when he said in a nonchalant voice, "Nick is falling in love with you and is freaking out about it."

Sara stopped drying the plate and looked at her husband with a stunned face. "What? Freaking out how?"

"He quit dating and having hookups. He's only seeing you. Now, he's worried his feelings will come between us." Mike paused before adding, "He thinks he should stop having sex with you." Mike kept washing the dishes as he waited for her response.

Sara thought about it for a few moments as she started drying the dishes again. "I always assumed he would meet someone and get serious and that's when it would end," she said in a distant voice.

"I told him it wasn't an issue for me, and you felt the same way so he should give it more time."

Sara looked at her husband and their eyes met. She saw he was serious and his expression only showed concern for her. Hearing his friend was in love with his wife didn't seem to faze him. And ... he was right. She did love Nick too. It was more than just sex. Even though she wanted him to find a new woman in his life ... she knew it would break her heart. Maybe Nick was right. Maybe they should stop before it got even harder.

Sara started to dry a fork when Mike said, "Why don't you let me finish the rest of the dishes?" She nodded and went to the family room and sat curled up in one of the big leather chairs.

Mike finished in the kitchen and took out the trash. He sat in a chair on the back deck to give his wife some time alone. She was a thinker and would need time to work it out in her head before they could discuss it together. He hoped she came up with a solution. He didn't want it to end. Her affair with Nick was one of the most exciting things in his life. To his surprise, Sara came out and joined him at the deck table a few minutes later. She sat down and put one leg over the other and asked him, "What would you think about him living here for a little while?"

Mike's face showed his surprise and he asked, "What about the girls?"

Sara shrugged saying, "My mom invited them to stay with her at The Cape this summer so we could go somewhere for my 40th birthday. Anne leaves for college mid-summer to start working out with the soccer team and Janet is going through that stage where she wants nothing to do with us so we can work around it. Besides, he may decide living with us sucks and be out of here before the girls get back from my mom's."

The idea of having a live-in lover for his wife sounded like a dream come true! He and Nick had been roommates in a small apartment one summer and they both loved it, so he wasn't worried about that. "What about his apartment?" Mike queried.

"What about it?" Sara responded. "He always says how he could rent it on Airbnb for twice his mortgage. If he wants to stay after the summer, we'll tell the girls he's got a long-term renter and is staying with us while his apartment is occupied. It will also give him a chance to get away and have a break from us." Sara grabbed Mike's hand and said in a teasing voice, "Maybe I'll go and stay with him at his apartment for a week this summer. Happy birthday to me."

Mike felt a tingle in his stomach. His wife had stayed overnight with Nick in the past and it always got him incredibly turned on. He was getting more excited as the thought of this becoming a reality grew. "So, how would slee_ping arrangements be?" Mike asked uncertainly.

Sara smiled cockily, "Obviously, when Janet's home, you and I would still sl_eep together and Nick would take the spare bedroom. But, while we have the house to ourselves this summer ... I don't know. I guess we'll have to work that out." Mike just nodded his head as he imagined the possibilities. Then, Sara said, "You know this means he'll find out about the other things we do, right?"

Mike hadn't thought about that and shrugged saying, "He already knows that he owns your pussy and ass. I don't think he'll be too surprised when he finds out we play a little rough sometimes."

Sara scoffed, "So you think it's just play when you serve me and when I spank your ass?"

Mike quickly corrected himself, "No, no, he already tells me that he knows who wears the pants in this family."

Sara raised her eyebrows in a threatening way, "Don't think I'm going to stop treating you exactly the same way just because your best friend is living with us."

Just then, the girls opened the patio door and said they were getting ready to leave. Sara checked their outfits to make sure they weren't too risqué, but that wasn't usually a problem with either of them. They were level-headed, bright kids but a mom's work was never done. She begged them to be careful and not to hesitate to call for a ride if the person driving decided to dr_ink. "No questions asked," she promised. They each gave their mom and Mike a kiss on the cheek and were on their way.

Sara resumed her conversation with Mike. "If he hears that we want him to move in with us this summer, then he'll know what we have going is perfectly fine with you and that I'm ready for it to be something more for me too." Sara's enthusiasm was building as she spoke, "He'll be like a co-husband. He won't be a guest in our house. This will be his house too and he can treat me like his wife. The two of you can share me," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. "Well, I don't mean sexually of course," but then quickly added, "but, who knows what could happen!"

Her excitement at the prospect was amazing for Mike to watch. He just sat there dumbfounded as he listened to her describing a fantasy-come-true for him. Then, she stopped herself and grabbed Mike's arm, "Ohmigod, honey, I'm carrying on without making sure you're really okay with this. You know it's okay to say 'No', right? Nick is your best friend and I would never want to do anything that might mess that up."

Mike laughed and said, "You're starting to sound like Nick. Does everybody think I'm too fragile to handle my wife and my best friend loving each other?"

Sara started laughing heartily with her husband and got up from the chair to sit on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "Are we really going to do this?"

Mike shrugged and said, "You have a way of being pretty persuasive, so I'd say the odds are good if you are the one to make the pitch to Nick."

Sara kissed her husband on the lips and put her nose against his when she said, "Somebody is going to get a really nice handjob tonight." Mike grinned lustily and Sara added, "I'll even let you play with my boobs." Then, she got up from his lap and pranced excitedly back into the house.

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