Big Dummy

The usual junk here… no one under 18 in any sexual shenanigans. Although there is a slight touch of incest — brother-in-law/sisters-in-law — I’m placing this in Novels and Novellas.

Changes were made due to Literotica’s silly rules.

 

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“Happy Birthday, honey!” I shouted out to my wife, walking out with the cake I had bought for her with 26 candles on it, unlit, joining her parents and sisters, and their husbands, in this joyous occasion. I was an orphan, my parents died in a car wreck when I was 10, I was in the backseat, the only survivor and have multiple scars to prove it. Without any other living relatives I was lost in the foster care system. Perhaps I should pause here and fill in who everyone is…

My wife is Tara, 25 years old (I know, the 26 candles were an insult to her) and just as nasty and hateful as they come. She is 5′-8″ tall and weighs 123 pounds, she has long brown hair with red highlights when the sun hits it just right, she is very athletic having played numerous sports since she was a child, runs and does yoga and Pilates for exercise, her bust is 30B. Her mother is Val — Valerie — 42 years old, brown hair a shade lighter than Tara’s, with at least C cup breasts, and is just as active in the gym, all of her blood relatives are very active in the gym having grown up with a football star dad and cheerleader mother. (Yes, I know — predictable). Her father is Thomas, not Tom — Thomas — the big football hero, 6′-4″ of pure asshole, and from what I could tell his body was getting flabby as his job took more and more of his time. There is also little Ryan, Thomas and Val’s 1 year old son, an ‘oops’ baby, if you will.

Tara’s sisters are 20 year old identical twins, Brook with died black hair and Beverly who is currently sporting purple hair, both down to their asses. They’re 5′-7″ tall with small B cup breasts and athletic bodies to match the rest of their family. In a double ceremony last month both were married to men, already graduated, they met at college, yet barely knew. I can only guess they were hoping to ride the success of their new husbands as they moved up their respective corporate ladders.

And then there’s me; Kyle, I’m 25 years old, 6′-2″ tall with a swimmer’s build from being on my high school and college swim teams. Oh, and I have a 10 and a half inch cock, which is what my wife married, not me. Her disregard for and disrespect of me is evident in everything she says and does.

Which is what led up to this birthday party, where I put 26 candles on the cake and then purposely tripped sending the cake to the floor — she’ll notice the number of candles when she cleans up the mess — putting me right where I want to be.

“YOU BIG DUMMY!” Tara yells at me looking at the cake on the floor, “YOU STUPID FUCKING MORON!” more epithets leave her mouth, “Is this the first day with your new fucking feet?” she hollers at me to end her tirade.

“I’m so sorry, Tara,” I apologize to her, looking into her eyes and giving her the most hate filled glare I can muster; she knows I hate it when she disrespects me in front of others. “Here, let me get your presents,” I say as I head to the side table where her presents are stacked, completely ignoring the cake on the floor. As I return with the presents I sidestep the cake mess, showing just how agile I am on my feet, and set them beside her on the couch. Tara gives me her evil eye having watched as I moved around the mess on the floor — she knows something was going on, just not what. I move around behind the couch, so I’m not in her way. She receives a blouse from her mother, a purse and shoes from her sisters and a nighty from her father, “I wonder who that’s for?” I say behind her when she doesn’t pull it out of the box.

“You big dummy,” is all she says.

“Well, last but not least, my gift to you,” I say as I hold out the present I had for her. She tears the paper off, the box under it is one of her old shoe boxes that held a pair of extremely expensive high heeled boots. There is a DVD taped to the top of the box labeled ‘Tara’s Greatest Hits’. She hands it to me and I put it in the player bringing the remote with me to stand behind her again. Finally getting through all the tape, which I purposely put on the box to slow her down, she digs through all the packing peanuts and finds the mold I made of my cock using one of those kits you can buy online.

“What’s this?” Tara asks as she examines it.

Snatching it from her hand I toss it against the wall saying, “Useless!” as the plaster shatters and falls to the floor. “Go on, there’s more in there,” I say calmly.

She finds and pulls out the latex copy of my cock and looking at it asks, “And this?”

“It’s a copy of my cock from one of those kits you can get online,” I tell her pressing the play button, “how about we get to those greatest hits?” I smirk at her, evilly, “there’s one more item, all the way at the bottom. It’s flat.” I tell her, thankful I had put a 20 second blank space at the beginning of the DVD, as she starts feeling around the bottom of the box. Seeing her expression change I know she has the papers in hand just as the movie starts.

“Are you sure he won’t wake up?” Brook asks, her black hair flying as she bounces up and down on my cock, the sounds of sex can be heard very clearly as she rides my cock on my and my wife’s bed, my hands can be seen tied to the headboard, with my head lolling to the side.

I look around… everyone is staring at the television.

“Of course I’m sure!” Tara says, reassuring her sister, “The drug I use is a prescription from my doctor.”

“Then why are his hands tied to the bed?” Brook asks as she bounces up and down on my cock.

“Just in case you get too wild and jar him awake,” Tara says, adding, “so don’t get overly enthusiastic.” She laughs at Brook as she rides me then reaches over and pinches Brook’s nipple. “Just enjoy his cock baby sister and leave everything else to me.”

“If you say so,” Brook says skeptically then looks at Tara, “what are you gonna say if he starts asking questions tomorrow?” she asks, genuine concern in her voice.

“Don’t worry,” Tara tells her smiling, “the big dummy woke up last Saturday and apologized for passing out then asked if I got a good ride out of him. The stupid fucker!” She laughs at the memory of it.

“He’s your husband, why do you insult him like that?” Brook asked.

“I don’t care why she insults him just so long as I get to ride his huge cock!” Beverly says as she comes into camera view. “Hurry up sister, I want my ride. I’m ovulating and hoping I get pregnant like mom did,”

All Hell breaks loose at that revelation. I crank up the sound on the television to cover everyone up and lean into Tara’s ear saying, “It’s all yours, the cars, the house, the bank account, except for $2000 I have for myself. Make sure you read the note!” I holler in her ear, then I say, “This big dummy is outta here… enjoy!” I hoist my duffle bag, which was also hidden behind the couch, onto my shoulders and walk out of the house. As I climb in the taxi headed for my new job and life, I hoped she was reading the note…

Hateful Bitch,

I know not what I did to make you treat me the way you have with the disdain, disregard, disrespect and hate you have thrown at me for as long as I can remember in our relationship. Add to that the fact that you enabled and abetted your sisters and mother in raping me, and allowing them to get pregnant by me without my consent. I honestly thought it would wane, that you would change, but no, it has only gotten worse as time moved on. Seeing as you hate me so much, you just aren’t worth fighting, or fighting for, anymore. Therefore I am leaving you, except for 2000 dollars, it all goes to you, giving us both a clean, clear break, just sign where the tabs are on the papers and file them at the courthouse, that shouldn’t be too much trouble for you to be rid of the person you hate, despise and disrespect most in the world, right?

