Fantasy Island

Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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Joe, Ted, and I stood outside of the night club. The three of us had just dropped our wives off at the front door and were “waiting” to go in and get a table in the shadows, away from the bar.

The three of us had met on a forum where we discussed sharing our wives with other men. We all denied the fact that we wanted to be cuckolded by our wives, but deep down inside, this was our one true desire. We all suspected this of each other, but none of us ever admitted it, or accused the other of feeling that way.

We had found an element of comfort in sharing our efforts with each other. We passed web pages, articles, and even books between the three of us but never talked about what each of us truly wanted deep down inside.

Ted, Joe and myself were all successful in our professions. Ted was in marketing and had a considerable amount of savings. Joe was in real estate and did very well once he started selling commercial properties. I worked in bank investments and shared what knowledge I had with others from time to time.

None of us were in the market for a yacht or a private jet, but we were comfortable.

Ted was married to Elaine. She was a fierce brunet that had been a gymnast in college.

Joe was married to Ann. Ann was a red head with an hourglass figure and an amazing ass.

Jo was my wife. She looked like a natural blonde, but had highlights put in her hair. She had 38DD breasts and loved to flaunt them every Saturday night at this club, in the grocery store, work, by the pool, or anytime she could.

Tonight was a little special. We had all been coming here for about 6 months, every Saturday without fail. Recently, we had all decided to have our wives walk in without us, and then we would stroll in a little later.

The “danger” here was that none of our wives knew that we all knew each other, or shared the desire for each of them to have sex with other men. We had been all over different forums discussing this, even had detailed conversations with other members. But none of us had the courage to “let the cat out of the bag.”

So here we were, a cold November Saturday night standing outside watching Ted smoke, making small talk. It was moronic, slow witted, and non-productive. At the moment, it just seemed to work.

As soon as Ted finished his smoke, we all decided that we needed to go inside, split apart and then compare notes later on.

I went in first, scanned the room and found an empty table 3 rows away from the dance floor. Ted split off and found a spot on the opposite side of the room. Joe went to the far end and found a table with a great view of the dance floor.

What the three of us were NOT prepared for was the sight on the dance floor. All three of our wives were dancing with other men. As we walked in, the song had just started.

I settled down at the table and waited for the waitress to come by to take my drink order. I ordered a drink for my wife and myself and then focused my attention on the dance floor. Jo was a mover and loved to dance. She was dancing with a guy that looked like me, only 15 years younger. I was a little excited about it.

Joe found his wife on the floor with a guy that looked nothing like him. Her dance partner looked a lot like Brad Pitt. According to Joe, Ann’s favorite movie was Legends of the Fall.

I looked past the dance floor and saw Ted staring at his wife. Elaine was dancing with a guy about our ages. He looked like a personal trainer. His arms were huge.

As the song ended, I expected Jo to find me in the crowd and come join me.

I anticipated all the wives would break away and go join their husbands.

Instead, they stayed on the dance floor with their “partners” and danced a slow song with them.

The three of us had started a group text a few weekends ago. My phone buzzed as soon as the song started and the wives stayed out on the floor.

Ted & Joe – “This is new.”

“THIS is positive. Stay hidden so your wife keeps dancing with them.” – Me

I watched as Jo’s partner held her close and put his hands in the small of her back. I got a little more excited when she rested her head on his shoulder for a part of the song. As they spun away from my line of sight, Jo’s partner slid his hand down, half on her ass, half on her thigh.

Ted – “Nice move stranger.”

I watched as Ted’s wife pulled her partner in closer and he reciprocated by pulling both her shoulders in, as if he was hugging her.

Everyone was watching Ann and her dance partner. Ann drew a crowd no matter where she went. Joe was getting a little nervous as he watched. He kept moving around in his seat.

“Steady, this is ALL good.” – Me

The song ended and the “couples” broke apart and headed different directions. Ted’s wife found him at his table and sat with him. He waved to “Muscles” as he walked past their table.

Joe’s wife ran to the bathroom.

My wife Jo walked to the bar and her partner bought her a drink. They sat at the bar and talked for a bit. Jo slurped her drink down and then went to the bathroom.

Ann came out of the bathroom and joined Joe at his table.

Jo came out of the bathroom and I thought she saw me, but she was distracted by her dance partner. He talked her into joining him for another dance. She looked at me and I nodded, motioned with my hands, and fake laughed so she could see my approval.

Jo followed her new “friend” out to the dance floor and they finished a fast song. This transitioned into a slow song, and his hands were on her ass as the song started. They never moved. She never moved them.

Ted and Joe were with their wives, so they could not text me. I watched between the crowd as they moved around the dance floor, his hands ON her ass the entire time.

As this slow song ended, a second one started, and Jo moved in closer to her dance partner. His hands dropped a little lower and he held both of her ass cheeks in his hands.

Jo welcomed this, and at the end of the song, they kissed on the lips before breaking apart and moving in opposite directions.

Jo walked directly to the bar and got a drink for herself before she walked over to the table and sat down beside me.

I had a raging hard-on in my pants which I wanted to keep as a secret. Jo was extremely sexy and tonight, she oozed sexuality to the crowd. She kissed me (on the lips) and sat down.

“Finally made it inside I see.” Jo teased me.

I looked at her, “Just in time for the show.” I teased.

Jo blushed but she was not ashamed of her attraction to other men. She KNEW she was sexy, and she loved showing off her titties. Tonight was no exception.

“Another one of these and I’m going to overheat. Might need to rip some of these clothes off to cool down.” Jo said provocatively.

I said nothing and pushed her watered down drink across the table.

“Mr. Beverly, are you daring me to go commando?” Jo said.

I nodded and said nothing.

Jo reached for her watered down drink and slammed it down. She looked at me and smiled. “I will be right back.”

I never thought she would go through with it.

