Trophy Wife Mounted and Stuffed

[twerpedbyjulie]

Status

All healed up physically. I'll update as time allows. My wife? is in Mexico again. Gets back Sunday. Two weeks this time. Not at an adult resort because she doesn't want to share and he's only eighteen. A graduate from the same high school that my wife is at, and I wouldn't be a bit surprised if while not fucking there was some heavy petting and shit before he graduated.

I've been moved to the basement bedroom along with all my clothes so I'm never in the way.

The last time I got off was when "Dick" sucked my cock. I've been in my cage ever since.

This kid has it all according to my Mistress. Movie star looks with a porn star's cock. They are exclusive at this point. Is that the right word? They aren't fucking anyone but each other.

I've heard them both say, "I love you," to each other.

When my secretary was on vacation my wife said she'd answer the phone in the afternoons. I was surprised for a number of reasons not the least of which was her job. I was told not to worry about it. So for five days she showed up in business slut clothing. I had to kick guys out of the office area more than once.

She came into my office one afternoon when no one else was around and got on my desk spread her legs and started to masturbate. Told me that everyone of my employees wanted to fuck her. Wouldn't that be great? Right here on your desk while you watch like the helpless little cuckold that you are isn't that right?

Far as I know she didn't actually do anything but then I wasn't always in the office.

She called me once when they got to the resort, and a couple of times while she either getting fucked or sucking his cock. I wanted to jack off so bad, but of course I couldn't. I've gotten close to getting some relief by playing with my the hot spot in my ass but can't quite get it done.

When my kids were here in June she really pissed me off because she was flashing my son whenever my daughter wasn't looking, and even changed clothing one day when my daughter was shopping.

Nothing happened. I know nothing happened. No opportunity but now I'm also sure that she would.

"He's bigger than you...but then who isn't?"

I couldn't get to sleep that night even though I knew she was just taunting me.

Also think my daughter was less than impressed by my wife's behavior.

I just want to get off.

 

[jag]

Nice to see you have healed better.

Hope to see you post often.

 

[Custer Laststand]

All healed up physically.

Your broken fingers, I gather...? Anyway, good...

I'll update as time allows. My wife? is in Mexico again. Gets back Sunday. Two weeks this time. Not at an adult resort because she doesn't want to share and he's only eighteen. ....

Good to hear your Mistress is successfully pursuing much younger men...

I've been moved to the basement bedroom along with all my clothes, so I'm never in the way. The last time I got off was when "Dick" sucked my cock. I've been in my cage ever since.

That's not very nice of your Mistress...

I've heard them both [my Mistress and her young lover] say, "I love you," to each other.

Aww... that's very sweet...

.... When my kids were here in June [my Mistress] really pissed me off, because she was flashing my son whenever my daughter wasn't looking .... Nothing happened. No opportunity. But, now I'm sure she would [fuck my son if an opportunity arose]. "He's bigger than you... but then, who isn't?"

Ouch... that wasn't a very nice thing to say...

I think my daughter was less than impressed by my wife's behavior.

But, is it possible she's secretly inspired...?

I just want to get off.

Really...

 

[Custer Laststand]

All healed up physically.

Your broken fingers, I gather...? Anyway, good...

I'll update as time allows. My wife? is in Mexico again. Gets back Sunday. Two weeks this time. Not at an adult resort because she doesn't want to share and he's only eighteen. ....

Good to hear your Mistress is successfully pursuing much younger men...

I've been moved to the basement bedroom along with all my clothes, so I'm never in the way. The last time I got off was when "Dick" sucked my cock. I've been in my cage ever since.

That's not very nice of your Mistress...

I've heard them both [my Mistress and her young lover] say, "I love you," to each other.

Aww... that's very sweet...

.... When my kids were here in June [my Mistress] really pissed me off, because she was flashing my son whenever my daughter wasn't looking .... Nothing happened. No opportunity. But, now I'm sure she would [fuck my son if an opportunity arose]. "He's bigger than you... but then, who isn't?"

Ouch...

I think my daughter was less than impressed by my wife's behavior.

But, is it possible she's secretly inspired...?

I just want to get off.

Really...

 

[jag]

Twerp, All okay ?

I thought your finger is fixed. I hope you didnt hurt it again !

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Jack and Jill

This isn't sexual really. Just one woman teaching another a lesson. I like watching catfight videos, and even saw one but this wasn't a catfight. Melissa just got her ass handed to her by a woman who was justified in being totally pissed off.

Not going into a ton of detail. After Melissa had been stripped naked Jill sat on her tummy and slapped her face asking her if she was going to quit fucking other wives husbands. Melissa was weeping and said she'd behave but Jill told her she still had to be punished for her previous transgressions.

It started with Jill telling me that if I interfered in anyway she'd kick my ass as well. I was partially to blame because I couldn't control the little slut. She ordered Melissa to do exercises. Included push-ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks, and running in place all performed in the nude so you can imagine what a sight Jack and I were treated to, and I was getting turned on even though that seemed to be a betrayal.

Jill was wearing black leather gloves, and had a leather covered thin paddle. When Melissa said she couldn't do any more she took a shot to her ass until she tried doing more. This went over for over an hour. Melissa was a sweaty mess with a red ass.

