This is the third part of my story. As usual, it will make more sense and give a better understanding if you have read the previous chapters.
Apologies for the delay in publishing this part but the life I am now living took various twists and turns and allowed me less free time to write about it.
The story is largely true, but names and locations etc. have been changed for privacy, and timescales have been edited to help the written story flow.
To summarize the events so far, I was a happily married and successful businessman. My wife, Rachel, is beautiful and sexy, but a little sexually naive, and way out of my league. We had a decent sex life, but I got diverted by watching and reading too much porn, which revealed some of my kinks. I then tried to convince Rachel that we should try those kinks to improve our sex life. She dabbled with some of my suggestions, but thought some others were extreme.
I then got caught up with an out of character, extra marital encounter with a stunningly attractive, supermodel like, employee, who was drunkenly thinking that sex with the boss might lead to an easy life at work. This employee, Hayley, had also revealed an underground life as a Home Website/OnlyFans porn star, a fact which I had mistakenly revealed to a hormone driven, masculine, alpha male, friend/client of mine. Due to her alcohol induced amnesia of the night that this all happened and with my friend/client, Gary, promising to keep quiet about the information he had, this whole Hayley situation had been put to bed. Or so I thought.
Gary had recently WhatsApp’d me numerous screenshots and videos that he had taken from Hayley’s online sites. After looking at the content, several times, I had deleted them and asked him not send any more. I needed to not get hung up on this stunning woman, and concentrate on the stunning woman that I had at home, who loved me and supported my kinks to make me happy, even though she felt that the vanilla sex life that we had before was quite enough.
On the Monday following Gary’s messages, I arrived home from work at my normal time, looking forward to seeing Rachel, who hadn’t been in to work that day, and spending a relaxing evening at home. What greeted me as I opened the door though was a whirlwind of tears and fury, unlike anything I had ever seen from her. She was screaming, “You cheating son of a bitch, how could you, who the fuck is she?” I was totally caught off guard and didn’t know what to say. My mind immediately went to my night of indiscretion with Hayley, when she had shown me her pussy, made drunken moves on me and I had responded by finger fucking her, licking her pussy and cumming in my boxers.
I was trying to gather my thoughts while Rachel was stepping towards me and shouting, “Well? You shit, who is she?” My thoughts were saying that it must be the Hayley incident, as there had never been any other instance of me being even close to cheating, but at the same time, how did she know? It wasn’t possible. I was feeling pressure to answer, but my brain couldn’t compute what to say, so I just burbled, “How do,” came out first, but I stopped myself from incriminating myself, and managed the much more controlled and open question, “What….. What do you mean?…… Err,…….what?” Way to think on my feet!
“I knew you wouldn’t deny it,” she shouted, “anyone that is stupid enough to cheat on his wife, but then take pictures of the woman, posing for him and sucking his dick, is too stupid to have an excuse ready, or to deny it!” Now I was confused, “What pictures, I didn’t take any pictures!” I said. Now there, in my response, was an admission that I had done something, but that I didn’t take any pictures of the deed. It was something that Rachel didn’t comment on at the time but was stored forever as my admission to cheating, as it would be brought up numerous times in the future. All she said was, “Really, not these pictures then?” and thrust her iPad toward me.
Now here is a life lesson for those, like me, that use technology but don’t look too deeply at it. I now know, which I clearly didn’t at the time, that the standard setting on WhatsApp is, for any photo or video media content that arrives on that platform, to automatically be saved to the Photo folder of your phone. A folder that I didn’t check often. In turn, photos in this folder, automatically get uploaded to the Cloud. In our case, everything goes to Google Photo’s. And there, in the Google Photo’s App, on Rachel’s iPad, were all the pictures and video’s of Hayley, naked and in action, that Gary had sent me last week. Including the one that Rachel was now pointing at, with a shaking finger, Hayley blowing a cock and looking at the camera. Clearly Rachel didn’t recognize that it was Hayley from work, or that this wasn’t my cock which, although partly obscured, was clearly bigger than mine.
I could honestly deny what she suspected, “No, Honey, those aren’t mine, I didn’t take those pictures, that’s not me!”
“Liar.” She said, “who is it?” she asked again.
“Err, I don’t know.” I lied. I didn’t think that revealing that it was Hayley would help my case, or how I had found out about her other activities.
“Bullshit, they can only have come from your phone.”
“I don’t know how. Gary sent them to me last week. I didn’t take them, honestly.”
“Show me!” she ordered.
“I can’t, I deleted them, but it’s the truth. That cock is too big to be mine, you know that!”
“Maybe, or maybe it’s the camera, or maybe you get bigger for her because she does what you like!” She was still shouting.
“No, honestly, I didn’t take them and that’s not me.”
She came back with, “You deny the photos, but you don’t deny that you cheated on me.”
“But no, I love you,” was all that came out. I hadn’t been able to lie and deny cheating.
The tears erupted again, “you piece of shit, get out!” she said as she walked across the lobby entrance and grabbed a case that had been standing by the wall. “There are clothes in there for work, you can go and stay at a hotel.” I told her that I wanted to stay and talk, but she insisted that I go, she couldn’t talk right now and needed time to think. I tried again, but the anger was swelling back up and rage was pushing the tears away. She started repeating, “Get Out, Get Out!!!” until I caved, picked up the case and went out of the door. It slammed hard behind me.
I put my case in the car. I wondered, while doing that, when had Rachel found the pictures. She had taken the time to pack a case and bring it downstairs, how long had she been waiting by the door, building up her fury. For a while, I just sat there, trying to understand how I had suddenly ended up thrown out of my own house and at risk of losing everything that I hold dear. I felt physically sick and was torn between going back in to the house to try and convince her all was OK, and giving her the time and space that she had asked for. I decided on the latter and headed off to find accommodation.
I took a room in a nice hotel on the far side of town. I wanted to be away from home and work, to reduce the chances of someone I knew seeing me and asking questions. After I had settled in to the room I tried to call Rachel, I wanted to try and talk and reassure here that I hadn’t taken any photos and that Gary had sent them from some website, for no apparent reason, other than his obsession with women. I decided if the cheating question came up, then I would word my answer carefully and hopefully avoid admitting to anything. I could just insist that I hadn’t screwed anyone. That part was true.
It didn’t matter, she rejected the call, then followed it with a message telling me not to call her. She didn’t want to speak at the moment, she would call me if and when she wanted to talk. I replied, telling her that I loved her and telling her again where the photos had come from. She didn’t reply.
I went to work the next day as normal, trying to appear that nothing was wrong with the world. I hoped that Rachel might show up, and I could steal her away for a talk, but she didn’t. I messaged her a couple of times and again, in the evening. She didn’t reply to any message. Each day was a repeat, I didn’t see, speak or hear from her. I struggled to concentrate on work and kept my door shut, explaining that I had some important work to do and should be disturbed as little as possible.
I did speak to Gary, later in the week, and told him what a shit storm he had created with his messages. He apologized at first and said that he hoped we could sort it out. He then asked me to let him know what happens, but there was a tone in his voice, almost hopeful. I thought that he is probably hoping we fail, and he would try and ‘console’ Rachel. I wouldn’t put it past him.
By Friday, with no word from Rachel, I was getting very stressed, fearing the worst, and decided to take action. Despite her instruction, I had to go and talk to her. She needed to be convinced about the photos and, if it came to it, I might have to admit to what I had done, so that we could at least try and move past it.
I finished earlier than I normally would and drove to the house. On the outside, everything seemed normal, I parked and walked up to the front door. It was my house, but I didn’t feel like I should just walk in. Maybe, I was traumatized by the last time that I just walked in., so I pushed the bell. It wasn’t long before Rachel opened the door. She was in her slobs, a gray baggy tracksuit, with her hair scrunched up and wearing no makeup. The redness and puffiness around her eyes, that was very evident on Monday, had gone.
I steeled myself for a reaction, but she just said, “Oh, you’d better come in.” and turned and walked away. I shut the door behind me and followed her to the kitchen. “Do you want a coffee?” she asked. I was a little surprised how calm she was, but I could hear that her tone was still downbeat. I just said, “Err, yes please.” and she set about making it.
I waited for her to speak, I wasn’t sure how to start now that I was here. I actually felt a little scared. “I thought you’d have been round sooner than this,” she said, “where have you been? Have you been with somebody else?”
“No, there isn’t anyone else. I’ve been at work and the hotel every night, waiting for you to call, but I needed to see you.”
