Trophy Wife Mounted and Stuffed
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unclem said:
God Clem I know right? I would consider it perfect if she'd hadn't cut me off for long. I know (yourself included?) have gone much longer than I, but that part just kills me. I wish we could turn the clock back a bit on that number. Encouraging aspect is that she has not ordered me to put the cage back on, asked for the Viagra back, and she is back to walking around the house in little of nothing.
She's been home early all week so unless she's getting tapped over lunch, or dare I suggest the parking lot, I don't think she and Doug have been together. Works like that with her, she gets bored pretty easily after the high gloss is off.
We're going out together tomorrow night so I've got my fingers crossed.
game4owt said:
I don't have the video, I don't have the pictures. I haven't even seen them, he just told me they existed, and Melissa did not contradict him. He hasn't been around in awhile. "Why would I drive an hour for old pussy when I don't have to leave the apartment for the good stuff." Or words to that effect. Really quite eloquent don't you think.
My Parking Lot Fuck 1
It was single digits outside so I had her covered from neck to toes. It's the beige number with which she wears matching tights with a long sleeved top that if worn without the tights makes for a dandy short skirt topped off with brown knee high boots.
Dinner was great and we had a very "normal" husband wife conversation. Two bottles of wine with me consuming about a bottle and a half because Mel told me she'd drive.
The bar and grill I selected isn't exactly a dive, but pretty damn close. It's outside the metro area about twenty miles.
Unincorporated. Besides the bar there's a closed gas station and about a dozen houses. Local farmers keep the place going. Melissa would still look out of place if she wore jeans, work boots, and a John Deere ball cap.
Dozen or so cars, gravel parking lot with almost no lights. Mel left the car running and proceeded to strip me from the waist down. My slacks were around my ankles. She then gave my penis loving attention. I had taken a pill earlier, she insisted. When I was rock hard and moaning she had me drop my seat all the way down while she took off the boots and her tights. She wore no panties as I had requested although I probably didn't need to ask that.
Sex in a car at my age isn't my first choice but then I didn't really have to do anything but enjoy.
Mel straddled my thighs before guiding my penis into the swamp between her legs. God it felt good. So fucking good.
Then she started talking about how much she had missed my cock. Swell.
"All I've had in my pussy is that little boy penis that my husband is so proud of...it's all I can do not to laugh every time
we fuck. It's not really fucking it's so small it keeps slipping out of my pussy. I think the record is twenty strokes before he cums and dribbles out what he calls a load."
I didn't care, not only didn't I care it was just the type of story line that made it difficult not to cum in twenty strokes.
"I don't need to get wet and usually can't because it's just a disaster with his four incher poking around inside of me after I've had so many big cocks to fuck. Fuck...I've fucked teenage boys with bigger cocks...that's it baby fuck me good. Shit I don't think I've ever had a smaller cock to fuck and I was stupid enough to marry the wimp."
"How...how old were the boys?"
"Ah keep fucking my cheating cunt. Thirteen to nineteen and every thing in between. All bigger even the thirteen year old and he shot so much juice in me I thought for sure he'd knocked me up."
"He didn't wear a condom?"
"His uncle thought he was but I took care of that in a hurry. I told him his first fuck should be bare back and once he felt how good it felt there was no way he was going to wear a stupid rubber. I took some of it out of my pussy and put it in the rubber in case his uncle wanted to check."
"What if he'd knocked you up? What about your husband?"
"Who cares? He's a fucking cuckold...a sissy...pussy...I think he wants me pregnant because everyone would know it wasn't his. He shoots blanks and the baby would have been black...a black bastard baby in my belly...a black baby with a big cock...bigger than his...I don't think I'd be able to keep my hands off of my own son's cock when he got old enough."
"Fuck...shit....Jesus...Mel..."
"Little black lips sucking milk out my big fat white tits...God...gonna cum just thinking about how good it would feel...oh fuck me....."
We both came, and hard. Her body alone would have been more than enough as it always is but the mental images she plugged into my old pervert brain sent me into sensory over load.
After we caught our breath she pulled off of me dripping some of my cum onto me.
"On or off?"
"What?"
"The tights...do you what me to put them back on or leave them off?"
I'd just cum so my urge or need to see my wife showing off her stuff had receded so it wasn't an automatic decision.
I hedged. "It's awful cold out honey."
"We're only going to be outside for a minute, and I'll have my coat on so I don't mind if that's what you want. The coat will kept the cum dripping down my thighs from freezing."
"Leave 'em off." Fuck. Coat covered her down to within a few inches of her knees so wearing the tights would have been a bigger display I thought.
Just as I opened the door she looked at me and said, "You're my daddy now." Before I could reply she was inside the bar with me wondering just where this was going.
Next Daddy and Daughter having a discussion in the bar about my wife/her mother making me a cuckold.
It was single digits outside so I had her covered from neck to toes. It's the beige number with which she wears matching tights with a long sleeved top that if worn without the tights makes for a dandy short skirt topped off with brown knee high boots.
Dinner was great and we had a very "normal" husband wife conversation. Two bottles of wine with me consuming about a bottle and a half because Mel told me she'd drive.
The bar and grill I selected isn't exactly a dive, but pretty damn close. It's outside the metro area about twenty miles.
Unincorporated. Besides the bar there's a closed gas station and about a dozen houses. Local farmers keep the place going. Melissa would still look out of place if she wore jeans, work boots, and a John Deere ball cap.
Dozen or so cars, gravel parking lot with almost no lights. Mel left the car running and proceeded to strip me from the waist down. My slacks were around my ankles. She then gave my penis loving attention. I had taken a pill earlier, she insisted. When I was rock hard and moaning she had me drop my seat all the way down while she took off the boots and her tights. She wore no panties as I had requested although I probably didn't need to ask that.