Jill told her she'd failed miserably. Melissa was pulled over her lap and the spanking started in earnest. Jill didn't use the paddle just her gloved hand, but it obviously hurt. Melissa cried, begged, pleaded to no avail. At one point she couldn't seem to catch her breath. Her nose was running, tears flowing not able to talk. Probably ten to fifteen minutes.

"Do you want me to quit spanking your ass?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please...please." Between sobs and catching her breath.

Jill pushed Melissa off her lap and onto the floor then she stood up towering over her victim. I figured we were done because my wife had surely learned her lesson. Jill didn't share my opinion.

She ordered to Melissa to stand up and put her hands behind her hand.

"You move those hands and I'll lay waste to your ass again."

Melissa was sniffling and visibly shaking. Jill started in on her breasts. Slapping her with her gloves and no love taps she hit her tits hard. Melissa started crying again, and her feet moving up and down as she tried to twist to avoid the full force of the blows. She fell to her knees begging again. Jill grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her over to the couch before letting go and leaving Melissa on her tummy.

"Ron go get the ice cube holder in your refrigerator."

I did it without question and handed it to Jill before going back to my place.

How many ice cubes to you suppose it takes to fill a woman's pussy and ass? I don't know either but half of what was in that holder ended up in my wife's pussy and ass. It appeared as if Melissa got some small relief from the ice cubes touching her blistered as but the humiliation far exceeded any pleasure.

Jill handed me what was left and then ordered me to run a bath for my wife.

"Cold water only and put those ice cubes in and Jack you go down to the rec-room and get the ice out of that one and put it in the tub too."

I did, and while the tub was still filling Jack showed up with not just what he'd been ordered to but he had found a ten pound bad of ice cubes stored in the freezer. It all went into the tub. When the tub was full we both headed back neither of us had exchanged a word.

I assumed that this was supposed to be a sort of punishment for Melissa mixed with a bit of relief from the pain. Once again I was wrong. Jill was holding a jar of ointment in her hand when we got back and had Melissa standing at attention.

"This will make you feel better. Do you want Jill to put some cream on your ass and breasts?"

Melissa begged for relief.

As soon as I saw a gob of the ointment I knew it wasn't going to make her feel better. Don't know what this brand was named but back in the day it was called, "Atomic Balm." Melissa was clueless. Jill quickly applied it to both Melissa's ass and breasts before telling my wife to spread her legs. She put some more of it on the inside of Melissa's thighs near her pussy.

This stuff is like ten times hotter than Ben-Gay and the only thing that would have made it worse would have bee to wrap those areas. On red skin it must have been awful. Water was dripping out of her ass and pussy while the rest of her was burning up. She was going nuts.

"Well you stupid cow go take a bath."

Melissa ran to the tub crying. "It hurts, it's hurts so bad."

"Not as bad as it hurts when you find out your husband has fucked the neighborhood *****."

Jill got right in my face. "Half the women at your party wanted to kick your wife's ass for her little performance and the other half wanted to kick yours for letting it happen. I don't know how many of those husbands have fucked that slut and I don't want to but if I hear even a rumor that she hasn't learned her lesson...get it?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm really sorry Jill."

"Fuck sorry. Nut up and be a man."

"I'm not going to hold my breath. She's got several other women who suspect she's whored herself out to their husbands or at least tried. They'll be at the little party we're planning. Just women. Your job is to make sure she's ready when I come to pick her up."

"You're not going to hurt her are you?"

"Nothing permanent. Unless she doesn't learn her lesson and if she doesn't there will be men at the next party. Get the drift?"

"Yes. I'm sure she'll never do anything like this again."

"You're wrong about that I just want her to keep her cunt out of the neighborhood. She's going to suffer for a couple of days. Milk mixed with a mild soap with help a bit."

After stopping in to have a last word with my wife Jack and Jill took off. Melissa had to sleep on her side for two days, but by day three the redness was all gone and so was the pain. She was pretty quiet for that same amount of time and then the dread of another meeting kicked in and she started weeping again.

That is also over now, and it was a different kind of humiliation.

I'll touch on that but there other more important items that have taken place to remind me of my place, and why I should remain there. Most importantly I guess was a visit from my mother in law while Melissa was in Mexico with her boy toy.

 

[Custer Laststand]

Twerpedbyjulie,

Thanks for the interesting update.

This isn't sexual really. Just one woman teaching another a lesson. I like watching catfight videos, and even saw one but this wasn't a catfight. Melissa just got her ass handed to her [on a platter, evidently] by a woman who was justified in being totally pissed off. Not going into a ton of detail.

Actually, you went into a lot of detail. Prissy folks might say: "Oh my oh my, please please please (holding up their hands)... that's way too much detail! But, this is not a forum for prissy folks...

After Melissa had been stripped naked, Jill sat on her tummy and slapped her face asking her if she was going to quit fucking other wives husbands. Melissa was weeping and said she'd behave, but Jill told her she still had to be punished for her previous transgressions.

Oh oh...

It started with Jill telling me that if I interfered in any way, she'd kick my ass as well. I was partially to blame because I couldn't control the little slut.

That must have set you to trembling in your shoes. But, it seems slightly hypocritical, since it was Jill's husband Jack, after all, whom Jill caught fucking your wife in the closet. And, one doesn't have the impression Jill is "controlled" by Jack, exactly...

Jill ordered Melissa to do exercises —including push-ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks, and running in place, all performed in the nude...