“Where’s your case?”
“Still at the hotel, I came straight here from work, but I didn’t decide until this afternoon.”
She thought for a moment, then said, “Ok, you’d better call them and tell them that you aren’t coming back over the weekend but to hold your room, you’ll be back next week.” I felt the need to clarify, “I’m staying for the weekend, but then need to go back?” I asked.
Her response made sense, and gave me some hope, “Yes, I’ve done a lot of thinking this week, and before you say anything, I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to try and work out what is true and what are lies. I think that we are going to be OK, we have some things to work out, but I think we will be OK.” I felt relief, I took a full breath in, which seemed like the first time all week, and there was a weight off my shoulders. It’s a phrase you here used, but then that it exactly how I felt.
She carried on, “Despite that, I am still not ready for you to move back in. Maybe this time next week, we will see. You turning up today though fits with the story I told Claire, next door. You know how nosey she is, well she caught me outside yesterday and asked where you were and why your car hadn’t been here all week. Pretending to be concerned about you, but just digging for any potential gossip to spread. I just told her that you were away at a work conference for a couple of weeks. If you stay and go back to the hotel on Monday, it will look like you are just back for the weekend.”
I nodded an agreement, “Okay, I understand. But, can I just say.”, she cut me off. “I said that I don’t want to discuss it. I have my thoughts on what you may or may not have done. You know what you have done, but I don’t want to hear it from you. We will both be at home this weekend, but I still need time, so you will sleep in the spare room, and we’ll avoid each other as much as possible in the day, and you head back to the hotel on Sunday afternoon. We’ll then see where next week takes us.”
I quit while I was ahead. She had said that she thought that we would be OK and while I was disappointed that things clearly weren’t back to normal, I could survive another week with the hope that we could work things out.
The weekend went, as she had asked, with little contact. Separate rooms, upstairs and down. We offered each other drinks if making them. She fixed her own food without asking me, and refused when I offered to prepare something for her. Late afternoon on Sunday, she came and found me, “You should go now, I’ve put some fresh clothes in a bag. Please don’t call me or message this week, complete radio silence, I think I know where we are headed, and we should be okay, but I still have some thinking and sorting to do. I will let you know when you can come back home. Not a minute before.”
I was a little disappointed, I had hoped that I wouldst have to go back to the hotel but, I wasn’t surprised, so agreed. She swerved my attempt to kiss her goodbye and led me to the door, where a holdall sat, presumably with my fresh clothes. She opened the door and stepped back, gesturing me out, saying, “I’ll call you,” and she shut the door behind me. Claire was on the front next door, looking over the bushes, I smiled and waved, calling out, “Hi, nice to see you, but I can’t stop, I’ve got to make tracks back to the conference,” and headed to my car. At least I had had a chance to back up Rachel’s story.
I tried to focus a bit more on work this week, thinking it would make the time pass quicker, which it did. Twice I noticed Rachel’s car appear in its usual parking spot. I didn’t actually lay eyes on her, but hoped that she would come and speak to me. She didn’t. I assumed that she was both, getting some work done, and keeping up appearances.
I had heard nothing, and we were now at Friday lunchtime, I had been getting more and more concerned as the week passed without contact, then, early afternoon, I got a message on my phone. It read, “Dave, what I found and suspect was very difficult for me. It has taken a lot to process, but I think I am now in a place where I can see the way forward. I still love you and don’t want to say goodbye. I want us to work on the future, a new us! To that end, I want you to do exactly as I say. Leave work now and head to the hotel. Shower and shave, ‘everywhere’, check out of the hotel and come home. Be home at 7pm on the dot. If you are early or late, there will be consequences. Just reply ‘Yes’ if you understand and agree.”
Obviously, I replied ‘Yes’ straight away. I was so relieved that we seemed to have a future together, she had asked me to come home. I then thought through the wording, “a new us,” “a way forward,” and then her instructions. She had dropped some orders and mentioned consequences for failure. Also, the ‘shave everywhere’ instruction. I thought I knew the implication there, and, assuming I was right, I would be getting home to a dominant wife. I wondered how she had gotten from ‘stricken cheated on wife’, ‘to come home to me, with sexual implications’ wife.’
Whatever the route she had taken, I was sure I would find out, and the wording of the message, along with my hopes for what lay ahead, stirred some activity in my boxers. The quick and easy move to enjoying an erection was aided by the fact that 12 days since I had cum. While in the hotel, during the first week, I had been so anxious and depressed about our situation that there was no inclination to relieve myself. After last weekend, when there seemed more hope, I had considered tossing myself off, as my balls filled up and my need grew, but I felt awkward about it. Almost as if I would be cheating on Rachel while she was going through a tough time, so I abstained.
I popped out a group email to my PA and managers, advising that I was leaving for the weekend and would be out of contact, anything urgent would wait until Monday. Then I left. I drove to the hotel, straight to my room and in to the shower, after shaving at the basin. I considered Rachel’s instruction to shave everywhere, which I took to mean my pubic hair around my manhood. This area was always well trimmed but never fully shaved, with a wet razor, however I took that to be the implication, so lathered up. I was very careful and did a pretty good job. Everything was clean as a whistle.
Once dry I sorted a clean Polo Shirt, my last one, and some smart slacks. I didn’t want to wear denim jeans for my return home. I wanted to be smart for her. I then made sure everything was packed up. Other than the shave, the whole thing was done in a bit of a rush, I was exited. I then realized that I had a specific arrival time, and I was about 2 hours too early. I didn’t know what to do with myself, I tried TV but could find no interest there, I sat on the bed, looked out of the window countless times and paced up and down, a lot. Time was moving very slowly, so I left the room and checked out of the hotel I had missed Check-Out for the day so had to pay an extra night. I didn’t care.
I put the bags in the car and headed off, I wanted to get closer to home, so to avoid any unexpected delays. When I got near, I stopped at a little bar that we use now and then. My stomach was churning, I think I was a bit nervous, but also realized that I hadn’t eaten all day. So I went in and ordered a bowl of fries and a beer to help settle myself. It helped, and I left to finish the drive home, pausing down the road, so that I pulled in front of the house at 6:59 and knocked on the door at 7pm precisely.
Rachel was ready and waiting, she opened the door straight away, and my heart melted. She was in a dark blue silk house coat, which stopped mid-thigh, there were black stockings, I assumed, and some killer high heals. Her hair was salon done, and her makeup, as usual, was understated and classy. She was a far cry from the woman in slobs who opened the door this time last week. I just said, “wow, you look gorgeous.” She smiled and said, “thank you for the compliment, now come inside. We need to get started.”
“Started on what?” I asked. She just raised her eyebrows and opened the door wider for me to walk in.
She shut the door behind me and walked past me, telling me to follow. I did, watching her backside sway, with the silk wafting back and forth across. God, I’d missed her, it brought in to focus how lucky I was and how stupid I was to risk losing her.
She walked through to the den and pointed at one of the loungers there, “Sit down Dave.” It was an instruction, no doubt about it, so I did. I noticed that iPad was set up on a side table, which had been moved in front of the chair, it was in selfie mode, so I filled the screen. She stood behind it, reached around and pressed record.
She spoke clearly, “David, I had a very difficult time since you left the house at the start of last week. I have processed a lot of information in that time, had some revelations, and come to some conclusions about how our lives should be, from now on. First, though, I want to ask you, to confirm to me that you do still love me and that you do want this marriage to continue.”
She was looking me dead in the eye, my reaction was instant and natural, because it is true, “God, yes I love you with all my heart and I never want this marriage to finish. I will do anything to make sure that happens.”
“Good,” she said, “That’s exactly how I feel. Now, I’m recording what we discuss because I want a record of what we agree.”
“Okay,” I said, wondering what was to be agreed.
“Please don’t talk unless I ask you to, or if you need to stop me because you disagree with what I am saying. I have thought a lot about our situation and decided on a way forward. If you disagree, you can tell me, but I don’t think I want to do anything different to what I’ve decided, so any disagreement will probably mean that we need to go our separate ways.”
I was a little surprised by the finality of her statement, but, I knew that I could live with whatever she wanted to do. I just nodded in agreement, I had been caught before, voicing an agreement to remain quiet, it wasn’t going to happen again.