Jo went to the bathroom, waited for a stall to open and then locked herself inside. She slipped out of her panties and hung them on the door slide. She clicked a picture and sent it to me in a text.

Jo – “Happy?”

“I will get you a fresh drink if you go without the bra.” – Me

A few minutes went by.

I got a reply.

Jo – “Done.”

Along with the text message, there was a picture of her bra in her hand.

I flagged down the waitress and ordered a few more drinks for Jo.

I looked up just in time to see her walking out of the bathroom. She had on a low cut blouse and a short skirt with a slit up the side. She kept “fighting” the skirt by pulling it down.

I got a twitch in my balls as she walked across the end of the bar, eyeing me the entire time. As she passed a half wall, her dance partner cut her off and asked for a fast dance.

Jo whispered in his ear, “I will meet you on the dance floor.”

He walked to the dance floor and Jo walked over to our table. She slammed the rest of one drink, looked at me and said, “Its not easy being in demand.”

She set her purse down and rushed to the dance floor.

She shook her ass and chest enough to advertise that she was “free” of restrictive clothing and enjoyed the attention she was getting from other man. I have to confess that I enjoyed the view too.

Her nipples were hard and she was not trying to hide a thing.

As this song ended, Jo’s drinks arrived at the table. As I was paying the waitress, another slow song came on and Jo was in her dance partner’s arms again.

Again, his hands were ON her ass, and (again) she did not move them.

This time, they stood much closer than before, literally touching each other. I could see Jo speaking, laughing, and truly enjoying the stranger’s company.

My phone vibrated.

“Jesus Christ, HOW did you get her to do this?” – Ted

Me – “You don’t know the half of it. Commando top and bottom.”

“Fuck me. You are a legend.” – Ted

The song played and this stranger and my wife swayed to the music, his hands ON her ass.

I lost them in the crowd on the dance floor.

“OH MY” – Joe

Me – “What?”

“I think tonight is YOUR night buddy.” – Joe

Me – “???”

“That guy has one hand on your wife’s ass, and the other disappeared between them. Her head is on his chest.” – Ted

I stood up to see if I could see my wife. Nothing. My phone buzzed.

“Remember, this is a good thing.” – Ted

I moved away from the table and still could not see my wife, or the guy she had been dancing with.

Me – “Can anyone SEE Jo?”

“She is having a good time Buddy. Sit down and relax.” – Ted

I took my seat.

The song ended. I watched the dance floor like a hawk. After everyone had walked off of the floor, my wife was standing center stage, French Kissing her dance partner.

She pushed away, said something to the stranger, and then left him standing on the dance floor alone.

Jo ran to the bathroom.

Me – “You okay?”

“No” – Jo replied – “I let things go too far, I am sorry.”

Me – “Jo, its okay, just a harmless kiss.”

“That’s just what you saw. There is more.” – Jo

I got light headed. I screamed “Holy Shit” in my head a dozen times.

Me – “I’m not upset, whatever it is. We are stronger than whatever it is that’s bothering you.”

“You don’t know what happened.” – Jo

Me- “Whatever it is, I love you and its not that big of a deal. Dancing, drinking, a kiss, there was bound to be something happen that someone was uncomfortable with. Do you want to leave?”

“Yes.” – Jo – “Please get my purse and meet me by the door.”

I got up, grabbed her purse and we met by the front door. Jo never looked over her shoulder as we left.

We walked to the car, her nipples were super hard as there was just a little sheer fabric protecting them from the cold. I draped my coat over her.

We walked to the car without a word.

I unlocked the car, opened the door for her and she got in. I got in, started the car and after it warmed up a bit, we drove away.

We drove until the club was out of site and then I cleared my throat.

“Do you want to talk now, or wait until we get home?” I asked.

Jo sighed heavily. “Now I guess.”

“Okay.” I said.

Jo said nothing.

“So what happened that has you this upset? You were having a good time.” I asked.

“That guy… Derrick.” Jo said.

Jo looked at me. “You are NOT upset that I was standing in the middle of the dance floor making out with this guy?” she asked.

“No, I am not. Because I believe in us, I believe in YOU, and I believe that what we have is stronger than anything else anyone else has in that club, in this city, or in this world.” I said to Jo.

“He pinched one of my nipples.” Jo confessed.

I looked at her, “You have been groped before. Remember the Yankees game?”

“I remember the game. That guy was an asshole.” Jo replied.

Jo paused.

“This was different. It made me have an orgasm, right there on the spot. I could not believe it, nor could I stop it.” Jo confessed.

I swallowed.

“That lucky son of a bitch.” I thought to myself.

“That is different.” I said.

“I had too much to drink tonight. I should have NEVER taken off my panties.” Jo confessed.

My head was racing and surging. My cock could cut glass.

“Its okay Jo. Seriously.” I said to her as we rolled to a stop at a red light.

Jo was crying. “You are not upset with me?”

“You were letting off some steam. It got heated, things got carried away and you got caught up in the moment.” I said.

“Really?” Jo asked.

“End of Story.” I replied.

Jo smiled at me.

“You are a sexy woman Mrs. Beverly. ANY man would say so.” I reassured her.

Jo looked at me and rolled her eyes. “I don’t know about any…”

“I will prove it to you.” I said.

Jo looked at me. “I am not going back to the club.”

“What if we did? We are closer to the club than the house. Lets finish the night off on a high note.” I said.

Jo thought about it for a few minutes.

“Ok. Lets go back. But ONLY if you will slow dance with me.” Jo demanded.

“Done.” I said as I made a U-Turn.

I looked at Jo. “Oh, and no bra, no panties. We are going to own the night, not the night own us.” I said.

Jo nodded.

We returned to the club. I did the “usual” routine where I dropped Jo off and then took my time going to park.

Jo walked in. Derrick saw her and tried to buy her a drink instantly.

“Did I do something wrong Babe?” Derrick asked,

Jo looked at him. “Not at all. I just didn’t know how to react to what happened, or how my husband would react.”