Sex in a car at my age isn't my first choice but then I didn't really have to do anything but enjoy.
Mel straddled my thighs before guiding my penis into the swamp between her legs. God it felt good. So fucking good.
Then she started talking about how much she had missed my cock. Swell.
"All I've had in my pussy is that little boy penis that my husband is so proud of...it's all I can do not to laugh every time
we fuck. It's not really fucking it's so small it keeps slipping out of my pussy. I think the record is twenty strokes before he cums and dribbles out what he calls a load."
I didn't care, not only didn't I care it was just the type of story line that made it difficult not to cum in twenty strokes.
"I don't need to get wet and usually can't because it's just a disaster with his four incher poking around inside of me after I've had so many big cocks to fuck. Fuck...I've fucked teenage boys with bigger cocks...that's it baby fuck me good. Shit I don't think I've ever had a smaller cock to fuck and I was stupid enough to marry the wimp."
"How...how old were the boys?"
"Ah keep fucking my cheating cunt. Thirteen to nineteen and every thing in between. All bigger even the thirteen year old and he shot so much juice in me I thought for sure he'd knocked me up."
"He didn't wear a condom?"
"His uncle thought he was but I took care of that in a hurry. I told him his first fuck should be bare back and once he felt how good it felt there was no way he was going to wear a stupid rubber. I took some of it out of my pussy and put it in the rubber in case his uncle wanted to check."
"What if he'd knocked you up? What about your husband?"
"Who cares? He's a fucking cuckold...a sissy...pussy...I think he wants me pregnant because everyone would know it wasn't his. He shoots blanks and the baby would have been black...a black bastard baby in my belly...a black baby with a big cock...bigger than his...I don't think I'd be able to keep my hands off of my own son's cock when he got old enough."
"Fuck...shit....Jesus...Mel..."
"Little black lips sucking milk out my big fat white tits...God...gonna cum just thinking about how good it would feel...oh fuck me....."
We both came, and hard. Her body alone would have been more than enough as it always is but the mental images she plugged into my old pervert brain sent me into sensory over load.
After we caught our breath she pulled off of me dripping some of my cum onto me.
"On or off?"
"What?"
"The tights...do you what me to put them back on or leave them off?"
I'd just cum so my urge or need to see my wife showing off her stuff had receded so it wasn't an automatic decision.
I hedged. "It's awful cold out honey."
"We're only going to be outside for a minute, and I'll have my coat on so I don't mind if that's what you want. The coat will kept the cum dripping down my thighs from freezing."
"Leave 'em off." Fuck. Coat covered her down to within a few inches of her knees so wearing the tights would have been a bigger display I thought.
Just as I opened the door she looked at me and said, "You're my daddy now." Before I could reply she was inside the bar with me wondering just where this was going.
Next Daddy and Daughter having a discussion in the bar about my wife/her mother making me a cuckold.
Boss Your Wife is Cheating on You
I lost my best employee a couple of weeks ago. My man Friday. Fix or build just about anything mechanical. Known he and his wife for better than twenty years. He never expected me to try to match his other offer. Hated to do it but fuck it he'll be getting almost 40% more and a much better benefit package. He made sure he'd taken care of all the repair and maintenance on equipment before leaving.
Then we did what all good bosses do, went and had a liquid lunch. He had a couple of names to call that might be interested in filling his position.
Neither of us feeling any pain he awkwardly brought up the subject of my wife.
"She's cheating on you Ron. Should have told you earlier, but fuck didn't know what to say and you're happy so..."
He and his wife had run into Melissa at a bar when she was on a date, and saw them on the dance floor where the date's hands were full of my wife's ass. They were going to leave before she saw them but his wife does not like Mel and I suspect she wanted to make sure that my wife knew she'd been seen.
When they spotted each other Melissa walked over to say hi and acted like this was just normal behavior for a married woman.
Asked about her dance partner Mel told them he was one of her fuck buddies which left them speechless.
"Ron doesn't mind what with his tiny dick and all of his problems getting a hard on. Only way he gets hard is when I tell him about my dates."
Not much more to say and when Mel got back to her date they engaged in a long French kiss after which Mel looked back at them and winked.
He told his wife to keep her mouth shut about what they'd seen but that didn't last very long.
"Everybody knows she's fucking around on you Ron. Christ the shit she wears walking through the shop...like she's begging for it."
I wasn't sure where to go with this. How to reply? So I excused myself to hit the head. Went into a stall and let my slacks drop to my ankles. I had on a pretty pair of pink satin panties and my CB6000S. I pushed the panties down in the back until they were in danger of sliding over the bubble of my ass but the front stayed in place. I do have a nice rounded ass.
"Pussy...you're a pussy...why didn't you just invite him in so he could see why your wife fucks around...suck his cock...ask him if you could please suck his cock...bitch slap you Ronnie boy...fucking homo...maybe fuck your cunt...."
I wiggled my ass around until I felt that wonderful rush as my panties dropped down to the bottom of my bare ass.
"You bitch...fucking slut...cocksucking faggot."
I peed on my fingers and stuck them in my mouth...four fingers...because twerps should be skull fucked.
"Fuck me...fuck my man cunt..."
I pushed my panties down to my ankles before opening the stall door open and shuffled out leaving myself ******* for a few seconds before reluctantly dressing.
I had been gone too long. He asked me if I was alright probably figured I'd been crying not playing with myself.
"Tell him...tell him you fucking pussy...not your wife's fault you're not man enough to take care of her with your little boy's pee-pee. Tell him you know you want to."
I took a long pull on my beer.
"Do you know what a cuckold is ______?"
