This story is written in UK English, it’s only self-edited and since I’m somewhat dyslexic, expect a few gaffs, spelling errors, grammar, just things I simply miss, so either read it or don’t your choice. Please don’t fucking moan about the errors. Nobody is paying me to write this shit so take it or leave it.
And so to the story… this poor bastard is treated really badly, he feels he has to accept it for a while… but look, if you cannot accept it, don’t bother reading it, don’t waste your time.
The warnings are all there in the short description and tags so if you read it and whine like “a real man” don’t waste your time or mine,. you might read my shit, I won’t read yours, capice?
JIM:
I had lost my job, my workplace had been bought by a bigger competitor, they hadn’t bought it to develop it or to continue to make the product. They bought it with the absolute intention to close it down, to better place their own products and so in a community with very few employment options I was going to struggle for an alternative job.
Luckily, my wife Lucy, held a steady job as private secretary to the boss of the medium sized insurance agency where she worked. She earned a good salary, not huge, but enough to see us through until I could get work.
I’m Jim Kelly, and my wife is Lucy, we’d been married for 6 years, still no kids, we had put off having them in the economic situation because we knew the company I worked for was vulnerable to a takeover and if it happened it meant a very unsecure future, exactly what had happened, thank God we only had ourselves to worry about.
I was uncomfortable with my wife being the sole income provider because I really hated her boss, and he held all the power in that company. He had more than once tried to belittle me at company functions, I’d attended with Lucy. What made it worse was that she was fiercely loyal to him, thought I’d misread or misjudged his “sense of fun” when he was “just trying to include me.”
I’ll be honest, I feared that there may be something more personal going on between them. He, James Sheehan, was a tall elegant but well-built man in his late forties, who always seemed tanned and had that flecked grey hair at his temple’s that many women seem to find attractive in a man older than themselves. Lucy was 28 so he was 20 years older, but a real physical specimen who obviously looked after himself and prided himself in his appearance.
Lucy had told me several times that she wasn’t the only lady at the company that found him attractive, indeed she’d actually described him as sexy on more than one occasion. Right now, with me unemployed and him the CEO of his own insurance company, he had everything going for him and I had very little, indeed I had a sense that I may have to travel a distance to find a decent job.
The night I discovered that I’d lost my job, we sat having dinner and I said, “Lucy, I love this town but I’m afraid that I may have to move to find a good job, how would you feel about moving, could you get a job in your company in another town?”
She looked at me as if I had two heads or I had just said something too stupid to be taken seriously, “Jim, I love my job, I could possibly move but not at the same level, it would mean quite a pay cut and I don’t think we can afford that. Besides, I love my job, James is great to work for, I really don’t want to move, in fact, I’m pretty certain I won’t do it honey.”
I looked at her in shock, I thought we were partners, but she was very clearly letting me know that she was not for moving. “Lucy, so do you love that job more than you love me?” I said with a hint of anger.
She looked right back at me, not giving an inch, pushed out her jaw and replied, “I really would have thought that my husband would be capable of holding a job that didn’t mean me giving up a job I love to traipse across the country in the hope you will find something suitable.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I was hearing her view and she’d heard mine, there seemed no common ground, no room for “our way”, she was only interested in her view. My anger was building, and I was about to shout when she said, “I’ll talk to James in the morning and see if he can find something for you with his company.”
“Don’t even go there, I hate you working with him, no way will I….”
“Oh for God’s sake Jim, grow up, beggars can’t be choosers and right now you are a beggar in job terms, you’ll take it and thank him… if James offers you a job, are we clear?”
She had never spoken to me like that, I was briefly shocked then burning with anger. When did my wife turn into this superior bitch? I couldn’t get my head around it and was seething so picked up my car keys and walked out. I started driving with no destination in mind, just putting space between me and my wife. I believe in equality but no wife if mine will talk to me as if I’m an errant child.
I started getting calls which I let ring out, then notifications of messages so I turned my phone off. As my anger wore off, I decided two things, first I wasn’t talking to her tonight and secondly, I couldn’t afford to shack up in a hotel, I was going to have to save what I had for necessities, so I settled in a small parking area near a public park and decided to sleep in the car.
Fatigue took over and I slept but at 1:30 am a knocking came to my car window and a police officer was shining a torch into the car whilst holding a hand on his gun. I woke up pretty swiftly, a weapon close to your head will do that.
He said, “Sir, you cannot park here. Why are you here, have you been drinking?”
“No officer, no drinking tonight, I’ve lost my job today and had a fight with my wife, I’ve nowhere to go this evening, I planned to sleep in my car, I don’t have money for a hotel and don’t want to disturb friends or family at this time of night.”
“Sorry man, it sounds like a rough day, OK my friend, I’ll tell you what, pull your car over behind the big tree over there — that way I never saw you when I drove past, OK? Have a better day tomorrow and sorry for your troubles, but don’t be here tomorrow night, go home and talk it out with her.” And with that he got back behind the wheel and drove away.
Morning light came at about 6:30 and roused me, I had slept but barely, I needed a bed.
I found a diner and ordered coffee and toast and took my time over it. I accepted refills until around 8:30 I decided I could go home, Lucy would have left for work, I was going to avoid her, get some sleep and be ready to have the coming confrontation that evening when she came home.
Of course, I miscalculated, she had been worried about my disappearance, had called her boss and got the morning off and was in the house when I got home. Her car was in the garage, and I’d parked in the driveway so didn’t realise she was at home so when I walked in, I was not prepared for what greeted me.
“How fucking dare you do that to me you thoughtless bastard, I’ve been so worried about you all night, I thought you might be dead. I called the hospitals within 50 miles, I called the police, I called your mother and father and some friends I thought you may have gone to see, so it’s not just me, everyone is concerned where my lunatic husband skulked off to. You have a lot of making up to do Mister and you can start by moving your things into the spare bedroom, I will not be treated that way. Do you understand?”
“I’ll tell you what I understand Lucy, since I lost my job yesterday, you are speaking to me as if I’m worthless, that you will call all the shots. I won’t live like that, I’m warning up, stop pushing me.” I growled at her.