“Everything okay?” Derrick asked.

Jo smiled, “Yea. Everything is good.”

“You want a drink?” Derrick asked.

Jo looked at him and replied, “Not right now.”

Derrick walked away and Jo sat at the bar waiting for me. I came in a few minutes later, after I had a chance to text Ted and Joe. They were jealous as hell.

I danced with Jo. Then I acted like I had some joint pain and she was “back to herself” and one the prowl. Derrick danced a few fast songs with her and kept his distance.

As it was getting late, Derrick asked Jo for a slow dance. Jo wanted to. Jo still asked me if it was alright and I said absolutely.

On the dance floor Derrick kept his hands above her waist, as they glided past our table. On the far side of the floor, Derrick would cup Jo’s ass. She enjoyed every second of it. So did I.

Joe and his wife left after we did and never came back to the club that night.

Ted and his wife stayed until closing and left when we did.

The next day we texted each other and I explained what happened. I was promoted to expert from that point forward.

Wednesdays the wives got together with different organizations and that left us three home alone to discuss things online. We chatted, checked our secret emails and looked to see if there was anything new on the forums. Most everyone on the forum was like us, a “Wanna-Be” meaning they enjoyed this fantasy, enjoyed the idea of having a wife that fucked around, but had failed to pull the trigger on doing anything more than just thinking about it.

I had an email in my junk folder with the subject line “About Saturday Night / Club Mett”.

I opened that email and read it:

My name is Derrick. I danced with your wife at Club Mett on Saturday night. She is a delightful person, very feisty, and a frisky woman after a few drinks. You are a very lucky man.

IF my actions caused any issues between the two of you, I want to apologize here and now. I will apologize in person if that is what it takes to smooth things over for you both.

I am a moderator for a select forum you belong to. Your membership and the stories you post there tells me that an apology may not be necessary, but I still wanted to offer it.

I also want you to know that I dared your wife Jo to take off her panties between slow dances. My intent was to touch her inappropriately on the dance floor. I wanted to do this in front of you as often as I could. I wanted the other patrons in the club to see me do it because I feel it is time for you to move forward.

I know you saw my hands on your wife’s ass. More importantly, SHE knows you saw my hands on her ass.

You said nothing. You did nothing.

Your actions send a message to me, to others, and to Jo.

The fact that she did not stop me, and actually enjoyed my touch says a lot too.

I was not just “successful” at touching your wife inappropriately, or touching her as much as I wanted to. I brought her to orgasm on the dance floor. Some saw this happen. Most around us heard it happen. The important thing to note here is that your wife had an orgasm from a stranger, right in front of you, with witnesses, and you welcomed it with open arms – while she watched.

I know there were three of you there Saturday. I know you all share the same “goal” as you all three have the same membership, same chat routine, and the same club membership.

They are not getting this email message, but their wives were also touched, fondled, and propositioned by my friends in the crowd. They were receptive to these advances, but none of them shared your experience or had the same pleasure your wife did. Somehow, you three have managed to do something right in “priming” your wives to cuckold you. I just need the three of you to believe that, and take the next step.

That being said, I do not know the other wannabes email addresses, but if you want to share them with me in your reply, I will be more than glad to help them as well.

Saturday I had about 10 friends in the crowd at the club where Jo came in my hands. As I said before, she is a very passionate woman, and I need YOU to step up and help her to become the sexual predator I see in her.

I have done this kind of thing many times, and I see a diamond in the rough in Jo.

Imagine her laying on her back, a thick cock in her ass and another cock in her mouth. Her hand slowly pumping the shaft of that stranger’s cock as it slides in and out of her married mouth.

Imagine how this looks from across the room where you are seated. At a random moment, her eyes lock with yours and as you mouth the phrase “I LOVE YOU”.

She has never looked sexier, or more desirable to you.

At a random moment, she spits that cock and cries out another man’s name as she has an intense orgasm – right in front of you.

That name she cries out?

Well, his cock is buried deep inside of her married ass, and he is pumping her hard as fast.

How would you feel at that moment?

Would you be excited?

Would your dick be hard?

Would you encourage her to suck the other cock even harder?

Would you tell her to stroke his shaft?

Would you want her to take his load in her mouth?

Are you tired of fantasizing about all of this, and other things associated to her cuckolding you?

Would you want her to date other men?

Do you want her to look her best, dress sexy for them, and wear sexy undergarments?

How do you want her to introduce YOU?

I have helped many husbands move past the stage where you are “trapped”. I have helped them convince their wives to try this out, date men of interest, enjoy their desires without penalty, and they all have enjoyed a successful transition into the cuckold lifestyle.

Rest assured, if you want to move forward, it is no longer a fantasy. It is a lifestyle. Your lives will change, for the better.

She will no longer be sexually frustrated, tense, or bitter at home.

You will no longer be “lost” in the labyrinth of bewilderment known as “what if”.

No more guessing, hoping or just fantasizing about it. No more lost bargains with yourself, or talking yourself out of pursuing this level of happiness.

Imagine KNOWING your wife is getting the right amount of cock from men she desires. Imagine her being fucked into orgasmic bliss every weekend.

Close your eyes and think about her taking a bigger cock in her mouth, a longer cock inside of her married pussy, and (if you are not man enough to have already done so), taking strange cock in her ass – bringing her to orgasms so intense she will forget your name, no longer desire your touch, and move past how your cock has disappointed her for years.

Imagine HER excitement as a strange vehicle pulls into the driveway and picks her up for a weekend getaway, a nice dinner date, or just a quick drive around the block so she can suck his cock, swallow his load, and come back home to tell you all about how his cock was bigger, thicker, and longer. Imagine your wife saying this phrase: “His cum tasted so much sweeter than yours ever did. THANK YOU for letting me do this. I love you so much.”

Let this happen, for her.

