Take Your Medicine, Honey

The medication began taking effect within 24 hours; by Monday night I was once again effectively impotent. I had, incidentally, gotten myself another job in the building industry; with my injury now all healed, there was nothing to prevent me from getting off my ass and getting back into work. The company that I was now working for employed about sixty men, and strangely enough more than a couple of them bore a passing resemblance to Jason - young, fit and handsome.

As I drove home from work on Monday afternoon I found my mind flitting to the rather bizarre and one-sided menage-a-trois that had recently developed between Angela, Jason and myself. Watching Angela cuckold me for real far surpassed even my most carnal fantasies, and the fact that my sexy wife's previously sacrosanct pussy was now on offer to another male seemed to sharpen my own sexuality - I felt like a teenager anticipating his first taste of real sex. Even the strange, erotic humiliation that welled through me as I remembered Angela eagerly spreading her lean, sexy legs for her young lover left a weirdly satisfying tingle in its wake. I began to realise just how powerful the reality of being truly cuckolded was - but that simply made me crave it even more. In essence, I was vicariously relishing my wife's ostensibly furtive infidelities, and the wicked little game she had devised simply cranked up the juice.

Angela had naturally noted my return to my previously flaccid state, and as the week slowly passed she made several teasing references to Jason's impending visit and the fact that I would have to wait until after the next weekend before I was able to 'get a hard on' and climax again.

As I have previously stated, I was quite unable to masturbate myself to orgasm whilst I was taking the evil medication - a fact not lost on my lecherous wife. She had playfully quipped that she could now really indulge my Tease-and-Denial fantasies; she had made it perfectly obvious that she would not masturbate me until next Sunday, and she almost seemed to be taking perverse delight in my mounting excitement and frustration as the week slowly passed. Conversely, however, her appetite for cunnilingus remained as ravenous as ever, and she had me orally please her almost nightly, and not just in the bedroom.

Saturday approached and drifted by, and almost before I knew it Sunday evening finally arrived. Angela showered and got herself ready, and we sat waiting for Jason's phone call - me pensive and inwardly shaking, and Angela relaxed and perfectly at ease. Her cell phone warbled at about 8:15pm: Jason calling to announce his imminent arrival.

Three minutes later I found myself downstairs in the spare room, securely restrained to the office chair. Angela had previously told me that this time she herself would ensure Jason's departure not long after their fun, so I would have no need to 'call' announcing my 'return home'. This being the case, I wouldn't need to use my cell phone, and Angela had proposed that my wrists should be cuffed behind me, with the "D" rings of the leather cuffs firmly anchored by a short piece of rope to the metal back support of the chair. I had just enough scope to lean down to sip a straw thrust into a can of soft drink on the desk, but little more.

Angela playfully stated that having my hands tied behind my back would add to my sense of anticipation and helplessness, and as it turned out she was right - but as I later discovered that she did it for another reason as well.

My wife flashed me a parting smile, and then closed and locked the door. As Angela went upstairs to await her lover, I was once again left to ponder the gym through the hidden window, and to think about what would shortly occur. I heard Jason arrive soon after, and I then breathlessly waited for the evening's debauchery to unfold.

I didn't have to wait long. The pair made their way down to the gym, and immediately stripped. I once again jealously admired Jason's superb physique, and - to my fervent imagination - Angela gazed at him hungrily, her eyes raking over his lean torso and drifting down to linger on his cock, which was already swelling in apparent anticipation.

They climbed into the spa and sat closely together, making small talk and exchanging banter in the hot, swirling water for ten minutes or so. They then began to softly kiss. As I may have mentioned, my wife was a great kisser, and she eagerly gave Jason a tour de force of her skills. Their kisses gradually grew from gentle and tender, to urgent and passionate. I could see Jason cupping my wife's wet, slippery tits, and my cock spasmed enviously as he lifted a hardening nipple to his lips and sucked it. Angela tilted her head skyward in pleasure, lifting slightly and arching her back to offer him greater access to her tender orbs. She moaned softly and gently cradled his head as he licked and suckled each nipple in turn. For some reason I found this to be almost unbearably erotic - to see my wife ardently presenting her breasts to his lips and clearly relishing him licking and sucking her nipples.

My wife then urged him to sit higher up in the spa. He promptly did so, and his large cock breached the water of the spa like a submarine periscope rising from the depths. Angela licked her lips and lowered her pretty face and took the broad, mushroom head of his cock into her mouth. I breathlessly watched as she fellated him for several minutes before she looked up at her lover and urgently suggested a more reciprocal approach. They immediately alighted from the spa and Angela quickly sheathed his large cock in a rubber. They then had intercourse as Angela lay on the spa decking, her ardent moans and exhortations accompanying the heavy slap of his wet flesh against hers.

I squirmed in my chair and panted as I watched, my balls now softly aching and the kinky little buzz dancing joyfully through my lions - especially when my wife climaxed loudly, exhorting her lover to give it to her! Jason duly did so, and their coupling quickly reached a frenzied crescendo. Angela climaxed twice more before Jason gasped that he was 'gonna blow!' and I watched Angela's long, sexy legs lock around his hips as he climaxed, his cock buried to the hilt in my wife's drenched cunt. The pair lay for several minutes, spent and panting before they languidly returned to the spa for another twenty minutes or so. Angela finally suggested that they make their way upstairs.

My wife had previously fished out an old dressing gown of mine for Jason to wear, whilst Angela wore her silky black kimono; for some reason it gave me a weird thrill to see them both dressed in just the thin material, knowing they were both naked underneath. They headed upstairs and watched TV for just over an hour or so, and I strained to hear any sounds that would indicate any further sexual activity - but apart from several brief kisses they simply chatted softly over the drone of the TV. In due course they once again returned to the gym, slipped off their gowns, and stepped back into the spa.

They again kissed and petted in the swirling water, their arousal rapidly escalating before they eventually climbed out and hurriedly made their way to the bench-press. My wife once more fellated Jason to full potency and slid a condom on his large, twitching cock. He then proceeded to fuck my wife in the doggy position as she lay on the vinyl bench, her shapely rear arched high. Angela was facing me, and I was treated to the sight of her beautiful face twisting in pleasure and ecstasy as Jason took her vigorously from behind. On several occasions Angela sent me surreptitious winks and fleeting grins through the mirror as she cuckolded me.

I again stared with fixed, unblinking eyes at this strong, handsome man taking my wife so thoroughly, and I enviously acknowledged his prowess in being able to rise to the occasion so soon after their initial coupling. I strained and wriggled in the chair, my cuffed ankles and wrists flexing as Angela's lusty moans and cries of pleasure floated through the little speakers in front of me. My wife climaxed at least twice, and I again found that I was silently cheering her on - that I was relishing every gasp and grunt and pant and squeal. My full balls ached in almost jeering derision when Jason huskily announced his impending climax. He hooked his palms under my wife's shoulders and slammed his hips even more powerfully against Angela's taut, quivering buttocks, making her whole body jolt.

An incredibly lewd thought drifted through my mind; the doggy position was aptly named - because the panting, writhing duo greatly resembled a pair of dogs feverishly engaging in a heated mating frenzy.