“Really Jim? What are you going to do? Don’t you get it? You left me to worry about you all night, I’m your wife for God’s sake, no matter what you think I care about you, and you callously left me to worry, ignored my calls and texts and now your huffing because I’m annoyed? Well fuck you Mister, two can play at the silent treatment, I don’t want you in my bed until things are sorted out.”
And so started the cold war, neither of us spoke to the other for three days. On day four Lucy came home with take away just for herself. Just before bedtime she looked at me and said, “You have an interview for a job with James tomorrow at 10:30, don’t even think of not going or we are finished.”
With that she stomped off to bed, not waiting for any discussion, ultimatum given. I wondered what I should do. It was true I didn’t like being treated as she’d been treating me since I’d lost my job, I seemed to have lost importance to her by becoming unemployed even if I’d only lost my job because the company had been bought over and closed down. It was nothing that I had done.
My other issue is that I hated Lucy’s boss James and he was to interview me. He made fun of me at their company events previously and what had irritated me most was that Lucy had laughed right along with him. That had stung and had made me wonder if there was more than a working relationship between them, though that may have been in my head. I had no proof of anything, just suspicion and a strong dislike for him and stronger dislike that she could see no wrong in him and seemed to find him belittling me funny.
I decided only at breakfast that I would go to the interview, no matter the rocky spell with Lucy, I didn’t want to lose her, so I would bite the bullet and go see James. I did need a job, but I hated the idea of working under him, so I just dressed casually and didn’t bother shaving.
JIM, LUCY AND JAMES
At 10:27 I walked into the part of the office where Lucy worked, just outside James’s office. She wasn’t at her desk, but I heard her laughing inside his office. What heard next made my blood run cold, I heard James say to her, “Is the little jobless cuckold here yet, Lucy?” and again I heard her laugh and reply, “Let me check James.”
Lucy emerged from the office and did a double take when she saw me. “For fuck sake Jim, you are dressed for the bar, not an interview, you haven’t shaved, what the fuck are you thinking, what is in that head of yours?”
“I’ll tell you Lucy, what is in my head is murder, you and your lover, I want…”
Lucy glared at me and said, “I don’t have a lover Jim, what the fuck, makes you disrespect me like that?”
“Disrespect? Lucy, you don’t know the meaning of the word, I just heard that bastard say, “Is the little jobless cuckold here yet, Lucy?” he is your lover you cheating bitch, I’m going to see…”
“Jesus H Christ, Jim how many times do I have to tell you, it’s his sense of humour, I have never done anything with another man since we…”
“Yeah, I’m supposed to believe that, you, must both get quite a laugh disrespecting me, well see how you like a divorce, I’m …”
Just then James walked out of the office, looked at us arguing and said, “Jim, what the fuck are you talking about? Do you want to come in for this interview or not, I haven’t all day?”
“You’re fucking my wife and you have the…”
“Jim, what makes you think I’m fucking your wife? Don’t be ridiculous man, I mean she is a beautiful lady but we have a proper relationship, what gave you that idea for… oh, I see, you overheard what I said. Jim, I have a strange sense of humour, I’m sorry, it’s just the way I talk much of the time, I mean no harm, please come in and let’s talk. I’m giving you a job as a favour to Lucy, she said you wanted her to move away so you could find work. I don’t really need you if I’m honest, but I really want to keep Lucy, she’s the best assistant I’ve ever had.”
I looked at him not knowing what to believe, he appeared sincere but fuck I hated him, and I had begun to doubt Lucy with her attitude since my job had gone.
I looked at Lucy then back to Sheehan, shook my head and said, “No, I’m not doing this today, I don’t know what to think about you two, I can’t do this.” As I started to walk out of the office, Lucy said with her most icy voice, “Get back here Jim and grow up, we are trying to help you here.”
I walked on and as I got to the office door, I heard her again, “Grow up and get back here, or I won’t be home tonight, I’m warning you.”
“Fuck you Lucy, just go and sleep with him if that’s what you want, I don’t care anymore.”
She may have shouted something out at my back, but I was through the door and not listening. I was dressed for the bar and that is where I went having made a detour to an ATM and taken 100 cash. At least I had access to our account for a while longer.
After lunch, I started to get messages from Lucy:
– I hope your proud of yourself, that was so embarrassing.
– How dare you accuse me of cheating on you
– James is sorry you heard those words, but you know how he is, it was a joke.
– Reply to me or I really won’t come home.
These all arrived over maybe 40 minutes as I skulled a few beers, quietly slipping into “not giving a fuck” mode.
An hour later, I messaged her back, “Do what you want, you don’t give a shit about me anyway. Fuck you” and turned off my phone.
JIM:
It was a long day, I left the car — yeah, I’m dumb but not that dumb — and got a taxi home. The house was dark, and it was just past 9:30 so no Lucy, she must have decided to go and sleep with her lover. Fuck her, so it’s divorce.
Now admit I was not thinking clearly, probably hadn’t been since the boom dropped on my job, I’d probably been taking my irritation out too much on Lucy and of course, her attitude had made that easy. I had no evidence at all that she had been unfaithful and above all, I really did know that James was an asshole, spoke sometimes without thinking, but what he had said probably had a ring of truth to it.
The problem being, I’d had a lot of beer, I was feeling like shit, if anything I was thinking worse of myself now than Lucy had, and mentally I had backed myself into a corner where divorce seemed like an OK option. I mean I’d absolutely zero evidence but maybe she was cheating on me, she certainly didn’t seem to give a fuck about me and hadn’t come home or even let me know where she was.
I was having a real one-man pity party, then it occurred to me, my phone was still off. Turning it on again, yeah Lucy had tried to contact me several times, had wanted to talk to me, had gone home but found it empty, my phone wasn’t answering so she said she was going to her parents’ house for the night and for me to please contact her.
So, who was the asshole here?
Well, that would be me. I felt too dumb to talk to her right now so messaged, “If you are coming home tonight, I’ll see you then, I’m sorry about yesterday.”