"A what?"
This was better, more humiliating because I had to explain and I did as I watched his mouth drop and could almost see his respect for me evaporating right in front of me. I told him how many different studs she'd taken because not only wasn't I man enough to step up I enjoyed walking around with horns on my head.
When I told him that I'd lined up my brothers to have sex with my wife he'd had all he could take. Men are from Mars and cuckolds are from Venus as far as he could tell. He got up and said good luck before walking out the door.
"Everybody knows Ronnie...even Louise knows you're a cock sucker...she knew at the party when Bob pulled your swimming suit off. She saw your itty-bitty baby toy. You wanted to suck his cock too didn't you...cunt."
I looked around hoping to see some guy who might drop his pants and force me to my knees in submission.
Oh fuck. I needed relief and I wasn't even considering a woman, any woman. I needed a man, a real man. I entertained for a moment visiting one of the two bars I was aware of that had gay clientele, but couldn't do that what if I got caught or ran into someone I knew.
I ended up calling Melissa and begged her to fuck me when we got home.
She picked up on the mood immediately.
"Only if you look enough like a woman. That includes make-up, and a nightgown. Put on my black wig. I want you clean and hairless you little gay slut."
Good. Good. Not enough. What could I do? I ended up back at the shop. Parked I sat in my truck where I could see Louise behind her desk. I unzipped my slacks. Drunks forget to zip up every once in awhile don't they? Black slacks and pink panties. Don't do it. Why not she already knows your wife is unfaithful. She's seen your equipment or lack of it and knows you're baby bald down there. She saw me and waved.
I got out of my truck and made as if more ***** than I was as I stood by my truck before shutting the door but in full view of Louise. Could she see? Fuck yes she can. Your pretty panties.
I pulled the office door open and her eyes were glued to my crotch. Not just satin panties Louise but pink for pussy panties. Her eyes came up as I walked back towards my office.
"Ron."
I looked at her and she made an up and down motion with her index finger while eyeing my zipper.
"She knows faggot."
"Shit. Sorry Louise."
I didn't turn away but zipped up so she could watch her masculine boss make sure his panties didn't get caught in the zipper knowing I didn't have to worry about my pee-pee because it was so small. I wonder what it would be like to clean her pussy.
I sat behind my desk for about a half hour doing not much of anything. It was just important that both my slacks and panties were around my ankles. Penis locked away.
"Call her in cum licker. Let her see. Loose another employee. Bitch boy."
I didn't and when I knew I needed to get home I walked by telling her I'd see her in the morning.
Different tone when she answered? Or just my imagination?
I was such a slut I thought looking in the mirror. Cross dresser's are the worst.
"Could you please be Bob Mistress?"
So Bob fucked my cunt. Bob fucked me just like a dog. Bob fucked me on the dinning room table. Bob opened the blinds but left the lights on while outside it was pitch dark. Bob placed a bowl underneath my clit and had freed it as well. Bob played with my clit and when I came and I came hard most of it hit the bowl. I saw cars drive by. Bob placed the bowl below my make up covered face and ordered me to lick it clean. Spotless your fucking cunt.
I felt a lot differently in the morning but a bit late for regrets. They know. They know I'm a sweet little cuckold, and that undoubtedly included all the part time help during the summer. Don't know if they knew their co-worker Rusty was fucking my wife on a regular basis, but I'm sure they would all have liked to have helped me out.
I lost my best employee a couple of weeks ago. My man Friday. Fix or build just about anything mechanical. Known he and his wife for better than twenty years. He never expected me to try to match his other offer. Hated to do it but fuck it he'll be getting almost 40% more and a much better benefit package. He made sure he'd taken care of all the repair and maintenance on equipment before leaving.
Then we did what all good bosses do, went and had a liquid lunch. He had a couple of names to call that might be interested in filling his position.
Neither of us feeling any pain he awkwardly brought up the subject of my wife.
"She's cheating on you Ron. Should have told you earlier, but fuck didn't know what to say and you're happy so..."
He and his wife had run into Melissa at a bar when she was on a date, and saw them on the dance floor where the date's hands were full of my wife's ass. They were going to leave before she saw them but his wife does not like Mel and I suspect she wanted to make sure that my wife knew she'd been seen.
When they spotted each other Melissa walked over to say hi and acted like this was just normal behavior for a married woman.
Asked about her dance partner Mel told them he was one of her fuck buddies which left them speechless.
"Ron doesn't mind what with his tiny dick and all of his problems getting a hard on. Only way he gets hard is when I tell him about my dates."
Not much more to say and when Mel got back to her date they engaged in a long French kiss after which Mel looked back at them and winked.
He told his wife to keep her mouth shut about what they'd seen but that didn't last very long.
"Everybody knows she's fucking around on you Ron. Christ the shit she wears walking through the shop...like she's begging for it."
I wasn't sure where to go with this. How to reply? So I excused myself to hit the head. Went into a stall and let my slacks drop to my ankles. I had on a pretty pair of pink satin panties and my CB6000S. I pushed the panties down in the back until they were in danger of sliding over the bubble of my ass but the front stayed in place. I do have a nice rounded ass.
"Pussy...you're a pussy...why didn't you just invite him in so he could see why your wife fucks around...suck his cock...ask him if you could please suck his cock...bitch slap you Ronnie boy...fucking homo...maybe fuck your cunt...."
I wiggled my ass around until I felt that wonderful rush as my panties dropped down to the bottom of my bare ass.
"You bitch...fucking slut...cocksucking faggot."
I peed on my fingers and stuck them in my mouth...four fingers...because twerps should be skull fucked.
"Fuck me...fuck my man cunt..."