She just smiled, “Right, you certainly don’t need to comment now, because I won’t believe you anyway. I believe that you did cheat on me, I also suspect that you did take those photos,” I took a breath in through my nose but held my tongue, I wanted to deny the photo’s, but then I would have to admit the cheating. Rachel carried on, though, “whether I am right or wrong about that, I don’t care!” She said, “Because, I decided, that if you felt the need to look elsewhere, then there was something that I am not giving you.”
“Before I carry on, I need to know that, if I up my game and make things right, you promise that you will never screw around behind my back again.” She, looked, waiting for an answer, so I spoke, “Rachel, you don’t need to up any game, I love you the way you are, and I swear to you that I have not screwed any other woman (which was actually true) and I will never screw another woman.”
“Thank you, that’s more of an answer than I needed, but thank you. Now, in that first week, when I was really upset, I went searching for proof that you cheated. One place I looked was on you on your home computer. You really are an idiot, by the way, who writes down their computer password and leaves it in their desk drawer.” I was guilty of that, but that news started my mind racing about what she found on the computer, certainly no evidence of cheating, but..
She then realized my fear, “I didn’t prove that you cheated, but I did find a shocking amount of very specific pornography and erotic stories, in browser history and, with the uninterrupted searching time that I had available, saved in mundanely titled files.” I just thought, ‘Oh shit, I can’t explain that away.’ But she didn’t ask me to, she said, “I was very surprised that you looked at so very much graphic pornography, and then it brought this to mind.” She picked up her phone, which was next to the iPad and started to play the conversation from several months ago, where I confessed to some of my kinks.
She played it in full, me laying out my desire to be dominated, humiliated, subject to BDSM etc. etc. When it finished, she asked me to speak and confirm that it was me on that recording, which I did. She went on, “Now in that recording you told me what you really wanted from a relationship and I didn’t really listen. I played at it, but watching the hours and hours of utter humiliation, bondage torture, male submission and many other things on your computer I realized the level of sexual submission that you really aspire to, and I realize that I have let you down.”
I went to react, but she just raised a finger and said, “Don’t you dare!” I stayed quiet. “Not only, did I realize what it was that you really wanted from me, but I watched and read a lot of it, and started to see that attraction for me as well. So, David, what I have decided is that we reset our marriage, and when I choose to, I will be your Dominant Female. I will do whatever I want, and you will do whatever I tell you, without question. Failure will result in punishment. This will give you the sexual high that you seem to seek and provide me with a sexual power and enjoyment that I have been missing, and that your porn life showed to me.”
“I am now going to give you the chance to either accept my terms, recorded here as a verbal contract, or decline, and we go our separate ways. You initiated this life change, by revealing your desires, and then cheating on me, so, if you accept this life now, but want to bail out at a later date, you will walk out of my life and leave me everything. So, David, do you accept my terms?” She stood, arms folded, still behind the iPad, waiting for my answer.
I was thinking, what is there to turn down, this stunning woman, the love of my life, was pledging herself to me for the rest of her life, only as long as she was allowed to carry out my sexual fantasies? After the last 2 weeks, I would have been happy to go back to our vanilla sex life, delighted to go back to our part-time Dom/Sub life. This was a no-brainer. I looked at her and smiled, “Yes, I absolutely agree. I will do everything you say and if I don’t want that life anymore, I will walk away, leaving 100% of our possessions to you. You have my word.”
Rachel broke in to a big smile, walked around the table to me pulled me to my feet, she put her hands on my cheeks and gave me the tenderest, most loving kiss. I almost melted, her lips were so soft, and I had missed physical contact with her so much. She lent back, her eyes were smiling, “Are you absolutely sure?” she said, “last chance, are you all in?”
I smiled back, “Yes, all in. You are my dream woman and I want it all with you.”
“Good,” she said, pulling away from me. She undid the belt of the house coat and slipped it to the floor. I think my eyes nearly popped out, she was wearing a tight-fitting leather basque, which pushed her ample chest up and out, with some skimpy black panties and hold up black stockings and those heels. She picked her phone up and pointed it at me, thenspoke again, but her voice had changed to a hard bark, “We are starting now! Strip, you piece of crap, I want to see that tiny dick of yours and see if you carried out your first task successfully.”
I didn’t react straight away, I was taken aback but the quick change in demeanor, and how quickly we were in to our new arrangement. “Now!” she shouted. I reacted this time, pulling my shirt off over my head and kicking off my shoes. I pulled the slacks and boxers off in one, and lastly the socks. She stood for a second, looking me up and down. The discussion, the kiss, the orders and the strip had all resulted in a full on boner. Rachel looked at it, pointed her phone at it and snorted, “I think that’s as big as it actually gets! Maybe that wasn’t you in that photo, that looked like a man’s cock, not a little boys.” She started circling me, still filming, while the cock ridicule sank in.
She got back to the front of me and said, “Follow me.” I was happy to, although naked in the fully lit house, I was walking behind my stunning wife, in dominatrix gear, with her ass swaying back and forth. She led me upstairs to our room and pointed to a chair that was placed next to the bed, “sit!”. It was one of the heavy sturdy metal chairs from one of the garden sets. There are metal support bars welded to the legs in a H form, front to back either side, joined by a cross bar. Hooked around the joint, by climbing style carabiner clips, were some sizable Velcro straps. Hanging from either side, where the back meets the seat, were some real looking, sturdy handcuffs.
I stopped and looked at her, and smiled. She had planned this in advance, and this time had spent on proper bits of kit. She glared, “Stop smiling needle dick, I said sit.” I sat, with a little jump as the metal was cold to the touch. Rachel went to one side and clicked the handcuff closed around my wrist. It was snug, but not too tight. A test pull told me that they were indeed proper cuffs and the chair was as solid and heavy as I had expected. She repeated on the other side and then pulled me feet out. The straps were firmly on the outside of the chair, connected half way back so, when the strong Velcro was closed around my ankles, my legs were spread, exposing my manhood.
I sat, feeling very exposed and very horny. Rachel inspected her work and gave a satisfying nod. She walked to the dresser and picked something up. It looked like a toy wand. As she walked back she started speaking, “You have already been a bit slow to react to instruction, which will not be tolerated, but more importantly you failed your very first task.” I looked at her, not being able to think what she meant. “My message instructed that All hair be shaved, and while this does not mean the hair on your head, it does mean everywhere else. I can see hair here.” She pointed the wand thing toward my left armpit, making contact just on my chest. There was a cracking noise and a sharp jolt of pain shot through me. It was like someone had stretched a hard rubber band and let go against my skin, it hurt and the needles type tingle that followed was most unpleasant.
I shouted out in pain. Very calmly, she said, “Oh, yes, this is my new toy. I decided to do away with that little leather crop, and modernize. Apparently, electric shock treatment is an excellent behavior modifier. It’s like a little cattle prod.” She said with a little laugh, “Now, where were we? Ah, yes, where else did you miss?” She prodded and shocked next to my other arm pit, then the middle of my chest, where I had a small patch of hair. She was saying, “Here, oh, here as well, not good enough!” I shouted out, “Rachel, it hurts, please stop. I’m sorry, I’ll shave better.”
“I think I need some more mental enforcement,” and looked down at my legs. She shocked both calves and both thighs, all with the same painful effect. “Now when I say, shave everywhere in the future, it’s every hair below the nose. Understood?”
“Yes, M’am,” I said with a bit of a grimace from the lingering pain. “About time you showed some proper respect. Oh, have we lost someone?” She was looking down, with the pain and lack of focus, my erection had disappeared. She moved the wand in, and I flinched, but there was no shock, there must be a button. Then she lifted my flaccid penis with the wand and slid down to my scrotum. “Is that hair?” she said. “No,” I shouted, sure that I had it all, but crack, she hit the button, the shock made me feel sick as the pain shot through me, she had electrocuted my balls. “My mistake,” she said, “you did a good job there at least.” She was giggling, I was not.
Rachel then knelt down in front of me and took my penis in her hand and started slowly stroking her hand back and forth. “Let’s get this big and hard again,” she said. I took a minute, only because of the pain from the wand shock, but the time that had passed since she had touched me down there and how long it was since I had last cum, my erection quickly returned. She lent forward and took it in her mouth, as her warm lips closed around it, I felt my cock throbbing and get to full hardness, and fast. I started to think that I was going to blow my load already when she pulled back.