She replied within minutes that she’d be home at the normal time, she’d bring some Chinese food and we will talk.
LUCY and JAMES:
What Lucy didn’t say and what Jim had no way of knowing, was that just as she sent that text to Jim, James was buried balls deep in her cunt in a bedroom they used at the Best Western in the next town over. After they’d fucked for the second time, James had asked Lucy if she still wanted their cuckold to have a job at the company and with a smile followed by a steaming kiss, she broke off and said it seemed only fair that Jim get some compensation for James fucking his wife’s cheating cunt.
James said he would get Jim trained in sales and then send him regularly around their 9 other branches, training new employees, “after all, it’s not rocket science, you could train a monkey to train other monkeys.” That would keep him far enough away not to intrude on their time together.
Lucy always laughed at her boss’s jokes, she had replied, “That is exactly what I want you to do, train my monkey, but to be our little cuckold. I don’t care about training him in sales as long as you train him to eat cum from my cunt.”
They both laughed before Lucy took James’s fat 8 inches into her mouth and made love to his cock with her talented tongue and throat muscles. James had taught her to give proper blowjobs, ones Jim never experienced and never would, his little cock would never be in her throat but she loved the choking feeling that James forced on her, that ultimate seizing of control that he took.
JIM:
Jim forgot his nonsense about going to see a lawyer, about divorce, shit he would probably have make up sex tonight so set about tidying himself up, he needed a shower and had not shaved for two days. Time to start making things good with Lucy, get his head out of his ass, maybe even see if a job was still on offer with James.
He got everything that needed doing straightened up at home and was looking forward to seeing Lucy later, but it was still only 3:30 and just as he was beginning to feel hopeful.
LUCY AND JAMES:
Meanwhile, Lucy having already taken two loads of cum in her cunt was in the shower and James was pushing his big cock up her asshole, somewhere Jim had never been.
As Lucy drove home that evening, she had been thinking how things were progressing with the little plan that James and Lucy had thought up. James had seen the fact that Jim had lost his job as a chance for them to train him, not in sales as James had indicated earlier but as a knowing cuckold.
James enjoyed all three of Lucy’s holes which she had been giving him regularly for more than a year, but he really wanted to have a knowing cuckold and Jim would be ideal because James knew that Jim already had a dislike for him. That would make rubbing his nose in the fact that he was fucking Jim’s wife all the sweeter because he despised Jim just as much as Jim felt in return.
The whole thing turned Lucy on, she still loved Jim to some degree, it was just that she’d discovered how great sex could be with a cock like James had, 8 thick inches compared to the barely five inches Jim managed on a good day. Then the difference in status, James rich with his own company, Jim in reality was a no-hoper who had no job and few prospects.
She found James a very sexy attractive man in and out of bed, the fact that he regularly made her laugh helped, he was really good company, she’d been attracted to him for several years before anything happened between them. Worst of all, she was all-in with James’s plan to make Jim not only know he was a cuckold but to have no option but to deal with it and submit to James as his boss and their bull.
After how Jim talked to her and to James in recent days, she was going to make him regret it and literally looked forward to rubbing Jim’s face in it. They had discussed having him eat James cum from her open cunt right after James’s big cock had satisfied her and filled her with a nice creampie. The thought turned her on more than anything she could remember.
Jim was still in the dark, they wanted to get him onboard as an employee before he found out what their plan was. But for Lucy, the little love she still just about felt for Jim was nothing to the turn on she was having and expected to get better as they made him a knowing cuckold. She originally had been reluctant to humiliate Jim, James was driving that but after what she perceived as the disrespectful way Jim had spoken to her since his change in circumstances, she felt a lesson in humility was the least of what Jim deserved.
Did she care about their marriage anymore? She thought she still might, but that was now down to how Jim managed things, he could agree to be her cuckold, or he could file for divorce. She realised that as things stood between them that she could do much better and that for a year she had been getting much better in the bedroom from James. She knew that if she divorced that James wanted her full time, he could offer a much better future than Jim.
As she neared their home, Lucy knew she would have to shake herself from this feeling of innate superiority, she needed to keep steering Jim in the direction they wanted him to go, towards being an accepting cuckold. Whether they divorced or not she wanted to experience this power over her husband, if that made her a bitch, then so be it she thought.
As she reached their driveway, Lucy put her game face on, ready to twist Jim around her little finger. She headed inside with the Chinese food she’d picked up.
JIM AND LUCY:
“Lucy, I’m sorry about yesterday, I’ve been stressed about life since I lost my job and when I heard James saying what he said I was so angry. I’ve got my head together now, I’ve cleaned myself up and straighten the house up, let’s eat and then we can talk about what we need to do, OK?”
Lucy nodded yes to Jim and smiled but the smile she gave him was nothing compared to then smile she had inside, shit she thought, I didn’t even need to demand an apology, this could be like candy from a baby. “OK Jim, that sounds like a plan.”
After eating Lucy said, “Well my sweet little husband, sounds like you have forgotten that silly divorce talk, eh? I thought I was going to have to lecture you on how rude you’d been to James & I, but you’ve saved me the trouble and apologised, that’s my good boy.” She was using words, like little, silly and boy, that she had heard James suggest were how they’d train their cuckold.
Jim had heard some words that suggested condescension but after the last two or three days he thought he’d just live with them for now.
They talked around their recent problems and Lucy told him that she thought that James would still be prepared to interview him, but that he needed to try properly to interview well and that after storming out, that he would need to be respectful of James, maybe indulge in a bit of ass-kissing by way of apology and to take any shit that James might throw at him in revenge for his disrespect at first interview.
Lucy couldn’t believe how easily she got Jim to swallow that crock of nonsense, if only Jim knew how accurate his accusations had been. She looked forward to telling James in the morning that their plan was back on track.
She thought she would try one last con trick on Jim before bedtime. She stretched and yawned then said, “Jim, we are not right back to where we should be after your recent outbursts, I’m not ready to have you back in my bed yet, but as a sign of appreciation of how you’ve acknowledged how wrong you were, I’d like to offer you a treat. I’m tired Jim, too tired to make love tonight, but I’d really like to feel my husband’s tongue giving me an orgasm before I go to bed, would you like to go down on me baby?”