I pushed my panties down to my ankles before opening the stall door open and shuffled out leaving myself ******* for a few seconds before reluctantly dressing.
I had been gone too long. He asked me if I was alright probably figured I'd been crying not playing with myself.
"Tell him...tell him you fucking pussy...not your wife's fault you're not man enough to take care of her with your little boy's pee-pee. Tell him you know you want to."
I took a long pull on my beer.
"Do you know what a cuckold is ______?"
"A what?"
This was better, more humiliating because I had to explain and I did as I watched his mouth drop and could almost see his respect for me evaporating right in front of me. I told him how many different studs she'd taken because not only wasn't I man enough to step up I enjoyed walking around with horns on my head.
When I told him that I'd lined up my brothers to have sex with my wife he'd had all he could take. Men are from Mars and cuckolds are from Venus as far as he could tell. He got up and said good luck before walking out the door.
"Everybody knows Ronnie...even Louise knows you're a cock sucker...she knew at the party when Bob pulled your swimming suit off. She saw your itty-bitty baby toy. You wanted to suck his cock too didn't you...cunt."
I looked around hoping to see some guy who might drop his pants and force me to my knees in submission.
Oh fuck. I needed relief and I wasn't even considering a woman, any woman. I needed a man, a real man. I entertained for a moment visiting one of the two bars I was aware of that had gay clientele, but couldn't do that what if I got caught or ran into someone I knew.
I ended up calling Melissa and begged her to fuck me when we got home.
She picked up on the mood immediately.
"Only if you look enough like a woman. That includes make-up, and a nightgown. Put on my black wig. I want you clean and hairless you little gay slut."
Good. Good. Not enough. What could I do? I ended up back at the shop. Parked I sat in my truck where I could see Louise behind her desk. I unzipped my slacks. Drunks forget to zip up every once in awhile don't they? Black slacks and pink panties. Don't do it. Why not she already knows your wife is unfaithful. She's seen your equipment or lack of it and knows you're baby bald down there. She saw me and waved.
I got out of my truck and made as if more ***** than I was as I stood by my truck before shutting the door but in full view of Louise. Could she see? Fuck yes she can. Your pretty panties.
I pulled the office door open and her eyes were glued to my crotch. Not just satin panties Louise but pink for pussy panties. Her eyes came up as I walked back towards my office.
"Ron."
I looked at her and she made an up and down motion with her index finger while eyeing my zipper.
"She knows faggot."
"Shit. Sorry Louise."
I didn't turn away but zipped up so she could watch her masculine boss make sure his panties didn't get caught in the zipper knowing I didn't have to worry about my pee-pee because it was so small. I wonder what it would be like to clean her pussy.
I sat behind my desk for about a half hour doing not much of anything. It was just important that both my slacks and panties were around my ankles. Penis locked away.
"Call her in cum licker. Let her see. Loose another employee. Bitch boy."
I didn't and when I knew I needed to get home I walked by telling her I'd see her in the morning.
Different tone when she answered? Or just my imagination?
I was such a slut I thought looking in the mirror. Cross dresser's are the worst.
"Could you please be Bob Mistress?"
So Bob fucked my cunt. Bob fucked me just like a dog. Bob fucked me on the dinning room table. Bob opened the blinds but left the lights on while outside it was pitch dark. Bob placed a bowl underneath my clit and had freed it as well. Bob played with my clit and when I came and I came hard most of it hit the bowl. I saw cars drive by. Bob placed the bowl below my make up covered face and ordered me to lick it clean. Spotless your fucking cunt.
I felt a lot differently in the morning but a bit late for regrets. They know. They know I'm a sweet little cuckold, and that undoubtedly included all the part time help during the summer. Don't know if they knew their co-worker Rusty was fucking my wife on a regular basis, but I'm sure they would all have liked to have helped me out.
No Permission
My Mistress held her wrath for a day before unloading on me about my humiliation adventure.
"No one ordered you to do what you did, I didn't give you permission, he wasn't some bull who commanded you to tell him about our life...you just decided it was okay to spill your guts because you needed the fucking thrill have I got that right?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Shut the fuck up. Then you let that judgmental old bitch Louise see your panties. Christ this is what happens when I try to treat you like a man. Thank God I made put your dicklet in it's cage or you'd have jacked off in front of someone.
You'd have loved cuming at your desk with her sitting so close wouldn't you? I asked you a fucking question."
"Yes...yes...I would have..."
"You know what this means don't you? I haven't been giving you a large enough dose of degrading bullshit to keep you satisfied. That is all going change shortly, and don't forget that you asked for it cuckold."
She was pissed.
"Strip and go get the paddle and ball gag...move."
It was not too cold outside. Mistress dropped the blinds that surround the deck so no one could see us, but sound would be another thing.
Mistress sat in a chair while I stood naked in front of her while she watched my balls and penis all but disappear.
"Bend over and grab your ankles bitch."
SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK....
I don't know how many times I was paddled my without the ball gag everyone would have heard me crying and begging. I fell down twice before she quit. She had me stand up before facing me, and took me completely by surprise when she used the paddle to strike my penis and balls. I collapsed onto the deck where Mistress removed the ball gag so she could listen to me moan in pain.
"Get inside and take a shower."
I crawled until I was inside still hurting badly but got to the shower where Mistress turned on just the cold water and left.
When the shower was over she applied lube to my ass and the largest butt plug we own before sliding it roughly up my ass followed by a tight pair of panties. More moaning. Tie straps to my ankles, but left my arms free and left me on the floor. Mistress showered, applied make up before slipping into her three button long denim dress. Nothing else, her creamy breasts partially displayed and open to just below her pussy. Knee high boots.