Imagine her coming home to you, early in the morning. Her hair messed up, panties missing, carrying her shoes, and bra in her purse (maybe). Imagine her walking into the house as you are drinking coffee. She has a fresh load of cum dripping out of her. She smells of sex, and she looks so very tired. Maybe there was a heavy load that dried on tits, or some that she “missed” that has dried on her cheek?

The possibilities are endless, but only if you say yes.

“I know you have thought about this over and over. The way you watched her in the club while my hands were on her tells me that you want this more than you realize.”

My point is you do not have to keep doing this pointless routine and beating off in the shower, hoping for a miracle that makes her cheat on you. I can help and I want to help, you AND your two friends.

Reply to this email if you are interested.

-D

I was both light headed and dizzy.

I forwarded the email to Ted and Joe because I wanted them to know we had “struck it rich”.

They replied instantly.

Ted – “YES”

Joe – “HELL YES.”

I carbon copied Ted and Joe when I replied to Derrick:

“We are in, all three of us. What is our next step. We are very lost in this process.”

Derrick was a moderator for the cuckold forum we enjoyed. It was actually his group, and his idea. He made this very easy.

Derrick told us a few things to do. First, we had to appeal to their emotional side of thinking, and ensure they felt secure in the relationship. This meant spending more time at home, doing the things they loved to do, letting them make more decisions, and letting them win arguments more than half the time.

This meant new clothing that showed more skin, and more lace in the products we bought.

“Learn the sizes of their intimate clothing, learn what brands they prefer and buy those for them at random. Never JUST a pair of panties, always a set, and always matching – Remember, you are buying these things so other men see your wives in them, so keep that in mind.”

Derricks advice hit home with all three of us.

After a few long weeks, Derrick sent us more advice:

“Start ruining sex for your wives. Beat off every day, twice a day if you must, but make sure you cannot get it up for her at the end of the day, or the beginning of the day – which ever the case may be. ALWAYS think of another man kissing her, touching her, eating her pussy, or fucking her married ass. Always think of her having intense orgasms, and crying out HIS name. Get used to this, embrace it, know it, and love it for what it is. You all are wanna-bees for a reason, so I do not have to emphasize any of this, just make sure you cannot get a hard-on at any time of the day.

Eventually, she is going to miss having a hard cock inside of her, so that is when you introduce a dildo in the bedroom. Name it, and get used to using it on her. The idea here is to replace any element of pleasure she gets from your dick with the dildo, and your tongue. THESE methods need to be the only way she orgasms.

Her mind will learn to associate the dildo and your face with an orgasm, and this is what you want.”

Another month went by before anything else came our way. Ted and Joe and I compared notes and made sure we were sticking to the plan. We were, and our wives were following our lead, just like Derrick said they would.

Jo had a nice life-like dildo a little bigger than me.

Ann had forced Joe to buy one online, and forced him to pick it out.

Ted bought Elaine one a little smaller than him, and one a little bigger. Elaine liked them both according to Ted.

Derrick sent us another email, and then warned us we were entering territory where it was hard to turn back from.

“Now its time to turn up the heat. You need to abandon manly items in your lives for a while. No nights out with just the guys, no golf, no ball games, and no cars, motor sports or hunting. No colognes, or clothing that she likes. I have no idea what you all are into, but ANYTHING that you would associate an Alpha Male with doing, it needs to stop.

This is the time where you start watching romantic comedies with her, no manly action movies. Read books that show your sensitive side, or mystery and love.

Cry at movies, or events that you normally would not cry at.

Talk to her more, express your feelings more, and start picking up more household chores.

When you go out in public, walk behind her, walk in a way that lets her look like she is not married, not taken, and watch other men notice her.

Point it out to her when you do see it.

Make it up if you won’t get caught doing so.

The point here is that SHE needs to feel empowered and supported by you, and she needs to see you as someone that is not fulfilling her physical needs. She needs to have the emotional reassurance that you are there no matter what, but she needs to see you as more of a friend than a lover, and less of a husband.

I am not saying let your self go, but if she is the type of woman that likes muscular men, or a well taken care of body, then you need to become the opposite.

Grow out the hair, gain some weight, wear crappy looking clothes.

When she goes out with her friends, or alone, she WILL look for and she will notice other men checking her out, and she will start checking them out.

WHEN this happens, you DO NOT get jealous or angry. Instead, you celebrate with her (as her best friend would). You drink her wine, ask her how it made her feel, and you admire her.

When things get to this stage, the door is wide open for the next opportunity.”

A week later, we all got this email:

“Now that your wives are feeling physically disappointed and sexually frustrated it is time to start making even more progress. This will help you as future Cuckolds. Your wives should be feeling more empowered by your actions, and sexier than they have in years. Now its time to start pushing things in a new direction. Its time to “plant” seeds. Key phrases that will look like they fall on deaf ears, but words that will echo inside of their heads for days and weeks.

Things like:

You must be used to men flirting with you.

I can see why he said that to you. That dress looks very sexy on you.

You could take any guy in here home with you if you wanted to.

I can see why all of these guys are checking YOU out.

It makes me proud that other men look at you with lust in their eyes.

I know other men flirt with you but I am not worried.

You should flirt back, have a little fun with these situations.

These phrases remove the guilt from other men interacting with her, and let her worry less about some guy watching her ass as she walks by. (Something I hope each of you has experienced by this point.)

These phrases lay the ground work for the next “lesson” in my next email. Its a HUGE step for each of you. I am proud to be a part of this and I am proud for each of you for sticking this out.

In a few weeks, your wives could be sucking some random guy’s cock, dating a handsome stranger, or taking a new cock inside of their married pussies. Its all going to happen if you have made it to this point. Just keep doing what you have been doing.”

Another long month went by. I had hardly talked to any of the guys, and I wondered how they were doing.