Again, Jim heard some disrespect in her words but nothing too serious, she’d also made some assumptions about him accepting blame, but he also knew that he had been a bit of an asshole and had some mending of fences with Lucy and besides, he loved eating her cunt. With his small cock, it was the best way to guarantee her orgasm.
“Yes Lucy, I’d love to eat your sexy pussy.”
“Give me a few minutes she said, stay here.” Lucy went upstairs she knew she’d taken three cum-shots, two in the cunt, one in the ass, and she wanted to check there was nothing too obvious. It was one thing for her to know that she would be feeding Jim some of James’s cum but at this stage she wanted to make sure it wasn’t obvious.
Satisfied, she put on a robe over her naked body and went back downstairs. She sat back, opened her robe and brought both feet up on the sofa, spreading her thighs wide open and exposing both cunt and asshole to her husband. She beckoned him to his knees in front of her and said, “Start with my toes Jim, you’ve never really done that properly, make love to my toes with your tongue, lick between them, make them know you love every bit of me. Some guys would love to suck my toes, don’t you think?”
He always liked to please her sexually, toes were never really his thing but she was loving it so that was OK, he moved up, knowing the back of her knees were sensitive, he lingered there briefly and she normally loved that but was eager to have him eat James’s cum, even if there was little left after showering, so suddenly she more or less demanded, “Eat my cunt.”
Jim buried his head between her legs and she was hoping that some of James’s cum was still there despite her showering carefully, but not enough to tip him off. He showed no signs of noticing that he was eating creampie, but she knew, and it was turning her on like never before.
She decided to push further, “Baby, go lower, eat my asshole please.” He had thought about that before, but they had never done it before, the thought turned him on but… “Just do it Jim, rim my ass, lick my shithole, tongue me where I shit, please baby just do it, I’ve never had anything up there.” She lied convincingly, having had a fat cock in her ass only a few hours earlier.
When Jim licked her ass, he noticed two things, one it didn’t seem as tight as he’d expected, in fact his tongue went half an inch or an inch inside, he was rimming the inside of her asshole and she clearly loved it.
Secondly the taste surprised him, it was pretty creamy and a bit salty, but he’d never licked ass before, he had no idea he was eating cum, not a big amount, just enough that if he knew the taste of cum, he would understand what was being done to him, the ultimate disrespect a wife could give her husband.
He alternated at Lucy’s instructions between cunt and ass, she was on the verge of cumming time after time but got him to change hole because she wanted this to continue until she couldn’t stand any more. Jim was loving it too, eating her and knowing it was driving her wild but for some reason she was holding off cumming. He thought perhaps she the reason was she didn’t want it to stop, but he would have eaten here all night if she wanted, he too was turned on and loved her ordering him which hole to stick his tongue in, to lick and suck. After about 40 minutes she grabbed the back of his hard and ground her cunt into his face, “eat that cum” she shouted as she climaxed in his mouth squirting a mouthful of piss as well as whatever cum was dripping from this afternoon’s fucks with James.
When she’d come down from that high, she was so thrilled to have had him eat cum from her, no matter how unknowingly, that she pushed further, “What a good boy, you deserve to cum too, pull out your small cock and cum in your hand for me.” He was so turned on he missed all implied insults and fished his little cock out and masturbated in front of his wife, not for the first time, but he hadn’t done it often. He did not last long and soon his cum erupted in his hand and over his belly.
“Oh, that looked like fun Baby,” Lucy cooed, “Why don’t you rub that all over my cunt, make sure you get lots in my pussy hair.” He did as she asked still hard as a rock, turned on like seldom before. “Good boy Jim, now lick my cunt again, eat your cum.”
Jim hesitated and she actually shouted at him, “Don’t spoil it Baby Dick, fucking lick your cum off my cunt, I want to cum again on your mouth.” Jim was still crazy turned on with a sex haze in his brain, madly turned on by his horny wife. She was telling him what she wanted, dominating him and it was something that even if he had not realised it before, was getting to him, he was as hard as diamond and he loved it.
He’d never seen her like this before he thought, then, just as she was about to speak again to order him to eat her, she looked down with a look of triumph as he started lapping up his cum. “Good boy clean my cunt, swallow your cum you sexy boyslut.” Her dirty talk was driving him crazy, this was the best night of his life despite only his tongue having been inside her.
They both slept really well that night, despite being in separate bedrooms, he was a little surprised after what they had done that she didn’t relent on that bit she was adamant. He wasn’t welcome to sleep in HER bedroom – yet.
LUCY & JAMES:
Next morning Lucy was still on a high, she had started to train Jim to obey and had fed him the remains of James’s cum from cunt and asshole, then made him masturbate, wipe his cum all over her cunt and trimmed mound then lick it all off again.
Lucy loved recounting what had happened to James, who was beyond thrilled, he couldn’t believe that Lucy had so quickly “owned him” after his display of disobedience and was excited that her husband who he so disliked, had ingested some of his cum. How great was that? Their plan was under way.
He kissed Lucy and told her well done and that they would have Jim to come in that afternoon for his “interview”, an interview he could not fail because they were intent on making Jim increasingly servile and wanted him working for James, even if they had to make up a job.
Lucy messaged Jim to be ready for interview at 2:30 and reminded him not to fuck things up, not to behave like a silly little boy as he had done two days ago. “Tell me you will behave and show James the respect that your boss deserves” Lucy had said, when he replied OK, she had said, “OK, I will show James the respect he deserves.”
When Lucy again said “Good boy” it didn’t even occur to Jim that she had started just calling him Boy and hadn’t used his name since that night he’d “served” her.
JIM, JAMES AND LUCY:
Just before 2:30 Jim arrived in his wife’s office and she rose and greeted him, noticing he had put on his best suit and was clean shaven, he was even looking a little nervous and contrite after he performance, last time he’d appeared but stormed off before he could be interviewed.