Kyle

28 months later…

“I’m sorry,”

I’m standing in line at the Starbuck’s coffee place close to my old office building having arrived two days before for meetings that, for some reason, had to be done face to face. Turns out they wanted me to move back here and take another promotion. I declined. It was too close to my ex-wife, who was now standing behind me. “What is she doing on this side of town” I thought to myself. “I should’ve just gone to the airport!” I thought as I stepped to the counter. I ordered then walked towards the waiting area when I was done, never acknowledging her. I’d been doing quite well in my new job, obviously, since they wanted to promote me again. The money was good, the house they’d found for me was excellent, and I was happy. The thing of it is I truly did not want to be around her again! As I turned to wait for my coffee she was walking towards me.

“I said I was sorry,”

“I heard you,” I said looking her in the eyes, “but why the Hell should I care?” I scoffed, “It makes no difference at this point.” I said shaking my head.

“It makes a big difference to me,” she said in a plaintive tone.

“I don’t see why or how it could make any difference at all at this late date,” I looked at her sharply, “how the Hell did you know I was here?” I demanded.

“It does to me,” she said, looking like she was going to start crying. She’d always been a good actress, having been in every one of our high school plays. “Cat, in HR told me you were here and they were going move you back with another promotion.” She was looking at the floor when she told me this.

I pulled my phone out and called my old boss, “Can you tell me why Cat in human resources is giving my ex-wife information about me?” I was seriously pissed off and wanted answers.

“I didn’t know she was,” is what my boss replied to me.

“I expect a certain amount of privacy from the woman I am divorced from as it is no longer her business where I am, what I am doing, or what may be coming up for me with this company. For all I know she’s using the information to try to get more money out of me since our divorce, and if I can’t have that amount of courtesy from you then why am I still working for you?!” I whisper-yelled into the phone. “You know I’ve been reporting weekly about being hit on by headhunters looking to hire me away from here, maybe it’s time I start talking to them?” My old boss finally copped on to just how pissed off I was. “Kyle” I heard my name called to get my coffee.

“Wait, wait, wait, Kyle,” He said as I started to hang up, “I’ll handle this, I promise!”

“You had better or I will be going elsewhere!” I hung up and turned on my ex-wife, “Just who do you think you are, keeping tabs on me?” I said with hate in my eyes. “Is that why you’re doing it, trying to get more money or something out of me?” I looked at the floor then back to her, “You got what you wanted, so just (Tara!) leave me be!” I stepped around her and went to the counter, picked up my coffee and headed out the door. As I walked to my rental car I could hear Tara’s heels clacking on the pavement, racing to catch me. At my car I turned to face her, “Which part of ‘leave me be’ didn’t you understand?” I ask hatefully, glad there were other people there, in case she tries to claim some abuse or something.

“That stunt you pulled ruined my family. Dad left mom and he won’t even speak to me anymore. My sisters are divorced and they have your children to raise now and… I am totally lost without you!” She stuttered out through her sobbing.

I was stunned! “Did she just say she was totally lost without me?” rapidly flashed through my mind. “You’re seriously blaming all that on me?!” I spat at her. “After everything you did to me, I don’t care about you, your sisters, their husbands or your parents! Nor do I care about any children they have from you helping them rape me!” There was a gasp from the crowd as I turned to the car and pulled out my briefcase, “This is for you, another of your “Greatest Hits’,” I doubted she’d watch it but handed her the DVD from the PI she didn’t know anything about, this was the real reason I had filed for divorce. In it she was having sex with numerous men, begging them to breed her, telling them how small my cock was — only one of them was even close to me — that I was lousy in bed, that I never ate her pussy, and the worst was her telling them I would never have sex with her again. Which, so far as I could tell, was true, for the last 6 months of our marriage she had made it so I was fucking her sisters or mother, instead of her. “I dare you to watch it!” Challenge laid I got in the rental and drove to the airport and back to my staid, happy, yet sexless life.

“Hello?” I answered only recognizing the number as being from my hometown. It had been a week since I’d been back in the place where my ex resides.

“Hi, sweetie!” The caller said with enthusiasm.

“Val?”

“Yes, Kyle,” Val said quietly when she heard my lack of desire to talk to her. “I know you don’t want to talk to me but I need to talk to you,” she said hurriedly.

“You’re right Val, I don’t want to talk to you, especially after Tara attacked me at the coffee shop the other day!” I retorted. I just knew she was going to do the same thing Tara did.

“She attacked you?” I heard genuine surprise in her voice.

“Yes!” I almost yelled into the phone. “She somehow found out I was in town, for a meeting about a promotion no less, she has a friend that works in HR at my company, and showed up at the Starbucks where I was, she followed my into the parking lot and then yelled about how I had ruined her, and your, lives by what I did on her birthday. I’m not the one who cheated. I’m not the one who allowed you all to rape me by drugging me. And I’m not the one who cut her pussy off from me.” I was yelling into the phone now because I’d had enough! “I didn’t ruin your lives, she ruined mine,” I said softly, just about to hang up.

“Please, Kyle?” I heard her say, somehow it stayed my hand. “Please, talk to me?!”

“Why should I listen to anymore of you all’s lies?”

“I never lied to you, Kyle,” she said quietly.

“Yes, you did,” I said sadly. This whole ordeal had been so exhausting for me, and I’d been divorced from her for more than two years now! “What about Ryan, Val?” I closed the lid, “how many times did you ride my drugged body, Val?” I asked, sealing her ‘never lied’ coffin permanently. I could hear her sobbing, softly, through the phone.

“I’m sorry, Kyle,” She offered through her sobs.