Ted – Elaine got a phone number given to her in the mall food court yesterday afternoon. She was out with her Mom and her Sister. I had to WAIT until they left to celebrate with her!!!

Joe – Ann got hit on at work by a younger guy, twice in the same week. She was beaming with pride when she got home. She could not wait to tell me. Derrick is the greatest.

Me – I am happy for all of you. I have nothing like that to report at this time.

Derrick sent us a new email:

“Its time to encourage your wives to dress in sexier clothing again. Get ready to start taking them out a few nights a week. I do recommend Club Mett – LOL.

You want them to walk in alone, sit at the bar or at a table alone, and you want them dressed very sexy. Let them get their hair done, pay for the manicures and pedicures. Do all that you have to do to get them to go back out in the clubs and bars. Be there for them, but make them look like they are alone.

Guys will start hitting on them like crazy. LET THIS HAPPEN.

When guys hit on women, its to get laid. This is going to involve phone numbers, communication and suggestive language. This is exactly where you want them to be. In a bar or a club, alone, looking fine, feeling confident, sexually frustrated, and with all the support from their husbands that want them to flirt with other men and will not get upset when other men check them out.

Is this making sense?

Real soon, they are going to notice other men taking an interest in them. This may happen for a while, but trust me when I say, its a good thing.

Eventually, she is going to tell you, and THAT is when the lid comes off of this jar.

The scenario has a thousands combinations, but the gist of the conversation is usually the same.

Hot looking wife sitting in a bar gets hit on by a few guys, one of them suggests leaving, gives her his number, and BOOM.

The wife’s confidence sky rockets through the roof.

Another man wants her, and she ISN’T getting any dick at home.

Her husband has been encouraging her to flirt with other men, but now it has come to this, what is she to do?

She confesses to YOU (the husband) because she values the relationship more than you do. Its nature, its not bullshit.

THIS is an emotional roller coaster you all had better be ready to ride. She is going to take you up and down all kinds of hills, twists and turns.

You can tell her you are proud of her for being that sexy to get a phone number, and that kind of attention, but now the bag is untied, and it is time to come clean.

She is going to be PISSED.

She is going to feel threatened.

She is going to hate you, temporarily.

She will feel insulted.

THIS is your warning. BE READY.

To her, you will respond with, “If you wanted to act on these impulses and take another guy up on his offer, I would understand.”

She is going to think you want to screw around on her and have been setting her up for this, be ready for that too.

“I want you to be happy, and I have not been holding up my end of the marriage, so I would support you having an occasional physical relationship as long as it was discrete, and you were honest with me.”

This will not do it, but it does let the cat out of the bag, and it gives her more to think about than she ever has before. DO NOT over do it.

Once the dust settles, reinforce the conversation with these phrases:

Any man?

Any time?

No consequences?

Complete encouragement?

Honest and open?

No interest in another woman, just her satisfaction.

Ted and Joe BOTH reported back and nearly word for word of how Derrick typed it, that is how it happened for him.

Jo and I went out for dinner and as I went to the bathroom, a gentleman sent her a drink from the bar. I had noticed him looking at her when we walked in. I lingered a bit in the bathroom hallway and noticed the waiter bringing the drink over and the same guy standing by his bar stool. So I stopped cold.

I sent Jo a text:

Me – “Might be in here a while. Something did not agree with me.”

Jo – “Its okay. Take your time, nothing going on out here.”

“FUCK YES!!!” I shouted in my head.

I ducked back into the bathroom and camped out on a stall. I set a timer for 12 minutes.

Me – “Almost done. Be out soon.”

I was NOT going to ruin this by ambushing Jo.

I came out and approached the table. The stranger was back at the bar, and the waitress had brought me another drink.

Jo smiled at me, “I thought you might need some refreshment before we order.”

“Ah… Yes indeed. Thank you.” I replied.

As I took a drink, Jo’s phone went off. She spooked when it chimed and her cheeks got flush when she read the text.

“FUCKING SWEET.” I told myself.

My sweet Jo had not only flirted with another man in public and got his number, but gave HERS out just as quickly.

“That isn’t work is it?” I asked like an idiot.

Jo looked up, “Oh, no.. nothing work related.”

Jo looked up from her phone and leaned in across the table. “Do you see the cowboy at the bar, in the white hat?” Jo asked.

Without looking at the bar I nodded.

“He bought me a drink while you were in the bathroom. Your timing could NOT have been any better. He sat here and flirted with me the whole time you were gone.” Jo confessed.

I did my best to look surprised. “That is awesome Honey. I am so proud right now. I feel like I am dating a super model.”

Jo blushed. “You aren’t upset? A strange man just gave me his phone number, and is sitting 20 feet away from us, texting me.”

“I have accepted the fact that I am dating a very beautiful and attractive woman who draws attention no matter where she goes. Guys would do anything to spend some time with you and I have you all to myself. I am not threatened at all. I am PROUD.” I said with confidence.

“So you are not going to go make a scene, start a fight, or grab my phone?” Jo asked.

“I trust you completely.” I said. “I have no cause to be worried.”

Jo stopped talking and turned to her phone.

Her mood changed instantly.

“I thought you were more of a man than that.” Jo said.

She looked back down at her phone, the screen turned bright. Jo looked across the table at me.

“You know what, you can eat here alone tonight. I am going to go to the bar and I am going to take this cowboy up on his offer. Don’t wait up for me.” Jo said.

She scooped up her purse, locked her phone screen and slid out of the booth in one movement.

I went from portraying a smile to worry instantly.

Jo walked over to the cowboy. He put his arm around her, nodded and then paid his tab.

The two walked out of the restaurant arm in arm.

All I could do was just sit in the booth. I was in shock.

Minutes went by.

My phone went off in my pocket.

I did not recognize the number.

“Was it the cowboy?” I wondered to myself.

I opened the text:

Derrick sent me. Your wife is in good hands, she will be a different woman tomorrow when she gets home – I promise.