“That’s my good handsome boy”, she said almost like a proud mother, “I’m so glad that you have come with the right attitude. Remember we need you to get this job and that James is doing this as a favour to me. Make sure that you apologise properly and treat him with the respect owed to a man who is saving your marriage by giving you this job.”
“Saving my marriage?” Jim looked astounded but worried.
“Yes, you were talking about moving away, I was not going to do that so we would have separated if James doesn’t save our marriage and employ you.” Lucy knew she was laying it on thick but to her delight Jim seemed to be drinking in every word and, like a bible verse, believing it. Lucy got a little thrill in her panties and knew she’d be fucking James before going home that night.
Just then James popped his head around the door and indicated that they should both join him.
Jim was less than comfortable and said to James, “Does Lucy have to sit in on the interview?”
James replied without pause, “Of course, Jim, Lucy will be your direct boss, you will do as she tells you at all times. You see Jim, I don’t really need you for anything, I am going to employ you on minimum wage as a favour to Lucy who I truly value. Essentially you will be her gofer, you’ll do anything and everything she says.” Jim simply nodded acceptance.
James continued, “Jim, I don’t want any conflict in this workplace. Obviously, what you do in your own house is between you two but I suggest that for now at least, to get you used to obeying Lucy at work, that you obey her at home too. I am giving you to Lucy as her personal assistant, I had thought of sales but I’m not sure you are cut out for that, no, personal assistant to my private assistant sounds like your thing.”
“At work, you will address her as Mam, she is not only your boss but your better in every respect here, again I suggest the same at home, though that is Lucy’s business, you are her little husband after all.”
“I may use you for some things from time to time but understand that your job her is to make Lucy’s life easier, if you displease her in any way, you displease me also. I’m giving you this job; I can take it away the first time your wife complains about your performance. Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir, I understand.”
“Good, very good boy” said James, a flicker of anger came to Jim’s face at being called “boy” by James, he didn’t mind with Lucy but … “And Jim, I think you owe both Lucy and I an apology for how you treated us with disrespect the last time you were here.”
Jim bit his tongue on what he had been going to say, with Lucy having talked of this saving their marriage and James saying he would sack him any time he displeases either of them, Jim knew he was on very thin ice. He had no personal resources and no family or real friends to rely on, for the first time in his life he realised he didn’t have a secure future, he was going to have to be “a good boy” until he could find some way to make himself a man again.
“Sir, Mam, I want to apologise for the disrespect I showed to both of you when I was here on Tuesday, I had no business acting and speaking as I did, please accept my apology.”
Lucy smiled at her husband, and James spoke,” Very good boy. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” I shook my head no but couldn’t speak. “Lucy, can you let me have a few minutes privately with your husband?” James said pleasantly to her.
When Lucy had gone and closed the door, James sneered at me and spoke, “Look Jim, I know you don’t like me and to be honest, I really don’t care, and the feeling is mutual. However, you work for me know, essentially I own you, you know that if I sack you and you have to go elsewhere that Lucy will stay right here, so be careful not to piss me off, got it?”
Again, I nodded deferentially.
“I know I pissed you off by calling you a cuckold, but let’s think about it, if I choose to make you a cuckold, if I start to fuck your wife, what can you do? Walk out? That would mean you would walk out on your marriage, she is staying right here. ”
“So you understand that if I decide to fuck your wife there is nothing you can do about it, if she wants it, right?” I said nothing, “Right? Answer me Boy or you won’t even get to start this job, right?”
“Yes” I managed to croak out.
“Yes, what?” he persisted.
“Yes Sir” I said
“Yes Sir, what?” He tried again, patiently like a schoolteacher with a particularly stupid child.
“Yes Sir, if you choose to fuck my wife, I am powerless.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
He gave me a really smug sneer and said, “Ask your wife to come and see me when you walk out, and remember, you do anything either of us tells you. You start work tomorrow, now get out, go home and make her a nice dinner for when she gets home, she’ll be a little late tonight. I’m going to consider whether to cuckold you or not.”
With that I was dismissed, and suddenly understood that I was in real trouble, that all my choices were gone and that I was stuck underneath their heels unless I could figure something out.
I dreaded losing Lucy, but it seemed it was either that or be treated like shit my them both, it seemed I’d more or less lost her anyway. I’m not dumb, I now saw what they were doing, I just didn’t know what I could do about it, other than leave her and I didn’t want that, I did love her, no matter what, I loved her.
LUCY AND JAMES:
Once Jim had gone, they met in James’s office and locked the door. In a few minutes his cock was in her throat, and she was sucking his cock as if her life depended on it. Her fingers were in her panties, her cunt was drenched, she was so turned on, after a few minutes James bent her over his desk and entered her from behind, he pounded into her like a maniac, banging her cervix with every thrust grunting and gasping.
She was loving it, she was having a series of small orgasms such was the power of his fucking with that fat cock and she was building towards a huge climax.
James grunted out, “We’ve got the little cuckold where we want him. I told him I could cuckold him if I wanted, he admitted there was nothing he could do about it and I told him to get home and make you dinner and that you would be a little late home.”
That was enough to make Lucy scream out her orgasm and that in turn push her boss to empty his balls deep in Lucy’s cunt, he kept pounding into her hard through their orgasms and reluctantly pulled out a few minutes later. “Fuck, I wish I’d kept him here to clean us up, I’m going to enjoy dominating him and humiliating him. Call him and tell him there will be three for dinner, let’s start this tonight now that he knows his place.”
Lucy smiled, just a very small but completely evil smile. She still had affection for her husband, she was not sure if you could still call it love but she definitely couldn’t wait to cuckold him with a man she knew he hated. Is that love? Probably not she admitted to herself, so fucking what? It was going to be hot.
She made the call, “dinner for three” she commanded and hung up before he could say a word.
JIM:
He heard her command and then she was gone without another word. Fuck her he thought, I’m not doing this. He knew he really didn’t have much choice, if any choice, but fuck them.