Jason emitted another loud moan and arched his back, driving his cock deep inside my wife's cunt and holding it there as he exploded for the second time that evening. Once more my own feeble cock throbbed in silent salute, as if vicariously enjoying its own displacement. Not to be outdone, my balls ached even more intently, as though they were petulantly resentful that their opposing counterparts out in the gym were joyfully emptying their creamy contents into my wife's receptive pussy.

The pair lay slumped on the bench-press for a minute or so before Jason rose to his feet. I could see the bulbous end of the condom on his deflating cock bulging with his semen. Angela looked over her shoulder and noted it, too. She seemed pleasantly surprised at how full the condom was, and in fact she went so far as to compliment him on being able to ejaculate so much, seeing that he'd already climaxed once this evening. Jason's grin had a slightly smug tinge to it, and he suavely replied that it was a natural consequence of being with such a beautiful and sexy woman.

Jason discreetly disposed of the used rubber, and the couple languidly returned to the warm water of the spa again and made idle chit-chat - Angela seeming to take a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction from her post-coital cigarette. They eventually alighted and dried themselves. Jason redressed in his clothes this time, whilst Angela slipped her kimono on. They went upstairs and had another drink before Angela eventually ushered Jason out the door at around 12:30am.

Angela promptly joined me in the spare room. She slid my chair out from under the desk, and mischievously told me that she was going to do something 'naughty'. She then proceeded to slide my jeans and briefs down to my cuffed ankles, but left my wrists tied securely to the back of the office chair.

She looked down at me briefly, her sexy smile ripening as she contemplated both my bound and helpless state and my soft, vulnerable cock. She then absentmindedly opened her kimono, sank to her knees, and began softly stroking and tickling my flaccid member, taunting and deriding me when I naturally failed to achieve an erection. It was clear from the light, casual way that she caressed me that her intent was not to make me cum - it was instead solely to further stimulate and excite me. I suddenly realised that this was another reason that she had cuffed my hands behind my back - so that I was powerless to stop her as she explored a devious new avenue of tease and denial. I gasped as she cupped my aching balls in her warm palm, and she airily quipped how 'full and bursting' they felt.

She then took great satisfaction in describing how her lover's long, hard, thick shaft had filled and even stretched her pussy, and just how many times he had made her cum. She interspersed this with taunting comments about the 'soft little worm' that she was currently tweaking between her fingers - meaning my cock, of course.

After about twenty minutes of what was essentially a slow lascivious torture, my level of arousal once again reached an almost incandescent state. I frantically bucked and arched in the chair, pleading with her to let me climax, but the more I implored her to let me cum, the more she simply giggled and teased me - and at one point she threatened to gag me with her discarded panties unless I stopped 'begging'.

She eventually lowered her head and took my flaccid cock into her hot, wet mouth. She wriggled the tip of her quick tongue just under my glans, at the most sensitive location. I almost screamed in ecstasy, and bucked my hips. Angela briefly let my limp tool slip from her lips.

"Mmmmm, soft lil cock!" she drawled in her slow, sexy voice, followed by a tittering giggle. She repeated this about five times - alternatively fellating me for half a minute, and then chanting "Soft li'l cock!", and her kinky little giggle that followed was what drove me past the brink. Orgasm screamed through my like a freight train, and I thought I would pass out from sheer pleasure and ecstasy as Angela took me fully into her mouth and sucked hard as my semen trickled forth. It was the most powerful climax I had ever experienced.

As we lay in bed an hour later, she smilingly asked if I had enjoyed the evening. I haltingly stated that it had far surpassed the previous episode in the gym, and that it had been the most erotic night of my entire life. Angela inquired if I wanted to repeat the card game, and I at once nodded my assent; there were just enough pills left for another lascivious round of the game.

Angela then suggested another wicked proviso - she proposed that next time I was bound to the office chair, I should remove all my clothes first. My wife stated that this would add another delectable little twist - me sat there totally naked as I watched Jason vigorously fucking her. Angela smilingly added that the exquisite disparity between her lover and myself would become glaringly obvious if I could peer down at my limp little pecker - and then look up and gaze out at Jason's long, hard cock as it sank - inch by inch - into her tight, welcoming pussy.

Her lewd remarks just made me more eager to play the game yet again, and I hastily agreed to her changes. I should point out that Angela had, in fact, studied psychology during her stint at university, and I wondered how much her training in the workings of the mind had influenced her decisions in regard to my rapidly evolving kinks and cuckold fantasies. These thoughts lingered in my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

*****

As the second round of the game commenced, I often found my thoughts drifting to the bizarre sexual situation I had almost eagerly placed myself in. Right from the start, the whole carnal situation that had developed between Angela and I had, by its very nature, inadvertently encompassed and even embraced many aspects of femdom. I had always been intrigued by the notion of total submission - sexual and otherwise - to a beautiful woman, but I had never really explored the idea. Now, however, Angela's assertive side seemed to blossom, and her use of the leather cuffs as she blatantly cuckolded me seemed to bring my submissive side completely out of it's shell, and Angela was both delighted and intensely inquisitive when I admitted as much to her.

She stated that although she could never see herself as a fully-fledged 'Domme', she did get a huge kick from being able to sexually tease and control me - especially using my own powerful desire to be cuckolded as a catalyst to ignite my deepest and most carnal passions. She coyly added that she loved the new sense of freedom and power that being able to openly bed another man gave her - particularly when she thought of me helplessly watching her do so. In fact she said: "Knowing you're sat there - panting and shaking and so desperate to fuck me - as I suck Jason's cock almost makes me cream."

I did note, however, that she seemed to luxuriate in playing the Domme, and more than once I found her idly trawling femdom web sites. Her demeanor slowly shifted into a more assertive mode, and I wondered if certain aspects of femdom appealed to her more than she admitted.

I actually found myself relishing her changing attitude, and I often fantasized about how sizzling it would be to become even more submissive to her. Angela seemed to sense my growing excitement, and this simply accelerated the process; for example, as the second round of the game progressed, I found that Angela had ceased asking for cunnilingus - instead, she would demand it. I lapped up her newly acquired imperious nature with the same fervor as I lapped up her insatiable pussy.

Of course, eating her delicious slit simply heightened my own ardor, and Angela would often smilingly offer me intercourse afterward - pointing out that if I did so, then I risked getting the dreaded pair of cards that would trigger both her next coupling with her lover, and also a week's worth of enforced impotence for myself.

Like any hot, horny man being offered a warm, juicy pussy, I naturally took the risk whenever Angela gave me the opportunity.

I duly drew another pair of cards a six days later after a torrid, if brief, lovemaking session. Ten minutes later, Angela sent me out to retrieve a glass of water and the plastic bottle that contained the evil medication.

Smiling her sweet smile, Angela popped the first pill into my mouth, casually adding that she herself would administer it to me for the next six days so that I wouldn't be tempted to 'cheat'. The next morning she called Jason and issued an invitation to hook up a week later while I was 'interstate' again. He quickly accepted, and the pair made arrangements for him to arrive at about 8:30pm next Sunday night.

The week drifted slowly past. My eager tongue was often a guest between Angela's parted thighs in the interim, and her loud orgasmic moans again floated over me like lecherous taunts, strongly emphasizing my own inability to climax, or even become erect. As Sunday night approached, I discovered that I was looking forward to it with fluttering anticipation

On Sunday evening Angela again showered early, and she then added to my growing angst by asking me to shave her legs. It was all I could do to stop my hands from shaking as I dutifully barbered her long, sexy legs. She then parted her thighs and told me to repeat the process on the pubic thatch and pussy. My wife serenely smiled down at me as I trimmed her thin bikini line and finally shaved her cunt smooth. Although no words were exchanged, the latent message in her mute gaze was obvious - You're shaving me smooth for my lover to enjoy!

