Tarnished Trophy Wife?
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She's Hot For A Twenty Something
Guy who bartends at my watering hole on Saturday nights.
Crowd on Saturday nights is totally different from all other nights, and it's because of Ben. Mid-twenties. He has a full time job, he does the bartending thing because it's like all these almost identical Barbie Dolls are there to audition for his cock.
Rarely go there on Saturday nights. We had dinner with another couple, and stopped for an after dinner drink.
We sat down at a table when the women both noticed him at the same time.
"God, he is just gorgeous." That was Mel.
"Yummy." Other wife.
As soon as Mel figured out we'd have a cocktail waitress she insisted we move to the bar so Ben could wait on us. There weren't four chairs available all together so the girls sat together.
One drink turned into four because the wives didn't want to leave.
We finally dragged their asses out at one o'clock.
"Well, guess I don't have to ask if you had fun?"
"All those little bitches with their tongues hanging out. God."
She was jealous. Melissa pulled her dress up revealing she wore no panties.
"I fucked myself in the restroom. I fucked myself with the toilet plunger. Look. They want you to fuck yourself."
My wife had taken a snap of the plunger, and as you can see it looks exactly like some sort of cheap dildo.
"Once isn't going to cut it tonight. I'm so fucking horny I can't sit still. I'm dripping down there. I'll bet his cock matches the rest of the package. He could fucking be in movies. His eyes. God. You'd have to be a saint not to cheat with him."
My wife had gotten herself all worked up again, and she masturbated to orgasm before we were half way home. She called out his name when she came.
She called out his name when we fucked the first time, and the second time.
That was it for me. Mel fell asleep. I was awakened near morning to find Mel fucking her pussy with her favorite fucking toy.
It took her a couple of days before she told me she wanted to go back...by herself. I told her I didn't think that was a good idea. Even on Saturday nights there's people in there who know we're married. Including the owner, and her husband.
Mel had snapped a few pictures of Ben while she was there.
She fully expected to spend the evening at the bar Saturday by herself. I put my foot down. She made sure I could hear a phone conversation with the other wife talking about Ben. Later she talked about the young stud with her mother.
I made a move in the bedroom which was shot down.
"In your dreams. Go jerk off. That's what I have to do. Put your panties on maybe that'll help get you hard."
Battle of wills at this point. I'm poorly equiped to fight with her.
italiandude said:
Guy who bartends at my watering hole on Saturday nights.
Crowd on Saturday nights is totally different from all other nights, and it's because of Ben. Mid-twenties. He has a full time job, he does the bartending thing because it's like all these almost identical Barbie Dolls are there to audition for his cock.
Rarely go there on Saturday nights. We had dinner with another couple, and stopped for an after dinner drink.
We sat down at a table when the women both noticed him at the same time.
"God, he is just gorgeous." That was Mel.
"Yummy." Other wife.
As soon as Mel figured out we'd have a cocktail waitress she insisted we move to the bar so Ben could wait on us. There weren't four chairs available all together so the girls sat together.
One drink turned into four because the wives didn't want to leave.
We finally dragged their asses out at one o'clock.
"Well, guess I don't have to ask if you had fun?"
"All those little bitches with their tongues hanging out. God."
She was jealous. Melissa pulled her dress up revealing she wore no panties.
"I fucked myself in the restroom. I fucked myself with the toilet plunger. Look. They want you to fuck yourself."
My wife had taken a snap of the plunger, and as you can see it looks exactly like some sort of cheap dildo.
"Once isn't going to cut it tonight. I'm so fucking horny I can't sit still. I'm dripping down there. I'll bet his cock matches the rest of the package. He could fucking be in movies. His eyes. God. You'd have to be a saint not to cheat with him."
My wife had gotten herself all worked up again, and she masturbated to orgasm before we were half way home. She called out his name when she came.
She called out his name when we fucked the first time, and the second time.
That was it for me. Mel fell asleep. I was awakened near morning to find Mel fucking her pussy with her favorite fucking toy.
It took her a couple of days before she told me she wanted to go back...by herself. I told her I didn't think that was a good idea. Even on Saturday nights there's people in there who know we're married. Including the owner, and her husband.
Mel had snapped a few pictures of Ben while she was there.
She fully expected to spend the evening at the bar Saturday by herself. I put my foot down. She made sure I could hear a phone conversation with the other wife talking about Ben. Later she talked about the young stud with her mother.
I made a move in the bedroom which was shot down.
"In your dreams. Go jerk off. That's what I have to do. Put your panties on maybe that'll help get you hard."
Battle of wills at this point. I'm poorly equiped to fight with her.
twerpedbyjulie said:
Hm... sounds like your wife's mother is a co-conspirator.
And, Mel's next target is in her crosshairs...
twerpedbyjulie said:
Ouch. And you're seeing the beginnings of her strategy for vaulting over her first obstacle (you)...
twerpedbyjulie said:
which was to brush aside your attempt to reason logically with her. (Hah!) Already, you're beginning to sense the outcome...
I Filed
Might have mentioned this before, but the straw was bringing family into our bedroom. Julie probably had fucked my older brother before the incident in our bedroom, but I wasn't aware of them having mated. His wife was Julie's opposite body wise. Slender, with small breasts, and a blond. Not my type really.
Long evening which ended up with Julie and I lying side by side in our bed. Both of us on our backs. Her ankles were on my brother's shoulders, while mine were on my sister in laws.
Julie had on the cheerleading skirt she wore in college, and I was in tennis shoes, and a jock strap.
"Oh God Mike you're so much bigger and better than your brother. Ohhh, God, fuck me...fuck me...make me your bitch....knock me up Mike...knock me up..."
My sister in law was doing me with Julie's strap-on.
"Don't you feel bad Ron...you've got the sweetest little boy penis...so cute, and hard...and such a tight boypussy."
She stroked me while fucking me and I came first.
After everyone had cum at least once I expected I'd have to clean Julie's pussy, but she wanted all of it so she'd have a better chance of getting knocked up.
As bad as it had been the ultimate humiliation came when my brother stuck his slimey cock into my face. "Suck it mommy's boy...lick it stud...suck the cock that just fucked your big-titted slut wife. Fucking prick. Not so hot now are you? Wouldn't mom be proud of you now? Bitch. Homo."
Julie ordered me to comply, and I did.
I had told her twice before that evening that I was going to divorce her but she would use her body to bring me back into line.
In retrospect I think she cucked me the first time about two years into our marriage, and to one extent or another spread whenever she saw a male she desired.
I drank beers one Friday with three guys who had all worked for her at one time or another. One of the guys had been a friend of mine long before he met my wife.
He was divorced and had quite the reputation. His ex had caught him banging a sixteen year old student one afternoon. That was age of consent, but not if you're her teacher. It was kept quiet. Small community, different time.
So we're having beers, and he starts talking about finally nailing this big titted married bitch in his SUV after having drinks with her after work. Great story. Didn't dawn on me until the divorce, and something Julie slipped out that the big titted bitch had been my wife. He must have had a great laugh over that one.
Julie was part of a group that played poker once a month. Rotated between houses. Five to six players. Julie was the only woman. I never gave it a second thought. Two of the players where single, one divorced, and the others married.
No doubt in my mind now that she wasn't just playing cards. Fucking stupid.
They quit when one of the single guys got married. Must have gone on for at least two years.
There's more, but I think this gets the point across. Great piece of ass that wasn't satisfied with one cock, or two, or a dozen.
And I still get hard thinking about her from time to time.
Custer Laststand said:Why did you divorce Julie? Or, if she divorced you... why did she do so
Might have mentioned this before, but the straw was bringing family into our bedroom. Julie probably had fucked my older brother before the incident in our bedroom, but I wasn't aware of them having mated. His wife was Julie's opposite body wise. Slender, with small breasts, and a blond. Not my type really.