He left the house, he took almost everything in their joint account, almost 600, and went to the bar. He knew his life was falling apart, job gone and a new one as his wife’s personal slave, his wife had clearly no respect for him and seemed enamoured with her boss. He had little or no money, no relatives within 100 miles he could call on for help, no close friends, he’d always been a bit of a loner. Things looked really bleak.
He was staring at the bottom of his third beer when his phone rang, it was Lucy. He ignored it, straight away a text arrived.
“Where is our dinner, where the fuck are you and what do you think you are doing?” He ignored that too and ordered another beer. Fuck them.
“20 minutes later he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned to see James Sheehan looking at him like he was dirt. “I thought I explained things to you. Do you really want to lose Lucy?”
Jim had a beer buzz on and slightly slurred his words, “No but I’m not going to be anyone’s cuckold.”
“Oh, fucking yes you are, this little show of defiance has made my mind up, I’m going to be Lucy’s Bull and you are going to be our little cuckold. If you fight it, I’ll make sure she leaves you. Think about it, no money, no wife, nowhere to live, no job, what else is there for you? Suicide?”
“Now get in my car we are going to your house. Since you didn’t make us dinner, Lucy and I are going to make yours. I’m sure you are going to love it.”
It was a quiet 5 minute drive to our house and to my surprise when we got there, Lucy was draped on the couch wearing transparent high-end lingerie that I’d never seen before.
JAMES, LUCY AND JIM:
She scowled at me as I came through the door, “How dare you embarrass me again in front of James for the second time this week. James and I have been shopping and expected dinner when we got here instead, you go to the bar and James has to fetch you like a bad little boy. What have you got to say for yourself?”
“Lucy, fuck….
“What did you say? What did you call me?”
“Lucy, it’s your name” I said confused.
“You silly little boy, James told you what to call me. How do you address me?”
“Mam”
“Better, now what the fuck did you think you were doing?”
“Mam, I was just so annoyed at how you and James …”
“You call him Sir, show your betters respect.”
“I … ”
“Take your clothes off and get on your knees in front of me, I don’t want to hear any more nonsense from you. We bought you a present in the sex shop. Do you like my new lingerie by the way?”
“Yes Mam, you look very nice.”
“Put this on” I looked broken-hearted as she handed me a small metal cock cage. I did as she told me shocked at what was happening.
James sat beside her, his hand half way up her thigh and when he saw my cock he laughed. “Fuck me Lucy, is that all you’ve had to work with for the last 6 years? That little boy’s dick. What is it about 3 inches? No wonder you want to cage that little thing. No wondered you’ve been crazy for my cock for over a year.”
James and Lucy both looked at his little dick with disgust, “No surprise at all I’ve been getting your monster for the last year. Yes, little boy, you have been a cuckold for a year now, but you didn’t know. Now it’s time for you to understand how things are going to be. You will stay in that cage until you learn to please me and our Bull.”
“Every time you displease either of us, we will add a week until you are released, when I allow a release you may masturbate, you will never fuck me again with that tiny cock. For now, you can remain my husband but James will be my man. If you rebel, I will divorce you and ruin you, we may even make up accusations of abuse and James will use his connections to have you jailed.”
“I want you to know that when you went down on me earlier this week, James had dumped two loads in my cunt and one in my asshole — yes he fucks my ass and I love it, you’ve never had that and you never will. Remember when you licked my ass and you got your tongue an inch into my asshole? That is because James’s fat cock had spread me open, are you that fucking stupid? Do you think a woman like me normally has an open asshole? That salty slightly creamy taste, that was James’s cum you were eating. I’m glad you enjoyed it, you are going to be eating a lot of it from now on.”
She smirked at her husband as his face crumpled into tears of anguish, his heart breaking.
Never one to miss an opportunity to kick a man when he’s down James said, “Now you understand wimp, you are going to serve us, you will do exactly as you are told or all the things, I threatened you with in the car will happen. Remember, no money, no job, no wife and no house, we’ll get a restraining order against you for spousal abuse, and you haven’t the resources to fight it. Who would believe your word over mine? Face it Boy, you are fucked, right out of options.”
“Now dry your tears wimp, I left a treat for you in your wife’s cunt after you left the office. Lucy pull your knickers to the side and let him clean you. Do it cuckold or there will be consequences.”
JIM:
I had no choice, no where to run to, chose to keep my pride and go live in a cardboard box under the underpass and starve. So I did it, I let them humiliate me day and night.
That first night my wife was insufferable, she treated me like dirt, “her little, small-cocked cuckold” she called me several times, he called me a “caged cuckold wimp” and they insisted I call them Sir & Mam. I started to wonder would I be better off dead than living like this.
And that was my life for the next 4 weeks, I was a shell of what I had been, beaten down, threatened with even greater ruin and possible imprisonment. My head was scrambled, I had no hope, all I could see was humiliation at the hands of the woman I thought loved me but had been fucking her boss for more than a year.
Maybe about a month later, having sunk into depression but forbidden to speak of anything to outsiders, through my misery it became clear to me, nobody was coming to help, no 7th Cavalry coming over the hill to free me, in reality, nobody gave a shit about me, whether I lived or died, least of all my loving wife.
Oh yes, a few times she had put her arms around me when James wasn’t there, she had told me that she still loved me, that it was all just a game that she was enjoying and that from the night I first cleaned cum from her cunt and ass that she knew deep down that’s what I wanted too, and wasn’t it wonderful how James played his part and that she was sure I really loved it all, how I was a dirty little pervert cuckold.
She suggested I loved it when James made me clean her ass juice off his cock, when he made me lick his ass as he pounded hers, how he liked me to suck his balls as he fucked her cunt. To my shame I had done all that, but they were out of their minds if they thought I loved it. I was pretty sure he knew I hated every minute of it, that is probably what made it so good for him.
Her? Well, of course I’m not sure but I think that in her mind, if she thought I was enjoying being their cuckold she didn’t have to feel like such a treacherous cunt.
I’d come through the initial shock of what they were doing to me, I’d settled into the routine humiliation but now my mind was on how I could escape what was essentially sexual slavery.
The old proverb; “all good things come to those who wait” has a certain truth. I’d waited patiently and one day fortune smiled on me.