She looked up at me, still holding my penis, “You know, over these last 2 weeks I have been over so many emotions. I was raging angry with you and wanted nothing more than to take revenge and hurt you, then I felt guilty that I had not fulfilled your fantasies and had made you look elsewhere for your thrills.” I only answered, “I didn’t…” and she raised a finger, “I’ve said that we are not discussing whether you did or didn’t.” About then, the alarm on her phone started to sound, she stood up and went over to it on the dresser and turned it off. She turned back to me, but she suddenly seemed a little flustered and breathless. “Anyway, I flip-flopped back and forth between anger and guilt, but then decided I should hold on to both, and use them to express our new relationship.”
Rachel stood looking at me for a few seconds, then nodded to herself, before grabbing a long housecoat from the bed. Putting it on, she headed toward the bedroom door. Leaving me strapped to the chair and with my hard on raging, still close to the edge, I was now confused. “Rache, where are you going? Are you going to unlock me?” but there was no answer, she just closed the door behind her. I then sat there in silence, wondering what was going on. I tried to listen but, other than occasional noises, I couldn’t make anything else. At one point, I thought I had heard the front door, it went through my head that she had gone out and left me locked to the chair, but then there were other noises.
I was probably left there for over 30 minutes, my dick had gone soft, and I was feeling uneasy about whatever was going on. There was then increased noise, which I was certain was Rachel on the stairs, then her approaching the door and opening it. I looked to my right, she was there, still in the housecoat, with one hand on the door. She spoke, a little shakily again, “so Dave, I mentioned that I both wanted revenge and wanted to give you your fantasies, so we are going straight to the top of your list and testing both of our limits!” She reached her left hand back out of the doorway and then walked in holding hands with a man!
My mind was not taking in what I was seeing, Rachel was walking a man in to our bedroom, and I was frozen for a second. I then went to move, to stand up, only then remembering that I was securely locked to the chair. “Rachel, what are you doing?” my voice had gone up to a screech, as I looked between her and the man. The next thunderbolt then hit me, I knew him! Jesus Christ, I was strapped completely naked to a chair in my own bedroom, and my wife had then walked in with Chris. I was in utter panic and didn’t know what to do. As I looked at him, and he looked at me, I just muttered, “oh my god, oh my god,” several times.
To explain, Chris is actually one of our employees at the company. He works in the warehouse and from all of my encounters, I know that he is a really nice guy. He stands at just over 6 feet tall and a good build, without being overly muscular and, yes, he is black. I couldn’t focus on one thing, I’m naked, an employee is seeing me naked, my wife has brought a black man in to our bedroom, while I am naked. I was still muttering, “oh my god.”
“Be quiet, Dave,” Rachel said. I looked at her, “what the fuck, Rachel?” She glared, “don’t you dare answer me back. I told you to be quiet.” I stopped talking, feeling chastened, and glanced at Chris, who was looking very uneasy. “Right. We made a verbal contract that this is my relationship to rule, and you will do whatever I want, whenever I want. When I decided that we were going to give our relationship another chance, I went back over your list of fantasies and what stood out was your ultimate desire to see me take a black cock and turn you in to cuckold. Yes or no answer, Dave, is that what you said?” All I could say was the truth, “yes,” although the reality was now scaring me.
“Well, looking at your massive collection of Interracial Porn and the massive number of black cocks you have seen on screen, I decided that you would enjoy this, and it will help me with the revenge feeling that I can’t shake.” I cut in, “but, Chris from work! What were you thinking?” She looked at him and then back at me, “I did have to consider that situation, but I don’t know any other black men and I certainly wasn’t going to invite a stranger in here. Chris is a good guy, he’s honest, and I know that he can keep a secret. Can’t you Chris?”
He spoke for the first time since walking in to the room, “er, yes, sure, but I’m feeling a bit off about it at the minute.” He was shifting slightly on his feet. “I know,” Rachel responded, “and so am I. Dave certainly is,” she said with a stifled giggle, “but I have given you assurances.” She turned back to me, “I approached Chris at work about this, and obviously he was shocked at first, and I think he thought it was some type of trick, but I eventually assured him and asked him to come here tonight to help us out. He was worried that you might dismiss him if you weren’t happy with him, but I told him that you can’t. Despite you pretending to be the boss, I actually own the company, and I own you, so you aren’t able to get rid of him. Isn’t that right?! I just nodded.
Chris likes his job and will soon be enjoying a raise, so has promised to keep our activities a secret, I’ve given him a bit more security as well. A clip of your statement that you want to be cuckolded and want to see me screwing a big black cock.” She was not only giving him ammunition, in case of reprisals, she was humiliating me at the same time, I sighed, feeling defeated and not knowing what to do. If I was a real man, then I would have fought my way out of the chair or argued back or demanded release, but I did none.
“So Chris,” she said, “Dave has been obsessed with Black Penis’s for years and, I have to admit, he has me intrigued, so can you show us?” Her voice was cracking again, and I knew she was nervous. It didn’t surprise me, her language was beyond any level that she had used regularly, and she was taking the lead in a serious sexual situation. Chris looked at her, “you just want me to strip?”
“Oh, sorry, that’s probably a bit pushy. Dave’s already naked, but let me help. She undid and dropped the housecoat to the floor. Another push forward in her attitude, she was now stood in front of a relative stranger in her leather basque, skimpy panties and stockings. Chris looked her up and down and smiled, “wow, Mrs R, you ain’t kidding around.”
Chris was just in sweatpants and a T-shirt. He took his top off and kicked off his training shoes, then he paused, before pushing down his pants and pushing them off. I couldn’t help myself, all I could do was look at his cock, I heard Rachel’s breath catch as well. He wasn’t a massive porn star size, but he was hanging flaccid at probably around 6-7 inches. It was also thick, way thicker than mine. I looked at Rachel, she had gone flushed in the cheeks and had a weird smile, without taking her eyes off of Chris’s cock, she just said, “nice!”
Then she broke her trance and looked up at him, “Chris, I’m sorry for staring but, other than Dave, this is the first real,…. penis, I have seen.” Chris looked surprised and cut in, “Seriously?”
She nodded, “We got together when we were young, and I was sheltered and inexperienced. I have always been satisfied with his, but he obviously isn’t, so he asked me to experiment, it’s only because of other things he has done to me, without going in to detail, that pushed me to ask you to come her and do this. You’ve got me a bit flustered, now that I’m comparing yours to the little thing between his legs.”
The insult to my size sent the little jolt of humiliation through me. I then noticed that, for the first time, Chris was actually looking directly at me and down at the flaccid 2-3 inches between my legs. My embarrassment doubled, despite the nakedness of both men, and Rachel being in her sexy outfit, I had remained almost totally soft. I looked down and then back at Chris, he had a quizzical but amused look. I wanted the ground to swallow me up, I wanted out, “Rachel, please, stop this!” I said. She looked at me, “I wondered when you would try and back out,” she said, “all the big talk on what you wanted me to do sexually to fulfil your fantasies. All the porn you obsess about and that woman in your photos, but I knew that if it got real, you would try and wimp out. You’re selfish and a cheat. I asked Chris here tonight to scare and humiliate you, I told him that I didn’t know how far it would go, but now he is here, I’m not finished yet, and you will keep quiet, do as you are told, or take the punishment.” I couldn’t respond.
She looked back at Chris, “Can I touch it?” He just nodded, with a smile, “I was hoping you would.” Rachel moved closer, and slowly reached her hand toward Chris’s penis. Her hand closed around it, and she just held it for a moment. I watched as Rachel held only her second penis in her hand. The fact that she was doing this in front of me while I was restrained and naked on a chair started to get my blood flowing. I was getting a feeling of excitement, I then started to think about it, after my initial shock and panic, was I starting to enjoy this? Did I actually want this in reality, not just porn fed fantasy?
Rachel spoke, which broke my little trance, “It’s so,…. thick and heavy.” I was watching as she very slightly started to move her hand, Chris’s cock was also starting to respond, growing a little longer. Then she shocked me, “Dave, you have to feel this!” she said, I looked at her, my eyes must have been popping, but, as per my previous instruction, I kept quiet. “Seriously, you will feel this,” she continued, “both of us have been holding that thing of yours for years, thinking it was a real cock, but you need to feel the difference. That’s ok, isn’t it, Chris?” He didn’t look 100% positive, but shrugged and said, “I suppose.”