Long evening which ended up with Julie and I lying side by side in our bed. Both of us on our backs. Her ankles were on my brother's shoulders, while mine were on my sister in laws.
Julie had on the cheerleading skirt she wore in college, and I was in tennis shoes, and a jock strap.
"Oh God Mike you're so much bigger and better than your brother. Ohhh, God, fuck me...fuck me...make me your bitch....knock me up Mike...knock me up..."
My sister in law was doing me with Julie's strap-on.
"Don't you feel bad Ron...you've got the sweetest little boy penis...so cute, and hard...and such a tight boypussy."
She stroked me while fucking me and I came first.
After everyone had cum at least once I expected I'd have to clean Julie's pussy, but she wanted all of it so she'd have a better chance of getting knocked up.
As bad as it had been the ultimate humiliation came when my brother stuck his slimey cock into my face. "Suck it mommy's boy...lick it stud...suck the cock that just fucked your big-titted slut wife. Fucking prick. Not so hot now are you? Wouldn't mom be proud of you now? Bitch. Homo."
Julie ordered me to comply, and I did.
I had told her twice before that evening that I was going to divorce her but she would use her body to bring me back into line.
In retrospect I think she cucked me the first time about two years into our marriage, and to one extent or another spread whenever she saw a male she desired.
I drank beers one Friday with three guys who had all worked for her at one time or another. One of the guys had been a friend of mine long before he met my wife.
He was divorced and had quite the reputation. His ex had caught him banging a sixteen year old student one afternoon. That was age of consent, but not if you're her teacher. It was kept quiet. Small community, different time.
So we're having beers, and he starts talking about finally nailing this big titted married bitch in his SUV after having drinks with her after work. Great story. Didn't dawn on me until the divorce, and something Julie slipped out that the big titted bitch had been my wife. He must have had a great laugh over that one.
Julie was part of a group that played poker once a month. Rotated between houses. Five to six players. Julie was the only woman. I never gave it a second thought. Two of the players where single, one divorced, and the others married.
No doubt in my mind now that she wasn't just playing cards. Fucking stupid.
They quit when one of the single guys got married. Must have gone on for at least two years.
There's more, but I think this gets the point across. Great piece of ass that wasn't satisfied with one cock, or two, or a dozen.
And I still get hard thinking about her from time to time.
Ace In The Hole
What Mel doesn't know is that Ben got into a spot of trouble for spending too much time with married women before, and the owner told him that if she got any more complaints she'd have to let him go. I can't see him giving up all the young single pussy to fuck an older married broad regardless of how hot, and willing she might be.
Custer Laststand said:
What Mel doesn't know is that Ben got into a spot of trouble for spending too much time with married women before, and the owner told him that if she got any more complaints she'd have to let him go. I can't see him giving up all the young single pussy to fuck an older married broad regardless of how hot, and willing she might be.
twerpedbyjulie said:
I guess you mean, "giving up all that young single pussy AND his bartending job..."
Maybe a non-judgmental conversation with your wife about that would be worthwhile... I mean, without you expressing an opinion one way or the other... just so she knows the lay of the land. If she then decides to forge ahead and try to seduce Ben anyway — well, you could let her know that as far as you're concerned, that will be up to her (as, in fact, it will be).
A conversation along these lines could have the effect of letting Mel know you're in her corner, thereby improving your relationship with her (potentially), as opposed to her coming to view you as having withheld relevant information in hopes of "teaching her a lesson," thereby causing deterioration of your relationship with her (potentially) if her seduction effort leads to an awkward or bad outcome.
Too Late
Good advice, but I didn't get a chance to make nice.
I've got just a minute I think
Mel met me at door and ordered me to strip
I said one word and she told me to shut up and strip
I did and she gave me a new thong blue and gold
told me to go to my office and watch cuckold porn
in my office i found the paddle that was used on me
when i lettered in my freshman year in high school
has all the names of the guys who spanked me
my mom was right was thrown out meaning i
guess about treating me too well
best go before i get caught not doing what
im supposed to
Good advice, but I didn't get a chance to make nice.
I've got just a minute I think
Mel met me at door and ordered me to strip
I said one word and she told me to shut up and strip
I did and she gave me a new thong blue and gold
told me to go to my office and watch cuckold porn
in my office i found the paddle that was used on me
when i lettered in my freshman year in high school
has all the names of the guys who spanked me
my mom was right was thrown out meaning i
guess about treating me too well
best go before i get caught not doing what
im supposed to
twerpedbyjulie said:
Oh, oh...
twerpedbyjulie said:
Sounds like Mel is settling well into her role as your boss-wife...
twerpedbyjulie said:
So you obeyed your boss... very good. Also, it's always nice when your boss-wife gives you a new pair of panties to wear.
It sounds like your boss views you looking at "cuckold porn" (including this forum, presumably) as having a positive effect on your psyche, in the sense that it helps you accept and adapt to your role as her submissive cuckold...
twerpedbyjulie said:
A previously undisclosed aspect of your past...
twerpedbyjulie said:
So, you were introduced as a teenager to being humiliated with a spanking by (in that case) "the big boys." No doubt that background will assist you with accepting being punished with spankings by your boss-wife...
twerpedbyjulie said:
I'll have to admit I have no idea what you're trying to say here...
twerpedbyjulie said:
Maybe the incoherence of your previous (attempted) sentence was an expression of being terrified by the prospect of a spanking by your boss-wife.
Speaking of which, you might consider pointing out to her, if need be, that participating in this forum is a form of "reading cuckold porn" that's having a beneficial effect on your cuckold persona; hence you are, indeed, doing what she told you to do.
Then, you might consider suggesting to your boss-wife that if she were to begin following this forum herself, that would enable her to benefit from the experiences of other cuckoldresses and thus expand her horizons.
Just a thought...
twerpedbyjulie said:
Ah, yes... sorry... I forgot you mentioned that.
twerpedbyjulie said:
Nice...
twerpedbyjulie said:
Ouch. The tennis shoes were a nice touch (I guess), but why the jock strap...?
twerpedbyjulie said:
She knew just how to make you feel good...
twerpedbyjulie said:
But, I gather Julie wasn't knocked up by your brother or anyone else. (You haven't mentioned any children.) Is it possible she picked up an STD from fucking all those different men — gonorrhea, for instance — that eliminated her ability to get pregnant by, for instance, creating scar tissue in her fallopian tubes?
twerpedbyjulie said:
Not the sort of verbiage even an aficionado of humiliation wants to take from his own brother...
twerpedbyjulie said:
It sounds like she was overconfident about her ability to keep you in line...
twerpedbyjulie said:
Interesting stories about the 16 year-old, the poker games (strip poker?), etc.
twerpedbyjulie said:
Really...
Fast-forwarding to today:
twerpedbyjulie said:
Well, it's important to obey your wife, of course...
twerpedbyjulie said:
Hm... it sounds like your wife is giving you a 2-week tryout as her pantied, aproned, CFNM house cleaner...
twerpedbyjulie said:
What's happening re. your wife's mother Kaye? Does she drop by from time-to-time while you're doing your pantied-and-aproned (but otherwise nude) house-cleaning, and comment on your attire and performance...?
Two Spiders And A Fly
Let's call this AMMB or After Mel Met Ben. Melissa has been relentless.
I thought we were on sabbatical with regards to adding a new stud for Melissa.
Between the exercise, diet, and little in the way of vice I've been waking up with morning wood daily for almost two weeks.
Melissa has taken to wearing a night gown to bed that covers her from neck to ankles since the Ben number. Even that turns me on because she's naked underneath, and her breasts bounce with every step she takes. I have been ordered not to play with myself. I have to earn the right to see her naked with no mention of sex.