The day started no differently, by this stage we were all living in James mansion, his servants knew that Lucy and I were married but that it was James who slept with her, I had what was originally a small servants bedroom near theirs. Our house had been sold and the full profit was in an account in Lucy’s name only, I’d been cajoled and bullied into signing everything over to her.
At work I was sent to a local deli to collect lunch and when I returned with lunch for two, James was fucking Lucy hard over the back of a couch in his office and not long after I returned he groaned as he shot a load of spunk up her cunt. He told me to sit in the floor and leaned my head back on the couch, then still impaling her cunt he carried her round the couch and sat her pussy on my face. “Enjoy your lunch cuckold” he said to me.
Lucy drained his cum directly into my mouth and as she rose a few stray bits of cum splashed on the couch. He noticed and said, “We are going to take lunch in the park, get that couch cleaned up cuckold how dare you waste my cum” and with that they left me in his office.
I looked around for something to wipe the couch and notice his computer screens were active, there were three screens. I took a look, now I’m not the most computer savvy guy, but it took me next to no time at all to realise what I was looking at, he had open his business accounts, it looked to me there were two sets of accounts for the business. Why would that be? Well, I thought one reason may be that he had one set of genuine accounts and perhaps one for the IRS, interesting.
What, interesting? No much more than that, this could be my escape route. This was a big business million in turnover every year. The thought hit me, copy these fast before they come back, I’d seen lots of memory sticks on Lucy’s desk, she seemed to use the regularly. I grab a couple and downloaded the accounts files. I hadn’t had time to see what was on them but I would find a way to spend some time and check it out.
To cut a long story short, I’d found my salvation, there was a difference in the two sets of accounts that amounted to the company paying over 4 million in the last year less than what I assumed to be the “genuine accounts” the ones with the greater liability. I had a way to really hurt James, maybe get him imprisoned.
Glad of that I suppose but what would that do to me, even to Lucy, we could both be unemployed. I searched tax fraud and there it was, my escape route, The IRS Whistle-blower Scheme. I read it, if the government recovered 2 million or more the whistle-blower got a minimum of 15% up to a maximum of 30%, so even at 15% of 4 million is… shit, a whole lot of money… 600,000 as a minimum, shit, that would more than get me out of this hole.
I could dump on these two bastards and make myself a man again, set up somewhere new where nobody would know what I’d been through, who knows maybe even find a woman who might love me, 5 inch cock included.
I got everything safely stored in the cloud and made my initial whistle-blower’s disclosure. Things didn’t happen overnight, but happen they did. Eventually James was arrested on tax fraud charges.
I then went to our local police department and filed a complaint against my wife and her lover for false imprisonment, they weren’t really taking me seriously until I told them that I’d been kept as a sex slave and that my penis had been locked in a cage and I had no access to the key.
That day, with James already under arrest and yet to make bail, the police called on Lucy and threatened her with arrest and charges if she did not immediately release me, she did. I wanted to press charges, but the police talked me out of it, suggesting surely I’d had enough humiliation without wanting the whole town knowing my business.
When the police left Lucy eyed me coldly and said, “Don’t think this will go unpunished, you’ll be back in that cage for a long time and Jim, and I will put you on a piss and cum diet for a month until you learn your place.” She looked full of herself, a queen with unlimited power, until she didn’t.
“Fuck you Lucy …”
“How dare you call me that, it’s Mam to you.”
“The fuck it is” I said, “Tell you what, why don’t I just call you slut, which is …”
“I’ll have James punish you physically if you…”
“James is under arrest you cunt, you are on your own, I turned him in to the IRS for tax fraud, I’m waiting to find out exactly how much my reward is then I’m leaving this town and you far behind.”
She looked shocked, “Leaving me? But you are my husband, I love you, why would you want to leave me?” she sounded genuinely shocked too.
It took me a few seconds to get over my shock at what she’d said, she must have lost her fucking mind, ‘loved me’? “Lucy, you don’t love me, you treat me like shit, and you love James.”
“No Jim, you have it all wrong, I don’t love James, well maybe that big cock, but it’s you I love, you are my husband, I won’t hear of you leaving me, you are mine.”
Yeah, like a dog is yours, I thought.
I shook my head in amazement, she really seemed to believe that, she has lost her mind. Only one way to answer that, “Fuck you bitch, your days of telling me what to do are over. I’ve enough money to scrape by on until the reward comes through, then I’m gone.” I left and checked myself into the cheapest motel I could find.
4 MONTHS LATER -JIM:
I checked my email and had one from IRS, it said a reward from IRS had been paid into my bank account, thanked me for my disclosure and suggested I contact them if I had any queries. It didn’t mention the amount, so I got online to my bank and almost passed out with surprise.
James had been a very naughty boy; my reward was for 3.4 million. I was sure it was a mistake so contacted the whistle-blower programme to find that it was correct. I hadn’t known that they could go back for 10 years to recover fraudulently withheld tax and that was how the reward was so much larger than I had ever dreamed of.
It appeared that once investigated James had quickly caved to avoid harsh consequences, hence the investigation was very quick and my reward came through within months when I’d been planning a frugal existence to eke out my resources, possibly over years.
Amongst the first things I did was get myself a lawyer to get a divorce, I had thought about whether I could divorce her for cruelty but usually that has to involve clear physical abuse so in the end we decided on irreconcilable differences and after I made it clear that I could not live with what she had done she agreed to the divorce.
One bonus was that she had no idea of the reward I got for exposing James, I had been careful not to flash the cash, no big purchases, I continued to live in my modest motel, so when I offered a simple separation of our lives with each of us keeping what we had, not even going after what should have been my share of the sale of our house proceeds, no alimony from her much greater salary, her lawyer advised her to sign quickly and move on.
My lawyer insisted on a clause that there could be no revisit to the divorce agreement, no buyer’s remorse and a second go around. So, my 3.4 million stayed hidden and untouchable. I moved on, moved away and started to rebuild my life.
And that is how the story ends… really? You must be joking, no way. Those cunts would get their comeuppance. They had treated me like dirt, like shit on the bottom of their shoes. I’d have some payback.