She picked up the key for the handcuffs from the dresser and walked over to me, she unlocked my right hand and stepped away again. Chris took her place next to me, his cock was now partially erect, pointing straight out and was almost at my eye level, just a couple of feet away. It looked bigger, now it was closer, probably around 8 inches long and thick. He was also pretty much clear of hair around his cock and balls. He edged a bit closer, and I could smell him, he smelt musky, like a man, but not unpleasant. Obviously, I had never touched another man’s penis, but I realized that it was going to happen now. I had seen so many big black cocks in porn, but having this one right in front was different. I know that I am not gay, I have no attraction to men, I wouldn’t want to kiss or cuddle a man, but I was transfixed by this impressive cock in front of me.
I reached out and took hold of it, the difference between this penis and my own was instantly evident. The heft in my hand, it felt heavy, I closed my hand around it tighter and the girth was impressive. I can almost hide my own hard dick in my hand, but this was way more than that. I could feel the muscle and sinews inside it and started to think about how it would feel for Rachel if he pushed this thing inside her. The cock in my hand seemed so powerful to me and I didn’t seem to want to let go, I was frozen there holding it. That added with the thoughts of this weapon terrorizing my beautiful wife started to have an effect on me, which Rachel noticed, “Dave, do you realize that holding another man’s penis is turning you on?” I looked at her, she was looking down at my penis, which was now erect. The thoughts I was having and holding this big hard cock had made me stiff. I was humiliated again, to them, it seemed I had got excited just by touching him.
I let go, but it was too late, as while I had been holding Chris’s cock, Rachel had filmed me with her phone. “I was just filming to humiliate you about touching another cock, but seeing you hypnotized by it and getting stiff, that’s a real keeper. Chris, I’ll send you a copy if you want some extra job security,” she laughed. I hoped that she was joking, but I couldn’t tell. “Could you lock him back in the cuff please, Chris.” she, asked. He did, a little tighter than she had. He looked back at her.
She took a beat, then putting her left arm across her chest, she reached under it with her right hand and unzipped the basque. She held it there for a second, then pulled it away, revealing her naked upper body. I hadn’t seen her naked for a couple of weeks and realized what I had missed. She has D Cup breasts, with no hint of droop, and perfect sized nipples which were, right now, very erect. She does not have a super skinny waist, but she still tapers in to create a cracking figure. She was now stood just in skimpy panties and hold up stockings, and still in the high heels.
Chris had turned back to look at her, he said, “Jeez, you’re as hot as we imagined.”
“We?” she asked.
“Yeah, they guy’s at work. You’re a regular point of discussion, how hot you always look, how lucky the boss man is! They would not believe what I am looking at right now.” He was smiling and shaking his head.
Rachel picked up on the comment, “If I can make you happy, will you promise not to tell?” She had a little pout on.
“Are you offering what I’m thinking?” I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. He was stroking his cock, which was now pointing further up, but luckily, didn’t seem to be getting any bigger.
She put on a sultry voice, “well I want to investigate this further and I realize that you’re naked, as is my little Dave, so I’ll even things up and see where this goes.” With that, she slipped her thumbs in to the side of her panties and pushed them down to the floor. She stepped a foot out and spread her feet slightly and just stood to be admired.
She was now stood in just stockings and heels, with a freshly trimmed landing strip of pubic hair. She looked stunning, Chris whistled, and I just sat there, sticking to my rule of saying nothing but with my mind racing about what would happen next.
What did happen was that Rachel spoke, not to me, but to him. She said, “I know this started off weirdly, but I explained my reasons for starting down this road. It was to test Dave’s limits and for me to explore mine, but here we are, we have now seen each other naked and I have to be honest, I want to go a little further, but I am nervous. I, we, have never done anything like this before.”
Chris, stepped to her, “Rachel, I didn’t know what to think when you first approached, I would have thought it was a prank, but you were so nervous and rambling on, I’m glad I came here though because it has become clear what you are trying to do, plus I get to see you like that!” he looked her up and down, and she laughed nervously. He carried on, “now you’re the boss, so why don’t you sit on the bed and tell me what you want to do.” He took her hand while saying that and moved her to the edge of the bed, right in front of me, she sat down. “If you want me to leave now, then no problem, if you want something else, then it’s up to you.”
Rachel looked up at him and smiled, “Thank you, Chris.” She then looked back at his big hard cock, which was right in front of her, then looked at me. “Well, this is clearly turning Dave on,” I was still stiff, “I know I am turned on, so I’m going to take the opportunity that presents itself.” With that, she took hold of his cock and started pumping it slowly back and forth, he let out a satisfied sigh. She was just focused on her task, building up some speed. He was slightly to the side of her, and she had swiveled on the bed so that I could see what was happening. She said, “Dear god, Dave, this thing feels massive, so different to yours.” The insult was meant, but the humiliation gave me a pang of excitement, I was watching my beautiful wife pumping away at a younger man’s big black cock, in my own bedroom, while I could do nothing about it. I was being cuckolded and it was turning me on.
She continued to pump away at it, now with both hands, which again demonstrated the difference between me and him. She moved closer and asked, “is that your natural smell or are you wearing something?”
“All me, baby,”he said with a smile.
“God, just the smell is making me horny!” She then did something I wasn’t totally expecting, she lent forward and took the head of his cock in her mouth. It was a bit of a shock because she insists that giving blowjobs is a chore and not enjoyable for her, and now, here she was with Chris’s mushroom tip in her mouth, only minutes after starting a hand job.
She pulled back, “I’m sorry, I can’t resist,” she said looking up at him. He just nodded and said, “no problem, whatever you want.” She didn’t even look at me, she just engulfed as much of his cock in her mouth as she could.
Obviously she’s not used to anything of that size being in her mouth so, probably half was still in her hand, but she seemed to be doing a good job pumping the bottom half, while sucking away at the top. She was moaning, a contented moan, all the time. Chris was clearly enjoying it and my cock was throbbing, I was so horny and turned on, watching my previously vanilla wife, gobbling away at a big black cock. She kept going, after a minute or so Chris reached down and took her breast in his hand and started squeezing, Rachel didn’t flinch. They carried on, her sucking and pumping and him squeezing and rolling her nipple, and I sat there with a throbbing cock, which I couldn’t touch, totally mesmerized by what was happening. I was enjoying what I was seeing, but I couldn’t wait for it to finish so that I could get off this chair, lesson learned, and enjoy my wife for myself.
I don’t know how long they carried on for but, Rachel then took him out of her mouth, still pumping though, “You haven’t cum yet, am I doing it okay, are you not enjoying it?”
“Are you kidding, you’re doing great, you’re gorgeous, and I’m rock hard, why would you think I wasn’t enjoying it?”
She looked across at me, she had dribble running down her chin and her eyes looked a little glazed, “Well, Dave’s never lasted more than a few minutes.” I don’t know if she was really worried about her performance or was just a set-up to insult me, but then Chris dropped his first insult to me, “no baby, real men can last, even with a hot Miss like you.”
She took him straight back in to her mouth, but only for a minute or so more, before she pulled back and let go of his cock. Both hands went to the bed, either side of her, and her back was completely straight, she said, “oh god, oh god, oh god.”
Chris asked, “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know what to do,” she said, “This has already gone further than I expected, I was intent on scaring and humiliating Dave with a bit of a floor show, nothing more. Now we are here, I am so turned on, I think I want more, but don’t know if I can go further.” She was visually quivering, looking at the floor, not either of us. I knew what she was saying about taking it further and wasn’t sure how I felt either. I was tempted to break the rules and speak, to suggest that she stop if unsure. It would also hasten my exit from this chair, to be rid of Chris and get with my wife.
He spoke first, though. “Like I said, whatever you want. Stop if you need. No problem.” Rachel looked up at him, his hand was on her shoulder, she put hers on top. I noticed that her hips were subtly gyrating and clenching. Her legs had been close together since she sat on the bed, but they very slowly started to open until I could see her trimmed pubic hair and the opening to her pussy, she was inviting him in. He was stood to her right, as she opened her legs, she reached to his right hand and pulled it towards her opening vagina. Chris took the invite and moved his hand down towards her. As it closed in, my breath caught in my throat, I went to speak but nothing came out. I looked and Rachel was looking me right in the eyes, with a very focused expression, then Chris’s hands must have reached their destination as her eyes fluttered, and she inhaled sharply.