I don't take baths with apologies to Winston Churchill, I shower with the occasional whirlpool when I want to relax. Mel has given me two baths, and treated me like I'm a child who can't wash themself. She pays a lot of attention to my bottom and penis (thumb as she has taken to calling it) resulting in painful erections with no relief. I stand on the toilet lid while she dries me off, and tells me what a big boy I'll be when I grow up. Then scolds me for having a hard naughty thing. She breaths on my penis while talking to me. She makes sure her night gown gets wet revealing her breasts.
I want her so fucking bad. She drives me crazy.
One evening after we'd turned in she asked me if I'd like to suck on something to help me sleep. I said yes, and she told me to try my thumb. I did while Melissa watched for a bit before turning her back to me and going to sleep.
Melissa loves the new school so far, although there's no students there so not a real test yet. She called me to tell me she was masturbating in her office. "Y'know what? I'm gonna go find a janitor," and hung up. When I got home she was walking with a bit of a limp so I asked her what was wrong. "I didn't know he was going to fuck me up the ass."
Which is of course total bull shit, but the image was enough to make me bite my lip.
Additionally I've been forbidden to pleasure myself. So I've been reduced toI jacking off in the restroom at work after everyone had gone home.
I want her to fuck Ben before my balls explode.
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Kaye bet Mel that I'd be out "tom-catting" around while Melissa was gone for two nights. Mel said not a chance I'd disobey her. The bet was $100. A mother and daughter betting a $100 over me just wanting to have a cocktail or three? Man.
Mel had called me both nights to see how I was doing, and I told her I was just hanging out at home. I lied. I was at the bar both nights, but I didn't do anything other than flirt, and yeah had some cocktails. The bartender on Friday nights is out of my league, but looking is legal. She looks like a cartoon. Tiny everywhere but her over-sized, fake tits. Really looks like if she bent forward she'd end up fallling down because of the weight of her boobs. Joanie.
I don't know, probably mid to late twenties, and single.
"Ron would you wait until closing so we could go somewhere and fuck?" I dream of her saying.
And I of course would respond, "Sorry, I'm married." Fuck me. I'd give a week's take to just get a look at those monsters.
Kaye took it upon herself to drive by our home on both nights to make sure I wasn't home before driving by the bar. Saw my truck both nights, and took pics.
Mel hadn't mentioned this, and was waiting for the right time. Getting pissed about Ben was the right time. I cost her $100 which was nothing compared to her "humiliation" at losing the bet with her mother.
I wasn't thinking too clearly about the cuckold site either. I was watching videos of wive's fucking men other than their hubbies. What I hadn't thought about was that almost 90% of the videos show the white wife getting fucked by a black guy.
Mel walked in to my home office wearing knee high black boots, black bikini panties and a black half bra.
"Lick my boots you lying bitch!"
Over the next hour she made sure I was clear on who owned my mouth, nipples, little penis, ass, and cunt. Her word, cunt.
That if she wanted me to suck dick, I'd suck dick, and not say a word other than yes mistress.
That if she ordered me to stick my tiny penis into a 400lb. woman's pussy I'd jump at the chance and thank her.
When she noticed the video she asserted that if Ben was black I'd have begged her to fuck him which of course isn't true, but I was in no position to argue.
"Black cock? That's what you want? Black cock in my white pussy you fag?"
She put everything she had into each swat of my bare ass. I was begging her to stop after five.
"Please fuck Ben. Please fuck Ben. I want you to fuck Ben. Please....please...stop."
"I'll fuck him for a hundred bucks."
That's when I found out why I was in so much trouble, and she intended to take the hundred out on my ass.
"All these guys spanked your ass didn't they?" Showing me the high school paddle.
"Yes."
"Naked?"
"No, no."
That was true with one exception. I started at split end taking a senior's place. He still started at defensive end, but he was really pissed. Wasn't my fault. He couldn't take it out on the coach so he took it out on me. On the last day of fucking with what would be the new lettermen he had taken me into a restroom area, and had me take down my jeans.
Yeah, this was decades ago, and you got away with all sorts of shit. He had put a bunch of vaseline on a paper towel. was bent over a toilet, and he pushed the towel into my ass leaving me lubed, and miserable.
He'd already had his spank option, and signed his name on my paddle. When school let out I was headed home, but got cornered by this guy and four other seniors. They stripped my pants off while several girls watched and the guys held me down so he could pop me a few more times. I was totally pissed and helpless. I skipped the dinner for the new lettermen that night. Didn't want to face them.
"You wanted them to didn't you? Pussy!"
"Yes....Mel...yes...I wanted to be naked."
SMACK
"Call me Mistress, sperm breath."
I ended up with tears in my eyes, begging, whimpering, agreeing to anything and everything.
Mel took pictures.
When she was finished she spit on her fingers before entering my cunt, and playing with my hot button, and stroking me with her other hand. She had a shot glass. She directed my pathetic load into the glass, and recorded me drinking my sperm.
She had me put on a pair of walking shorts over the thong. She had taken five, twenty dollar bills, out of my wallet, and ordered me to deliver it to her mother.
"Honey, can I put a shirt and some shoes on?"
"I'm not your honey. I'm just a piece of ass that you use when you can't find someone else."
"That's not true."
"Mistress, you cheating cunt, and you'd better hurry up or dad will end up being there too."
She pulled the back of the thong up so it showed above my shorts.
"If you push that down, or change anything at all I'll know. Now get out."
I scurried for the garage.
I rang the door bell at Kaye's house, and waited, and waited. I didn't want my back to the street because you'd see the thong, but if I had it towards the door Kaye would see it, so I stood side ways.
Finally Kaye opened the door with a big ass smile on her face. Bitch.
"Ron, so good to see you. Come on in."
"Sorry Kaye, but I'm just supposed to give you this, and get right home."
Her right hand had been hidden, but she brought it up towards her face with a cell phone in it.
"He says he has to come right home." Fuck she was talking to Mel.
"She wants to talk to you." Handing me the phone.
"Hello?"
"Liar! You'll go in the house, and be very nice to my mom, and do as you're told if you know what's good for you. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes...mistress."
"Give the phone back to mom."
I did not failing to notice her happy face.
"Yes?" Kaye listened and smiled. "I'm sure everything will be just fine. Thanks for the easy money. Bye-bye."
She motioned for me to enter which I did keeping my back from her view until she asked me to turn around. When I hesitated she made to use her phone.
"No no please don't."
I turned around, and heard Kaye giggle as my thong came into view.
"Oh that's just darling. I don't care for thongs myself, but it's really a good fit for you isn't it baby?"
I was so fucking hot in the face. Humiliated beyond belief. Then it got worse.
CONT
Let's call this AMMB or After Mel Met Ben. Melissa has been relentless.
I thought we were on sabbatical with regards to adding a new stud for Melissa.
Between the exercise, diet, and little in the way of vice I've been waking up with morning wood daily for almost two weeks.
Melissa has taken to wearing a night gown to bed that covers her from neck to ankles since the Ben number. Even that turns me on because she's naked underneath, and her breasts bounce with every step she takes. I have been ordered not to play with myself. I have to earn the right to see her naked with no mention of sex.
I don't take baths with apologies to Winston Churchill, I shower with the occasional whirlpool when I want to relax. Mel has given me two baths, and treated me like I'm a child who can't wash themself. She pays a lot of attention to my bottom and penis (thumb as she has taken to calling it) resulting in painful erections with no relief. I stand on the toilet lid while she dries me off, and tells me what a big boy I'll be when I grow up. Then scolds me for having a hard naughty thing. She breaths on my penis while talking to me. She makes sure her night gown gets wet revealing her breasts.
I want her so fucking bad. She drives me crazy.
One evening after we'd turned in she asked me if I'd like to suck on something to help me sleep. I said yes, and she told me to try my thumb. I did while Melissa watched for a bit before turning her back to me and going to sleep.