"I'm going to go fuck someone you know. If you have to call for some reason you can move otherwise this is where I expect to find you when I get back. He hates you, and he wants to fuck your wife so bad he'll probably rip my dress off.
I've never let him because I didn't think you could handle the humiliation, but quite obviously I was mistaken. People will know...he'll be touching me all over in front of them before he fucks me...people you know. People who know that taking your wife would just kill you. Should I tell them your brother's fucked me? That you sucked Mike's cock? You sucked your brother's cock...you sucked a nigger's cock after he came in my pussy. They're all a bunch of fucking bigots so that one should really bury you.
You'll have a belly full of his cum for dinner. I haven't decided if I'm going to tell you who or not. Might be tougher to deal with if they all know and you don't. You like humiliation...you'll love this either way. Don't wait up...oh what I am saying you can't get it up unless it's time to suck cock."
Mistress was gone for three hours and returned home with a pussy full of thick, creamy, sperm. I took it all and she came while telling me that she'd told them everything. She has decided that at least for the moment I don't need to know. I like to think I don't have many people who really hate me, and trying to pin point who cuckold me. Three possible that I came up with that Mistress would know about.
My Mistress held her wrath for a day before unloading on me about my humiliation adventure.
"No one ordered you to do what you did, I didn't give you permission, he wasn't some bull who commanded you to tell him about our life...you just decided it was okay to spill your guts because you needed the fucking thrill have I got that right?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Shut the fuck up. Then you let that judgmental old bitch Louise see your panties. Christ this is what happens when I try to treat you like a man. Thank God I made put your dicklet in it's cage or you'd have jacked off in front of someone.
You'd have loved cuming at your desk with her sitting so close wouldn't you? I asked you a fucking question."
"Yes...yes...I would have..."
"You know what this means don't you? I haven't been giving you a large enough dose of degrading bullshit to keep you satisfied. That is all going change shortly, and don't forget that you asked for it cuckold."
She was pissed.
"Strip and go get the paddle and ball gag...move."
It was not too cold outside. Mistress dropped the blinds that surround the deck so no one could see us, but sound would be another thing.
Mistress sat in a chair while I stood naked in front of her while she watched my balls and penis all but disappear.
"Bend over and grab your ankles bitch."
SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK....
I don't know how many times I was paddled my without the ball gag everyone would have heard me crying and begging. I fell down twice before she quit. She had me stand up before facing me, and took me completely by surprise when she used the paddle to strike my penis and balls. I collapsed onto the deck where Mistress removed the ball gag so she could listen to me moan in pain.
"Get inside and take a shower."
I crawled until I was inside still hurting badly but got to the shower where Mistress turned on just the cold water and left.
When the shower was over she applied lube to my ass and the largest butt plug we own before sliding it roughly up my ass followed by a tight pair of panties. More moaning. Tie straps to my ankles, but left my arms free and left me on the floor. Mistress showered, applied make up before slipping into her three button long denim dress. Nothing else, her creamy breasts partially displayed and open to just below her pussy. Knee high boots.
"I'm going to go fuck someone you know. If you have to call for some reason you can move otherwise this is where I expect to find you when I get back. He hates you, and he wants to fuck your wife so bad he'll probably rip my dress off.
I've never let him because I didn't think you could handle the humiliation, but quite obviously I was mistaken. People will know...he'll be touching me all over in front of them before he fucks me...people you know. People who know that taking your wife would just kill you. Should I tell them your brother's fucked me? That you sucked Mike's cock? You sucked your brother's cock...you sucked a nigger's cock after he came in my pussy. They're all a bunch of fucking bigots so that one should really bury you.
You'll have a belly full of his cum for dinner. I haven't decided if I'm going to tell you who or not. Might be tougher to deal with if they all know and you don't. You like humiliation...you'll love this either way. Don't wait up...oh what I am saying you can't get it up unless it's time to suck cock."
Mistress was gone for three hours and returned home with a pussy full of thick, creamy, sperm. I took it all and she came while telling me that she'd told them everything. She has decided that at least for the moment I don't need to know. I like to think I don't have many people who really hate me, and trying to pin point who cuckold me. Three possible that I came up with that Mistress would know about.
Cum On Our Wedding Picture
I have not yet been told who the "enemy" was that left his seed in my Mistress's pussy. I don't know if it was a one time thing or she's still putting out. I find myself looking for hints in the faces of any possible suitors but just come up empty.
The current "norm" has Mistress out on Wednesday night. Ladies night as she calls it but I've yet to hear her recount any events that may have taken place on these outings. Leaving me to believe that quite possibly there are no ladies outside of Mistress involved.
Friday night is "Date Night." That would be date night for Mistress. No one picks her up she just leaves the house either returning after midnight or calling to tell me she won't be home until the next day. I haven't any real clue as who or how many different men she may be "dating." She is however always in a good mood.
We have sex on Saturday night usually after going out for dinner and hitting a lounge or two. She does one of two numbers during sex. Number one finds her totally disinterested in what's taking place between her legs. She has even yawned during sex. Number two (which I much prefer) has her urging a lover, other than myself, to fuck her harder, deeper, etc.
Hey I'm not bitching. Beats the hell out of going more than a month without pussy.
A friend of Mistress was turning forty, and her husband wanted to have a surprise birthday party for her, and asked for Mistress's help. The plan was fairly ordinary. She would think that along with us and another couple we'd do the dinner dance number. They'd meet at our house for cocktails and a French word I can't spell. Let's say finger food.
Instead of finding just us when they walked in she'd find a house full of well wishers. "Surprise!"
That part of it all went smoothly and she was truly surprised. Got a fairly pricey looking necklace from her hubby to boot.