“Me too, Val,” I said, taking a deep, stuttering breath. “I loved all of you! I would’ve done anything for you!” I said, flashing back to last week; Tara coming at me, blaming me for all that happened had really thrown me for a loop. I mean — I wasn’t the one cheating with what seemed like a hundred men each week; I wasn’t the one who told complete strangers that my wife would never get my cock again — no, that was her, she had done those things and said that to I don’t know how many men in the video I had given her. The PI report said she was having sex with ten to fifteen guys every day of the week! How does a person have sex with so many people in one day!? “You were my family!” I was sobbing now, trying to make sense of why she would call after so long a time. “How does a woman who says she loves you — a woman who just told me “she’s totally lost without me” — have sex with over fifty men every week?” I was bawling, snot running out of my nose, tears falling like a river down my cheeks… I was an emotional wreck! Being the typical male I had dropped my bomb, run away to my new life and hidden all the emotions deep within myself. Tara coming at me last week had reopened all the wounds I had hidden deep in my psyche. “Huh? Tell me!” I demanded. All I heard was crying from the other end. “Tell me! I didn’t degrade, demean or embarrass her! I didn’t tell people she was a lousy lover. I didn’t make fun of her to others. I never disrespected her the way she did me in that video!”

“HER MASTER MADE HER DO ALL THAT!” Val yelled out through her sobs.

“Her what?”

“Her master, Kyle,” Val said in a voice you could tell she was trying to stop crying. “The dickhead who was controlling her.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said confused as to what she was talking about.

“Just hear me out, Kyle,” Val said, then I heard her take a deep breath and let it out, “the day after you left our husbands kicked us out of our homes and the twins and I moved in with Tara. The following Friday the doorbell rings and Tara answers it, I hear a commotion and go to look, there is a man trying to force his way past her telling her that he is her master, she is his slut and his slave and she will do as he says… yadda, yadda, yadda. When he saw me he starts saying how I will be his slut too and I will also do everything he tells me. When I laugh in his face he gets super pissed and tries to hit me. The nerve of this asshole to try and hit me!? Anyway, long story short I tell Tara to let him in, when he came at me I fucked him up,” I remembered she was a black belt in several martial arts disciplines and was, the last I knew, trying to blend them, “then called the cops saying he forced his way in and Tara has the marks and bruises to prove it, which she did. When he was arrested and sent to the hospital I learned his name — Tommy Pligh — and I remembered you and Tara talking about him being a bully and asshole from when you all were first dating…”

“It’s not so much that he was a bully, more like he was jealous because Tara shot him down because he was an asshole who treated women badly, very badly,” I said remembering back to all the trouble Tommy had caused us. “Tara went on one date with him and he tried to rape her when she refused to have sex with him, at least that’s what she told me at the time, and then she and I started dating and he kept trying to cause trouble between us, nearly broke us up a time or two, too.”

“Well, somehow he figured out that Tara is submissive by nature and took advantage of it, starting right around the time I got pregnant with Ryan. Which leads me to that — the reason Tara allowed us to have sex with you was because it was her way to defy Tommy after he specifically ordered her to stop having sex with you, immediately, told her that you were to never have sex with a woman again, thus she brought me in to have sex with you and I wound up pregnant — which is ironic because I’d been having unprotected sex with Thomas for years and nothing happened — I have sex with you one time and get pregnant, go figure!” I heard her chuckle, “Yeah, I found all of this out after I found her collapsed on the floor, bawling and hyperventilating and the video you gave her playing, when I came in from your backyard garden, repeating through her hiccups ‘I didn’t know he knew, I didn’t know he knew,’ over and over. That’s when all the pieces fell into place for me, and I would guess her too.”

“That’s all well and good but what does that have to do with her loving me? How could she love me and do all the nasty things she did? How could she love me and say those mean things about me? I mean, I never once failed to make her cum, a lot, during sex!” I asked her, still not knowing what she was talking about. “The things she said about me to all those men were so hurtful to me, she took away my manhood,” my voice whispered.

“No, Kyle, she didn’t,” I was surprised by the amount of love I heard in her words, “she told us all about how good you are in bed, and how many times you would make her cum during sex,” she sighed deeply, “we just never thought to ask her why she was doing it, allowing us to have sex with you and wasn’t worried about us getting pregnant… I guess we didn’t really want to know, didn’t want the ‘golden cock’ to go away, as it were.” I could hear her talking softly to someone where she was, but couldn’t make out the words. “It started out as just me, the twins were too busy trying to win marriage proposals out of their men, and I got pregnant that first time. I wasn’t worried about Thomas finding out about me fucking you, he’d been having affairs since just before the twins were born and I knew all about them, had all kinds of evidence of his multiple affairs, so when he tried to divorce me for adultery I just tossed a stack of photos on the table and said, “same here”, he changed his tune real quick after that and we had a rather decent and friendly divorce…” this time I was able to hear what she said to the other person, ‘no, honey, I’m not talking to Kyle…’ I could tell she was listening to whatever the other person was saying then she said, ‘…why don’t you go make us some sandwiches for lunch and I will be in shortly?‘ I could hear her huff about the interruption. “Kyle, you need to realize all of us never stopped loving you. We need you in our lives as our husband, as the father of our children and as our lover. We just plain need you Kyle. And your wife really needs you to take control of her, become her Dom and Master…”

“I don’t have a wife!” I spat out, interrupting her telling me what to do.

“Yes, Kyle, you do, Tara never signed the papers,” Val said in a sad, small voice.

“Say what?!” I sat, heavily, in my chair. “What are you saying?” My head was spinning, I could barely breathe.

“Kyle, Tara never signed the papers you left,” Val said quietly, “she’s still married to you.”

“Why the Hell not?!” I demanded, starting to get angry all over again. She’d done it to me again, ruined my life all because she was a selfish bitch who just wasn’t happy unless she destroyed me in some form or fashion. “She’s still trying to destroy me isn’t she?” I asked.

“Why would you think she is trying to destroy you, Kyle?” Val asked the surprise clear in her voice.

“Well, she said all those mean things about me, she told that guy she would make sure I never had sex again, and she didn’t sign the papers. What am I supposed to think when she does all those things to me?” I asked her, clearly I was freaking out.

“Kyle, do you know what it means to be a ‘master’?” Val asked in a gentle voice.

“No,” I replied taking a deep breath, “I don’t know what that means.” I huffed. “You know I grew up in foster care, I never had the things most other children take for granted.”