Melissa loves the new school so far, although there's no students there so not a real test yet. She called me to tell me she was masturbating in her office. "Y'know what? I'm gonna go find a janitor," and hung up. When I got home she was walking with a bit of a limp so I asked her what was wrong. "I didn't know he was going to fuck me up the ass."
Which is of course total bull shit, but the image was enough to make me bite my lip.
Additionally I've been forbidden to pleasure myself. So I've been reduced toI jacking off in the restroom at work after everyone had gone home.
I want her to fuck Ben before my balls explode.
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Kaye bet Mel that I'd be out "tom-catting" around while Melissa was gone for two nights. Mel said not a chance I'd disobey her. The bet was $100. A mother and daughter betting a $100 over me just wanting to have a cocktail or three? Man.
Mel had called me both nights to see how I was doing, and I told her I was just hanging out at home. I lied. I was at the bar both nights, but I didn't do anything other than flirt, and yeah had some cocktails. The bartender on Friday nights is out of my league, but looking is legal. She looks like a cartoon. Tiny everywhere but her over-sized, fake tits. Really looks like if she bent forward she'd end up fallling down because of the weight of her boobs. Joanie.
I don't know, probably mid to late twenties, and single.
"Ron would you wait until closing so we could go somewhere and fuck?" I dream of her saying.
And I of course would respond, "Sorry, I'm married." Fuck me. I'd give a week's take to just get a look at those monsters.
Kaye took it upon herself to drive by our home on both nights to make sure I wasn't home before driving by the bar. Saw my truck both nights, and took pics.
Mel hadn't mentioned this, and was waiting for the right time. Getting pissed about Ben was the right time. I cost her $100 which was nothing compared to her "humiliation" at losing the bet with her mother.
I wasn't thinking too clearly about the cuckold site either. I was watching videos of wive's fucking men other than their hubbies. What I hadn't thought about was that almost 90% of the videos show the white wife getting fucked by a black guy.
Mel walked in to my home office wearing knee high black boots, black bikini panties and a black half bra.
"Lick my boots you lying bitch!"
Over the next hour she made sure I was clear on who owned my mouth, nipples, little penis, ass, and cunt. Her word, cunt.
That if she wanted me to suck dick, I'd suck dick, and not say a word other than yes mistress.
That if she ordered me to stick my tiny penis into a 400lb. woman's pussy I'd jump at the chance and thank her.
When she noticed the video she asserted that if Ben was black I'd have begged her to fuck him which of course isn't true, but I was in no position to argue.
"Black cock? That's what you want? Black cock in my white pussy you fag?"
She put everything she had into each swat of my bare ass. I was begging her to stop after five.
"Please fuck Ben. Please fuck Ben. I want you to fuck Ben. Please....please...stop."
"I'll fuck him for a hundred bucks."
That's when I found out why I was in so much trouble, and she intended to take the hundred out on my ass.
"All these guys spanked your ass didn't they?" Showing me the high school paddle.
"Yes."
"Naked?"
"No, no."
That was true with one exception. I started at split end taking a senior's place. He still started at defensive end, but he was really pissed. Wasn't my fault. He couldn't take it out on the coach so he took it out on me. On the last day of fucking with what would be the new lettermen he had taken me into a restroom area, and had me take down my jeans.
Yeah, this was decades ago, and you got away with all sorts of shit. He had put a bunch of vaseline on a paper towel. was bent over a toilet, and he pushed the towel into my ass leaving me lubed, and miserable.
He'd already had his spank option, and signed his name on my paddle. When school let out I was headed home, but got cornered by this guy and four other seniors. They stripped my pants off while several girls watched and the guys held me down so he could pop me a few more times. I was totally pissed and helpless. I skipped the dinner for the new lettermen that night. Didn't want to face them.
"You wanted them to didn't you? Pussy!"
"Yes....Mel...yes...I wanted to be naked."
SMACK
"Call me Mistress, sperm breath."
I ended up with tears in my eyes, begging, whimpering, agreeing to anything and everything.
Mel took pictures.
When she was finished she spit on her fingers before entering my cunt, and playing with my hot button, and stroking me with her other hand. She had a shot glass. She directed my pathetic load into the glass, and recorded me drinking my sperm.
She had me put on a pair of walking shorts over the thong. She had taken five, twenty dollar bills, out of my wallet, and ordered me to deliver it to her mother.
"Honey, can I put a shirt and some shoes on?"
"I'm not your honey. I'm just a piece of ass that you use when you can't find someone else."
"That's not true."
"Mistress, you cheating cunt, and you'd better hurry up or dad will end up being there too."
She pulled the back of the thong up so it showed above my shorts.
"If you push that down, or change anything at all I'll know. Now get out."
I scurried for the garage.
I rang the door bell at Kaye's house, and waited, and waited. I didn't want my back to the street because you'd see the thong, but if I had it towards the door Kaye would see it, so I stood side ways.
Finally Kaye opened the door with a big ass smile on her face. Bitch.
"Ron, so good to see you. Come on in."
"Sorry Kaye, but I'm just supposed to give you this, and get right home."
Her right hand had been hidden, but she brought it up towards her face with a cell phone in it.
"He says he has to come right home." Fuck she was talking to Mel.
"She wants to talk to you." Handing me the phone.
"Hello?"
"Liar! You'll go in the house, and be very nice to my mom, and do as you're told if you know what's good for you. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes...mistress."
"Give the phone back to mom."
I did not failing to notice her happy face.
"Yes?" Kaye listened and smiled. "I'm sure everything will be just fine. Thanks for the easy money. Bye-bye."
She motioned for me to enter which I did keeping my back from her view until she asked me to turn around. When I hesitated she made to use her phone.
"No no please don't."
I turned around, and heard Kaye giggle as my thong came into view.
"Oh that's just darling. I don't care for thongs myself, but it's really a good fit for you isn't it baby?"
I was so fucking hot in the face. Humiliated beyond belief. Then it got worse.
CONT
Two Spiders And A Fly 2
"Drop your shorts so I can get a good look."
"Kaye, please can't you just tell Melissa that I..."
"Drop your shorts so I can see your thong. Do it right now or I'll be calling..."
"I'm doing it, I'm doing it."
Moments later I stood in front of my mother in law with only my penis covered. When Kaye saw my red ass she burst out laughing.
"Wow, she can be a nasty little girl can't she baby?"
"No, no she's a wonderful wife, and she knows what's best for me. I love her with all my heart."
I finally said something right.
"Really? Do you love her with that too?" Pointing at my penis.
Jesus Christ. "Yes." Just above a whisper.
"And no one else?"
"No. Never."
"Well that's really too bad."
What did she say? I had looked everywhere but at Kaye since I'd arrived. At the last comment I'd brought my head up to see a huge smile on her face. Kaye was wearing a tank top, and shorts. She wasn't wearing a bra. There was no drop, and her nipples were very erect. Her perfume was the same as Melissa.
"Don't go anywhere." Kaye left and returned a moment later with a bottle of lotion. No. No. No.
How do I describe her voice? Happy. Kaye has a loud happy voice. Whereas Melissa's is much quieter, and sultry without trying.
"That looks so painful let mommy make it all better for you." As she squirted a liberal amount of lotion into one hand before rubbing both of them together.
"Kaye please don't, Melissa, I can't, don't Kaye please."
"Oh hush up. You dirty boy thinking about sex all the time. I just don't want you to blister. My daughter should be more careful with her toys, but if it will make you feel better I'll call her up...again."
Shit. Did Mel already know her mom was going to do this? More embarrassment? Probably, and calling her would make it worse. "No. Don't call her."
Blood flowed to my penis as Kaye tenderly rubbed the lotion onto my abused cheeks. I swallowed, and swallowed again,
I was so fucking weak. It felt wonderful.