My excitement was further stimulated when my wife donned a new dress, which I hadn't seen until now - a sheer red number remarkably similar to the come-fuck-me dress that seemed to haunt my lascivious dreams. The hemline was a scant few inches below her pubic region, and the neckline plunged to reveal a more than generous glimpse of cleavage.

Angela, in fact, noted my hungry gaze as I gawked at her. "I picked this up on Friday night," she told me. "Is it like the dress you dreamed about?"

I shakily told her it was, and my wife's sexy smile slithered over her face. She playfully modeled the new dress for me, and it was obvious that she was naked underneath - I could see no hint of a panty line, and the swell of her delicious breasts stretched the thin red material. I could easily make out her nipples pressing sharply outwards, as though eager to assert their presence. She looked almost unbelievably sexy, and she again smiled at my rapt gaze before ushering me out into the lounge room.

About an hour later Angela's cell phone cheerfully warbled, and my pulse quickened as I realised it was Jason calling to let Angela know he would be arriving shortly. Several minutes later, I was once more ensconced in the spare room, bound to the chair - naked this time. Jason duly arrived, and I helplessly watched as the events of two weeks ago repeated themselves.

With my wrists cuffed behind the chair again, I had just enough movement to be able to lean down and sip from a couple of open soft drink cans that my wife had placed on the desk, the straws poking firmly skyward in what was almost a mockery of my flaccid state.

Angela had forewarned me that she was going to do something especially 'evil and kinky' tonight, and I soon found out what it was. After she and Jason had fucked on the spa decking and taken a subsequent dip in the hot, swirling water, Angela once again suggested that they retire upstairs. They dressed in their gowns and made their way up into the lounge room above me.

Whilst she and Jason ensconced themselves on the leather couch, I naturally listened intently to what was going on as the pair sat watching TV. After about an hour I became aware that they had stopped talking and the sound of fervent kissing asserted itself over the soft hum of the TV. Shortly the wet smack of their kisses grew into soft sighs and moans, quickly followed by urgent pants and gasps. The noises abruptly ceased, and I heard muted whispers, and then I heard the soft crinkle of plastic - a condom wrapper; Angela must have slipped the packet of rubbers into her kimono before they went upstairs.

All I could hear for half a minute or so was the drone of the TV, and then Angela uttered a sharp gasp, and said: "Fuck me!" A few moments later the little speakers in front of me relayed the rhythmic, fleshy slap of Jason's hips against my wife's thighs. It was incredibly arousing to hear the sounds of their passion, but not be able to see what they were doing - but I could vividly picture my naked wife sprawled on the leather couch, her thin kimono contemptuously discarded on the floor, her long, sexy legs pulled sharply upward and spread wide to accommodate her lover as he eagerly mounted her.

"Fuck me!" Angela repeated, her passion amply evident even through the little speakers. She moaned as Jason apparently obliged her, and she added: "Christ, I love your cock!"

I sat sweating and trembling for about fifteen minutes as the pair apparently fucked in several positions. The couch occasionally groaned and creaked in protest at their fervent exertions. Angela, possibly knowing I was listening in, went out of her way to express the pleasure that his large cock was bringing her; her squeals and pants burst from the speakers in front of me almost constantly, and she climaxed at least three times from what I could hear. She also went out of her way to praise her lover's skills, again loudly telling him that he fucked her 'so much better than Michael!'.

Their coupling eventually reached its ultimate conclusion, and Jason gave a groan of satisfaction as he apparently climaxed. Their pants subsided, and my wife duly arose to get them another drink. They then began chatting and giggling softly, and I feverishly wondered if my wife was still naked as she lazed on the couch beside him. I sat waiting for almost another hour until they finally returned downstairs so that Jason could redress himself prior to leaving.

When Jason left - at just before 1:00am this time - Angela once more joined me in the spare room. She was clad in just her black kimono, and I gazed hungrily at her smooth, sexy legs as she stood smiling down at me. She pulled the chair out on its castors and rotated me to face her, but again leaving my ankles and wrists securely cuffed to the chair.

She then sank to her knees and tickled and caressed my limp cock, teasing and tormenting me with another lewd and explicit narrative. She said that it had made her so hot when she fucked him upstairs, knowing that I was sitting here unable to see, but being able to hear every moan and gasp, and she added that she knew that it would 'make my soft, useless little cock tingle'.

She grinned up at me, tilting her head in thought. She suddenly rose to her feet and let her kimono slide to the floor, and pushed the chair on which I was bound back under the desk. She cleared the soft drink cans from the desk, and then turned and seized the pillow on the single bed behind me and placed it on the desktop. She then slid herself up onto the desk, propping her shapely bare rump on the pillow and maneuvering herself until she was sitting naked directly in front of me. She leaned back on her hands and parted her thighs, lifting her legs and resting them on my shoulders. Her moist cunt opened before me like a steamy tropical flower ready to pollinate. Angela's limpid gaze drifted suggestively from my face down to her crotch.

"Yeah, my lil Cuckie," she playfully intoned. "You know what I want - so get your eager little tongue down there and start licking me. Lick your Slut-wife's naughty little pussy! I want you to taste just how wet Jason's big, hard cock has made me!"

I shakingly lowered my face to her crotch and slid my tongue eagerly into her moist slit. As I fervently slurped and sucked her syrupy sex, my wife hummed her approval. I felt my cock tingle as I pressed my tongue deeper inside, licking the velvety walls of her cunt.

"Mmmmm, that's it, Cuckie," she drawled softly. "Lick it nice and deep. Lick the cunt that only an hour ago had a long, hard cock deep inside it! Does it make you hot to think how Jason's big, thick cock was exactly where your hungry little tongue is right now, honey? It's too bad I can't make you lick me while Jason's actually fucking me, hmm? Or - even better - I'd make you lick my asshole as his juicy cock rams into me again and again! Wouldn't that be kinky, my flaccid little man? If I made you rim me as Jason fucked me!" Angela tilted her head back and uttered a low giggle. "I think that would drive me wild, Cuckie - feeling Jason's hot cock slamming into me as you licked my asshole - using you just to give me more pleasure!"

I uttered a stifled moan and drove my eager tongue inside her even deeper. The impious little buzz was trilling through me so strongly that it was almost making me vibrate.

"In fact," Angela added, raising her hips from the pillow and tilting her pelvis slightly upward. "Get your tongue down to my asshole right now! Slide it down... that's it... lick it, Cuckie... lick it! Mmm, yeah! That's better!... flatten it, and lick... harder... harder!... ooh, yeah!... just like THAT!" She slid her hand down to her pussy and her fingers began rapidly tweaking her erect button. "Mmm, that feels soooo good, Cuckie... now tongue-fuck me... slide it into my asshole as I play with my clit... tongue-fuck my asshole until I cum!"