From my position I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but I knew when he pushed his fingers inside her, the dual sound of her moan and the slopping of her clearly wet pussy. I chastised myself as I don’t think I had ever heard it so wet with me. In fairness, this was a marathon session for her, I would have been finished much earlier. The moaning, sounds and manipulations were getting to me again, I was imagining his big fingers pushing inside her. I was still surprised that she had gone this far, I know that I suggested it one time and I know that she was either teaching me a lesson or trying to give me what I wanted, but still, my wife was naked with another man, a younger, black man, who worked for us, in our bedroom, letting him finger fuck her, after sucking his cock, and she was making me watch.
Teaching me a lesson or treating me, I was stunned by the events and horny beyond belief. I hadn’t cum for over 2 weeks, and was being treated to a live interracial porn show, with my wife as the star. I needed my hands free, I couldn’t take much more, I needed to take the jerk or two that it would take to make me cum.
Unfairly, Rachel was back to jerking Chris’s cock, while he still had his fingers in her pussy. She was moaning more and more and twitching, then she did it, I didn’t think she would, but she threw herself back on the bed, and shouted at Chris, “Fuck it, I need it inside me!”
“Sure?” he asked
“Yes, I’ve never felt like this, I’ve got to have it, just to feel it, I feel like I’m going to explode.” She pulled him on top of her, I didn’t know what to do, panic set in, I called out, “wait” but the word cracked in my throat and hardly made a sound. Chris seemed to respond, he was over her now and paused, but I watched as Rachel reached between her open legs and grabbed his cock, guiding it towards her open pussy, “slowly,” she said, “your fingers are the biggest thing I’ve ever had in there!”
Another small penis insult! I heard it but was so focused on watching, from between their legs as Rachel guided the head of his cock to her lips, as that contact was made he slowly pushed forward, and she whimpered. That was it, history couldn’t be changed, mine was no longer the only penis ever to enter my wife. From those few feet away, I watched as Chris’s cock pushed further in to Rachel’s pussy, spreading her glistening lips wider, she shouted, “Oh, dear god!” and he began to slowly pump in and out.
I watched on as he steadily increased his rhythm and, every few strokes, seemed to push a little deeper. The noises were increasing, the bed was reacting to the increasing effort that was going on, on top, Chris was quietly grunting here and there, he also muttered comments about how good it felt and how tight she was, and Rachel was moaning almost constantly. Not the fake repetitive moans that you hear on almost every porn shoot, but a deep, satisfied breathless moan which increased with his increase in thrusts.
The earlier slow pace and gentle motion had now gone and the two of them were enjoying full on hard rhythmical fucking, while I sat and watched his big cock slide in and out of her, and his balls swaying back and forth. The shock that my wife was fucking another man had passed, and I watched on, almost boiling over with lust. Rachel suddenly started muttering, repeating “oh god!” while getting loader, this went on for 10 to 15 seconds, then she screamed out, and started shaking. Her legs were spread wide around Chis and her feet had been on the bed, but they were now up in the air and both legs were visibly quivering, her arms were now tightly around Chris’s back, squeezing.
Chris slowed his pace, but she went on shaking for another good amount of time, she was now just repeating, “fuck, fuck, fuck…,” then, “what the fuck?” you could hear that was a real question, not a statement. Chris stopped and pushed himself up, looking down at her, I couldn’t see, but I assume he looked confused because I could hear it in his voice when he said, “you came baby!” Other than muttering some more profanity, she lay there for a while before saying, “don’t fucking stop now!” but Chris pulled out, which made her gasp He said, “Get on your knees,” she looked up at him for a second, then scrambled up on to her hands and knees, this time she was side on to me.
She was in profile, her fantastic tits were now hanging down, and her back was slightly dipped as she presented herself to him. She flicked her hair to one side and looked back as he maneuvered himself around behind her. Now he was in profile and all I could look at was his big fat cock sticking straight out. I looked on with my mouth open, I was intrigued because Rachel had never enjoyed doggie style, she claimed it didn’t do anything for her, but here she was, about to do it right in front of me with another man.
I watched as he pushed in to her, steadily and all the way, until his hips met her butt. Having watched in profile, I couldn’t comprehend how deep he must be inside her and how she must feel. She answered by gasping for breath as he went deeper, which ended in short, fast pants of ‘oh’. Clearly it was my penis that ‘did nothing for her’ doggie style. This one clearly did. “Are you good?” he asked, she just muttered, something like, “I don’t….I’ve never…..hell, yes, do it.” He pulled back, it must have been almost to the tip, and pushed back hard in to her, she gasped, on his second stroke she orgasmed again. Her whole body shook, her arms gave way and her face planted in to the bed, which muffled her scream, this time though Chris didn’t stop, he kept pounding away.
His hips were slapping against her ass, faster and faster, and she continued to shake for 20 to 30 seconds before struggling back on to her elbows. She turned her head back and said, “I don’t think I can take much more!”
Chris said, “I can stop if you want but, babe, I’m getting close.”
“Really, then you can finish, but let me on to my back again, and don’t cum inside me, I’m not protected.” That was music to my ears, whatever she was feeling about the encounter, she was thinking straight about pregnancy. Chris’s responsewas “Really, and you let me go bareback? You’re one hell of a woman,” he chuckled, “don’t worry, I have enough control, I can pull out.”
For me the side profile, doggie style, fuck had driven me to the edge. Watching his big black cock sawing in and out of her, imaging how deep it was going inside her, watching her fantastic ass bounce as his hips made contact, it was melting my mind. I had been pulling at the cuffs, without thinking about it, to try and reach my cock. I needed stimulation, but got none.
They were now back in missionary position, but with Rachel’s legs up in the air. Despite saying that she couldn’t take much more, and him saying he was almost done, he carried on fucking her for about 10 minutes, no complaints from her, she actually orgasmed again, but not as big as before. The whole time, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. A repetitive scene like this, from one visual position, in porn would have been skipped forward a long time ago, but I couldn’t stop watching. I thought I was going to explode, and my head was spinning. I wanted him to finish and leave, to give her a chance to calm down and release me, so that we could be together
Then Chris said, “Ok, I cumming.” Rachel looked up at him as he pulled out, “Cum on me, I want to see it.” On her? that was a shock, she hated the feeling of cum on her!
He had no second thoughts and grabbed his cock and started pumping, it only took a second and the first spurt shot out of his cock and hit her in the face, on the cheek. She shrieked, I think it took her by surprise as she was used to my spurt going a couple of inches and then dribbling, but Chris’s second spurt went nearly as far and laced down between her breasts, and he continued to pump on to her stomach, pump after pump, an unbelievable amount. Rachel was lying, with her head raised and cum on her cheek, watching and half laughing as this ocean of fluid poured on to her stomach.
I had become so unbelievably horny that, watching the culmination of this erotic session, I came as well. Unfortunately, with no physical stimulation, my ejaculation was way less spectacular. My cock was bouncing back and forth as cum started to seep out of the top, and I had a desperate need to grab hold and pump, like Chris was doing over my wife, but couldn’t, so it just seeped out. It was like my balls just overflowed. I have mentioned before the agony of a ruined orgasm, but this was the worst, it was almost physically painful, it was definitely mentally painful. I had been so turned on by watching my wife get screwed by a big cock, that I had cum, but now there was a tinge of regret and jealously at how much she had enjoyed it.
Rachel spoke, “Wow, that’s a lot!”
“I know,” he said, “it’s been a little while for me, that’s why I finished quicker than I wanted as well. Sorry.”
“Are you kidding, you almost killed me!” she laughed, “once penetration starts, sex normally lasts no more than 5 minutes.” Now they both laughed, at me.
I couldn’t believe what I was watching, shy Rachel, who didn’t like being seen naked, certainly not by anyone but me, and claimed to be body concious, was propped on her elbows, naked, with her legs still slightly spread, talking to the naked, near stranger, who was kneeling on the bed near her feet.
Having done what they had for the last 30-40 minutes, or however long it was, I suppose that I can’t be surprised that she wasn’t conscious of her nakedness in front of him. What did surprise me was, she hated the feeling of the slightest bit of ejaculate being left on her skin, any longer than it has to, it was always quickly wiped off, yet here she was in this prone position, with a cup load sitting on her stomach, between her breasts and still some sitting on her cheek, and she couldn’t give a shit.
She smiled at him and just said, “Thank you.” He was getting to his feet and broke in to a big grin, “My pleasure, any time,” he said, and laughed. I looked at his cock, it was no longer pointing out, more down, but it hadn’t lost much of its length or girth. At that point he must have being doing the same thing, because he said, “Shit boss, did you cum from watching us? Hands free!” I looked down at my now shrunken penis. In this seated position, it looked about a 1 inch nub and my cum was sitting on and around it. I suddenly felt pathetic trapped there with my humiliation on show, he summarized that humiliation by then stating, “Shit, where’s your dick?”