"That's much better isn't it honey? Just a little bit more, and then you'll be good to go. Besides Art should be getting home soon, and we wouldn't want him to walk in with his wife rubbing her son in laws naked ass would we?"
"No." I croaked.
Kaye had been behind me, but now we stood face to face as she squirted lotion onto her hand once before missing with the next shot (on purpose no doubt) which landed just above my nearly ridgid penis.
"Oh dear. I'm sorry. My, my, do you have a gun in your panties Ron?"
Her hand moved to remove the lotion. In the process she brought the palm of her hand across my erect member.
"Aaahhhh...geez...Kaye...Mel..."
"It's really a shame that the only person who can play with your big, strong, hard, slick cock is my daughter." She was looking at me speaking in a breathless little girl like whisper.
"Kaye...no...married...married...to Melissa."
"You can look at my tits if you want to...do you want to Ron darling? I know you do. I've seen yours so showing you mine would just be fair right? Would you like to suck one of my nipples into your mouth baby? It would make me feel so good.
I made you feel better didn't I Ron? Don't you want to make your mother in law feel better? Just for a little bit?"
"Can't. No." They looked so fucking perfect under her top.
"If I rub your beautiful cock will you cum in your panties baby?"
"No...don't...gotta go...Kaye...Mel..."
"Is probably home playing with her pussy instead of playing with her handsome, tall, husband's COCK."
"Stop it...Jesus Kaye...I'm married to your daughter."
"What if you weren't darling? What if I was married but you were single? Would you fuck me then or do you think I'm fat?"
Her language was thrilling.
The correct answer to a woman asking you that question would be...?
"No, no, that's not it at all, Mel is all I need or want."
"You're so sweet, but you didn't answer the first question."
"No I couldn't do that because you were married." That was total bull shit because I wouldn't have thought twice before sticking my dick into her pussy.
"Really? What if we were both available? Would you stick your hard cock into me then?"
If that was the case we wouldn't be talking. I'd be fucking your wheels off right now.
"Kaye please I just want to go home."
"I'd fuck you in a heart beat."
Kaye was doing the same thing Melissa does with her tongue. Running it back and forth over her upper lip.
I was speechless. I just stood there staring at her breasts without realizing it, but Kaye didn't miss my area of viewing.
"All you need to do is give the straps a little push off my shoulders stud muffin, and if you still don't want to lick them, and squeeze them, and suck on them...then I'll know you really do love my daughter, and that you'd never ever cheat on
her...with that perfect big tool between your legs. A mother just wants what's best for her daughter...you understand don't you baby? My, you are just so perfect, so hot, I need to make sure you can remain faithful to my only baby girl."
God in heaven I wanted to strip the bitch and fuck right there. Screw Art, screw Mel. It was her fault for sending me here in the first place.
And then it hit me. Set up. It had to be another fucking set up deal, and sure as shit at some point Kaye was going to spill everything to Melissa. Probably when I tried to pull her top down. Or when Art walked in to catch his son in law
fucking his wife on the floor. She was playing me, and doing a bang up fucking job. I wanted her. I'd never wanted her before I just would have liked to have seen those breasts. She'd be a hot fuck. Like mother, like daughter. She was probably wet too. Even at her age. Her age. My age.
"Kaye, I love Melissa. Period. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and her alone, including the sex. I'm a guy so sometimes I have to fight my...urges, but I'd never be unfaithful to my wife. I'm leaving now, and if you want to call Mel...feel free. Personally I'm disappointed that you'd want to hurt your daughter this way."
Suck on that bitch.
Her face did register surprise. Then her laugh again.
"Oh, don't worry I was just teasing. You showed what a really great husband you are, and I can assure you sweetie that I'm as faithful to my husband as Melissa is to you. Now you pull your shorts up, and get your cute little ass home."
Just how much did she know?
"Thanks Kaye, heading there directly."
I climbed into my truck and glanced backward as I pulled out of the drive way. I looked towards the door just as I stopped and prepared to head back down the street. Kaye was still in the door way smiling. She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and flashed the bottom of her naked breasts at me before closing the door.
To paraphrase a Seinfeld episode, "They're fake, and they are magnificent."
As I mentioned earlier I'm a maid.
I have stripped at the door every night since, and spent the rest of the evening doing house work in panties, and an apron.
Mel will check my work carrying the paddle around with her, and uses it at least once each evening. I told her I wanted her to see Ben on Saturday, but she didn't believe me. I begged her to go see him. I licked her toes, and feet while she watched video of me drinking my cum, and licking out the shot glass while playing with her pussy. She'd cum moaning his name. Finally told me that if I really wanted her to see Ben she'd do it...for me...for a hundred dollars.
Mel left awhile ago to go shopping. Then to dinner, and finally to see Ben. Nope she's not going alone. Kaye is going with her. Just fucking thrilled to hear that figuring Kaye will tell her an abridged version of what happened at her house.
All she needs to do is tell Melissa I got a boner, and I won't be able to sit down for a week.
On the bright side if she doesn't mention any of what happened to Melissa then, well I'm not sure. I mean Melissa will be happy if Ben gets into her panties although I don't think he's gonna lose his job in order to fuck my wife. I know that the next time (fucking soon I hope) I put my cock into Mel's pussy I may be thinking about Kaye.
I don't believe Kaye was just teasing either. The mother daughter thing is something I've never experienced. If there was any spanking I believe I'd be the one dealing out the punishment. Plus I think she'd be a big ego boost.
The very big downside would be getting caught, and loosing my wife. I should keep my dick in my pants.
"Drop your shorts so I can get a good look."
"Kaye, please can't you just tell Melissa that I..."
"Drop your shorts so I can see your thong. Do it right now or I'll be calling..."
"I'm doing it, I'm doing it."
Moments later I stood in front of my mother in law with only my penis covered. When Kaye saw my red ass she burst out laughing.
"Wow, she can be a nasty little girl can't she baby?"
"No, no she's a wonderful wife, and she knows what's best for me. I love her with all my heart."
I finally said something right.
"Really? Do you love her with that too?" Pointing at my penis.
Jesus Christ. "Yes." Just above a whisper.
"And no one else?"
"No. Never."
"Well that's really too bad."
What did she say? I had looked everywhere but at Kaye since I'd arrived. At the last comment I'd brought my head up to see a huge smile on her face. Kaye was wearing a tank top, and shorts. She wasn't wearing a bra. There was no drop, and her nipples were very erect. Her perfume was the same as Melissa.
"Don't go anywhere." Kaye left and returned a moment later with a bottle of lotion. No. No. No.
How do I describe her voice? Happy. Kaye has a loud happy voice. Whereas Melissa's is much quieter, and sultry without trying.
"That looks so painful let mommy make it all better for you." As she squirted a liberal amount of lotion into one hand before rubbing both of them together.
"Kaye please don't, Melissa, I can't, don't Kaye please."
"Oh hush up. You dirty boy thinking about sex all the time. I just don't want you to blister. My daughter should be more careful with her toys, but if it will make you feel better I'll call her up...again."
Shit. Did Mel already know her mom was going to do this? More embarrassment? Probably, and calling her would make it worse. "No. Don't call her."
Blood flowed to my penis as Kaye tenderly rubbed the lotion onto my abused cheeks. I swallowed, and swallowed again,
I was so fucking weak. It felt wonderful.
"That's much better isn't it honey? Just a little bit more, and then you'll be good to go. Besides Art should be getting home soon, and we wouldn't want him to walk in with his wife rubbing her son in laws naked ass would we?"
"No." I croaked.
Kaye had been behind me, but now we stood face to face as she squirted lotion onto her hand once before missing with the next shot (on purpose no doubt) which landed just above my nearly ridgid penis.
"Oh dear. I'm sorry. My, my, do you have a gun in your panties Ron?"