Sounds like Jill has always wanted to be a boot camp drill sergeant, and has studies their professional methods...

...so, you can imagine what a sight Jack and I were treated to. I was getting turned on, even though that seemed like a betrayal.

No, no... as boys, you're supposed to get erect when that sort of thing happens in front of you. Anyway, why feel that "erecting means betrayal" after all the humiliation your wife has subjected you to...?

Jill was wearing black leather gloves, and had a leather covered thin paddle. When Melissa said she couldn't do any more, Jill took shots to her ass until she tried doing more. This went over for over an hour. Melissa was a sweaty mess with a red ass.

Oh my...

Jill told her she'd failed miserably. Melissa was pulled over her lap and the spanking started in earnest. Jill didn't use the paddle, just her gloved hand, but it obviously hurt. Melissa cried, begged, and pleaded to no avail. At one point she couldn't seem to catch her breath. Her nose was running, tears were flowing and she wasn't able to talk. Probably ten to fifteen minutes.

Brutal. This sounds like the sort or punishment cuckolds (you, for instance) are subjected to when they displease their mistresses...

"Do you want me to quit spanking your ass?" "Yes, yes, yes, please...please..." between sobs and catching her breath. Jill pushed Melissa off her lap and onto the floor then she stood up, towering over her victim. I figured we were done, since my wife had surely learned her lesson. Jill didn't share my opinion.

Oh oh...

She ordered to Melissa to stand up and put her hands behind her hand. "You move those hands and I'll lay waste to your ass again." Melissa was sniffling and visibly shaking. Jill started in on her breasts. Slapping her with her gloves and no love taps she hit her tits hard. Melissa started crying again, and her feet moving up and down as she tried to twist to avoid the full force of the blows. She fell to her knees begging again. Jill grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her over to the couch before letting go and leaving Melissa on her tummy.

Oh my, oh my...

"Ron go get the ice cube holder in your refrigerator." I did it without question, and handed it to Jill before going back to my place. How many ice cubes to you suppose it takes to fill a woman's pussy and ass? I don't know either but half of what was in that holder ended up in my wife's pussy and ass. It appeared as if Melissa got some small relief from the ice cubes touching her blistered ass, but the humiliation far exceeded any pleasure. Jill handed me what was left and then ordered me to run a bath for my wife. "Cold water only, and put those ice cubes in — and Jack, you go down to the rec-room and get the ice out of that [freezer] and put it in the tub too." I did, and while the tub was still filling Jack showed up with not just what he'd been ordered to bring, but also he had found a ten pound bag of ice cubes stored in the freezer. It all went into the tub. When the tub was full we both headed back.

Sounds like Jack was a little too cooperative and enthusiastic. You don't suppose he played a pre-arranged role in setting your wife up for all this, do you...?

...neither of us had exchanged a word.

Very good. Your job was to do what you were told, not engage in idle chit-chat...

I assumed that this was supposed to be a sort of punishment for Melissa, mixed with a bit of relief from the pain. Once again I was wrong. Jill was holding a jar of ointment in her hand when we got back and had Melissa standing at attention. "This will make you feel better. Do you want Jill to put some cream on your ass and breasts?" Melissa begged for relief. As soon as I saw a gob of the ointment I knew it wasn't going to make her feel better. Don't know what this brand was, but back in the day it was called "Atomic Balm." Melissa was clueless. Jill quickly applied it to both Melissa's ass and breasts before telling my wife to spread her legs. She put some more of it on the inside of Melissa's thighs near her pussy. This stuff is like ten times hotter than Ben-Gay and the only thing that would have made it worse would have been to wrap those areas. On red skin it must have been awful. Water was dripping out of [my wife's] ass and pussy while the rest of her was burning up. She was going nuts.

I hafta' say, this sounds worse and worse...

"Well you stupid cow, go take a bath." Melissa ran to the tub, crying. "It hurts, it's hurts so bad." "Not as bad as it hurts when you find out your husband has fucked the neighborhood *****." Jill got right in my face. "Half the women at your party wanted to kick your wife's ass for her little performance and the other half wanted to kick yours for letting it happen. I don't know how many of those husbands have fucked that slut and I don't want to, but if I hear even a rumor that she hasn't learned her lesson... get it?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm really sorry Jill." "Fuck sorry. Nut up and be a man."

Your apology oozed insincerity. Jill wasn't fooled...

"I'm not going to hold my breath. She's got several other women who suspect she's whored herself out to their husbands or at least tried. They'll be at a little party we're planning. Just women. Your job is to make sure [your wife is] ready when I come to pick her up."

This sounds pretty serious...

"You're not going to hurt her are you?" "Nothing permanent. Unless she doesn't learn her lesson; if she doesn't, there will be men at the next party. Get the drift?"

Jill escalated her threats...

"Yes. I'm sure [my wife will] never do anything like this again."

Another insincere attempt to provide assurances on your wife's behalf...

"You're wrong about that. I just want her to keep her cunt out of the neighborhood. She's going to suffer for a couple of days. Milk mixed with a mild soap with help a bit."

Ah... so Jill expects your wife to to continue fucking other men, but gave her her marching orders: just don't fuck HER husband and the husbands of the other women in the neighborhood! And, it sounds like Jill knows all about the sort of punishment she inflicted on your wife. Do you suppose that's because she's accustomed to punishing Jack in this way...?