Cowboy.

I paid for my drinks and rushed home. I waited for my wife to text me. I waited all night. I finally dozed off around 3am.

Around 7am the sound of a loud pickup woke me up.

Jo slid out of the passenger’s door and gave a HUGE smile to the driver.

Her hair was a mess. She was carrying her high heels in one hand, and her nipples poked through the fabric of her top. She was still wearing the same clothes she had on at dinner.

Jo carefully walked across the driveway and I met her at the door.

“Hi Honey!!! I’M HOME.” Jo said loudly.

Jo walked into the house and tossed her shoes at the kitchen table.

“Come with me.” she said in a serious tone.

Jo took me to our bedroom and told me to lay down on the bed.

Without warning, Jo pulled up her skirt, and sat on my face.

“Clean me up Baby.” she ordered.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I hesitated a little too long, and Jo grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled my face up to meet her reddened and cum soaked pussy. “Get it all Baby.” Jo ordered.

I opened my mouth and cleaned her freshly fucked pussy to the best of my abilities. The salty goo dripped down my chin and smeared all over my cheeks.

Jo moaned with satisfaction as I licked her pussy and swallowed most of its contents.

“That’s it.” Jo hissed. “Just a little more.”

Jo grunted and a large ball of semen rolled out of her directly dropping into my mouth. “I was saving that JUST for you.” Jo hissed some more.

A few seconds later, Jo let go of my hair and pushed her hips down against my face. She ground her pussy lips against my face and helped me bring her to orgasm.

As soon as she was done, she stood up.

“Strip, then lay down on the bed.” Jo ordered. “I will be right back.”

My dick was half erect.

Joe came back, her phone in hand, a bag of frozen veggies in the other. Her top straining against her huge breasts. There was a scent on her that was obviously from the Cowboy, and she had an air about her that was indeed “different”.

Jo ducked into the closet and got a belt from one of our robes. She tied my hands to the head board.

“What the hell?” I said under protest.

Jo looked at me.

She went back to the closet and got two belts. She secured my ankles to the footboard.

Jo put the frozen veggies on my cock and I felt the cold against my balls as the blood rushed out of my penis, returning it to the limp state it was rarely in.

While the bag of veggies rested on my dick, Joe took off her clothes and dropped them on the floor.

She pulled her bra out of her purse and threw it on the top of the pile.

Jo set her phone on a chair, aimed it at me, then pushed record.

Then she walked over to the bed, removed the veggies and threw them on the floor.

Jo walked around to the opposite side of the bed and laid across my lap, using her 38DDs to warm my dick and my balls. Jo looked right into her phone.

“Last night I had a HUGE discovery, and I am making this video for posterity. Plus, I need a personal record. Its a significant finding, so I hope you enjoy.” Jo said.

Jo got up and walked over to her phone. She picked it up and turned it on me, showing my face, and my limp dick.

“This is my husband. Anyone watching this video will recognize his face. Sorry, he cannot wave right now.” Jo chuckled.

“Wanna say HI Baby?” Jo asked.

I said “Hello.”

Jo turned the phone off of me. She held it up high, over her head, letting the camera capture her face, shoulders and nipples as she talked. “So, Last night, I found out something very naughty about my husband. He doesn’t want to tell anyone, but I sure do.” Jo started.

She lowered the phone, showing off her nipples, her pussy, and then her ass.

Then she pointed the camera at my dick, propping it up so my face could be seen in the same shot, and then started asking me a bunch of questions.

“State your name for the record please.” Jo ordered.

I replied, “Phillp Beverly.”

Jo picked up the camera, turned it on her body, then panned upward to her face. “I am Mrs. Jo Beverly, his wife.” she said as she held her wedding ring up to her cheek.

Jo slipped the camera back into place, adjusted the aim, then continued as she stood naked at the foot of the bed.

“Mr. Beverly, is it true that you want other men to talk to me, flirt with me, and give me their contact information?” Jo asked.

I nodded.

“Yes, or No Baby.” Jo corrected me.

“Yes.” I answered.

“Why would you want other men to be able to talk to me and why would you want other men to flirt with me?” Jo asked.

“I want other men to court you and date you for a physical relationship.” I said.

“You want other men to date your wife?” Jo asked.

I answered, “Yes.”

“You want me to respond to these flirts, in a positive way?

You want me to give in to those men I find attractive, and date them as I wish?

Allow them to touch me as they wish?” Jo asked in a barrage of questions.

“Yes I do.” I answered honestly.

“Do you want them to French Kiss me?” Jo asked.

“Yes.” I answered.

“Do you want them to touch my bare breasts?

Kiss my neck?

See my naked body?” Jo asked again.

Again, I answered, “Yes.” (and it felt like a giant weight lifted off of my shoulders.)

“Do you have any objection to ME seeing them naked?

Touching their body with my bare hands?

Kissing them where ever and when ever I like?” Jo asked.

“I want you to do whatever you like with whom ever you like, for as long as you like.” I replied.

“You want these men to have sex with me?” Jo asked.

As the words rolled off of her tongue, my cock flinched, and the camera caught it. The camera caught Jo’s reaction as well.

“You say it, for the camera, and for my own ears.” Jo demanded.

I started, “I want my wife to date other men that she finds of interest for the sole purpose of having a physical and sexual relationship with, for as long or as short as she wants. I want her to have sex with other men – ”

My dick got hard as I described the perfect cuckold arrangement. With each idea it moved, getting harder and taller.

“Oh my God.” Jo squealed.

“Its true. You want other men to hit on me, flirt with me, kiss me and have meaningless sex with me.” Jo said.

“Not meaningless. I know you are not that way. I want you to have mind-blowing sex with other men that you desire. I want you to have sexual adventures, sexual encounters that you have never had, with other men. Then I want you to come home to me, like you did this morning and tell me about it.” I said.

“Why?” Jo asked.