As is normal people broke up into smaller groups and circulated between several different rooms in the house. Maybe two or so hours into the event I had the feeling that everyone but me was in on a some kind of joke. But I'd also killed off the better part of two bottles of wine so my sense of perception wasn't all the keen either.
There were a nice number of attractive women dressed in dandy outfits so I was also preoccupied with generous amounts of ******* flesh. One young lady in particular seemed to find nearly everything I said to be amusing. I knew of course that nothing was going to happen but just the thought that it might if the circumstance were different kept me spewing glib comments.
At some point she said to me. "I love your wedding picture."
"Really? Well thank you I'm a lucky guy."
I honestly couldn't think of where she'd seen our wedding picture because we only display one and that's in our bedroom. Or rather Mistress's bedroom.
She giggled some more. "It's so unusual."
Now I'm totally freaking confused, and it couldn't just be the booze.
"Ah, yeah...what part are you talking about?"
"Oh God. You don't know what I'm talking about do you?"
"I guess I don't...which wedding picture?"
"Oh God. The one in the living room."
"We don't have one in the living room."
"Well there's one in there now. You should just go look." She was blushing.
I threaded my way into the living room looking at the walls and saw nothing other than people looking back at me.
Two women sitting next to an end table saw me and quickly got up and moved away. My eyes registered a picture on the end table. A wedding picture. Our wedding picture. As I got closer it dawned on me that the picture wasn't clear.
As a matter of fact it was almost totally obscured by some sort of white substance.
I stared. I heard laughter mixed with smirking noises. People had moved away from me.
Gut punched. Cum. Someone had coated the picture with what must have been a huge load of semen. It was not recent as it was definitely dried. I was rooted. Just trying to comprehend WTF was going on. Then Mistress was by my side.
"When you fucked Julie (my ex) she took pictures...when _______ (her ex) fucked me he came on one instead. I'd almost forgotten why I married him in the first place. I really should thank you for making it all possible. If you hadn't cheated on me with that cunt Julie I'd have never let him between my legs again. We didn't rent a room honey...he fucked your wife in my bedroom. He took me three times and treated me like a dog. I fucking loved every minute of it."
"Does...do they...all..."
"Do they all know? I should think so by now. I just told a couple of the girls but you know how they love to gossip."
"Why did you have to..."
"Not another word. You're a cuckold, my cuckold. DO NOT question my decisions. This is humiliating for you I would think you'd be thanking me. Maybe it's not enough for you anymore. Maybe I should order you to get on your knees and clean it off with your tongue."
"Nooo....noooo....please no."
"Not enough? Then I'll have you take your pants off first so they can all see your pretty panties and let you explain that little cage you're wearing. Would that make you happy?"
"No, no, no, please...no...no...please Mistress...please."
"Go take a pill and come back to the party until your face turns red. Then tell everyone you're old and tired so it's your beddy-bed time. I'll give you the key and I want you to masturbate in my bedroom. Don't clean anything up when you finish just lie there naked until I come to bed. Do you understand?"
"Yes..yes..thank you Mistress."
I tried to find a corner to hide in after I came back to the party but Mistress wouldn't let me. When my face flushed she pointed out to the people she was talking to that I looked like I had a "little" problem and should probably go to bed, but not before saying good night. I made my way around thanking everyone and hoped they had a good time but I was too old and tired to stay up late. It was awful.
I fled for the safety of the bedroom where I stripped and played with my clit but I'd had too much booze and never did get off which earned me a spanking when Mistress came to bed. She explained to me while I was being spanked that most of the partiers had been told that I'd gotten so turned on discovering the cum covered picture that I'd had to go play with my little pecker.
I thanked her the next morning for seeing to it that I never needed to seek out humiliating situations on my own.
Mistress petted my head like one would with a good dog.
I have not yet been told who the "enemy" was that left his seed in my Mistress's pussy. I don't know if it was a one time thing or she's still putting out. I find myself looking for hints in the faces of any possible suitors but just come up empty.
The current "norm" has Mistress out on Wednesday night. Ladies night as she calls it but I've yet to hear her recount any events that may have taken place on these outings. Leaving me to believe that quite possibly there are no ladies outside of Mistress involved.
Friday night is "Date Night." That would be date night for Mistress. No one picks her up she just leaves the house either returning after midnight or calling to tell me she won't be home until the next day. I haven't any real clue as who or how many different men she may be "dating." She is however always in a good mood.
We have sex on Saturday night usually after going out for dinner and hitting a lounge or two. She does one of two numbers during sex. Number one finds her totally disinterested in what's taking place between her legs. She has even yawned during sex. Number two (which I much prefer) has her urging a lover, other than myself, to fuck her harder, deeper, etc.
Hey I'm not bitching. Beats the hell out of going more than a month without pussy.
A friend of Mistress was turning forty, and her husband wanted to have a surprise birthday party for her, and asked for Mistress's help. The plan was fairly ordinary. She would think that along with us and another couple we'd do the dinner dance number. They'd meet at our house for cocktails and a French word I can't spell. Let's say finger food.
Instead of finding just us when they walked in she'd find a house full of well wishers. "Surprise!"
That part of it all went smoothly and she was truly surprised. Got a fairly pricey looking necklace from her hubby to boot.
As is normal people broke up into smaller groups and circulated between several different rooms in the house. Maybe two or so hours into the event I had the feeling that everyone but me was in on a some kind of joke. But I'd also killed off the better part of two bottles of wine so my sense of perception wasn't all the keen either.
There were a nice number of attractive women dressed in dandy outfits so I was also preoccupied with generous amounts of ******* flesh. One young lady in particular seemed to find nearly everything I said to be amusing. I knew of course that nothing was going to happen but just the thought that it might if the circumstance were different kept me spewing glib comments.