After stopping in to have a last word with my wife, Jack and Jill took off. Melissa had to sleep on her side for two days, but by day three the redness was all gone and so was the pain. She was pretty quiet for that same amount of time, then the dread of another meeting kicked in and she started weeping again. That is also over now. It was a different kind of humiliation.

Jeez. I gotta' tell ya', all this sounds like the sort of cultural phenomenon among females an archeologist (Margaret Mead, perhaps...?) might study on a remote island in the South Pacific...

I'll touch on that, but there other more important events that have reminded me of my place, and why I should remain there. Most important, I guess, was a visit from my mother-in-law while Melissa was in Mexico [fucking] her boy toy.

Evidently your wife's Mexico trip for prolonged fucking of her boy-toy conformed with the boundaries set for her by Jill the dominatrix. Thanks again for your out of the ordinary but, to say the least, interesting post. Will look forward to your next installment.

—Custer

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Mother In Law 1

Before I get into the meat of this I wanted to relate a experience I had with Mistress's boy toy. He wanted some alcohol and Mistress was busy so he and I went to Walgreens. Too young to buy. He picked out what he wanted and we went to the check out. The woman was just getting started when he said. "Hey don't forget the condoms your wife will be really pissed if you forget."

The two people behind us heard as did the check out woman. I turned red and as I excused myself and started to walk towards the back of the store when he called out. "The magnums." I was now in total submissive cuckold mode. If he'd ordered me to strip I probably would have. He laughed his ass off on the way home telling me just how I'd looked and that he'd told the woman that I had a tiny problem.

My mother in law (Kaye) called me on Saturday or the day before Melissa, and her boyfriend were to get back from Mexico. Been awhile since we talked and she wanted to take me to lunch. Her voice was enough to send shivers down my spine. I had a couple of drinks before she showed up at noon because I was nervous.

She wore a purple wrap around dress that left no doubt about whether or not she was wearing a bra. I saw no panty line either. Hit her just below her knees but the over all effect was not lost on me. When she crossed her legs I knew I'd be treated to a view of her thighs.

Kaye gave me a big hug, and a quick kiss on my cheek.

"I see your truck is already in the driveway would you mind terribly if we took it just in case your mother in law has a bit too much to drink?"

I assured her it was no problem and if my worthless little penis hadn't been locked up I might have gotten hard. As we got ready to leave she took a detour and opened the door to the garage. She saw two cars in there. One of course belonged to my Mistress and the other was a five year old red convertible. Ford Mustang.

"Whose car is that?"

I didn't know what to say. My wife had purchased the car for her lover. Let's say his name is Scott. I call him Sir. I drove them to the airport. I took my wife and her boy toy to the airport. They sat in the back seat talking about how exciting their trip was going to be, and how many times a day, and how many different places they'd have sex. They both got turned on and she didn't want him to suffer during the flight so while I tried to pay attention to the road my Mistress gave the eighteen year old a blow job.

The luggage with the exception of their carry on was my responsibility. When it was all taken care of my Mistress French kissed me. Been ages since that's happen and of course the only reason she did was because she wanted me to taste his sperm.

Scott is on my pay roll but never shows up. My secretary asked but saw the look on my face which was enough to end that conversation. She knew what was up.

I answered Kaye.

"Ah...it's a friend of Melissa's."

"You mean the "friend" she took to Mexico?"

"Yeah."

So Kaye knew that her daughter was cuckolding me while on her trip.

I helped Kaye up into the truck and she flashed a huge amount of leg almost to her pussy. Her legs glowed and figured they must have been waxed. That displayed continued on our way to lunch. She talked of things inconsequential and laughed that great laugh of hers during the short drive. She turned in her seat as I took to help her down. She slid and as she did the question of panties was answered, and she had been waxed all over. Of course she knew what she'd done.

As we ate her mood suddenly changed as did the course of our previous conversation.

"What did I tell you before you married my daughter? Two things Ron, I told you two things do you remember what they were? I reminded you again after you got married or have you forgotten?"

"You mean about her being a handful?"

"That's one, do you remember the other?

My thinking was all about Mistress, and it took me a minute.

"That she and I couldn't have babies."

"And why couldn't you have babies Ron?"

"Melissa didn't want any children Kaye."

"If she changed her mind what would stop you from giving me a grandchild?"

"I...I got fixed, but Melissa doesn't want kids."

"And you know that...because the two of you have talked about it recently?"

"No but if she did she'd have told me."

"Really? Why would she have told you? You can't make babies Ron so why would she have told you? Because you're the man of the house? Because she wanted your input? Because you've done such a fucking outstanding job of taking care of the handful that's my daughter?"

No, no, no, no. She'd have said something. She was having way too much fun to even consider getting pregnant.

"She doesn't want a baby Kaye, you're wrong about that and I've just done what I can to make sure she's happy."

Kaye looked at me with real intensity for several seconds. I was increasingly uncomfortable with the conversation and didn't think it was appropriate for her to invade our privacy.

"If I grabbed your balls right now Ron what would I find?"

I couldn't look her in the face and wanted this to end. "Lets change the subject Kaye. I don't really think this something you and I should be discussing okay?"

"Cuckold."

One word but it hit me right in the belly. Sure I knew she had figured out her daughter wasn't a sterling example of faithful and that I wore a cage, and that Mistress had humiliated me in front of her but hearing her say the word and put it front and center left me speechless.