“I know, sweetie, and I’m not disparaging you,” Val said softly, nicely. “I know you grew up rough.” I could hear her sigh, “Do you have a computer at home yet? I know you had one here and Tara was the main user.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Well I want you to use a computer and do a google search for BDSM. Will you do that for me?” she asked. ‘Thank you, I’ll be there in a minute.” She called out to Tara. “Also look up ‘Dom/sub’ and ‘Dom/slave’. Will you do that for me, please, Kyle?” Val asked in a harried sort of way. “I need to go now, she’s getting more and more curious about who I’m talking to. Please just look those things up, and I will call you in a few days? If that’s okay?” I could hear the pleading in her voice.

“Okay, I don’t know why, but I will do what you asked and look this stuff up, Val,” I sighed resignedly, giving up, my life was still a mess, “I’m not sure when I’ll get the chance, but I will do as you asked me.” They were all intent on destroying me and I had little means to stop them now.

“Thank you, Kyle! I have to go deal with Tara, but I will talk to you in a few days, I promise!” Val said and hung up. After she hung up I walked into the kitchen and began to make my lunch. While I was eating I pulled out my smartphone and did a google search like Val asked me to. I had heard the term a few times in the past but didn’t really know what it was and was never interested enough to find out. Putting BDSM into the search bar I was stunned at what I saw: women with ropes around their breasts, clothes pins on nipples and breasts and lady parts. Seeing penises in women’s rear ends, and other pictures of women and men with bruises — some so bad as to be black and blue while others were deep red — and the tools used to cause such harm to them: cat-o-nine tails, the differing shapes of crops and the marks they left on the flesh, whips, canes and paddles. The collars and leashes, the different types of hand and ankle cuffs. All of it combined to scare Kyle, so much so he lost his appetite, not wanting anything to do with any of it. He couldn’t understand how a person would ever want that done to them. After a few minutes of sitting there, trying to erase the images from his mind he noticed his penis was hard as steel, straining against his shorts, like it was trying to tear itself free.

Monday after lunch found me sat at my desk remembering what had happened the evening before; sitting on his couch watching TV when the images of women tied up with rope around their tits, and their arms tied behind their back as men pushed their dicks into their asses and mouths intruded into his mind. All images from his internet search the day before. How he had switched the image of the anonymous girls in the pictures to one of Tara, his mind’s eye seeing her with her tits bound with rope so tightly they were turning purple, and her arms bound behind her back with cuffs and what looked like a racquetball stuffed in her mouth. How he’d taken his huge cock out of his shorts and jerked off to the images of this in his head, ending up shooting the biggest load of cum he had ever shot, with cum going everywhere requiring a huge clean up afterward. And now here he was, sitting at his desk as those images ran, unbidden, through his mind, causing his cock to grow at the most inopportune time; the voice which had just barked from his phone’s intercom was his boss’s, demanding I come to his office immediately. Knowing there was nothing I could do, walking the measly fifteen feet to his boss’s door, to hide my cock I stood and walked into the outer office and watched as the secretary’s mouth gaped open at seeing the bulge in my slacks, which reached almost to my knee.

“He told me ‘immediately’,” causing Jill to close her mouth and lead me to the inner office door.

“Kyle Benton, sir,” Jill said as she stepped in, holding the door for me enter. As I passed her I noticed the top of her head was about even with the tip of my nose. Then she stepped back out while closing it behind her. Looking up from his desk as he stood, my boss, Art — short for Arthur — stuck his hand out and glanced down. He was in his mid-fifties, slightly thinning silver/grey hair, grey eyes with a fit, healthy physique.

“Holy fuck!” Art blurted out, “Just how big is that thing?!” indicating the bulge in Kyle’s slacks.

Thinking I was in trouble with my boss I answered honestly, “A little over ten and a half inches, and just slightly smaller around than a soda can,”

“My wife would love to ride your cock,” Art mumbled to himself, but it was loud enough for Kyle to hear in the quiet office.

“Why would your wife want to have sex with me?” I asked, perplexed that my boss would even think she would want to. He also remembered what Brooke and Beverly said about ‘riding’ him.

“Because she is my submissive sex slave wife,” Art paused for a second, “and she’s also a size queen. The bigger the cock, the happier she is!” he said happily. “Anyway, enough about that, I want you to tell me why you refused the promotion.” Art demanded with a bit of scorn in his voice.

“Because I don’t want to move back… be anywhere near my ex-wife.” I stated plainly.

“That’s not a good enough reason!” Art said looking him in the eyes. “I recommended you for that promotion and I am extremely pissed off that you didn’t take it!” he said his eyes flashing.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I said. The words seemed lame to him. “I just can’t go back there, my ex spent months screwing other men, badmouthing me. She took away my manhood and I do not want to be anywhere near her!”

“Finally, I see some emotion from you!” Art blurted out, happy to see this side of Kyle, who was probably his best employee. “It’s about time you let all that stuff go,”

“She emasculated me!” I spat out, “She took everything I did for her and turned it all around on me. I don’t ever want to see the backstabbing bitch again!” he paused and turned his eyes to his boss, “And you, where do you get off digging into my life!?”

“Kyle, you need to let it all go, but if you feel the ex-wife emasculated you, as you say, then you need to take your manhood back from her.” Art said looking at him, waiting to see what Kyle would say.

“How?” I said looking at him with a sadness I had never felt before. “My parents died when I was ten. I grew up without a family, with nothing, lost in the foster care system. Oh yeah, they fed me, kept a roof over my head, but the fathers, so called, only worried about how much money they would get from the state so they could go drink it all away. I don’t know how.” I said in a low, tired voice. I was at my wit’s end and just wanted it all to go away.

“I will do my best to teach you what your father would have if he hadn’t died,” Art said softly, his eyes diverted to his desk top, “but, I expect you to listen and learn. And do as you’re told. No exceptions. Understood?” Art stated raising his eyes to Kyle’s. Seeing Kyle’s nod, he reached for his phone, “Would you come in here, please, Jill?” releasing the button on his phone he sat back in his chair. ‘Now we need to figure out some way to get them to move your new job to this office, because you are not giving up this promotion!” he finished saying as Jill came through his office door. “Lock it,” he ordered after she closed it behind her. Art’s next order floored Kyle, “Strip! We need some eye candy while we brainstorm this,”

“Yes, Master,” Jill said as she started removing her clothes and Kyle’s jaw sat on the floor, amazed she would do it. Then Kyle heard the words she had just said, ‘yes master’ in his mind.