I did just that; I eased my wet tongue into her asshole, and began thrusting it desperately in and out. Angela moaned her appreciation, and she stroked her clit even faster. I could feel her buttocks and thighs trembling as orgasm rapidly approached her. Her pursed rosette suddenly clenched my probing tongue, and she gave a sharp gasp, and wailed a lascivious, almost pleading mantra: "Lick my ass!... Lick my ass!... Lick my ass!... Lick my ass!"

I almost frantically did as she asked, flattening my tongue and rapidly grinding it against that most intimate part of her as she began to climax. I could actually feel the pulse of her orgasm ripple through her nether regions, her asshole gleefully puckering in time with her powerful internal contractions as if it was relishing the warm, wet rasp of my tongue. Her already damp cunt seethed anew with her cream, and I could feel a long, thick stream of if cascading over my nose and lips.

She emitted a final satisfied grunt, and slumped back onto the desk, her smooth legs dangling on either side of me.

She giggled breathlessly. "Was that good for you, too, my little Cuckie? Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you lick me there?" Angela stifled a soft titter. "And I can tell that you like it too, little one! Do you like licking my asshole, Michael?"

"Yes!" I gasped.

My wife grinned down into my upturned face. "Good. Now lick me clean, lover."

I hastily did as she asked, lapping and slurping up her delicious feminine secretions from her asshole and pussy. All the while she gazed down at me through glazed eyes from her perch, softly running her fingers through my hair.

"Now suck it, lover," she instructed. "Clean me... suck every drop from my pussy."

I quickly obliged, pressing my lips firmly to her labia, and applying a gentle suction; her feminine juices welled out and soon added to the growing pool in my stomach. I continued my oral ministrations for three or four minutes until Angela finally sat upright with another satisfied grunt.

"Ready for your reward, my little ass-licker?" she lewdly asked.

"Jesus, yes!" I almost shrieked.

My wife dropped to the floor and slid the chair out from under the desk. She sank to her knees, and for the next five minutes Angela alternately sucked and stroked my flaccid little cock, once more mocking and teasing me about how a 'real' man had just had her, and how much she loved making me lick her after Jason had just 'fucked her ass off".

She looked up at me and licked her lips. Her finger had zeroed in on that ultra-sensitive spot just underneath my glans. "Oh! Jason mentioned that he has to get his regular medical next week, lover. He said he'll be get screened for sexually transmitted diseases as part of the check-up." Angela grinned. "Soooo, he said that he'll show me the results, but he's sure he'll get a clean bill of health, Cuckie."

In a flash I realised where she was going, and climax literally tore a path to my groin. I moaned and bucked in the chair.

"Yesss..." my wife drawled, "You know what that means, don't you? If he's all clear, then there's no reason why he can't take me bareback, is there, my little lover? Just imagine the next time you watch him fuck me, and you see his full, heavy balls tighten, you'll know that his hot, thick cum is going to explode inside me! I'll make sure that his cock is buried in me when he cums so you can see his cock pumping and throbbing, and you'll know at that very second he's blowing his hot, creamy load right inside my pussy! Will that make you hot, Cuckie?

"Yeah! YEAH!" I wailed. My back arched again as climax slowly began bursting inside me.

"And of course," my wicked wife continued. "I'll have to let you see his cum trickling out of my pussy. Imagine sitting there and having to watch his sperm leaking from my hot, used cunt, baby!" Angela's green eyes bored into mine. "And later on, I'll get you to lick me clean - just like you did just now - and you'll suck every single drop of his cream and mine from my hot, wet, juicy cunt, won't you?" Her voice lashed me in a commanding bark "Won't you, you short-dicked little CUNT SUCKER!"

"YESSSS!" I screamed.

The room tilted, and time stood still as I rocketed upwards, orgasm tearing through me like a thunderclap.

*****

As we later lay in bed in the early hours, she again smilingly asked if I had enjoyed the evening. I told her that I did, and ruefully added that now that the supply of pills was spent it would be difficult to play her wicked little game anymore.

Angela simply smiled.

*****

The next evening after she got home from work she placed a large white plastic bottle on the table in front of me.

"What's that?" I asked, gazing down at it.

"A good supply of your medication, lover." my wife replied.

I had, of course, forgotten that Angela worked for the company who distributed the evil little pills. She had called in a favor and arranged for a supervisor in the warehouse to purloin a whole box for her; the 'missing' box would simply be assigned to the 'damaged goods' register, and that was that.

Angela had once told me that this kind of thing happened a lot, and as long as the losses were small, and no schedule eight drugs - the opiates and narcotics - went missing, the company simply turned a mostly blind eye to the petty thievery.

I opened the screw cap on the bottle and peered inside; it was full almost to the brim with the innocuous little pills.

"Jesus!" I grunted. "How many are there?"

"Twenty pills in each packet, and twenty-four packets in a whole box - you do the math, lover." She winked.

"Four hundred and eighty?" I gasped.

My wife smiled softly. "Uh-huh. That should be enough for us to keep playing our little game, hmm, honey?"

I simply nodded and did some more mental arithmetic; each time we played the game I used six pills. At that rate, there was enough medication for eighty rounds of Angela's wicked little game. I stifled a gasp, but my cock twitched its lecherous approval. Angela slid over to me and kissed me. Her playful tongue wriggled between my lips.

"So, my baby," she intoned softly, breaking the kiss. "Shall we start another round of the game?"

How could I say no?

*****

For the next three months Angela and I carried on with our lecherous little game, and on average Jason visited Angela while I was "interstate' twice each month. Jason did, in fact, show Angela his medical clearance, and as she promised the next time I watched the pair fucking, Jason took my wife unprotected. To witness him climaxing bareback inside her nearly made me swoon. Also, as Angela had promised, she demanded that I lick her moist cunt dry of their combined juices almost as soon as her lover departed.

Angela's general demeanor also went through some further changes. Her work skirts got about two inches shorter, and she also bought a whole new range of skimpy panties - tossing out her staid white undergarments that she usually wore under her work attire. She also bought a pair of long black stiletto-heeled boots, which she often wore to work. Just looking at her sexy legs encased in the boots could make my mouth go dry.

She also began making playful use of the wrist and ankle cuffs outside of the spare room. She would shackle my wrists behind my back, and then get me to orally serve her as she sat in an armchair - and not just cunnilingus. She especially relished having her toes sucked, and she would often have me to do this for over an hour as she leaned back and closed her eyes, her face clouded in soft pleasure.

On one particular evening, Angela was sprawled on one of the armchairs and I was kneeling in front of her, licking and sucking her slender toes with my wrists cuffed behind me. I had 'lost' another round of the game and had been taking the evil little pills for the past three days - meaning I was again effectively impotent. Angela had arranged for Jason to join her on the forthcoming Sunday, and as I suckled her toes she gently teased me about his impending visit. She suddenly looked down with a mischievous grin and told me to remain quiet. She picked up her mobile phone and called Jason.

She told him that I had 'popped out' for a few hours, so she decided to give him a call and see if he was free to chat. He apparently was, and I kept sucking her toes as the pair chatted, and my pulse raced as their talk slowly became amorous. Angela teasingly asked her lover if he was looking forward to coming over on the weekend and giving her a good seeing-to. She then softly inquired if he'd like to hear her play with herself. He obviously assented, because my wife duly hiked up her skirt and slid her nimble fingers into her panties, silently motioning to me to continue sucking her toes.