Kaye took a quick look around before pulling one side of her dress back ******** her beautiful tanned breast. I wanted to grab it, suck it, bite her nipples. So close to me that I could count the number of puffy milk glands. Fuck her. She wanted me to fuck her. Why else would she show me her breast and gotten waxed and let me see her pussy?

"She owns you. She owns everything. She bought that guy who fucks her a car, and you're paying him to fuck your wife. He's been fucking her for two weeks on a vacation that your wife paid for, and he sleeps in the master bedroom while you hang out in the basement. He's eighteen Ron. Do you really think that she wasn't fucking him when he was a student?"

I was taken aback with all that she knew and there was only one person who could have told her besides myself.

"She didn't...she told me she waited until after."

"Are you listening to yourself? You sound like you're proud because she waited until after the kid graduated before he put horns on you. Wow that makes you a real man doesn't it? I put my foot down because I'm the man of the house I made her wait before she FUCKED a boy so don't call me a CUCKOLD."

Kaye had tucked her breast back in before her last speech guessing correctly that saying the words fuck and cuckold loudly might attract some attention. I didn't say anything because her assault was unexpected and spot on leaving me with no defense.

"I'm ready to go, but you don't deserve a free lunch so take care of the bill while I go to the ladies room. Talking about what a wimp you are and thinking about my daughter with her boy toy has gotten me wet. I'll probably play with myself."

Kaye flashed me both breasts before getting out of the booth leaving me with my mouth open.

When I helped her into the truck she wasn't the least bit coy she opened her legs baring them as well as her pussy which glistened right along with her legs. She hadn't been kidding. As soon as we pulled out of the parking lot she bared her breasts and started to play with her nipples while carrying on a running dialog about what she expected had taken place with my wife and her lover on their vacation.

"I'd suck your little pecker if it wasn't in jail."

I moaned loud enough that she heard me. Kaye reached across and groped my crotch confirming that I was wearing my chastity device.

"Cuckold...pussy...sissy boy...don't you wish your tiny penis was in my warm wet mouth right now?"

"Oh God yes...yes...oh Kaye...I need...to get off so bad." Begging.

"And I'd take care of that for you but I can't unless you get out of that cage. I know there's a spare key for that Ronnie so if you want me all you have to do is get it and take that awful thing off."

I was going to do it. Fuck it. Why shouldn't I? Why should my Mistress be the only one to have fun? I'd melt that block of ice, unlock my penis and I wasn't going to be satisfied with just a blow job. I was going to fuck her teasing cunt that she'd taken such pleasure in showing me. Fuck her stupid. Fill her fucking pussy. Show her I wasn't the cuckold weakling she thought I'd become at the hands of her daughter.

As we pulled into the drive way I told her to get her ass into the house. I was going to man up.

 

[Howwee]

If you don't end up fucking her this time...

 

[jag]

Twerp what happened ?

No response so far. All okay ?

 

[Custer Laststand]

Ron,

Re.:

.... I was going to do it [i.e., let my wife Melissa's mother Kaye take me]. Fuck it. Why shouldn't I? Why should my Mistress be the only one to have fun? I'd melt that block of ice [to obtain the frozen-in key to my chastity device], unlock my penis and I wasn't going to be satisfied with just a blow job. I was going to fuck [Kaye's] teasing cunt that she'd taken such pleasure in showing me. Fuck her stupid. Fill her fucking pussy. Show her I wasn't the cuckold weakling she thought I'd become at the hands of her daughter.

As we pulled into the drive way I told her to get her ass into the house. I was going to man up.

It's been over a month since your post of 22 Aug. 2014 that concluded with the above.

As I recall, you mentioned quite a while ago that your Mistress Melissa had divorced her previous (cuckold?) husband when he allowed her mother Kaye to take him. Since you had to melt the key to your chastity device out of its ice cube to unlock your chastity device (for which your mistress would otherwise have been the sole key holder), presumably your mistress realized you had either allowed her mother Kaye to fuck you, or you had engaged in some other form of sexual activity without her permission.

The subject line of your 22 Aug. 2014 post — "Mother-in-Law 1" — suggests you intended to post a followup.

What's happening these days? I hope this didn't work out badly for you...

—Custer

 

[jag]

Custer,

I dont think even if Mel found out she would not take such drastic steps as our twerp is a keeper. It would take hell of a lot of effort and luck to find some one like him for Mel.

I am just hoping twerp is okay health wise.

jag

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

I'm So Sorry

There's no excuse for me not updating, but until late last year things were not going well. Now they couldn't be better.
I'll go into more detail soon.

We moved. Mistress got passed over for the job as principal. The job was given to another woman just a few years older than Mistress. The woman was principal at a middle school. Mistress was not even given the option of staying in her current position. The job they offered her was the same one the other woman was leaving. School board wasn't really required to even give her a reason because she's in management rather than a teacher. She was told they thought it would be better if she was in charge of a school for a few years before taking the reins at a high school.

That's not quite clear. Mistress would finish out the school year at her current position, and the move would have been effective next fall. It was clearly a slap in the face.

The current principal told her he'd recommended her but they'd obviously not followed his advice.

Mistress was a basket case for quite awhile, and in her rage a few items I wasn't aware of surfaced.