Her hand moved to remove the lotion. In the process she brought the palm of her hand across my erect member.
"Aaahhhh...geez...Kaye...Mel..."
"It's really a shame that the only person who can play with your big, strong, hard, slick cock is my daughter." She was looking at me speaking in a breathless little girl like whisper.
"Kaye...no...married...married...to Melissa."
"You can look at my tits if you want to...do you want to Ron darling? I know you do. I've seen yours so showing you mine would just be fair right? Would you like to suck one of my nipples into your mouth baby? It would make me feel so good.
I made you feel better didn't I Ron? Don't you want to make your mother in law feel better? Just for a little bit?"
"Can't. No." They looked so fucking perfect under her top.
"If I rub your beautiful cock will you cum in your panties baby?"
"No...don't...gotta go...Kaye...Mel..."
"Is probably home playing with her pussy instead of playing with her handsome, tall, husband's COCK."
"Stop it...Jesus Kaye...I'm married to your daughter."
"What if you weren't darling? What if I was married but you were single? Would you fuck me then or do you think I'm fat?"
Her language was thrilling.
The correct answer to a woman asking you that question would be...?
"No, no, that's not it at all, Mel is all I need or want."
"You're so sweet, but you didn't answer the first question."
"No I couldn't do that because you were married." That was total bull shit because I wouldn't have thought twice before sticking my dick into her pussy.
"Really? What if we were both available? Would you stick your hard cock into me then?"
If that was the case we wouldn't be talking. I'd be fucking your wheels off right now.
"Kaye please I just want to go home."
"I'd fuck you in a heart beat."
Kaye was doing the same thing Melissa does with her tongue. Running it back and forth over her upper lip.
I was speechless. I just stood there staring at her breasts without realizing it, but Kaye didn't miss my area of viewing.
"All you need to do is give the straps a little push off my shoulders stud muffin, and if you still don't want to lick them, and squeeze them, and suck on them...then I'll know you really do love my daughter, and that you'd never ever cheat on
her...with that perfect big tool between your legs. A mother just wants what's best for her daughter...you understand don't you baby? My, you are just so perfect, so hot, I need to make sure you can remain faithful to my only baby girl."
God in heaven I wanted to strip the bitch and fuck right there. Screw Art, screw Mel. It was her fault for sending me here in the first place.
And then it hit me. Set up. It had to be another fucking set up deal, and sure as shit at some point Kaye was going to spill everything to Melissa. Probably when I tried to pull her top down. Or when Art walked in to catch his son in law
fucking his wife on the floor. She was playing me, and doing a bang up fucking job. I wanted her. I'd never wanted her before I just would have liked to have seen those breasts. She'd be a hot fuck. Like mother, like daughter. She was probably wet too. Even at her age. Her age. My age.
"Kaye, I love Melissa. Period. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and her alone, including the sex. I'm a guy so sometimes I have to fight my...urges, but I'd never be unfaithful to my wife. I'm leaving now, and if you want to call Mel...feel free. Personally I'm disappointed that you'd want to hurt your daughter this way."
Suck on that bitch.
Her face did register surprise. Then her laugh again.
"Oh, don't worry I was just teasing. You showed what a really great husband you are, and I can assure you sweetie that I'm as faithful to my husband as Melissa is to you. Now you pull your shorts up, and get your cute little ass home."
Just how much did she know?
"Thanks Kaye, heading there directly."
I climbed into my truck and glanced backward as I pulled out of the drive way. I looked towards the door just as I stopped and prepared to head back down the street. Kaye was still in the door way smiling. She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and flashed the bottom of her naked breasts at me before closing the door.
To paraphrase a Seinfeld episode, "They're fake, and they are magnificent."
As I mentioned earlier I'm a maid.
I have stripped at the door every night since, and spent the rest of the evening doing house work in panties, and an apron.
Mel will check my work carrying the paddle around with her, and uses it at least once each evening. I told her I wanted her to see Ben on Saturday, but she didn't believe me. I begged her to go see him. I licked her toes, and feet while she watched video of me drinking my cum, and licking out the shot glass while playing with her pussy. She'd cum moaning his name. Finally told me that if I really wanted her to see Ben she'd do it...for me...for a hundred dollars.
Mel left awhile ago to go shopping. Then to dinner, and finally to see Ben. Nope she's not going alone. Kaye is going with her. Just fucking thrilled to hear that figuring Kaye will tell her an abridged version of what happened at her house.
All she needs to do is tell Melissa I got a boner, and I won't be able to sit down for a week.
On the bright side if she doesn't mention any of what happened to Melissa then, well I'm not sure. I mean Melissa will be happy if Ben gets into her panties although I don't think he's gonna lose his job in order to fuck my wife. I know that the next time (fucking soon I hope) I put my cock into Mel's pussy I may be thinking about Kaye.
I don't believe Kaye was just teasing either. The mother daughter thing is something I've never experienced. If there was any spanking I believe I'd be the one dealing out the punishment. Plus I think she'd be a big ego boost.
The very big downside would be getting caught, and loosing my wife. I should keep my dick in my pants.
Ron,
Regarding your question re. my comment about a 16 year-old, I was referring to:
Regarding your comment about drinking beers one Friday with 3 guys who had all worked for Julie at one time or another: it sounds like Julie owned her own business. Was that the case? If so, what was the nature of her business (I mean, in a general sense... no need to be too specific).
If not, was Julie a supervisor in an organization such that others including men worked for her? If this was the case, what was the nature of her organization and her supervisory job (again, in a general sense)?
—Custer
Regarding your question re. my comment about a 16 year-old, I was referring to:
twerpedbyjulie said:
Regarding your comment about drinking beers one Friday with 3 guys who had all worked for Julie at one time or another: it sounds like Julie owned her own business. Was that the case? If so, what was the nature of her business (I mean, in a general sense... no need to be too specific).
If not, was Julie a supervisor in an organization such that others including men worked for her? If this was the case, what was the nature of her organization and her supervisory job (again, in a general sense)?
—Custer
Company
Ah, of course the sixteen year old. It actually gets a lot better. She's been mentioned on this thread before. She's Julie's niece. I shit you not one bit. Horny runs in the gene pool.
No Julie didn't own her own business. She was a manager of one the company owned computer stores. The guy I had been friends with taught computer science. She hired him to run their computer education classes.
The both ended up at the corporate office. Company did 70 million in their first year, and they did nearly 5 billion the year they went belly up. Julie had moved on before that happened. Actually they all had, and the bankruptcy was ugly. Lotta lawsuits.
Julie was in charge of all company owned stores in the great plains area south to Texas. So she traveled quite often.
Custer Laststand said:
Ah, of course the sixteen year old. It actually gets a lot better. She's been mentioned on this thread before. She's Julie's niece. I shit you not one bit. Horny runs in the gene pool.
No Julie didn't own her own business. She was a manager of one the company owned computer stores. The guy I had been friends with taught computer science. She hired him to run their computer education classes.
The both ended up at the corporate office. Company did 70 million in their first year, and they did nearly 5 billion the year they went belly up. Julie had moved on before that happened. Actually they all had, and the bankruptcy was ugly. Lotta lawsuits.
Julie was in charge of all company owned stores in the great plains area south to Texas. So she traveled quite often.
Well I Got Laid
Melissa was home by nine o'clock last night, and very horny.
Pretty pissed as I found out later.
Seems Ben shut her down never mentioning the married women clause. Said he was currently involved, and in love. Mel dropped her mom off before she hit the bar.
We had hard, rough, sex on the floor when she got home, and again later at bed time. She came in dressed in new night wear that was pretty fucking cool. This one was a love session.
I got breakfast in bed this morning!!!
While I ate she showered, and crawled into bed naked for another go which left me fully sated.