She then sent me a teasing smile and continued talking into the phone. She began fingering herself, and relaying her actions to Jason. She would say things like: "Mmm, yeah baby - I'm getting soooo wettt!" and "Mmm-hmm, sexy - my button's nice and hard for you!" I shakingly licked and sucked her toes with greater fervor as she became more aroused; she began panting, telling Jason how she wished that she had his big, hard cock in her right now.

I couldn't hear what Jason was telling her, but it was obvious he was playing the game and telling her all the right things, because she started gasping comments like: "Oooh, YEAH! I'd love that!", and "Would you do that until you made me cum, sexy?", and "You know I'd let you fuck me any way you want!".

Her legs were soon trembling, and her toes began curling in my mouth. She pressed the mobile phone even closer to her ear and closed her eyes. The moist sound of her fingers rapidly stroking her clit underscored her urgent pants and gasps, and she suddenly arched her back, and cried out to her lover: "Oh, Jason! Yeah! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, JASON! I'm CUMMING! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Her legs shook violently as she climaxed, and I had to move my head rapidly in order to keep her fully curled toes in my mouth.

As she recovered, I continued sliding my eager tongue between her toes; the pair chatted for several minutes before she blew him a kiss and rang off. Angela's contented gaze slid down to me, and she smiled and pulled her damp toes from my lips, lifted her sexy rump from the chair, and eased her panties down her long legs. She tossed the moist panties aside and slowly spread her thighs and uttered a satisfied giggle. "Now, my little lover? Lick my pussy clean."

And - of course - I quickly complied.

*****

One Thursday evening, about two weeks later, Angela and I were sat watching a movie on TV. Jason had paid Angela another visit last weekend after I'd 'lost' another round of the game, and I had already drawn another four cards.

The film was a typical Hollywood potboiler, and I watched the show with only cursory attention - until once scene suddenly engaged my interest: An unfaithful wife and her unknowing husband had gone to a bar and were sat nursing their drinks and talking. The wife's gaze snaps to the door as her lover unexpectedly walks in. It's apparent that although the three of them know eachother socially, the meeting wasn't planned. The husband spotted the newcomer, and invited him to join them at their table. The wife shows great aplomb in greeting her lover cordially, and without overt affection. The trio duly exchanged small talk - the husband doing most of the talking. The wife's gaze gradually begins to linger hungrily on her lover. He covertly returns her meaningful stares as the husband prattles on, totally oblivious to the slightly lustful glances his wife and her lover are exchanging. The wife become even more brazen, and under the table we see her toes begin to slide up her lover's instep. We then see a flashback through the wife's eyes: she and her lover in bed, fucking like animals.

This brief scene instantly aroused me. For the last few weeks a niggling extension to my cuckold fantasies had been growing in my lecherous mind. I had begun to imagine Angela and Jason's ostensibly clandestine trysts becoming a far more open affair, to coin a phrase - where Jason and I actually met, and he was even made aware that I knew of and complacently accepted his sexual relationship with my wife. I had even gone so far as to imagine him openly 'dating' Angela - blatantly embracing and kissing her in front of me - and I was startled at how incredibly turned on this idea made me. I strongly suspected that the card game that Angela and I were playing amplified these new fantasies. Whatever the reason, the kinky ideas sprouted like weeds in a new garden bed.

I sat riveted to the TV as the wife's flashback ended, and her toes surreptitiously wriggled up her lover's trousers under the table. I suddenly pictured Angela, Jason and myself in a similar situation to what was occurring in the movie, and I felt my pulse quicken.

Angela chose that moment to fortuitously remark: "Hmm - I wonder how I'd react if we went to a bar, and Jason came strolling in."

I was still wistfully contemplating my new fantasies, and I replied without thinking. "In a way, it would be kinda hot."

Angela's head swiveled sharply towards me. "You think so?"

Realising my indiscretion, I tried to ameliorate my remark. "Well, I mean - after everything that's happened recently, it would certainly give me a buzz for the three of us to be sat together talking - like in the movie." I gestured to the TV, hoping to forestall any further discussion of the topic.

Angela, however, was not so easily distracted; I now had her full attention, and she brushed the fluff from my reply and cut to the meat. "Really? It would turn you on if we did happen to run into Jason in a bar or something?"

I realised it was now too late to pull back - but a large part of me was titillated by Angela's eager curiosity, and I found myself breathlessly wondering how she would react to my thoughts about her relationship with Jason becoming far more open. My arousal skyrocketed, and I took a deep breath and plunged shakily ahead. "Yes. To see you openly sitting with him - chatting and laughing and stuff - as I sat watching? Yes, it would turn me on."

My wife appraised me for several seconds. "Ahhhh... I see." She paused briefly and sent me a knowing glance. "And how would it make you feel if I started flirting with him right in front of you?"

Seeing how the subject was now well and truly broached, there was no point holding back. "I think I'd cream my fucking jeans."

Angela's eyebrows lifted at my frank admission. "Oooh - would you now?" She turned her whole body toward me, the movie now forgotten. Her expression took on an impish slant, and her sexy grin started forming on her lips. "So if you were sat next to me as I flirted with him, it would turn your crank, lover?"

"Uh-huh - very much so." I softly admitted. I could feel blood rushing to my face - and it was also rushing elsewhere; my cock gleefully awoke from slumber at the unexplored but delightful course our conversation had taken, and it began to harden.

My wife warmed to the subject. "I see. So what if we change the location; we're not in a bar - instead, let's say we're here at home. Let's say that I was sat with Jason right here on the couch, and you were over there in the armchair - how would it feel to watch us sitting so close together?"

I felt my mouth go dry. "It would drive me out of my fucking mind."

Angela's sexy grin was now fully formed. "Sooo - you seeing Jason and I together - without you hiding in the spare room - would push another button?"

I cleared my throat and paused for a few seconds. "Yeah - a big one. I guess it would take that fantasy to a whole new level if everything was completely in the open."

Angela raised her eyebrows again and then nodded, as though I'd just confirmed something she had long suspected. "Completely in the open? You mean if Jason knew that I was free to play? That I had your permission to go to bed with him?"

"Yes." A sudden wave of almost unctuous humiliation danced through me; during their numerous couplings, Angela had often told Jason that he was much bigger than I was, and that he fucked her far better than I could. To imagine actually meeting Jason in a social setting, and having him know that he surpassed me in both size and performance suddenly sent a fluttering masochistic ripple through me - especially if he was aware that Angela was completely at liberty to spread her gorgeous legs for him.

Angela's grin curled into a sensual leer. "Ahhh - I see. So if Jason was sat next to me on the couch, it would just make you hornier if Jason knew that he could have me anytime he wanted?"

"Yes," I replied shakily. Her use of the term he could have me anytime he wanted simply added fuel to my rapidly growing inferno. "I think I'd melt watching you..."

"Watching me do what?" my wife prompted playfully.

I paused for a few seconds. "Flirting with him... Seeing you sat very close to him... Seeing you kiss him..." My voice suddenly faltered as the incredible eroticism of what I was saying washed over me. My cock joyfully hardened even further.

Angela's sexy eyes glittered; she was obviously relishing this new information. "What else, lover? What else would really drive you fucking insane?"

"Seeing him fondling your tits through your blouse." I blurted.

"Through my blouse - or would under my blouse be better?" my wife teasingly asked.