"I sucked that old fucker's cock because he told me I wouldn't have anything to worry about with his backing."

Think she was blowing him every Friday. She never had intercourse with him though.

According to the principal there were evidently a large number of complaints from parents (mothers) about her attire. Her clothing had gotten shorter and shorter, and she had gotten away from wearing bras although she wore a blazer over her blouse. She had also started wearing thongs most of the time because her young lover (my Master) preferred them. Then there were the pictures that kids had taken.

The most damaging were down blouse numbers when she'd had her jacket off and her breasts were visible almost to her nipples, and others showing her with her legs crossed ******** nearly all of her legs. The tops of her thigh highs were in evidence as well. Several of her skirts had slits in the back. Between the length of her skirt and the slit if she bent over far enough her bottom came into view. The thong was so thin that it surely did appear as if she had no panties on what so ever.

Some parents reported that Mistress had sat on her desk in front of their children and crossed her legs giving them a clear shot of her barely covered pussy.

On top of that there were some very well done fakes circulated among students showing my Mistress engaged in sex with students. The breasts were so close to real that I thought she'd posed, but none of them showed the small beauty mark next to her slit.

They were fakes. She never ever had sex with a student until after they'd graduated, and she only did that twice one of them being my Master. They just made her out to be some slut which was totally unfair. They all seem to have forgotten how good she is at her job, and all the crap she has to put up with.

Things do have a way of working out though.

She was hired by a very large private company based in a metropolitan area about three hundred miles away at a salary more than twice what she was making as an administrator. She took great joy in tendering her resignation.

Thus we had some big issues facing us, and I'll get to those, but wanted you to know we couldn't be happier.

Thanks,
Ron

PS No I did not have sex with my mother in law. She actually made me realize that unless I totally accepted a role I was born for I'd never be truly happy and neither would my Mistress.

 

[midnightfapper]

Wow! What a woman!

 

[Custer Laststand]

Ron,

Good to hear from you again.

…. We moved. Mistress got passed over for the job as principal. The job was given to another woman just a few years older than Mistress. The woman was principal at a middle school. Mistress was not even given the option of staying in her current position. The job they offered her was the one the other woman was leaving. The school board wasn't required to give her a reason, because she's in management rather than a teacher. She was told they thought it would be better if she was in charge of a [middle] school for a few years before taking the reins at a high school.

This sounds along the lines of how things should have been expected to work out (only sooner), given the nature of your mistress’s preferred activities (so to speak) as advertised by her style of dressing.

…. The current principal told her he recommended her but they'd obviously not followed his advice. Mistress was a basket case for quite a while, and in her rage a few things I wasn't aware of surfaced. "I sucked that old fucker's cock because he told me I wouldn't have anything to worry about with his backing.” I Think she was blowing him every Friday. ….

Usually applications for a position at that level (H.S. principal) are considered by a hiring committee, which… I would guess… was chaired by the superintendent of schools, or it consisted of the school board, or (if the s.b. is large), a subcommittee of the school board.

As your mistress’s former boss, the principal who’s retiring would have been asked for a letter of recommendation (of course), or a verbal recommendation, but that most likely would not have been considered of primary importance. The reason would have been that… as a retiree… he will not be around and will not have to “live with” the consequences of the new hire. The superintendent and the school board, by contrast, will have to “live with” any consequences of their selection.

Thus, it sounds like your mistress’s former boss motivated her to give him blow jobs by implying he would promote her when, in reality, he didn’t have that ability (and, he would have known that). He conned her into becoming his cocksucker, and your mistress bought it.

According to the principal there were a large number of complaints from parents (mothers) about her attire. Her clothing had gotten shorter and shorter, and she had gotten away from wearing bras although she wore a blazer over her blouse. She had also started wearing thongs most of the time because her young lover (my Master) preferred them. …. etc ….

At the risk of stating the obvious, school boards and higher-level administrators, generally speaking, don’t like that sort of thing.

Things do have a way of working out, though. [My mistress] was hired by a very large private company based in a metropolitan area about three hundred miles away at a salary more than twice what she was making as an [high school] administrator.

Good! My congratulations to her! It sounds like the sort of position that might… I would guess, probably will… work out better for a strongly-sexual woman with her inclinations and talents.

She took great joy in tendering her resignation.

I would think so. It’s also hard not to suspect that was the kind of “noncontroversia” outcome” the superintendent and school board was hoping for.

…. I wanted you to know we couldn't be happier [now].

Good!

PS: I did not have sex with my mother-in-law. She actually made me realize that unless I totally accept the role I was born for, I will never be truly happy and neither will my Mistress. —Ron

Ah… all’s well that ends well. It sounded like you might be heading toward disaster when you said you intended to “man up” and fuck your mistress’s mother, which would have been obvious to your mistress since you would have had to melt the key to your chastity device out of its ice cube.

I, and others no doubt, would be interested in reading the details of how your strongly-sexed M.I.L. (like mother, like daughter) convinced you to behave yourself and accept your natural role as your mistress’s faithful cuckold.

—Custer

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Labor Day Party

The Labor Day party was a disaster for me. Mistress and her lover were going to a lake party where his friends would be in attendance. Many of them attended the same high school and my Mistress had been their principal as well, and this was his big chance to show her off. Mistress told me she would not be helping me with the set up, but might stop by for a few minutes.