My face was on fire and I couldn’t answer, I didn’t know what I could say. Rachel let out a chuckle, “I know, right! He’s a shrinker!” Another one to the heart. “Are you alright to show yourself out? You can use the downstairs bathroom, by the door, if you want to clean up, and help yourself to any food or drink in the kitchen before you go. I should clean up, up here. Chris acknowledged, picked up his clothes in a bundle, and headed toward the door. Rachel then did something that shocked me as much as anything that went before, she stood, thanked him again, and pulled his head down to her and kissed him, deeply. Even after the sex, I was shocked that she did that, she considered kissing intimate, but she had her tongue entwined with his, right in front of me.
When they broke off he just made a positive sounding grunt and walked out of the room, naked, in my house, clothes in hand.
Rachel turned and walked towards me, “My god, Dave, that was incredible. I can’t believe I did that, I didn’t think I would go that far, I didn’t think he would!” I had come down from the high of watching the personal sex show and was reeling a bit from my humiliation so snapped back at her, I didn’t shout, but my voice was angry, “Of course he would, you offered yourself on a plate to him, what straight male would refuse that, plus you humiliated me in front of one of my employees, don’t send him those photo’s of me. He’ll be doing a Show and Tell on Monday, I’ll be finished. So will you, he’ll tell everyone about what you did and how he left you covered in his cum, which is still all over you. Now can you please let me out of this chair.”
I looked up at her to see rage in her eyes. She looked down at herself and, probably to spite me as she hated the taste of mine, took a dollop of the cum that had yet to dry, and licked it off her finger, made a yum sound, and turned and headed for the bathroom, leaving me still cuffed to the chair. I called out, “Rachel, stop, let me out.” but she went in and shut the door. I heard the shower start and realized I was still going nowhere. With no other stimulation, I started to feel that ache in my legs, butt, shoulders and arms from being stuck in the chair. It must have been about 30 minutes, it seemed much longer, before she came out wrapped in a towel, hair still wet. She picked up the earlier discarded house coat and put it on over the towel, before turning her back, to hide herself, as she slipped the towel off and did up the housecoat.
I asked her, in a bit of a whiny voice, “Please let me out of the chair, I’m aching all over and I want to be with you, I need you.” She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, “I’m glad to see that your little outburst is over. Any more and you will stay in that chair all night. Understand?” I thought and nodded, I couldn’t cope with being here much longer.
“I don’t think that’s how you address me, is it?” she asked.
Was she serious, after this whole evening and what she had been doing, was she still playing the dominant. I guessed so, from the stare I received, “Yes M’am, sorry M’am. No more outbursts…., M’am”, she nodded. “Now listen.”
She proceeded to remind me that we had made an agreement earlier, that she was in total control and would do whatever she wanted. That I had agreed to this in a verbal contract and that I could leave, with nothing, if I wanted. She reminded me that she already owned the company, and she had enough evidence against me to win a divorce hearing, if I wanted to fight in court. She also reminded me that everything that had happened, was something that I had specifically asked for. She pointed out that there was clear physical evidence that I had enjoyed the evening. Furthermore, she told me in, no uncertain terms, that unless I wanted to leave, any future disobedience would be met with severe punishment. I was asked to agree and acknowledge, which I grudgingly did. I was caught, there was nothing wrong in what she said, and I had to admit, there was a lot about this evening that I had enjoyed.
She then stood and went to the dressing table, “OK, let’s get you sorted out,” thank god, I thought, she’s going to let me out. She picked some things off the dressing table, one was her phone, plus a towel and a couple of other ‘clinking’ objects.
“Regarding your outburst, I have total faith that Chris will keep our secret. We had an agreement and I made him some promises. He will not tell a soul. Regarding you ‘ordering’ me not to send the pictures, I am disappointed that you think you can tell me what to do.” She then used her phone to take another picture of me, then a close up of my nub of a cock, with dried cum over it. She then tapped at her phone, “Rachel, please don’t,” I begged. She looked at me and I heard the sound of a sent message.
“Pleading might have gotten you somewhere, if you’d addressed me properly! Now Chris has those 2 shots, plus you holding and drooling over his big fat dick. I am happy to send them as I trust him. It’s part of the humiliation that you desire and certainly deserve, every time you see him at work you will picture his beautiful cock and what he did with it, and you’ll know what pictures he has of you and what he has seen. Plus, you’ll never be able to retaliate.”
“Now let me clean you up,” she knelt down in front of me, putting everything on the floor. One of the things were wet wipes, which she used to gently wipe the dried cum from my lap. She was talking while she did it, “I told you earlier that I didn’t know how far that would go, and it may have been just a bit of nudity and petting to humiliate you, but, once I was close to him, could smell him, touch and smell his penis, I couldn’t stop. I’ve known him a while but once he was naked, I couldn’t resist, he was so manly, everything about him, and his cock was magnificent. The feel, the taste, and once it was inside me, my god, it went to places that you have never been near.” She was now drying me with the towel.
“I know I thanked Chris, but really I should thank you. You were absolutely right, the excitement of a big cock, the contrast of black on white, the fact that we were not really satisfying each other, it was all true. You know I wasn’t on board, but you gave me that push, to take over our sex lives and do whatever I want. It may have been just a tease, but this went way further, and I’m not finished just yet.” She looked up at me, “I’m not letting that be a one off, I’m doing that again and soon, and you’re going to wait for me and be my little caged cuckold.” She picked something off the floor, which was my CB-6000s chastity cage.
“No, Rachel, er..M’am, not now. I need to be with you, I need to release, not the cage, not now, please.” I begged.
“First, I have been very well satisfied, so I don’t need this,” she said flicking my penis, “second, you came while watching your fantasy, me and a big black cock,” I cut in, “that was like a ruin!” She shrugged, “don’t care, and third, I want you to wear it so that you can’t play with yourself, you pervert.”
With that hurtful comment, she proceeded to fit the cage, attach the lock and click it shut.
Once I was locked, she undid all the cuffs and allowed me to get up from the chair. I was very stiff and stretched as I stood. “Are you okay?” she asked. “I’m stiff, and my butt aches, but I’ll be fine.” I said.
“Good. Now, I am done in, so I am going to get in to bed. You can use the bathroom if you need, then go and make sure everything is tidy and locked up downstairs. Bring me a cold drink up, when you come back up, I’m very thirsty. Then I think a cuddle in bed would be nice, don’t you.”
I did, “Yes, please. Thank you M’am.” I said, heading for the door.
She smiled, “Thanks babe, I love you.” Despite her taking charge of our lives, cuckolding me while screwing another man in front of me, and threatening me with obedience or divorce before locking my cock in a chastity cage, the offer of a cuddle before calling me babe and confirming that she still loved me made my heart flutter, and I just wanted to get my jobs done and get back to her.
I rushed around downstairs, naked of course, and used the downstairs bathroom for a much-needed pee, which I obviously had to do sitting down because of the cage, before rushing back up to the room. I put her drink down on her table before climbing in. I knew that I probably wasn’t getting anything from her by way of sexual satisfaction, but held a faint faint hope. No such luck, but she did slide straight over and put her head on my chest, her hand rested on my leg, inches from the cage, which made my penis jump with the feeling of her touch. I put my arm round her and squeezed, she sighed, “There’s nothing like a loving cuddle after being screwed like that. Thanks Babe.” and she was probably asleep in seconds.
While I lay holding her, I considered my situation, and maybe it wasn’t too bad after all. I had watched so much interracial cuckold porn and fantasized about being dominated and humiliated. I had admitted it all to Rachel, and while she didn’t exactly have the facts straight, I had messed around a bit myself, with Hayley, so allowing Karma to give Rachel the nudge she needed to take action and throw my fantasies back in my face.
She had hoped that it was both enjoyment and punishment for me, which it was. I think that I did trust Chris not to divulge what had happened, plus, now that I knew what was coming, watching him satisfy my wife that way again would be so hot. I had also wanted the experience of being locked up for longer than a couple of days, and that looked like it might happen, but as I was already horny as hell, I hoped that it wouldn’t be long before she proved her point and released me. All in all, I was living a piece of my fantasy life, so would run with it for now, without complaint. With that comfort about my situation, I drifted off to sleep.