“Leave the heels on,” Art ordered her as Kyle swung his eyes to his boss. “Yes, she is one of my slaves,” he said plainly, after hearing a soft ‘yes, sir’ from her, continuing watching as Jill finished removing her clothes, placing them on the low table in front of the couch. “Magnificent as always, Jill!” Art called to her, “Don’t you think so, Kyle?” he asked. Kyle sat, staring at Jill, all he could do was nod his head, as he assessed her body: light brown hair; gray-green eyes and pert nose set on a face that could stop traffic; he had no idea the cup size but they looked like good handful sized breasts with dusky pink eraser sized nipples, areolas slightly darker yet not much bigger; toned, flat stomach, looked like the beginnings of a six pack showing; her mons was free of hair, and I could see just the tips of her bright pink inner labia sticking out, seeming to get longer the more she moved with a noticeable sheen on them; there was very little jiggle to her ass — you could see her glutes flexing — as she moved around to the side of the desk with the muscles in her legs visibly flexing as she did so; leaning on the desk he noticed her triceps visibly bulging, while allowing her breasts to dangle slightly; altogether she was extremely fit and beautiful. He guessed her age around twenty-seven.

“You called him master?” Kyle blurted while staring at Jill and pointing his finger at their boss.

Seeing her eyes dart to Art, he just caught the nod he gave her, “Yes, sir, I did,” Jill replied demurely, looking at the top of the desk.

“Val said I needed to become Tara’s master and take control of her,” he whispered to himself, yet loud enough for Art and Jill to hear him.

“Let me guess…” Art said, placing his elbows on his desk as he steepled his fingers under his chin, “you didn’t know your wife was submissive and someone else took control of her?” he asked, more as a statement and waited for Kyle to answer.

“How did you know?” Kyle asked in surprise his eyes big as saucers.

“Happened to me with my first wife,” Art said, clearly not interested in talking about it at this time. “Now, let’s get to what we’re here for, figuring out how to get corporate to move your promotion to this office, because I am guessing you don’t want to go back due to all the men she was forced into fucking, am I right?” he said it crudely getting my attention, I could tell he was speaking from experience. I nodded, my eyes cast to the floor. Art gave Jill permission to speak freely then we began the brainstorming trying to figure a way to get corporate to move the job they offered me here. I have to say it was rather nice having her naked; as she was a good distraction, allowing us to deliver some really ‘out there’ ideas.

In the end Art simply told them I had refused the promotion due to personal and private reasons as I didn’t want to return to that particular city. His friend in HR told him he’d look into it and see if anything could be done. Art told Jill to get dressed then sent us on our way.

I was sitting at home about to eat supper when my doorbell rang. Opening the door my jaw dropped as I beheld the vision standing on my porch. Her hair was hanging down her back, I couldn’t see how long it was, covering her upper ears, each lobe held one diamond and one ruby stud. Her brown eyes sparkled, her lips held a smile. My eyes moved down her neck taking in its long grace and smooth skin. Her blouse, obviously sizes too small, was knotted under her breasts almost pulling them apart and clearly showing the ridges of her sternum, her eraser sized nipples trying to poke holes through it. Her belly was smooth, yet showed her partially defined muscles. Her white skirt, not more than four inches long, did nothing to cover her glistening pussy lips. My eyes moved down her toned legs, the muscles visible but not ‘in your face’, ending at her white, open toed, five inch heels. “Sir,” her voice pulled me out of my daze, “do I pass your inspection?” she asked as my eyes landed back on hers.

“Jill,” my voice was a whispered croak, my mouth dry as a bone.

“May I come in, Sir?” Jill asked, her smirk told me she knew what her outfit had done to me. Unable to speak yet, I stepped back and opened the door for her to enter. Dipping her knees slightly she reached for the small suitcase and garment bag sitting beside her that I hadn’t even noticed during my ogling. “Show me to your room,” she said as she stepped through the door. Closing and relocking the door gave me the time I needed to clear my head.

“Why are you here, Jill?” my voice was still a little croak-y.

“I volunteered,” she said lowering her suitcase to the floor.

“Volunteered? For what?” I asked getting my equilibrium back.

“To begin your training to becoming a Master,” She said. She was still holding her garment bag. I followed her eyes when she glanced down at my crotch seeing my hard cock bulging against my pants.

“My what, now?” I asked, flabbergasted.

“To begin teaching you how to be a Master, Sir,” Jill said plainly.

“You’re married, Jill! Why in the world would you want do that?” I asked pointing at her wedding rings.

“And my husband knows exactly where I am and why I am here, his mistress will take care of him,” she paused and looked back to my crotch, “plus, I want that huge cock shoved deep in my holes! I want to feel your hot cum shooting down my throat, deep into my womb and as far as possible into my ass! I want to feel it splashing on my tits! I want to feel it coating my face after you cum all over it!” her face, neck and shoulders were flushed and her breathing had increased.

“Jill, you’re married,” he said it softly, but Kyle’s look told her this was going to be a problem. As she gently laid her garment bag atop her suitcase she thought back to the conversation she’d had with her master when he was discussing this assignment with her:

‘You’re probably going to have to get nasty with him to break him out of his shell. It’s going to take a lot of force to get through the wall he has put up; to get him to look at you, let alone fuck you you… it did me. And when it happens he will take every bit of his anger out on your pussy, ass and mouth. Are you prepared for that?’ Art, her master and boss, stood there giving her a hard look.

‘I think I can handle him,’ Jill had said a slightly defiant look in her eyes. ‘I mean, he hasn’t dated since he got here and from what we can determine he hasn’t paid any hookers or escorts to take care of his needs meaning he’s been totally celibate since he moved here, I would think he’d be ready to get some pussy from a hot, sexy woman such as myself.’

‘Don’t bet on it,’ Master’s eyes were distant, ‘my first wife did the same as his did and it took a long time before I was able to look at another woman again. Of course I didn’t have a support system back then, I do now and Kyle is going to get the full benefit of it. That boy has a lot of potential and I hate to see it wasted on a wife who got caught in a submissive trap!’ her Master’s eyes focused on her again. ‘Do whatever it takes to get him back in the game, before the party this weekend.’

‘Yes, Master,’ Glancing over shoulder as she went through the office door Jill saw concern and hope warring in her Master’s grey eyes.

Focusing on him now she understood her Master’s worry; Kyle was a broken man.