The only full time employee who attended the party was the mean mechanic. He drank and ate more than anyone else but what he really wanted was my Mistress. He was constantly asking me for naked pictures of my Mistress and when I told him I didn't have any he called me a liar. He wouldn't leave me alone. I already took him out for free beer at least once a week only to have him make fun of me and after he'd had a few he turned into a bully.

He also knew about some of my secrets because my ex-mechanic had told him. I gave him a raise after he promised he would quit making me look weak and questioning my authority in front of the other employees. He did as I asked but stepped up the harassment when they weren't in the building. He called me Mr. Cocksucker or Boss Fag. Told him to please leave me alone and he'd ask me if I was going to tell my mommy. I opened my brief case at a meeting one day to find a picture of gay sex. Fortunately no one saw it.

When Mistress did put in an appearance it was on the arm of her eighteen year old lover. She wore a string bikini with a translucent cover up around her waist. The top just covered her auerole's. Nothing covered her cheeks. The suit violated the rules covering inappropriate swiming pool attire. They kissed a couple of times while all the guys were screwing her with their eyes. The mechanic was more forward and gave her a hug smashing her breasts against his hairy chest before filling his hands with her cheeks.

My Master was unprepared for this violation, and did nothing, but Mistress slapped him. He laughed and called her a fucking tease. I told him to please be quiet and leave Mistress alone. I was truly scared thinking he was going to hit me, but he just laughed at me instead. Mistress and Master left shortly after.

The party broke up earlier than usual, and I set about cleaning up when the mechanic offered to help. I told him thanks but I could handle things. Not a problem he insisted. Instead of taking the booze to my truck he loaded it into his car. I didn't say a word I just wanted him gone.

After everything was loaded into my truck, and I'd cleaned up inside he insised on riding with me back to Mistress's home. He did help with that and when we were done I thanked him. Instead of leaving he asked me where I kept the good stuff. After pouring himself a drink he took a tour of the house. He pulled open drawers in the Mistress's bedroom until he found her panties and bras. I asked him to please stop and leave.

"I'm getting my cock sucked. I wanted that cunt wife of yours but the pretty boy fucked that up, so I guess I'll have to settle for you faggot. What color panties are you wearing today boss?"

I don't want to talk about the rest in too much detail. He laughed so hard I hoped he'd have a stroke when he saw my chastity device, and said it should have covered my pussy too. I did what he ordered me to do because otherwise he would have beat me up. He took video with his smart phone and had me recite my full name, and then beg to suck his cock because I was a fag. He did compliment me on my oral skills which made me feel a little better. When he had finished, and my tummy was full of his sperm I had to give him a lift back to his car. Naked. I thought I was going to wet myself I was so excited. There were just a few people about when I dropped him off. He left his door open and told me to count to a hundred before I closed it. He laid on his horn as he backed out and keep doing it until it couldn't be heard anymore. The people ended up looking his way instead of mine, but if they had I was totally *******. I didn't close the garage door until I'd walked nude to the service door.

After that he would stay at work after the rest had left whenever he felt like it and I'd perform for him. He insisted I wear both thigh highs and panties with a top that just covered my bottom so it looked like I was wearing a short dress. I posed for pictures in every part of the office and shop, and he took more videos. He spanked me, but never too hard just enough to arouse me. Often he pretended I was Mistress while I sucked his cock. Then he quit playing with me. I made it two weeks before I asked him what I'd done wrong. He was tired of me. If I wanted anymore of his cock he wanted Mistress's pussy. I couldn't do that and afterwards he just ignored me.

He did tell me that if I gave him nude pictures of my Mistress he would let me suck his cock one more time but I simply couldn't betray her trust and my love for her.

Mistress and Master didn't return home until the following afternoon although she was kind of enough to call while she was having sex with Master to let me know. I guess she had lots of trouble keeping her breasts inside her tiny top, and lost it completely when she was water skiing. Master's friends got to listen while he screwed her, and she walked around with just her panties on for the rest of the evening. I was thankful that Master loves her enough that he won't share her. He's just really proud of her, and not just because of her body.

I no longer get erections with or without the aid of drugs. It isn't important. Once a week Mistress removes my device for hygiene and hair removal purposes. Once a month I am milked for health reasons. Mistress says that even with the tiny amount I emit it isn't good for me to keep it all inside. She catches my emissions in a bowl and I get to lick it clean when I'm done.

I'll write more soon, but this is the part of which I'm most ashamed and wanted to get it out of the way so I can move on to the happier events.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Mr. Custer

I'm fairly certain my Mistress was aware of how the decision would be made. There is indeed a Superintendent of Schools. The principal and super went to the same college and belonged to the same fraternity. They belong to the same golf league. He told Mistress all of these things before she bestowed her incentives upon him.

Perhaps it had something to do with a wealthy school district. I may have mentioned before that Mistress considered the parents at her current district to be much more demanding than those at her old school where the average income would have been much, much lower.

Mistress had any number of confrontations over the length of her tenure at the rich folk's school that never would have reached her office at the old school. There were compliants about her attire before she ever started wearing shorter more revealing outfits. I honestly believe it had more to do with her manner of handling issues in an even manner regardless of who you were, and what you net worth might be.

I don't want to appear as sexist but the president of the school board was female while the rest of the board was an even split between sexes. Mistress stood up for the teachers, and with few exceptions they admired her courage. Male and female.