At some point she said to me. "I love your wedding picture."
"Really? Well thank you I'm a lucky guy."
I honestly couldn't think of where she'd seen our wedding picture because we only display one and that's in our bedroom. Or rather Mistress's bedroom.
She giggled some more. "It's so unusual."
Now I'm totally freaking confused, and it couldn't just be the booze.
"Ah, yeah...what part are you talking about?"
"Oh God. You don't know what I'm talking about do you?"
"I guess I don't...which wedding picture?"
"Oh God. The one in the living room."
"We don't have one in the living room."
"Well there's one in there now. You should just go look." She was blushing.
I threaded my way into the living room looking at the walls and saw nothing other than people looking back at me.
Two women sitting next to an end table saw me and quickly got up and moved away. My eyes registered a picture on the end table. A wedding picture. Our wedding picture. As I got closer it dawned on me that the picture wasn't clear.
As a matter of fact it was almost totally obscured by some sort of white substance.
I stared. I heard laughter mixed with smirking noises. People had moved away from me.
Gut punched. Cum. Someone had coated the picture with what must have been a huge load of semen. It was not recent as it was definitely dried. I was rooted. Just trying to comprehend WTF was going on. Then Mistress was by my side.
"When you fucked Julie (my ex) she took pictures...when _______ (her ex) fucked me he came on one instead. I'd almost forgotten why I married him in the first place. I really should thank you for making it all possible. If you hadn't cheated on me with that cunt Julie I'd have never let him between my legs again. We didn't rent a room honey...he fucked your wife in my bedroom. He took me three times and treated me like a dog. I fucking loved every minute of it."
"Does...do they...all..."
"Do they all know? I should think so by now. I just told a couple of the girls but you know how they love to gossip."
"Why did you have to..."
"Not another word. You're a cuckold, my cuckold. DO NOT question my decisions. This is humiliating for you I would think you'd be thanking me. Maybe it's not enough for you anymore. Maybe I should order you to get on your knees and clean it off with your tongue."
"Nooo....noooo....please no."
"Not enough? Then I'll have you take your pants off first so they can all see your pretty panties and let you explain that little cage you're wearing. Would that make you happy?"
"No, no, no, please...no...no...please Mistress...please."
"Go take a pill and come back to the party until your face turns red. Then tell everyone you're old and tired so it's your beddy-bed time. I'll give you the key and I want you to masturbate in my bedroom. Don't clean anything up when you finish just lie there naked until I come to bed. Do you understand?"
"Yes..yes..thank you Mistress."
I tried to find a corner to hide in after I came back to the party but Mistress wouldn't let me. When my face flushed she pointed out to the people she was talking to that I looked like I had a "little" problem and should probably go to bed, but not before saying good night. I made my way around thanking everyone and hoped they had a good time but I was too old and tired to stay up late. It was awful.
I fled for the safety of the bedroom where I stripped and played with my clit but I'd had too much booze and never did get off which earned me a spanking when Mistress came to bed. She explained to me while I was being spanked that most of the partiers had been told that I'd gotten so turned on discovering the cum covered picture that I'd had to go play with my little pecker.
I thanked her the next morning for seeing to it that I never needed to seek out humiliating situations on my own.
Mistress petted my head like one would with a good dog.
imported_jag said:
Almost fifty-fifty. Married couples with just a few singles in the mix. I am probably ten years older than anyone else who attended. Two of the women in attendance had been out with us when Mistress cuckolded me in front of them. Safe bet that some other people who were there already knew about our life style.
Mistress let me beat off the next day while she called a few of the women and talked on the phone about the party. She told them I enjoyed it so much that I was on the floor at that very moment jacking off like some monkey in the zoo.
"Say hi to Mary." Then she'd put her phone next to my clit so they could hear what I was doing.
"He was disappointed that he didn't get to suck anyone's cock last night."
"No I'm serious he couldn't get it up afterwards until I started talking about cock. Here I'll let him tell you."
"I wanted to suck cock."
"See I told you. What?"
"Mary wants to know if you wanted to suck her husband's cock?"
"Yeah...yeah...ah...ah..."
"That's because you're a what?"
"Cocksucker...I'm a cocksucker....shit."
I came shortly after. I'm sure Mary shared it with her husband, but I told the truth for Mistress.
Principal is gone all week so Mistress is in charge. She left in the shortest skirt I've ever seen her wear to school this morning. Half way between her pussy and knees. Looked just incredibly sexy.
Can't get over how lucky I am.
Incident
Didn't mean to imply a sex party of any sort. Incident was back in October.
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When we have gone to public places together I wear no panties, and I am required to stand up and use a urinal like a man should. I unzip my pants, and use both hands to pee so often as not my slacks drop to my ankles if I'm not careful. I have not had the pleasure of being humiliated yet as no one has walked in while I'm in this position. Mistress has told me not to worry it will happen.
The high point however was undoubtedly a trip to a lounge Mistress selected. Two of her lady friends were there although I'd never met them before. When she introduced I didn't say anything because Mistress had told me I was not allowed to speak without her permission.
"You may speak."
The women were to one extent or another aware of our relationship status. "I didn't really believe you Mel. OMG."
They talked as if I wasn't there with the exception of answering a few questions directed at me.
"The girls would like to know if you'd rather have your tiny penis sucked or if you prefer sucking large cocks? You'd better tell the truth to or I'll punish you right here."
"I'd rather suck a real man's cock."
Laughter mixed with disbelief.
The best part was when Mistress ordered me to unzip my slacks, and open them up so the ladies could see that I wore no panties, and that my little boy penis was caged. It was just so great to show them how powerful Mistress is with her cuckold/slave boy, and only made better when she displayed that the key.