"Under it," I panted.

My wife tilted her head and her smile spread even wider across her face. "With or without me wearing a bra?"

"Without."

Angela giggled briefly. "Mmmm! So you'd like to see Jason fondling my bare tits under my blouse right in front of you, hmm? And what if you saw me caressing his cock through his jeans - would that be okay too?" she blatantly inquired, going into what I thought of as her 'Domme' mode.

"Uh-huh," I almost squeaked. "That would be more than okay."

My wife crossed her long, smooth legs. "And how about if I took his hand, and led him into our bedroom and shut the door behind us, Cuckie? Would you sit here on the couch and wait and listen as he fucked me in our bed?"

"Christ - Yes!" I yelped. My cock gave a delighted vicarious throb at her words as it began pressing against my fly.

Angela tilted her head and gazed at me intently for a second or two. "Are you telling me that you'd really like that to happen, my little cuckold?"

I swallowed. "I guess I am," I replied breathlessly.

"You want me to be that open with Jason in front of you?"

"Yes!" I panted. "I've been thinking about it for weeks..."

"Ahh!" my wife replied. "Have you now? What things have you been thinking, my little Cuckie?"

"Just like you said - him knowing he can take you to bed, and me hearing him fuck you as I sit waiting!" I told her in a tight voice. I could feel my cock swelling even faster at my depraved admission.

"Mmmm! - and wait you would!" my wife assured me. "What else?"

"Imagining that you're dating him," I blurted.

Angela's eyebrows lifted again. "Ooooh!" she drawled. "Dating him? Like I was his girlfriend, you mean?" she asked with another sexy grin.

"Yes!"

"Ahhh!" Angela replied smoothly. "That would be very, very kinky, wouldn't it, my little lover? Jason and me going out together, and kissing and petting in front of you when we got back - and you having to sit there, waiting and watching it all..." Her voice trailed off for a few seconds and she gave a soft, almost imperceptible quiver of delight. She eyed me for several seconds. "Would you like me to try and set it up with Jason the next time you lose the game, my little Cuckie?"

Almost against my will I found myself nodding. The sheer magnitude and carnality of what she proposed washed over me like a salacious drug. Another pang of almost delicious humiliation surged through me as I again imagined meeting Jason fact-to-face, and him being fully aware that Angela could freely and openly cuckold me. My cock was now totally hard - or as hard as it was going to get - and it pressed urgently against the front of my trousers.

Angela uttered her sensual chuckle. "Okay, my little lover - I'll see what I can arrange. You're sure that you'd be okay with it if I could swing it?"

I simply nodded again. Angela glanced down at my hard on tenting my trousers, and her lips curled in a leer once more.

"Hmm!" she intoned throatily. "Looks like something else is excited by the idea of you openly watching!" She uttered her sexy chuckle again. "Wanna pick another card, my little Cuckie?" she mischievously asked; this was her new euphemism for us having sexual intercourse - me 'picking a card'.

I huskily told her I did, and she rose from the couch without another word, and led me into our bedroom. A minute later I was moaning her name as my pliant cock gradually slithered into her warm, moist pussy.

Angela glanced up at me through half-closed eyes. "Are you sure you wanna openly watch me and Jason together, Cuckie?"

"YES!" I moaned. I began thrusting almost desperately into her.

"You know if I do set it up that you'll have to sit there and watch me kiss him, don't you?"

"YEAH!" I wailed. "I want you to!"

"I bet you do!" My wife spread her legs wider, opening for me more fully. "And I will let him play with my tits as you watch - and I'll even look at you and wink as he does it!" she hissed.

"Jesus! - DO IT!" I practically shrieked. My semi-hard cock spasmed as the clinging friction of her velvet-smooth cunt caressed it. Climax hovered like a circling vulture.

"Mmm, I will do it, cuckold! And I might even do what I said - bring him in here as you sit outside in the lounge room and wait! Just imagine hearing me scream as he slides that big cock of his into me, Cuckie!" Angela tilted her head back and giggled. "I'll even yell out nice and loud how huge his cock is so you can hear!"

I gave a strangled choking gasp, and climaxed.

Several minutes later, Angela held out the now familiar deck of cards. This would be my fifth card, and I apprehensively picked one.

Angela smiled softly as she saw I had drawn a pair.

"It looks like Fate is trying to tell us something, Cuckie?" she said. "I'll call Jason tomorrow, and see if he wants to come see me again - next Friday night, maybe," She looked sideways at me. "And if he's able to make it, I'll ask him about your kinky little ideas, hmm?"

I simply nodded. Immediately after climaxing, the notion of Angela and Jason's relationship becoming more overt had less appeal - but I knew that within the hour I would be as receptive to the idea as I was before I'd made love to Angela - and possibly more so.

Ten minutes later, my wife smilingly handed me one of those evil little pills, and she watched as I swallowed it - the first of six or so that would start another period of enforced impotence, and culminate in my wife cuckolding me yet again.

I looked at her briefly; here was a woman who had once said that she would most likely never cuckold me for real - and here she was, eagerly doing it and apparently loving every second of it. I shook my head at the vicissitudes of sexuality, and wondered where this carnal odyssey would take us. I did know one thing.

I didn't want it to stop.

*****

Jason duly visited just over a week later. I was again ensconced in the spare room - naked, cuffed and bound to the office chair - watching through the mirrored window as he and Angela stripped and settled into the spa. Earlier in the week Angela had once again asked me if I really wanted her to pursue the possibility of her intimate relationship with Jason becoming an open secret. I softly told her that I did, and as the week drifted past the notion of watching Angela and her lover with no need to hide simply become stronger - no doubt augmented by my drug induced impotency.

As I now watched my sexy wife easing herself into the hot water of the spa, my stomach fluttered as I wondered whether she would broach the subject with Jason. My heart raced and I panted in tingling apprehension.

The pair made small talk in the spa for only a minute or two before Angela said to him: "By the way - how'd you like to take me out to dinner in a week or so?"

"Sure, babe," Jason replied. "Is Michael going away again soon?"

"Nope," my wife told him. "Michael will probably be right here at home."

Jason's eyebrows vaulted high, and Angela laughed at his puzzled expression. She announced that she had made an interesting discovery; she told Jason that she and I had recently discussed the idea of swinging. Jason sent her an inquisitive stare, and my wife went on to explain that 'swinging' was perhaps the wrong term. Instead, she had 'discovered' that the idea of her having sex with another man excited me, and I had strongly hinted that I would give her 'permission' to do so if an opportunity presented itself.

Jason evinced surprise, but told Angela that he was quite familiar with 'open' relationships. In fact, he went on to reveal that when he was nineteen years old, he had become involved in a sporadic threesome with a friend named John, and John's girlfriend, Mary-Anne. The trio engaged in sex on more than a dozen occasions over a period of about eight months, and Mary-Anne would ardently service both men in turn. Mary-Anne had privately told Jason that John had coaxed her into the threesome because it drove him wild to 'watch another man shagging me'.

Jason finished his tale by telling Angela that John and Mary-Anne had eventually broken up over an unrelated matter - but the situation had given him new insights into both human sexuality and polygamous relationships.