“Kyle, I don’t give a damn about my husband,” Jill said staring at his cock bulging down his thigh almost to his knee, all the while untying and removing her blouse, setting her 34B breasts free their strawberry colored, gumdrop sized nipples with their indented tips were one or two shades lighter than the surrounding oval shaped areola, looked hard enough to cut glass. “Before the night is done his mistress will be using the biggest strap-on dildo she owns and pegging him into submission.” She saw his confusion, “She’s going to be fucking him in his ass… with a giant rubber dick!” She stated with a soft vehemence, hiding her smirk as she saw him clench his butt cheeks at what she’d said.

“That’s just wrong!” Kyle said. He looked at her, his eyes flashing, “If you try something like that with me it will get ugly.” He didn’t know how to fight but he would damn sure fight with everything he had against that!

“Finally!” Jill thought. “About damn time I see some fire in your eyes!” she said as she shifted her skirt higher on her waist, fully exposing her mons Venus to Kyle’s eyes. “Are you a pussy, Kyle?”

He just stood there looking at her confusion in his eyes.

“You’ve got a hot, sexy woman standing naked in front of you who wants nothing more than to have your huge cock filling all of her holes and you just stand there looking like a lost puppy!”

Still he stood there.

“Did that slut you call a wife turn you gay, Kyle?” She knew now she was going to have to break him a bit more to build him back up… and her heart was breaking. ‘Be strong, Jill, he’ll come back stronger and better than he was before,’ she thought to herself. “No. I don’t think that’s the case at all. I don’t think she took your manhood like you told the boss today, I think you threw it away, just tossed it out the window,” she said that last part in a sing-song voice. The whole time she was insulting him she had worked her way closer to him “Kyle, do I need to call my husband’s mistress and have her come here and shove her giant rubber dick up your ass?” Now, standing directly in front of him, she reached out and grabbed his big dick. “I wonder if Mistress Zoe has a dildo as big as your cock…?” The question was rhetorical. Her eyes locked on his, “I wonder how much you’d enjoy a cock this big being shoved up your ass, hmm?”

“They raped me,” Kyle whispered so low Jill almost didn’t hear him. With the admission he collapsed to the floor.

‘My God, the one thing every woman on the planet fears happened to him!’ Jill thought as she sank to the floor beside him and wrapped him in her arms. “Who raped you, Kyle?”

“Tara would drug me then tie me to the bed and let her sisters and mother ‘ride’ me.” Tears were flowing down his cheeks. “Her mother wasn’t in the video I took but both of her sisters were discussing how they each wanted a turn so they could get pregnant. Their mother had already had her baby.” Kyle scrubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “Val, their mother, told me the other day that allowing her sisters and mother to have sex with me was Tara’s way of defying the one controlling her after he told her I would never get another pussy,” Kyle took a shuddering breath, “and then, when I’d ask her the day after, if she had enjoyed it, Tara would insult me, calling me dummy and stupid and idiot, said once I was too stupid to be breathing.” Kyle was surprised to feel Jill’s lips on his in a gentle kiss.

“Kyle, how long has she been insulting you?” the question was softly asked.

“Ever since I met her,”

“Do you still have the video?” Jill inquired.

“I have a copy of it, why?” his skepticism was clear.

“Can I see it? I have a hunch,” Jill was seeing signs of herself in the things Kyle was telling her about his wife. Kyle shrugged nonchalantly getting to his feet he lowered his hand in offer of helping Jill to stand. “Not bad for a twenty-eight year old woman, huh?” Jill asked seeing his eyes roving her body again.

“It’s easy to see you take care of yourself,” he said as he picked up her luggage, waving his head indicating she should follow. As they passed by the kitchen entry she saw his plated dinner on the table looking like it hadn’t been touched yet.

‘Damn, I must’ve interrupted his supper. If nothing else I’ll make sure he eats tonight!’ she thought to herself as they continued down the short hall. “Kyle?” Jill inquired as he set her suitcase on his bed. Her eyes glancing to the ensuite bathroom. ‘It doesn’t look very big,’ she thought to herself as she sat, naked, on his bed, ‘single man, living alone, just how big a bathroom does he need?’ she snorted in her head.

“I only have the one bed in the house. I’m sorry. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Kyle said as he moved to the closet to hang her garment bag on the hanger rod. He reached up to pull a box off the shelf.

“No you won’t, Kyle. You’ll sleep right here with me, naked, with your cum running out of my pussy and your cock covered in our mixed goo,” Jill told him, her eyes making clear it was non-negotiable. ‘Hopefully with your cum covered cock nestled in my ass crack and your hand firmly ensconcing my tit,’ she finished in her head. Without acknowledging what she’d said he placed the box on the bed and opened it. Her glimpse inside showed her a binder and several CDs or DVDs, she wasn’t sure. Grabbing two jewel cases he handed them to her then closed and put the box back in the closet. Both were emblazoned with the logo of a private investigation service. ‘So that’s how he found out what was going on,’ she thought to herself, ‘I’ll bet that hit him hard.’

Having removed her skirt before leaving the bedroom Jill was totally naked except for her strappy heels. This time holding her hand out to him she led him into the kitchen/dining room. Motioning for him to sit where his plate was she took it, placed it in the microwave and started it. Upon the ding she placed it back in front of him, “I didn’t know I interrupted your supper. Please, eat,” She interpreted his raised eyebrow as him asking if she was going to eat too, “I ate before I got here,” then she smiled, “but I do hope you have eggs for our breakfast in the morning…?” her voice drifted off sexily.

‘I love you, you big dummy. Please, be the man I know you are and save me from that asshole.’ It was at the end of the third segment, the screen black as Tara had just turned out the lights in their bedroom. The little camera finally made its adjustment to the lower light and they could just make out the shadow of Tara leaning over him then they heard the kiss she gave him, ‘please,’ It was a heartfelt, pleading whisper. A few moments later the next segment started.

“You’ve never seen that, have you?” Jill asked after she paused the player. Kyle shook his head. “Probably never got past the first section?”

Kyle shook his head again, “No, it was just too painful,”

“Well, I got some good news for you at least,” Jill said a sly smile on her lips. Seeing his quizzical look she continued, “That woman loves you with everything she has.” She declared. Tears brimmed Kyle’s eyes.

“I abandoned her!” Kyle spat out.