The next day, Rachel lay down some rules. I would wear joggers and a Tee Shirt around the house, unless she wanted me naked, or I was carrying out slave tasks. During those times she would be M’am. Other times, and obviously at work, she was Rachel. She expected complete obedience, otherwise there would be punishment. To add to the cattle prod, she had bought a paddle, having seen a video of a cheating husband being punished with one. She gave me a one shot demonstration, ‘for perspective’, which stung like you wouldn’t believe, so I didn’t fancy that. Other punishments would be tasks created to humiliate me more than ever before.
She did, in a very causal and chatty way, admit that the size of Chris’s manhood had surprised her and, while it felt unbelievable, once she was used to it, it was an amazing and very new experience. She was now feeling sore as a result of their evening together. It’s not surprising considering the difference in size, pace, duration, etc. over what she was used to. She reaffirmed that it would happen again, but she might leave it a little while. I offered that, if she wasn’t ready for him but needed some level of satisfaction, that I needed it too, and we could help each other. She politely declined.
During the next week at work was pretty normal, other than spending the whole time in the chastity cage. I felt embarrassed, almost as if people must know I had it on. I especially felt awkward when Hayley came to see me about one of the clients, I scooted my chair right up under the desk as if she would notice the bulge of the cage if not. I’m sure she wouldn’t! Bathroom breaks had to be timed, hoping for it to be empty, as I would obviously have to use the stall every time. What I definitely did was avoid going down to the warehouse, I couldn’t risk bumping in to Chris, it was too humiliating. We did though pass each other in the foyer late in the week, and he didn’t react at all other than to say Hi, the way he always has. Rachel was in work twice that week, and I spent the whole time fixating on where she was and what she was doing. Was she with Chris? In reality, I know that she wasnt, but I couldn’t help it.
At home, we largely acted like we always had around the house. Chatting, watching some TV, eating together. Her attitude was casual and breezy, other than 3 occasions, when her voice changed to authoritative and commanding. I knew we had switched to dominant mode and did exactly as I was told, including using M’am. I had prepared all the food all week, one evening she felt the food was overcooked, as a punishment I had to strip down and clean the whole kitchen, top to bottom, while she sat with a glass of wine, playing on her phone. The second was a body hair inspection, which provided her evidence of lax shaving routine I tried, to no avail, to explain that there hadn’t been a clear instruction to keep shaved. I was punished with the wand and sent to correct my failings. Also, clearly ordered to follow the no body hair regime from now on. I’m not sure why this was, I have never thought that Rachel had a problem with body hair.
The third time was mid-week. I was ordered to strip and give her a back massage, as she was aching after the gym. I did that with the greatest pleasure. To see her naked body, which had remained hidden from me since the events of last Friday, and to feel her bare skin as I applied the oil and began the massage. I was immediately as hard as the cage would allow, and even more horny than I had been all week. I worked up and down her back for about 30 minutes, with my own back starting to ache from leaning over the bed. She sighed several times and directed me where to work. When working her lower back, I couldn’t resist moving down over her ass and slowly moving to her inner thighs. Her legs were spread slightly, and I worked my right hand in to start making contact with her pussy lips. She sighed and opened her legs slightly, I thought that I was going to be allowed some real sexual contact, then she closed her legs tightly and said, “That’s not for you, unless I say so, next time you touch me there without permission, you’ll get the paddle.” I apologized and moved my hand away, staying horny and chastened.
What I did notice during that week was my devotion to her grew day by day. I decided that I must be a true submissive after all, when she told me what to do I melted a little and felt a throb in my groin. When she gave me orders, I felt pleased to receive them and was desperate to please her with my actions. Just being around her, I constantly wanted physical contact, touching her back or kissing her neck, holding hands, in fact any contact I could make gave me a warm feeling. She noticed, one evening watching something she had chosen I rested my head on her shoulder. After a few minutes, she said, “You have become very affectionate in this new relationship, you’re like a little puppy begging for contact and affection. I like it, and I think you do too.” She was right, I did.
As I mentioned, much of the time was spent acting as normal. So Rachel’s suggestion that we go out for a meal on Friday night was no surprise, we did it quite often. I asked where, she said the name of one of our regular haunts, a nice place without being pretentious, so after work, we got changed and headed out. We were seated at a table in the middle of the restaurant and started studying the menu. When the server arrived, it was a pretty young lady, Chloe, who had served us there before, she greeted us and asked us if we would like drinks while we studied the menu. Before I could respond, Rachel said, “I’ll have a glass of dry white wine, and he’ll just have water, he’s driving. Actually, please bring him a jug.” I was looking at Rachel, slightly surprised, and Chloe paused a beat, glanced at me, then said, “No problem. I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your order.”
As she headed away I went to speak, but only got to say ‘What..’ before Rachel shushed me, quite loudly I thought, with her finger raised, then went back to looking at her menu. I was a bit taken aback but went back to looking at the menu, settling on a steak burger that I had enjoyed before. Chloe returned with the drinks, then the expected question, “Have you decided?” Again, Rachel spoke immediately and with some authority in her voice, “Yes, thank you, Chloe, I will have the Seared Sea Scallops, and he will have the Romaine Salad; I’m watching his weight!” She then took the menu from my hand and passed both back to Chloe, who didn’t hesitate this time, she thanked Rachel and walked away. I sat open-mouthed, but she just started to chat about every day things, as if nothing odd happened. I didn’t say anything, just carried on
During our meals she ordered another wine, then a coffee afterwards, never asking me if I wanted anything different, but encouraged me to keep drinking my water. Toward the end of the meal, I told her that I needed the bathroom, but she stopped me, and in her tone, told me I could wait, because she needed to tell me something, so I stayed put. She then told me that Chris was coming over the next night, and I was to be in position in my chair, by 7pm. I admit that it caught me out a little, but my cock twitched in the cage. She then told me to sit quietly and wait while she had another coffee. She ordered it, waited and drank it, all while messaging and looking at things on her phone. I sat there, mute, with my need to relieve myself growing. By the time she finished I was pretty desperate, she put her phone away and put her hand out, “keys!” I wondered what she was doing, but handed them over. Then she said, “I’m going to wait in the car, don’t move until Chloe arrives with the Check, be sure to address her with the same courtesy and title that you do me. I will ask her to make sure that you do!” and she got up and walked away, I noticed that she stopped Chloe and spoke to her for a good while, before leaving.
I waited, knowing that Rachel was trying to humiliate me, but Chloe didn’t come over for around 10 minutes. I was sure I was going to wet myself, feeling less able to prevent the flow while wearing the cage. When she did arrive, she said, “Your wife said that you will pay the bill?” I knew how I was supposed to answer, “Yes, M’am.” She looked a little embarrassed, “She also said that you enjoy it when women give you orders?” Oh crap, I started to feel my cheeks flush, “Yes M’am.” I wasn’t making eye contact. She paused, before taking a deep breath and putting the Check Wallet in front of me, “In that case, pay this and add 35% tip for me!” I didn’t even look at the bill, just put my card inside and said, “Yes M’am, thank you M’am.” She did a little snort and took the wallet.
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She returned with the card reader, and asked “She told me to add what I liked, I thought I wouldn’t push it. Could I have ordered you to pay any amount?” I sighed and repeated, “Yes, M’am.” Chloe responded, “Huh! In that case, you’d better come back soon, and make sure that you ask for me! Your wife also said that you were desperate for the bathroom and hopefully one of the cubicles is free as you always sit down?” I made eye contact, she looked quizzical but had the biggest grin. “Well, off you go and, good luck.”
“Yes M’am, thank you M’am.” I rushed to the bathroom and luckily a stall was free, I just about made it. I reflected on the embarrassment of the meal being ordered for me and Chloe giving me orders, then finding out that I needed to sit to pee. I noted though, that each humiliation had given me a thrill. I was definitely getting more submissive.
Rachel was waiting in the car and laughing as I got back in. “I enjoyed that,” she said, “I read up online about being a female dominant, that was one of the suggestions, take him out and order his meal for him, make the servers speak only to you and let them know who’s in charge. I added the end part with Chloe because I know you like the humiliation. Did she order you about, did you address her properly?”
“Yes, it was embarrassing.”
She laughed again, “Excellent. I’m going to enjoy this.” She changed her voice. “Now take me home!”
“Yes M’am.” I knew I was in for many more humiliations, which I dreaded on the surface but also quite looked forward to.
To be Continued