“Because I want to see you happy, fulfilled, and I want all of your desires to be met. Desires I have no ability to fulfill, and orgasms I have no way of matching.”

Jo looked down at my dick.

“You want me to drop down on my knees, and suck another man’s cock?” Jo asked.

My cock twitched.

Jo turned around and pointed her ass at my face. “You want me to take another man’s cock in my ass, and let me fuck me until I have an orgasm?”

Again my cock twitched and my balls ached.

Jo reached down and slowly stroked my cock.

“You going to clean my married pussy when I come home in the morning with another man’s cum dripping out of me?” Jo asked.

My balls jumped and my cock swelled. Jo enjoyed the sensation in her hands.

“You gonna tell me every twisted detail?” I asked eagerly.

“You mean like how big their cocks are, how much bigger their heads feel inside of my married pussy? How much cum that shoot inside of me, or all over my tits?” Jo asked, knowing she was antagonizing me.

“Yes, I want to hear all of it.” I answered.

Jo started pumping my cock faster.

Then she stopped.

She turned her phone off and plugged it in.

She grabbed the cold bag of veggies and placed them on my cock. It was painful. I did not masterbate last night, or the four or five days prior to this. I needed release, and I wanted to beg her for it.

“Last night I was angry. Last night it was not the same deal as it might be in the future.” Jo started.

I opened my mouth to speak, and Jo quickly shushed me.

She turned and looked at me, her beautiful body making it impossible to think about anything else but sex. Her huge titties staring me in the face. I never wanted her more.

“I am still PISSED that you never came to me about this. I might have said no instantly, but it may have worked its way into a future conversation where we would have been more civil than what we are now. THAT is a hole for you to dig out of.” Jo concluded.

“I am sorry, I never thought the straight forward approach would work, so I did what I did.” I apologized.

“How much “help” did you seek, and how many people are involved in this little perversion of sex?” Jo asked.

“Four others. One is giving me advice, the others are following his advice as well.” I confessed.

“Do I know these other women?” Jo asked.

“No, you do not.” I said.

Jo nodded.

The cold was sinking into my bones. I started to squirm. Jo looked at me and did nothing. She said even less.

“So am I just some kind of prize cow you parade around in front of strangers, then you convince them to mount me, like we are breeding FUCKING poodles?” Jo asked.

“GOD NO.” I nearly shouted.

“I want what I want, but I only want it if you are willing, comfortable, and excited about it.” I confessed.

“This sounds like complete bullshit to me.” Jo countered quickly.

“I get to fuck around and you do not, then I have to tell you about it and THAT makes you happy?” Jo asked.

“WHO THE FUCK BELIEVES THIS KIND OF SHIT?” Jo asked even more angry.

“Take the bag off of my balls, tell me what happened last night and watch my dick. If it gets hard, then you will know its the truth.” I offered.

Jo paused for a second. She thought about my offer. She said nothing.

Jo reached down and removed the bag. Then she left the room.

I heard the shower start.

About 15 minutes later Jo came back in the room. She had on a pair of short shorts that outlined the shape of her pussy if she sat in them just right. Along with that, she wore and a baggy t-shirt with the collar cut out, and a few slits cut into the fabric that gave all a wonderful view of her cleavage. She went without a bra.

“Johnny said you would follow along this script pretty closely. He even said you would beg like a little worm.” Jo said.

“I have thought about this for over a year. I have considered a lot of different outcomes, but being tied to the bed with a frozen dick was never one of those.” I confessed.

“Funny how that worked out for you.” Jo countered.

Jo grabbed her phone and left the room. She closed the door behind her.

I heard the door bell.

I heard music playing.

About 45 minutes later, Jo came back upstairs. She had a cup of coffee in her hand. She had a cup of ice, and a small box under her arm.

She set these things down and went to our closet.

She set up the tripod, then got the video camera out. She left the room again and found a memory stick for the camera.

She plugged in the camera, loaded the memory stick, and turned it on.

Jo focused the camera so I was in the full shot, and my dick could be seen in the frame.

Jo pushed REC and sat beside the camera, sipping her coffee.

“State your name.” Jo barked.

“Phillip Beverly.” I replied.

“I want you to tell me how long you have considered this fantasy, what you have thought about to make it last for more than a year, and I want you to provide details about who you have been speaking to about my involvement before last night.” Jo ordered.

“It all started when I read a story about a wife that was allowed to have sex with her ex-husband. Her second husband loved her so much but could not satisfy her. One summer afternoon after he had dropped off their children, the subject of sex came up and the wife confessed that she had not had a decent orgasm in months. The husband went down on her WHILE the kids were playing in the back yard and the wife came instantly. He could have stopped there, but he did not. He continued eating her pussy until she came 3 more times. The entire exchange took less than 4 minutes.” I started.

Jo said, “That cannot be all there is to this.”

“That was just the beginning.” I said, “The ex-wife and the ex-husband tried to ignore this, but they could not. Friday came and the kids were to stay with her. Her current husband was gone, so she hired a sitter, and went over to her ex-husband’s house. She walked in, pulled down her yoga pants, and her ex-husband ate her pussy in the kitchen, with the sliding door still open. She braced herself against the kitchen counter, and he brought her to orgasm two times instantly.

Her ex-husband pushed her head down and she took his cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down and she wanted to get him off, but her jaw got tired, so she had to quit.

He bent her over the kitchen counter, and slipped his cock into her. She moaned very loudly, and the sensation of a familiar cock inside of her made her squirt all over the kitchen floor.

The sounds of her having an orgasm made her ex-husband’s cock even harder, and when she said, “HARDER GODDAMMIT.” all of their old memories and habits fell into place.

Her ex-husband pounded her mercilessly. He fucked her through two more orgasms until he grunted really loudly, and filled her pussy with his load. As the story read, he emptied both of his balls into her hungry cunt, and she welcomed every last drop.”