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imported_jag said:
Didn't mean to imply a sex party of any sort. Incident was back in October.
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When we have gone to public places together I wear no panties, and I am required to stand up and use a urinal like a man should. I unzip my pants, and use both hands to pee so often as not my slacks drop to my ankles if I'm not careful. I have not had the pleasure of being humiliated yet as no one has walked in while I'm in this position. Mistress has told me not to worry it will happen.
The high point however was undoubtedly a trip to a lounge Mistress selected. Two of her lady friends were there although I'd never met them before. When she introduced I didn't say anything because Mistress had told me I was not allowed to speak without her permission.
"You may speak."
The women were to one extent or another aware of our relationship status. "I didn't really believe you Mel. OMG."
They talked as if I wasn't there with the exception of answering a few questions directed at me.
"The girls would like to know if you'd rather have your tiny penis sucked or if you prefer sucking large cocks? You'd better tell the truth to or I'll punish you right here."
"I'd rather suck a real man's cock."
Laughter mixed with disbelief.
The best part was when Mistress ordered me to unzip my slacks, and open them up so the ladies could see that I wore no panties, and that my little boy penis was caged. It was just so great to show them how powerful Mistress is with her cuckold/slave boy, and only made better when she displayed that the key.
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Mark and Mary
Not their real names but yes same Mary, and I did all I could to keep my distance from him at the party. Guys being guys I have little doubt that if he hadn't already bragged about bagging my wife he surely did after the picture incident.
He had of course reminded me that Mistress said I was a good cocksucker. Pisses me off a little bit. So what? I probably am better at it than most of the wives that were at the party. If these "normal" guys were blindfolded and rated me compared to their wives I'd beat most of them. Just because I like to suck cock doesn't mean I'm gay. I'm not gay. I guarantee you that if I ever sucked Mark's cock (which won't happen because he's too insecure about his manhood) he'd find out I was a ton better than Mary. I'd love to see the fucker's knees give out on him while I was sucking him off and then tell him he must be gay because he loved it.
Mary is the reason he probably didn't flip me any shit at the party because I seriously doubt that she knows her real man husband is screwing my wife. Plus I don't think he's had any from Mistress in awhile so probably in pout mode.
imported_jag said:
Not their real names but yes same Mary, and I did all I could to keep my distance from him at the party. Guys being guys I have little doubt that if he hadn't already bragged about bagging my wife he surely did after the picture incident.
He had of course reminded me that Mistress said I was a good cocksucker. Pisses me off a little bit. So what? I probably am better at it than most of the wives that were at the party. If these "normal" guys were blindfolded and rated me compared to their wives I'd beat most of them. Just because I like to suck cock doesn't mean I'm gay. I'm not gay. I guarantee you that if I ever sucked Mark's cock (which won't happen because he's too insecure about his manhood) he'd find out I was a ton better than Mary. I'd love to see the fucker's knees give out on him while I was sucking him off and then tell him he must be gay because he loved it.
Mary is the reason he probably didn't flip me any shit at the party because I seriously doubt that she knows her real man husband is screwing my wife. Plus I don't think he's had any from Mistress in awhile so probably in pout mode.
Cocksucker
I'm no shrink and I don't believe being gay is a life style choice so no you're not gay twerp
You're a twerp. You're a little boy trying to please his mom. Sucking cock and taking it up the ass once in awhile keeps mom happy.
I'm curious if your wife had ordered you to strip during that party would you have actually done that?
When you and your sister in law fucked she came right? Had a good time together. It's not all about size.
Seems to me that your mistress has taken away your confidence in the bedroom and at some point you started taking pride in doing what made you a good little boy. Sucking cock. You feel power in bringing another dude to his knees by sucking his cock. Whats the word I'm looking for here counter-intuitive? You're on your knees to begin with to suck cock he's always going to be above you unless it's some strange ass position. I showed him I sucked his cock. Is that a tale you tell somebody because you're proud of being a good little cocksucker
If this Mark guy had told you to get your ass into a bedroom and suck cock during that party what would you have done?
He had called you a cocksucker and he fucks your wife tells his buds but that turns you on so much you'd suck his cock?
It would have been a great chance to show him who was the real man?
Aside from the panties she's had you crossdressing too right? You ever wanted to have breasts?
I'm not throwing stones really I'm not just trying to figure out what goes through your mind I guess. I'm probably just confused because if my wife had a body like yours. Answer what you want.
I'm no shrink and I don't believe being gay is a life style choice so no you're not gay twerp
You're a twerp. You're a little boy trying to please his mom. Sucking cock and taking it up the ass once in awhile keeps mom happy.
I'm curious if your wife had ordered you to strip during that party would you have actually done that?
When you and your sister in law fucked she came right? Had a good time together. It's not all about size.
Seems to me that your mistress has taken away your confidence in the bedroom and at some point you started taking pride in doing what made you a good little boy. Sucking cock. You feel power in bringing another dude to his knees by sucking his cock. Whats the word I'm looking for here counter-intuitive? You're on your knees to begin with to suck cock he's always going to be above you unless it's some strange ass position. I showed him I sucked his cock. Is that a tale you tell somebody because you're proud of being a good little cocksucker
If this Mark guy had told you to get your ass into a bedroom and suck cock during that party what would you have done?
He had called you a cocksucker and he fucks your wife tells his buds but that turns you on so much you'd suck his cock?
It would have been a great chance to show him who was the real man?
Aside from the panties she's had you crossdressing too right? You ever wanted to have breasts?
I'm not throwing stones really I'm not just trying to figure out what goes through your mind I guess. I'm probably just confused because if my wife had a body like yours. Answer what you want.