I could see Angela's eyes glittering as she listened, and I realised that Jason's admission of previously engaging in a threesome had played beautifully into her hands

"Sooo," Angela drawled, leaning back in the spa. "You used to bang your buddy's girlfriend as he watched, hmm? Very kinky! And let me guess - you were a little bigger than John was?"

Jason chuckled modestly. "Yeah - by a couple of inches. In the end, Mary-Anne would openly tell me - in front of John - to fuck her with my 'big cock'." Jason chuckled again and gave his head a rueful shake. "John seemed to lap it up, and at the time I thought the whole situation was crazy - but they both seemed to really get off on it."

"I'm sure they did," my wife replied smoothly. "And how did it make you feel to be able to screw her in front of him - to basically take your buddy's girlfriend?"

Jason's eyes swiveled towards her. "I gotta say that it made me feel pretty cocky - no pun intended!" He laughed briefly. "Mary-Anne often told me - again, in front of John - that I was the best fuck she'd ever had, and that's always good for any man's ego, I guess. But I gotta admit that screwing Mary-Anne as John watched, and knowing I was doing it better than he could, made me feel pretty damned smug."

"No doubt," my wife commented, her face curling into a grin. "I'm sure that you made Mary-Anne a very happy and satisfied girl!"

Jason laughed. "I sure gave it my best shot."

Angela chuckled. "You gave it quite a few shots by the sound of it," my wife tartly replied, leaning over him to reach for her cigarettes and lighter. She kissed him briefly before settling back and lighting a smoke.

"So, sexy," she said, exhaling a stream of smoke. "It seems that my hubby is a bit like your friend John - Michael actually told me that he's been fantasizing about another man screwing me ever since we got married."

Jason turned his head towards her and nodded. "He sounds a lot like John." Jason shrugged. "I've heard that plenty of guys have that fantasy."

"Quite a few, I'm betting," Angela replied. She sent him a long, appraising stare. "How would you like to repeat what you did with Mary-Anne and John?"

Jason looked at her for several seconds. "Are you talking about you and Michael and me having a threesome?"

Angela shook her head. "No - not a threesome. Michael's main kink is to simply know that I'm having a 'bit on the side', as the saying goes. He told me he'd like to watch, but it's not an absolutely crucial part of the fantasy. For example, he said it would drive him out of is mind to just hear me fucking in our bedroom as he was sat out in the lounge." Angela's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh - and like your friend John, Michael told me that he's always imagined me being with a guy who had a big cock - a big cock like yours."

Jason grinned briefly at her ego-stroking remark. "And you're sure he'd actually let you do it?"

Angela nodded. "He's already told me that he'd be very open to the idea. So if I can swing it, would you be interested?"

Jason rubbed his chin. "I dunno," he replied uncertainly, but I could see that he was giving the idea serious thought. "I'd have to be sure that Michael was totally cool with you and me hooking up - there's a difference between fantasizing about your wife screwing another guy, and her actually doing it."

"True enough," Angela said. "But knowing Michael as I do, I have no doubt that he'd be fine with it." She further dangled the carrot by telling him that he would be able to enjoy her considerable charms a lot more frequently if she had my approval to 'play'. This aspect naturally appealed to him, and I could see that he was giving the idea even more serious consideration.

"How often would we be able to play?" Jason asked her.

My wife pondered for no more than a second. "Each weekend, at least," she replied. She stared towards my hiding place and immediately added: "And maybe more if my little hubby really gets off on it. Would you mind driving over here on weeknights?"

Jason grinned at her. "Not at all - I'd drive over each night if I could!"

Angela giggled. "You're too horny for your own good! Well, let's just say that if it makes Michael as hot as I think it will, then you'll probably be seeing me some weeknights, as well!" Angela leaned toward him and playfully added: "So - would you like to have free access to some married pussy, honey?"

Jason chuckled. "I like access to your pussy, married or not! But it is kinda hot to imagine us doing it, and Michael knowing about it."

Angela mirrored his grin and rolled right along. "I think so too," she said. "In fact, thinking about you and me screwing as my hubby waits is making me quite frisky."

Jason laughed. "Is it now? Kinky girl!"

Angela smiled demurely. "I'm a lot kinkier than you think!"

They then idly discussed various methods to 'introduce' Jason into the picture. Angela's approach was direct - she suggested that she'd simply inform me that they had met at a local store, and she'd noted that he did landscaping work. She would get him to call around for a 'quote' on a new rockery for the front garden - which Angela and I had previously discussed - and things would go from there.

In the spare room, I sat bound and naked, and once again admired my wife's deviously lecherous planning. What she was proposing was, of course, a considerable distortion of the truth - but Jason would never know that. All he would know was that Angela's husband had just essentially sanctioned her having a 'bit on the side'.

In fact, he again told Angela that it would be 'hot' to be able to bed her, knowing that I was fully aware he was doing so. Angela giggled softly, taking a last drag on her cigarette before butting it, and promptly told him that he should really think about bedding her right now.

He duly obliged her on the bench-press - with enough zest and skill to make my wife climax three times. My cock and balls tingled as Angela's squeals of ecstasy gushed from the speakers. Perhaps to further tease and torment me, my wife loudly told him that she agreed with Mary-Anne - he was the best fuck that she'd ever had, too.

Jason eventually gave a husky moan of his own, and his large, full balls suddenly hoisted themselves tightly to the base of his shaft, spasming joyfully as his rock-hard cock sank into my wife's cunt to the hilt. Her long, sexy legs convulsed around his clenched buttocks as his cock began pumping his semen into her creamy depths. Angela actually climaxed again as he exploded more than eight inches inside her, underscoring her orgasm with a pleading yell for him to fill her up! Her unbelievably lewd exhortation sent a masochistic ripple dancing through me, and I uttered a choked gasp as a thin stream of his semen oozed from the base of her slit and trickled, with almost sensual slowness, into the crack of her ass.

A few hours later I was again leaning forward as I sat bound to the chair, licking their combined juices from my wife's sopping cunt. After she had climaxed to the warm, wet rhythm of my tongue, Angela again slowly masturbated my soft cock and teased me about what she and Jason had planned.

She gave a brief chuckle and her sexy green eyes gazed into mine. "That reminds me - I had better officially ask for your permission to play, I guess!" She uttered her wicked giggle. "Is it okay if I hook up with sexy Jason anytime I want so that he can fuck my brains out, baby?"

"Yes!" I gasped.

"And while I was giving Jason my pussy tonight I thought of some naughty changes to the card game, Cuckie," Angel began. "Wanna hear them?" I quickly nodded as her warm, soft fingers rubbed and tickled my glans. My wife grinned up at me and began explaining.

The changes she suggested were not only major, but also had diabolically lascivious consequences. As the game stood now, I selected one card each time that Angela and I made love in order to trigger her next liaison with Jason - and for me to subsequently spend a week taking the medication that kept me completely flaccid until the pair had intercourse.

Angela now proposed what amounted to an almost complete inversion of the game. I would start taking the pills that kept me flaccid permanently until I drew a pair - and only then could I stop taking them so that I could harden enough to fuck her. The sting in the tail was that I would only be able to draw a card each time Jason fucked her, instead of me!

"So my little Cuckie?" Angela drawled. "How would you like that? For you to be kept soft and limp until Jason has fucked me enough times for you to draw a pair of cards, hmm?"

With Angela gently cupping and stroking my soft but desperate cock, my sexual excitement once again reaching an incandescent level, I openly moaned at her statement.