“No, baby, you didn’t abandon her.” Jill said taking him back into her arms and trying to comfort him. “The biggest thing about D/s relationships is communication. She should have told you what she was needing, instead of insulting you and hoping you’d figure it out.” Jill’s eyes went out of focus, “She reminds me so much of me… before Art found me,” she said softly her eyes moving to stare at the floor. Feeling him pull back she looked into his eyes, “I met my husband at a party about a year after I graduated from college. He made me laugh, he was witty, and he could carry on a conversation. Long story, short; we married and about six months after that we started sniping at each other, insults, putdowns, and plain knockdown, drag out fights. I’d only been at the company for about three months when my first company Christmas party came around, anyway, my husband and I got into a big argument: insults, derogatory words and other assorted names were flung at each other, right there in front of the Execs, God and everybody else,” she paused to marshal her thoughts, “I was standing there realization dawning I had just launched a giant torpedo into my career, tears were starting to roll down my cheek when I felt a hand grab my arm and start, very forcefully, dragging me away. Looking that way I saw my husband was also being forcibly removed from the area. I was thinking it was some sort of security taking us to a holding cell to await the police for disrupting the venue.” She paused a sly smile creasing her face.

“And that’s when Joseph, my husband, started bucking at the hand that was holding him. Then, all of a sudden, THWAP! Joseph’s head jolts forward. Then this low, feminine growl comes from behind him, ‘You will behave yourself, NOW!’ and he gets another crack to the head and he becomes docile as a box full of newborn kittens. I crane my head further back to see who’s whacking my husband’s head and there she is: the fucking Goddess! Honey brown hair in waves down to her ass. Ice blue eyes. Sculpted nose. High cheek bones. Earrings dangling half way down her swan’s neck. Gold necklace, the diamond pendant sitting pertly between her C cup tits. The body of the dress was so tight I could see her abdominal muscles moving as she walked behind us. Gorgeous apple sized ass cheeks twitching with each step. Sky blue painted toes peeking out from under the dress’ hem with each step, a silver strap gleaming just above.” Jill stopped there to savor the memory.

She came back to herself, “I had experimented in college with other women, but they had never done anything for me. But this woman, I was instantly in love with. I would’ve done anything for her.” she said sighing. “They led us into an empty office the man basically flinging us in. They followed then closed and locked the door.” Jill looked at Kyle and saw his interest in her story. “The office was a couple of doors down from your current one, and Art was in your position at the time and maybe four years passed his divorce. His wife was a high priced lawyer. ‘Your behavior was atrocious!’ the lady barked at Joseph. ‘And yours was no better!’ Art was staring right into my eyes when he said it, I felt like I was five years old getting scolded for stealing cookies from the jar.” She paused, smirking at the memory. “Then they looked at each other, nodded and said, in unison, ‘lick my pussy/suck my cock’. I was stunned but a tingle shot up my spine and I looked at Art and, in a voice full of command, ordered me to suck his cock again. Anyway, to finish this history lesson off quickly, I sucked Art’s cock and Joseph licked Zoe’s pussy and the connections were made. I have been Art’s secretary/slave, and Joseph has been Zoe’s slave, ever since. A little FYI: Art never works with males. Zoe never dominates females, but she’s a switch and will be with females as a sub.” Jill stopped her story there and looked at Kyle.

“Wow,” Kyle muttered softly. He stared blankly at the floor, processing everything he’d just been told.

“And as for the hunch I told you about earlier?” Jill said pulling his attention back to her. “It was that Tara is a submissive because she was acting just like I was, without a Dom, I had no rudder, wasn’t getting what I needed, the same as Tara.” Jill sighed again. “You didn’t do anything wrong in your marriage. Tara should have told you what was going on with her; she should have told you she needed you to step up. By the time she did, you were drugged out of your mind and sound asleep.”

“Why did you volunteer to help me?” Kyle asked idly curious. Jill just looked at him blankly for a moment then cleared her throat.

“I guess the truth is always best, huh?” Jill asked rhetorically. “Well, it’s kinda complicated and it’s kinda not. When I saw your cock outlined at the office the other day I knew I wanted it. And when you called Tara your ex-wife Art had me call and re-verify you were still married to her… you are. She never filed for divorce. Yes?” she could see he wanted to say something.

“The day I left she had the divorce papers in her hand… I filed. She just never followed through,” It was Kyle’s turn to sigh. “When I was at the home office last week she ambushed me at the Starbucks’ across the street; apparently there is someone in the HR department — Cat(?) — who follows up on me and then passes the information on to Tara.” Jill could see the anger flooding his eyes. “Telling me how it was all my fault her family was all broken now and how she couldn’t live without me…” Kyle thought back to the pleading entreaty. “Anyway, re-verify? How do you know so much about me, and why?”

“Its company policy to pull a full background check on all of our employees, because you never know what might cross your desk.” Jill said in a monotone, like she was reading out of the employee handbook.

“Well, nothing’s ever come across my desk so I must be one of the ‘do not show anything to’ people.” Kyle’s eyes hardened as something clicked in his head. “Are you telling me the company knew about Tara’s cheating before I did!?” his anger filled eyes landing on Jill’s.

“Umm, unfortunately, they probably did,” Jill said nodding. Her voice was contrite, yet her eyes pointed at the floor unable to meet his harsh gaze. She looked back at him, “As for you being one of those people, you never would’ve been promoted if you were, and your name damn sure wouldn’t have been put forward for this latest promotion.”

“How could they promote me knowing my wife was a slut who fucked anything with two legs?” Kyle asked perplexed, shaking his head trying to figure it out.

“Kyle, just between you, me and this couch… the big bosses at HQ know for a fact twelve women at the office are Art’s slaves, that he fucks them on and off company time and they know his wife is a switch, yet still hold him in favorable status.” She watched his reaction closely, making sure he understood her. “Now, as to the other reason I volunteered,” she paused long enough Kyle didn’t think she was going to tell him. “When you left the office after our brainstorming session Master caught me sitting at my desk all dreamy eyed. He looked at me and straight out said ‘you want to fuck him’, it wasn’t a question, he made it a statement. I looked my Master in his eyes ‘I want him to put his babies in me!’ and I said it loud and clear so he wouldn’t make any mistake about what I had said. His eyes got big and his mouth went open and then I said, ‘Yep, at least two. He’s a man, he’s broken… but he’s a man!’. I thought Master was gonna have a heart attack on the spot because I had never, ever, told him I wanted children. Because Master knows how I see my husband.” Jill said that last part in a soft whisper, a tear slowly rolled down her cheek as she took a stuttered breath. “I love my husband, but he is not a man and I have no respect for him as a man. He is a walking ass-pussy with a dick hanging in front of it,” Jill raised her sad eyes to Kyle’s, “he’s nothing but a flat chested woman with a dick who sucks other men’s cum from other men’s asses, while other men fill him with their cum and he loves it. I have refused sex with him since well before the Christmas party I spoke of earlier,” Kyle’s look of shocked consternation and his mouth opening and closing like a fish had Jill giggling in seconds.