She told me that Ben had seen a great deal of her breasts, and legs, before Mel got tired of waiting, and asked him what he was doing after work.
Going home to see his lover.
My wife doesn't handle rejection very well.
Mel mentioned not one word about Kaye.
Cleaning ladies start back up next weekend so my cleaning duties appear to be over, and I'm wearing boxers.
Life is good.
Melissa was home by nine o'clock last night, and very horny.
Pretty pissed as I found out later.
Seems Ben shut her down never mentioning the married women clause. Said he was currently involved, and in love. Mel dropped her mom off before she hit the bar.
We had hard, rough, sex on the floor when she got home, and again later at bed time. She came in dressed in new night wear that was pretty fucking cool. This one was a love session.
I got breakfast in bed this morning!!!
While I ate she showered, and crawled into bed naked for another go which left me fully sated.
She told me that Ben had seen a great deal of her breasts, and legs, before Mel got tired of waiting, and asked him what he was doing after work.
Going home to see his lover.
My wife doesn't handle rejection very well.
Mel mentioned not one word about Kaye.
Cleaning ladies start back up next weekend so my cleaning duties appear to be over, and I'm wearing boxers.
Life is good.
This and the following, I must say, are hot posts...
As she should be, of course, as your boss-wife...
Wishful thinking...
It sounds like you're becoming so healthy you can hardly stand it. (But, what are widely thought to be the blessings of good health can have some ambiguities, evidently...)
What’s “the Ben number”...?
Nice...
Hm… what do you have to do to “earn the right” to see your wife nude (while not mentioning sex)?
What’s this, some sort of obscure historical reference? I don’t get it.
I think that’s the idea…
I guess you set yourself up for that one…
Many would say schools would be pretty good places to work if it weren’t for the students…
One of the advantages of being a woman is, one can masturbate without an obvious erection rising beneath one’s skirt…
I’ll bet she didn’t, though…
But, you said you have a home office where you work (with a secretary). (I know, I know… details, details…). In any case, since your wife works during the day, why not masturbate at home whenever you like — say, in your own bathroom — or when your secretary is out for lunch?
But, she can’t. Ben’s boss the bar owner told him she’d fire him if he lets any more married women fuck him — remember?
Hey… I have 3 cats (one a loaner, 2 of them tom cats), and they actually do cat around at night. So, stop trying to give them a bad name…
So, your wife thought all the bar noise in the background was just the background noise in your condo…? Anyway, it sounds like Kaye knows you better than your wife does…
Dream on…
Of course…
If you don’t tell Joanie that, you’ll never know whether she would accept. It seems like a straightforward enough transaction. When she comes around with your drink, motion to her so she leans forward, then speak softly into her ear: “I’ll give you $___, Joanie, if you’ll show me your gorgeous tits after closing time.” (That’s what they’re for, ya’-know… she wants men to admire them.) She’ll giggle and smile and leave (most likely). Then, enjoy your drink. Later, when Joanie returns to take your order for another, again motion to her then say softly: “Well…? Will you show them to me…?” The worst she could do would be to shake her head “No”… but Joanie wouldn’t “hate and despise” you because you’d have complimented her gorgeous tits. And, you’d have shown her you’re a bold enough man to make that offer.
Oh, oh… obviously Kaye wasn’t about to take your wife’s word for it that she had called you, and you had assured her you were at home…
I guess you’re in a good position now to dismiss any claim that amounted to “real humiliation”…
So…?
That was a reasonable enough order…
If you could find it…
Not so. Your wife demanded you give her $100 in cash AND she tanned your ass…
Sounds like you were a better player at split end…
Well, that was proper, of course…
I’ll await the next installment…
twerpedbyjulie said:
As she should be, of course, as your boss-wife...
twerpedbyjulie said:
Wishful thinking...
twerpedbyjulie said:
It sounds like you're becoming so healthy you can hardly stand it. (But, what are widely thought to be the blessings of good health can have some ambiguities, evidently...)
twerpedbyjulie said:
What’s “the Ben number”...?
twerpedbyjulie said:
Nice...
twerpedbyjulie said:
Hm… what do you have to do to “earn the right” to see your wife nude (while not mentioning sex)?
twerpedbyjulie said:
What’s this, some sort of obscure historical reference? I don’t get it.
twerpedbyjulie said:
I think that’s the idea…
twerpedbyjulie said:
I guess you set yourself up for that one…
twerpedbyjulie said:
Many would say schools would be pretty good places to work if it weren’t for the students…
twerpedbyjulie said:
One of the advantages of being a woman is, one can masturbate without an obvious erection rising beneath one’s skirt…
twerpedbyjulie said:
I’ll bet she didn’t, though…
twerpedbyjulie said:
But, you said you have a home office where you work (with a secretary). (I know, I know… details, details…). In any case, since your wife works during the day, why not masturbate at home whenever you like — say, in your own bathroom — or when your secretary is out for lunch?
twerpedbyjulie said:
But, she can’t. Ben’s boss the bar owner told him she’d fire him if he lets any more married women fuck him — remember?
twerpedbyjulie said:
Hey… I have 3 cats (one a loaner, 2 of them tom cats), and they actually do cat around at night. So, stop trying to give them a bad name…
twerpedbyjulie said:
So, your wife thought all the bar noise in the background was just the background noise in your condo…? Anyway, it sounds like Kaye knows you better than your wife does…
twerpedbyjulie said:
Dream on…
twerpedbyjulie said:
Of course…
twerpedbyjulie said:
If you don’t tell Joanie that, you’ll never know whether she would accept. It seems like a straightforward enough transaction. When she comes around with your drink, motion to her so she leans forward, then speak softly into her ear: “I’ll give you $___, Joanie, if you’ll show me your gorgeous tits after closing time.” (That’s what they’re for, ya’-know… she wants men to admire them.) She’ll giggle and smile and leave (most likely). Then, enjoy your drink. Later, when Joanie returns to take your order for another, again motion to her then say softly: “Well…? Will you show them to me…?” The worst she could do would be to shake her head “No”… but Joanie wouldn’t “hate and despise” you because you’d have complimented her gorgeous tits. And, you’d have shown her you’re a bold enough man to make that offer.
twerpedbyjulie said:
Oh, oh… obviously Kaye wasn’t about to take your wife’s word for it that she had called you, and you had assured her you were at home…
twerpedbyjulie said:
I guess you’re in a good position now to dismiss any claim that amounted to “real humiliation”…
twerpedbyjulie said:
So…?
twerpedbyjulie said:
That was a reasonable enough order…
twerpedbyjulie said:
If you could find it…
twerpedbyjulie said:
Not so. Your wife demanded you give her $100 in cash AND she tanned your ass…
twerpedbyjulie said:
Sounds like you were a better player at split end…
twerpedbyjulie said:
Well, that was proper, of course…
twerpedbyjulie said:
I’ll await the next installment…
Winnie
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie Melissa has taken to wearing a night gown to bed that covers her from neck to ankles since the Ben number.
What’s “the Ben number”...?
Since she met him in the bar, and I didn’t immediately sign off on her bedding him.
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie I have been ordered not to play with myself. I have to earn the right to see her naked with no mention of sex.
Hm… what do you have to do to “earn the right” to see your wife nude (while not mentioning sex)?
Didn’t ask, wasn’t told.
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie I don't take baths with apologies to Winston Churchill.
What’s this, some sort of obscure historical reference? I don’t get it.
Yeah, he got asked about taking baths once, and replied why would one do something standing up when they could sit instead. Or words to that effect.
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie When I got home she was walking with a bit of a limp so I asked her what was wrong. "I didn't know he was going to fuck me up the ass." Which is of course total bullshit... Additionally I've been forbidden to pleasure myself. So I've been reduced to jacking off in the restroom at work after everyone had gone home.