10 MONTHS AFTER REPORTING JAMES:
It had been a rough period for James, he had to pay many millions to the IRS to make his tax affairs go away. He felt sore but OK because it still left him a rich man. He suspected but didn’t know for sure that it was the cuckold who had exposed him.
In an ideal world, he’d want the wimp to suffer some revenge, however the cuck had left town months ago after divorcing Lucy and nobody knew where he was, the little cocked wimp had apparently vanished.
Strangely Lucy had been upset with the divorce though she kept coming back for his man-sized cock, he did love fucking her but without the cuck to lift things out of the ordinary through humiliating and more or less owning him, the sparkle had gone off things. Yes Lucy was a top class fuck, but it just wasn’t as exciting as she wasn’t a married woman anymore. It was cuckolding lesser men that lit his fuse.
Certainly, he had no interest in marrying Lucy, she had assumed they would get married but why would he tie himself to someone he knew to be a cheating cunt no matter how much he enjoyed banging her in all three holes? Never going to happen.
And so, life went on, none of them as happy as they thought they might be…until —
JIM AND CARLOS:
I’d moved away, a long way away to a place where nobody knew me, I’d neither friends nor relatives but I was now rich in my own right and being that way makes you have things that attracts people to you. I was in no hurry to put down strong roots, with what I had in mind, another move might be necessary for appearances sake, so I had bought a nice but modest car and rented a house on the edge of town with 3 bedrooms and a pool, nice enough but not my forever home.
I made myself at home in a couple of the bars in town always with an eye to making the connection I wanted. No, not a woman, I was looking for a hard as nails tough motherfucker who would do anything for cash and was intelligent enough not to be caught.
I met Carlos, just the guy I needed, big but nondescript, no face full of scars no memorable tattoos, neither handsome nor brute ugly. The kind of guy you’d pass in the street and instantly forget him.
Carlos had a routine, and I learned the likely times he’d be in the bar and made sure to sit close, buy him the occasional drink and soon we were on bar-buddy terms, chatted a lot and I grew more and more certain he was exactly what I was looking for.
A couple of months later, I brought up the little job that I wanted done. I explained about James having fucked my wife and messed up my life but without all the details of what they really did to me. A man has to try to keep some self-respect. Anyway, he got the message, and asked did I want James dead?
“No Carlos, I want two things, I want him in a wheelchair for life and I want his genitals put well beyond use, I want his balls smashed and needing to be removed, that is the most important part, I want him to live the rest of his life as a eunuch. I want to call him in a years’ time on an untraceable line and ask him how he like’s being ‘Jimmy No-Balls’? I want him to know I had this done to him but with no way of proving it, can you do that?”
Carlos smiled at me, “Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you motherfucker, yes I can do that, it will cost you a lot of money but I can do it. You pay me 100 grand give me the details of who and where and we never talk about it again. That protects both of us. Don’t come into this bar again, in a few months I’ll do the job and people will forget we ever knew each other, OK?”
And that’s what we did. Four months later I passed Carlos on Main Street, we exchanged a look and he just nodded, indicating, job done.”
It wasn’t hard to get confirmation, a quick google search in the old town and there it was, “Local Businessman savagely beaten, Mr Sheehan will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair and has several life-changing injuries including the fact that he can never be a father.” Thank you Carlos, you were worth every penny of what I paid.
Months later and the investigation into the attack on Jimmy No-Balls had hit a brick wall, no leads, no suspects.
Many months after that on a throw away phone I made the only call on it before it was as destroyed as his balls. “Hello Jimmy No-Balls, how is wheelchair life treating you?” I laughed once said “Fuck you” and smashed the phone to little pieces. Message delivered.
LUCY:
That left my cheating wife. to suffer for the indignity, she forced on me. I hired a PI and had expected to find she had married Jimmy No -Balls but that hadn’t happened.
What the PI from Private Matters had discovered was that No-Balls had sacked her after he had been attacked, he obviously knew it related to what had happened between the 3 of us, could no longer fuck anyone, never mind her, so got rid of the biggest reminder of what had put him in a wheelchair.
He had also kicked her out of his mansion, she’d ended up jobless and homeless just about able to afford the same motel as I had spent months in and had to resort to turning tricks for guys who would buy her a few drinks and maybe dinner sometimes.
I thought if I could make her life any worse and decided that yeah, maybe but just a little so decided to move on. Fuck her, let her live in her misery, thank god the divorce had been simple and that my lawyer resolved she could never come back at me for a slice of my millions.
JIM:
And so, I truly decided to move on, once again putting distance between me and my past. This time it was not a case of getting away from my tormentors and getting space to plan my revenge. This time I wanted somewhere to call home, to put down roots, to maybe find a business opportunity, to maybe find a romantic opportunity despite what I knew would be trust issues.
A few million in the bank took the pressure off having to do things to survive I moved to rural Utah first but found it beautiful but too conservative for my liking, moved to Sedona in Arizona, too fucking many fruit loops believing in all manner of energy fields and cosmic forces, got out of there too. Don’t get me wrong there were lots of good people in both places, pretty countryside which is good for the soul.
Eventually I found myself in San Francisco a beautiful city where you can chose to be as weird or as normal as you chose to be. And that is where I now call home.
I haven’t found anyone yet to settle with, perhaps I never will but my days of torment are over, occasionally visiting me in nightmares, but that is all they are. I love to visit the natural beauty not too far from my doorstep, Yosemite or Monterey, I sometimes venture up the coast towards the giant redwoods or up to Oregon or down Highway One which is so spectacular. Places good for restoring my soul.
My hard times are behind me, I hit rock bottom, doing things, or at least allowing things to be done to me that no man should ever allow. I felt worthless, lower than whale shit, I felt less than a man. At the time I was in the depths of depression, I was a betrayed and a broken and abused man.
Then I found a means of escape and jumped at it, I took my revenge and now I’m almost whole again. Will I ever find someone to share life with? Maybe, who knows what our future holds.
Thank you for reading my story.