“JILL?!” Kyle exclaimed finally finding his voice. Which only made Jill’s giggles turn into full out laughter.

“What?” Jill was able to get out between laughs. Her final look of amused innocence was just too much for Kyle.

“I always thought your husband looked a little effeminate, but I never knew you held him in such low regard,” Kyle said as they started calming down.

She pursed her lips deep in thought for a moment then raised her eyes to his, “While he was eating Zoe’s pussy right beside me that first time I had no problem with it; not a bit of jealousy or anger… maybe a little bit of envy,” she smiled poutily at that, “but none of the others. The following two weeks were awesome; we didn’t fight, argue… nothing! We had conversations about the house and the bills and how work was going. Of course, I was getting banged daily by Art, whether it be in the morning, at lunch time or he asked me to stay late I was getting fucked six ways to Sunday. Joseph was doing his thing with Mistress Zoe, meeting her every night wherever they met. I was under the impression that since she had him eat her pussy at the party he was getting pussy regularly from her as her slave. Then our first D/s party came about. Art had invited me the Monday before and said bring your husband. So we arrived around seven Friday night and there was a big buffet set up; all top tier foods. A few hours later and everyone had grazed and nibbled their way through the buffet and as people start taking off their clothes Art and Zoe drag us to an area where there are like couch cushions laid out” she saw Kyle nod his understanding, “with a bunch of naked men standing around. Art helped me disrobe and Zoe helped slash ordered Joseph to disrobe. Art ordered me to all fours so I dropped. I raised my head in time to see Art moving behind me as he pulls his cock out then I feel him enter in one thrust, which was no problem, as I’d spent the last two weeks taking his cock daily. But when I looked at Joseph there was a man behind and in front of him with their dicks in him with Mistress Zoe standing there watching the whole thing. I’m thinking Mistress is making him do that and I will definitely say something to Master Monday when I get to work.”

“It was all him, wasn’t it?” Kyle asked softly into the gap Jill left. She nodded.

“Yes,” Jill took a girding breath “on Monday morning I stormed into Art’s office and demanded to know why Mistress Zoe forced my husband to do that with those men. When Art told me Zoe didn’t force him to do anything, that it was all his choice, I literally collapsed into one of the chairs in front of his desk. I must’ve turned a few shades of green because Art launched himself out of his chair and placed his trashcan in front of me thinking I was gonna be sick.” A wry smile appeared on her face. ‘I was even more aghast when he asked me why I was so shocked about it, didn’t I know that’s what he was doing when he met with Zoe during the week.” Jill took a deep breath. “Anyway, fifteen minutes later Art is apologizing like crazy while putting me into my car with one of the interns driving and another following to bring him back.” A smile creased her face.

“What?” Kyle asked.

“Oh, just remembering the threat Art leveled at the two interns,” Jill said a wistful look in her eyes. ‘If either of you touches her in any way other than to help her into her house I will cut your fucking nuts off and hang them from the ceiling over your desks so you can look up pining away wondering what the fuck you did wrong!’ even in my fugue I knew he was completely serious.” She shook herself. “By the time Joseph got home that evening he had been moved to the guest bedroom and, as we were upside down on the house and cars, that’s where he’s been ever since.” Jill took a deep, seemingly cleansing, breath.

Kyle stood and held his hand out to Jill. She took it and he pulled her to her feet, then led her into the kitchen. “I have not yet tasted this particular brand, yet someone, somewhere told me it was a good one for sipping while doing absolutely nothing. You interested in trying it with me?” He asked holding out an unopened bottle of wine for her perusal. Her nod caused her tits to sway slightly much to Kyle’s delight.

The wine poured, tasted and approved by both they were back on the couch. “Jill, are you serious about wanting to have my babies?” Kyle asked. He had been shocked when she’d it earlier and had to make sure he’d heard her correctly.

“Yes, Kyle, I am serious about wanting to have your babies,” Jill purred, “at least two if you’re okay with it?” she took a sip of her wine and Kyle could see she had a thought. “And don’t worry about Tara finding out, she has no leg to stand on.”

“I know,” Kyle said and smiled at her. “After seeing and hearing her plea earlier,” his voice trailed off, “I will probably end up taking her back, but I would like to learn what is required to control her so what happened back then never happens again.”

“I would say you’re gonna have to collar her,” Jill said. Seeing the confusion on Kyle’s face she elaborated, “You put a collar on her so as to mark her as yours,”

“A collar?” Kyle asked, still not sure of what she was talking about. “You mean like a dog collar?”

“If you want,” Jill said, “it could also be a slut/slave collar or even a simple choker she wears to show she’s been claimed.” She added, tentatively. Kyle was looking at the floor realizing how much he didn’t know. “Kyle,” Jill said softly bringing his attention back to her. “Did you see the anklet I was wearing the other day in Art’s office?”

“What’s an anklet?” Kyle asked plainly. His face flushed, his embarrassment was at an all-time high for showing his stupidity in front of Jill.

“It’s like a bracelet, but worn around my right ankle instead of my wrist,” Jill said. “All of Art’s office sluts and slaves wear one while they’re at work.” She paused to look at him, “Yes, they all wear them on their right ankles, and if Art finds one not wearing hers that day they will be punished, usually during lunch,” she smiled, evilly, “and, Kyle, all but three of them are married.” She smirked seeing the shock in his eyes.

“What!? Why?” Kyle was dumbfounded. “Why would they do that?” he spluttered out.

“Oh, you already know why I am, but I would imagine some of them aren’t getting what they need from their husbands, or it could be they enjoy the punishments he deals out? I honestly don’t know why they allow Art to dominate them.” Jill had a thoughtful look. “I know there is one who leaves with Art’s jizz in her and she makes her husband suck it out of her when she gets home… that would make the husband a cuckold and Art her bull.” She added making Kyle cringe in disgust.