But, you said you have a home office where you work (with a secretary). (I know, I know… details, details…). In any case, since your wife works during the day, why not masturbate at home whenever you like — say, in your own bathroom — or when your secretary is out for lunch?
I did mention a home office, but have also mentioned the main office where Louise my secretary works. I rent a building. . I use a spare bedroom as a home office, and place to look at porn…
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie I want my wife to fuck Ben [the bartender] before my balls explode.
But, she can’t. Ben’s boss the bar owner told him she’d fire him if he lets any more married women fuck him — remember?
Oh yeah I remember, but if it meant Mel would spread for me after I hoped she’d work her way around it. Honestly, if he had used that as the excuse regarding why he couldn’t fuck Mel I was prepared to tell him it was okay with me.
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie Kaye [my wife’s mother] bet Mel that I'd be out "tom-catting" around while Melissa was gone for two nights.
Hey… I have 3 cats (one a loaner, 2 of them tom cats), and they actually do cat around at night. So, stop trying to give them a bad name…
No humor. Against the rules…
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie Mel said not a chance I'd disobey her. The bet was $100. A mother and daughter betting a $100 over me just wanting to have a cocktail or three? Man. But, Mel called me both nights to see how I was doing.
So, your wife thought all the bar noise in the background was just the background noise in your condo…? Anyway, it sounds like Kaye knows you better than your wife does…
When you look at your caller ID, and you’re not where you’re supposed to be you hall ass to the front door before you answer.
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie Fuck me. I'd give a week's take to just get a look at those monsters.
If you don’t tell Joanie that, you’ll never know whether she would accept. It seems like a straightforward enough transaction. When she comes around with your drink, motion to her so she leans forward, then speak softly into her ear: “I’ll give you $___, Joanie, if you’ll show me your gorgeous tits after closing time.” (That’s what they’re for, ya’-know… she wants men to admire them.) She’ll giggle and smile and leave (most likely). Then, enjoy your drink. Later, when Joanie returns to take your order for another, again motion to her then say softly: “Well…? Will you show them to me…?” The worst she could do would be to shake her head “No”… but Joanie wouldn’t “hate and despise” you because you’d have complimented her gorgeous tits. And, you’d have shown her you’re a bold enough man to make that offer.
You’re absolutely correct sir. A friend and I did just that when we were in our late twenties. Cost us $63 which was everything we had on us. Got to look for a ten count, one Mississippi, etc. It has been known to happen on Saturday mornings at my now favorite pub, but with inflation…
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie I wasn't thinking too clearly about the cuckold site either. I was watching videos of wive's fucking men other than their hubbies. What I hadn't thought about was that almost 90% of the videos show the white wife getting fucked by a black guy.
So…?
It’s just not high on my list, and I didn’t want Mel to get the wrong idea. I have thought about Mel and a black man. If it comes up I think I can handle it, but big difference between fact and fantasy. Freely admit craving a taste of a black roommate's cock in college. Four of us in an apartment, and we played B-ball together. He was a big man all over, and the fucking thing just seemed to glisten.
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie "All these guys spanked your ass didn't they?" Showing me the high school paddle. "Yes." "Naked?" "No, no." That was true with one exception. I started at split end taking a senior's place. He still started at defensive end, but he was really pissed. …. etc ….
Sounds like you were a better player at split end…
Actually I was. I had great hands and was pretty fast. On the other hand I was 6’2” tall and weighed in at 135lbs. Turned sideways you couldn’t see me.
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie Melissa has taken to wearing a night gown to bed that covers her from neck to ankles since the Ben number.
What’s “the Ben number”...?
Since she met him in the bar, and I didn’t immediately sign off on her bedding him.
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie I have been ordered not to play with myself. I have to earn the right to see her naked with no mention of sex.
Hm… what do you have to do to “earn the right” to see your wife nude (while not mentioning sex)?
Didn’t ask, wasn’t told.
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie I don't take baths with apologies to Winston Churchill.
What’s this, some sort of obscure historical reference? I don’t get it.
Yeah, he got asked about taking baths once, and replied why would one do something standing up when they could sit instead. Or words to that effect.
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie When I got home she was walking with a bit of a limp so I asked her what was wrong. "I didn't know he was going to fuck me up the ass." Which is of course total bullshit... Additionally I've been forbidden to pleasure myself. So I've been reduced to jacking off in the restroom at work after everyone had gone home.
But, you said you have a home office where you work (with a secretary). (I know, I know… details, details…). In any case, since your wife works during the day, why not masturbate at home whenever you like — say, in your own bathroom — or when your secretary is out for lunch?
I did mention a home office, but have also mentioned the main office where Louise my secretary works. I rent a building. . I use a spare bedroom as a home office, and place to look at porn…
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie I want my wife to fuck Ben [the bartender] before my balls explode.
But, she can’t. Ben’s boss the bar owner told him she’d fire him if he lets any more married women fuck him — remember?
Oh yeah I remember, but if it meant Mel would spread for me after I hoped she’d work her way around it. Honestly, if he had used that as the excuse regarding why he couldn’t fuck Mel I was prepared to tell him it was okay with me.
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie Kaye [my wife’s mother] bet Mel that I'd be out "tom-catting" around while Melissa was gone for two nights.
Hey… I have 3 cats (one a loaner, 2 of them tom cats), and they actually do cat around at night. So, stop trying to give them a bad name…
No humor. Against the rules…
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie Mel said not a chance I'd disobey her. The bet was $100. A mother and daughter betting a $100 over me just wanting to have a cocktail or three? Man. But, Mel called me both nights to see how I was doing.
So, your wife thought all the bar noise in the background was just the background noise in your condo…? Anyway, it sounds like Kaye knows you better than your wife does…
When you look at your caller ID, and you’re not where you’re supposed to be you hall ass to the front door before you answer.
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie Fuck me. I'd give a week's take to just get a look at those monsters.
If you don’t tell Joanie that, you’ll never know whether she would accept. It seems like a straightforward enough transaction. When she comes around with your drink, motion to her so she leans forward, then speak softly into her ear: “I’ll give you $___, Joanie, if you’ll show me your gorgeous tits after closing time.” (That’s what they’re for, ya’-know… she wants men to admire them.) She’ll giggle and smile and leave (most likely). Then, enjoy your drink. Later, when Joanie returns to take your order for another, again motion to her then say softly: “Well…? Will you show them to me…?” The worst she could do would be to shake her head “No”… but Joanie wouldn’t “hate and despise” you because you’d have complimented her gorgeous tits. And, you’d have shown her you’re a bold enough man to make that offer.
You’re absolutely correct sir. A friend and I did just that when we were in our late twenties. Cost us $63 which was everything we had on us. Got to look for a ten count, one Mississippi, etc. It has been known to happen on Saturday mornings at my now favorite pub, but with inflation…
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie I wasn't thinking too clearly about the cuckold site either. I was watching videos of wive's fucking men other than their hubbies. What I hadn't thought about was that almost 90% of the videos show the white wife getting fucked by a black guy.
So…?
It’s just not high on my list, and I didn’t want Mel to get the wrong idea. I have thought about Mel and a black man. If it comes up I think I can handle it, but big difference between fact and fantasy. Freely admit craving a taste of a black roommate's cock in college. Four of us in an apartment, and we played B-ball together. He was a big man all over, and the fucking thing just seemed to glisten.
Originally Posted by twerpedbyjulie "All these guys spanked your ass didn't they?" Showing me the high school paddle. "Yes." "Naked?" "No, no." That was true with one exception. I started at split end taking a senior's place. He still started at defensive end, but he was really pissed. …. etc ….
Sounds like you were a better player at split end…
Actually I was. I had great hands
and was pretty fast. On the other hand I was 6’2” tall and weighed in at 135lbs. Turned sideways you couldn’t see me.