Admittedly Mistress has a high sex drive, and prefers younger men, and I know I've mentioned it before but she never had sex with a student while they were pupils.

I will endeavor to provide more details about my mother-in-law and our encounter.

 

[Custer Laststand]

Ron,

I'm fairly certain my Mistress was aware of how the decision [to promote her (or not) to h.s. principal] would be made. There is indeed a Superintendent of Schools. The principal and super went to the same college and belonged to the same fraternity. They belong to the same golf league.

Whew! That sounds mighty incestuous...

He told Mistress all of these things before she bestowed her incentives upon him.

Yes, well... the mere fact that your mistress's boss the principal told her "all of these things" does not imply they were true. (Recall he also told your mistress his recommendation would result in her being promoted, but it didn't.)

In any case, perhaps the problem was jealousy. The superintendent may have reasoned that since your mistress was sucking his buddy the principal's cock, she should have been sucking his too. Since she wasn't (I gather), that may have been viewed as a breach of hierarchical protocol.

But, enough of this juicy speculation. The role of the school board was a different matter.

Perhaps it had something to do with [the] wealthy school district. I may have mentioned before that Mistress considered the parents at her current district to be much more demanding than those at her old school where the average income would have been much, much lower. Mistress had any number of confrontations over the length of her tenure at the rich folk's school that never would have reached her office at the old school. There were compliants about her attire before she ever started wearing shorter more revealing outfits.

That doesn't seem difficult to believe...

I honestly believe it had more to do with her manner of handling issues in an even-handed manner, regardless of who [the parents of the student] were and what their net worth might be.

Could be. Parents who are higher up the socioeconomic ladder are less likely to feel any need to defer to, and/or be impressed by, a public school administrator (IMO).

I don't want to appear sexist...

Horrors! PLEASE don't say anything that might be interpreted as even-slightly sexist...

...but, the president of the school board was female while the rest of the board was an even split between sexes.

No matter. The women who are elected to school boards are just as likely as the men (IMO) to be put off by a female applicant for a high-level administrative position who has a reputation for being... ahem, how to say this... slightly more sexual than dictated by current societal standards. It strikes me as reasonable to say that school board members typically view themselves as "upholders of morality," sort of like churches.

Mistress stood up for the teachers, and with few exceptions they admired her courage. Male and female [alike].

Good. That obviously impresses you, as it should, and it impresses me too. It's a sign of character and personal courage. Unfortunately, the teachers were not the ones who made the decision whether to promote your mistress.

Admittedly, Mistress has a high sex drive...

Is this an understatement, or a vast understatement? (Joke, laugh here...) In either case, there's nothing wrong with that. Human sexuality is a biological imperative, right? Some people have more of it, some people have less...

...and prefers younger men.

Hey, of course your mistress prefers younger men! Returning to the subject of "sexism:" don't older men prefer younger women? Or, to put it even more bluntly: do bears shit in the woods...?

And, I know I've mentioned it before, but she never had sex with a student while they were pupils.

Anyone would agree that was an admirable demonstration of restraint. Exemplary, beyond doubt. On the minus side, however, the "parents with high expectations" you mentioned (above) were probably offended even if your mistress did refrain from fucking their sons until after graduation day when they had turned legal. But, that's just speculation.....

I will endeavor to provide more details about my mother-in-law and our encounter.

Cool... I'll look forward to that. It strikes me as more than mildly interesting.

—Custer

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Mistress's Lover and Me

I haven't forgotten and should get to Kaye and I this week. My Master is just a God isn't he? I wish he was the least bit interested in me, but he calls me Grandpa most of the time and who could blame him. Especially compared to me and what I have to offer (or don't have) my beautiful Mistress.

She did go back on birth control when she found out about not being selected as principal.

When she does get pregnant I'm supposed to tell people I had my surgery reversed, and then say that my sperm count was so low I hadn't been able to impregnate her. Then I'm supposed to shut up and let them draw their own conclusions.

 

[Custer Laststand]

Your mistress is a mighty gorgeous woman...

My Master is just a God isn't he?

He's photo no. 2, I gather...? (Joke... laugh here.) Yeah, really... what a hunk.

I wish he was the least bit interested in me, but he calls me Grandpa most of the time and who could blame him.

Sounds like a great improvement over the relatively-new mechanic you hired in your shop. Very respectful...

She did go back on birth control when she found out about not being selected as principal.

Ah... so your mistress wants to get pregnant, and felt that would be a good way to celebrate her promotion to principal (if that had happened). For some time I've been thinking she seems like a woman who would want that, and I've been wondering when...

When she does get pregnant I'm supposed to tell people I had my [vasectomy] surgery reversed, and then say that my sperm count was so low I hadn't been able to impregnate her. Then, I'm supposed to shut up and let them draw their own conclusions.

You could simplify that by not saying anything at all about having your vasectomy reversed, and leave it to others to draw their own conclusions which (among those who know you've had a vasectomy) will be the same. I mean, why lie if it isn't necessary? And, especially, why lie when you know it will gain you nothing...?

Remind me — who is your mistress's lover, the muscle guy, whom you refer to as your "master"? Is he a recently-graduated high school student your mistress seduced, whom she took on a vacation... which she (or she and you) paid for... to a Caribbean island?

I assume he is the man your mistress has selected to become the biological father of her future child...?