"Aww, does the new and improved version of the game excite you, my limp little Cuckie?" Angela teased. "To imagine Jason screwing me seven, eight, nine times or more before you're able to get hard enough to do the same?"

"YES!" I shrieked

Angela flashed me an evil grin. "And, of course, if Jason plays ball and takes up your generous offer to let me play, then it'll all be out in the open, won't it? Jason will meet you, and he'll know that he can fuck your wife anytime he likes! In fact, you'd better hope he fucks me plenty - because it's the only way you're gonna get to pick another card!" Angela tilted her head back and giggled.

"Jesus fuck!" I practically screamed. "DO IT! DO IT!"

"Okay, my soft-cocked little man!" she replied. "We'll play the new version of the game from now on." Her eyes bored up into mine. "And - just so it's absolutely clear - while your taking those pills and waiting to draw a pair of cards, I won't touch your limp little pecker, or stroke it, or suck it, and you definitely won't fuck me with it! While we play this game, you won't cum at all - you'll be completely cut off! Understood? The best you can hope for is that I'll let you lick my hot, steamy cunt every so often - probably after Jason's just creamed it!"

"OH MY GOD - YES!" I wailed. Her dancing, stroking fingers found that perfect spot under my glans. I arched my back as orgasm beckoned to me!

"But of course I'll suck and fuck Jason while you wait, honey!" my wife added almost merrily. "You wont have to worry about me going without - my young lover will pop over every weekend or so to make sure that my pussy gets a good, hard serve of decent cock!" She smiled sweetly, uttered her sexy, teasing giggle again. "And I'll give him plenty of THIS, too..." She leaned down and took my soft, twitching cock into her hot, wet mouth.

I came almost immediately.

*****

An hour or so later we were lying in bed, having our usual gentle chat about the evening's sizzling events. Angela once more asked me if I was sure that I would be okay with both the new version of the carnal game, and also about her openly hooking up with Jason.

I briefly wondered just how it would feel to sit in the same room with my wife's young lover - and to know that he was fully aware I had given Angela total permission to spread her long legs for him whenever she felt inclined. Another poignant ripple of almost masochistic waves ebbed through me as I imagined the pair drifting into the bedroom, and hearing my wife's ardent gasps and squeals trickle from within. Even more titillating was the prospect of waiting until Jason had fucked Angela enough times for me to draw a pair of cards.

"And I'd draw a card each time you and Jason fucked?" I shakily asked her.

My wife nodded. "Yes - each time. Tonight, for example, you would have been able to pick two cards because we screwed twice."

I suddenly realised that even if the pair hooked up once a week and had intercourse twice each time, the odds were that it could take several weeks for Angela's lascivious game to run its course and for me to cease taking the wicked medication.

I quietly mentioned this to Angela.

A slight grin floated across her face. "Uh-huh," she nodded. "It could take a few weeks - but that's part of the tease, don't you think, honey?" She propped herself up on her elbow beside me and stared into my eyes. "I kinda worked out the game so that the more often Jason gets to have me, the faster you'll get your reward, my sexy little lover! So - the more he gets my pussy, the sooner you'll get it! Am I evil, or what?" She finished with a cheeky giggle.

"You're evil, alright," I softly replied.

"But you love it, don't you, my little Cuckie?"

I gulped. "Yeah," I told her softly. "I do love it."

Angela chuckled. "So do you want me to get Jason to come over and give us a 'quote' for a new rockery this week?"

I slowly nodded, the impious little buzz screaming into life.

"Okay, honey," Angela said. "I'll ring him tomorrow and see if he can make it over on Tuesday then. I've got the day off work on Tuesday, so I can be here and tell him what I want him to do - in the garden, and elsewhere." She flashed a suggestive smile at me.

We both fell asleep, spent and exhausted, soon after

*****

I didn't get to talk to Angela much early Monday evening; she had to grab a bite of dinner, and then drive to her sister's house for a Tupperware party, or something similar. She did say before she left that she had called Jason, but that she would fill me in on the details when she got home later that evening.

As I sat waiting for Angela to get back, the evil little buzz had a grand old time teasing and tormenting me. The medication was wearing off, because my cock started to harden on several occasions.

Angela duly arrived home at about 10:30pm. We were in bed thirty minutes later, and Angela softly informed me that in their phone call that morning, she had announced to Jason that she had spoken to me again about getting my 'permission' for her to engage in sex outside of our marriage. She told Jason that I had eagerly encouraged her to do so, and that I was highly excited at the notion of her discreetly taking a lover. In reply, Jason had confirmed that as long as I was agreeable, he would love to broaden and expand their sexual relationship, adding that it would even be a lot of 'fun' to hook up so blatantly. Angela had concurred, impishly telling him 'the more blatant, the better'. Angela also told me that he would be arriving to do the 'quote' tomorrow at around 11:00am.

I glanced at her; as she had told me, she wasn't working tomorrow, and another masochistic pang slithered through me as a lewd thought popped into my mind. "Are you going to go to bed with him while I'm at work?" I asked shakily.

Angela turned her head towards me. "Would it be okay if I did?" she asked with a slight, almost knowing smile.

"Yes," I found myself answering breathlessly.

Angela smiled. "Then after he takes a look at the garden bed, I'll show him another sort of bed - and I'm sure he'll enjoy that a lot more than writing out the quote." Angela's eyes crinkled, and another soft giggle escaped her lips.

As our conversation progressed, my cock had naturally begun to harden, Angela felt it pressing against her soft belly, and she reached down and started stroking me.

"Is it making you hot to think of Jason fucking me while you're working, my Cuckie?" she asked gently.

"Uh-huh!" I panted.

"And if he takes me to bed tomorrow," my wife continued. "I think we should start the new game right away - don't you?"

"Oh my God - YES!" I croaked. My underworked cock grew rapidly at both her soft ministrations and her lascivious suggestion.

My wife smiled softly "Good," she breathed. "C'mon, baby - let's get that little pecker of yours a bit harder for me..."

I gasped and shakily slid my fingers down to her pussy; to my surprise, she was already soaking wet. Angela continued stroking my cock; it grew to just over three-quarters erect, and Angela decided that it was firm enough to enter her. She rolled over onto her back and spread her long legs, pulling me up on top of her.

Angela maneuvered the head of my stiff but slightly pliant cock between her labia, and I gasped as I shakily thrust forward. As my cock slowly inched inside her, Angela uttered a soft moan, and her legs curled around my hips.

"Fuck me, lover," she drawled, her sea-green eyes staring into mine. Her breasts pressed into my chest as I began shakily thrusting. I uttered a long groan of sheer ecstasy as the heat of her cunt enveloped me.

"Fuck me," she repeated. "Give it to me with your rubbery little pecker! And as you do, just think: this will probably be the last time for weeks that your tiny lil cock will be inside me. After you cum tonight, you're going to have to wait until you get another pair of cards, my poor little cuckold - and that's only going to happen after Jason has fucked me - over and over and OVER!" She giggled.

I gave a thin wail as I climaxed about five seconds later.

As I lay panting on my wicked wife, my deflating cock gave a poignant twinge, as if it knew that this was the last time it would explore the warm, moist confines of my wife's pussy for many weeks.

I knew it too - and I couldn't wait for it to start...