Jo looked at me, “This is NOT a cuckold story.”

“Yes it is, just give me a minute.” I corrected Jo.

“So she goes home, sends the sitter home, and then the kids start fighting. One of them cuts their head open, so Mom rushes them to the ER. That takes forever, so EVERYONE is tired, and hungry by the time they get home. She cooks the kids some grilled cheese for supper, then gets them in bed. After her afternoon of excellent sex, and the long delay in the ER, she is so tired that she lays down for a few seconds, and passes out.

The current husband comes home, sees her laying in bed, her ass stretching her yoga pants in just the right way, her hair tossed everywhere, makeup smeared, etc. HE decides that she is the sexiest thing he has seen in 5 days, and he goes down on her.

“OH MY GOD.” Jo interrupts.

“She is so exhausted, she does not realize that its her current husband, and not her ex-husband doing the deed to her cum smeared biscuit.”

“Holy SHIT.” Jo replies. “Then what?” she asks.

“The current husband LOVES it, and eats her pussy until she has such a powerful orgasm that she wakes up, screaming and moaning.”

“WHAT?” Jo asks.

“So she is completely screwed, the current husband is not a good lover, but he is not an idiot either. She gets herself together and looks around the room. Its dark, she is groggy and she does not realize WHO is in bed with her. So she plays it safe and asks, “How was work?” thinking that the answer will clue her in on what is going on and where she is.”

“Oh my God, this is intense.” Jo says.

(I continue) The current husband answers, “The miles are killing me but if I get to come home to pussy that tastes that good, it will be worth every inch of traffic.”

“The wife plays along, and she gives him the absolute BEST blowjob he has ever had in his life. He passes out and she rushes to the bathroom. She sees the cum stains in her yoga pants, and she knows he just ate a cream pie from her ex-husband.”

“So what happened?” Jo asked.

“The woman memorized her current husband’s driving routes so she knew when he would be home late. She made an arrangement with her ex-husband that he could have the kids longer on the weekends providing he kept fucking her and ONLY her the way they had fucked in the kitchen.”

“What guy would not agree to that?” Jo asked.

“So she was fucking her ex-husband, nearly twice a week. The ex-husband was getting the kids longer, and the husband was eating cream pies like they were going out of style. It was the perfect triangle. Until the current husband came home unannounced.”

“Oh shit.” Jo said.

The kids were playing outside. Mom had the curtains drawn closed so they could not see inside the kitchen, but she could see out.

She was bent over the kitchen table, her yoga pants around one ankle, and her ex-husband was railing her from behind. He was fucking her so hard that she was having multiple orgasms, chanting his name, and the sounds of his hips slamming into hers filled the room. The current husband was able to unlock the front door, walk through the living room, and watch them finish before either of them realized he was there. Their backs were to him, and as he announced he was going to cum, she replied, “Inside of me, that’s where he likes it.”

“Jesus FUCKING Christ.” Jo said.

“The ex-husband grunted really hard and filled her hungry pussy with a thick sticky load. The current husband stood in the doorway in amazement as all of this unfolded in front of him, in his house.”

“My GOD.” Jo said.

Her nipples were hard, but not as hard as my cock.

Jo looked at my cock. She KNEW I was truthful.

“Then what happened?” Jo asked.

“The story ends with the current husband ducking out of the way, then sneaking out of the house through the basement door so he could surprise the kids. The wife and ex-husband see this and scramble to get dressed. He leaves. She gets dressed and starts to make cookies.”

“So a normal day AFTER a hard railing from her ex?” Jo asked.

“Yes. They went to bed that night and he went down on her, business as usual. She had some of the hardest orgasms that night, because she KNEW he had been watching her. After he finished her off, she gave him a blowjob and he exploded quickly because he got to watch her with her lover.” I finished.

My cock was aching for release. Jo sat in a state of relaxed shock and stared at my dick.

She opened the box and pulled out a chastity device. She smiled broadly as she showed it to the camera, then to me.

She rubbed my cock with ice, and as the swelling went down, I struggled against the restraints Jo had tied earlier.

“Now now… be a good little cum eater and help me get this on you.” Jo teased.

I stared at the device as she rubbed my dick with ice cubes.

“We are going to just see how dedicated you are to your little fantasy.” Jo stated.

The ice did its work, and the blood ran out of my dick, taking it down and making it bendable.

Jo split the device open and wrapped the ring around the base of my shaft and my sack. She made it snap into place, smiling while she contained me. She was careful not to pinch me, but enjoyed touching me more than usual. Then she grabbed the second part and tucked my limp member into the short tube. She giggled a little bit while she aligned the eyelets, and fed a small lock through the eyelets. She paused, looked up into my eyes and pushed the lock closed without blinking.

The “CLICK” filled the room, and lived in my ears for weeks.

Jo stood up and pulled a thin gold chain out of the same box. On the chain was a small key. She looked in my direction. The expression on her face said, “You are my property now.”

She draped the chain over her head, and the key fell into place, right between her big beautiful breasts. She let out a huge sigh.

The key was visible through the slits in her t-shirt, and it looked as if the key was in jail. “Fitting” I thought to myself.

After this, Jo untied me, put away the camera and hid the memory stick. She fixed herself another cup of coffee and spent the day lazing around the house. I tried to stay busy doing other things, hoping to avoid more talk. I kept busy, but felt the device in every move I made, every thought I had, and ever time I adjusted, ALL I could think of was Jo, her breasts, and the image of the key around her neck.

I hid in the garage and texted Ted and Joe. They had little progress to report. Elaine had not taken the new well and was still dishing out the silent treatment. Ann had taken the news better than the other wives and was quiet about all subjects. Sex was off the table for all of us.

I did not share my results. Not knowing what the future held made me more guarded with everything.

The following weekend was not much different. Ted said that Elaine wanted to go out dancing. This was Ted’s “chance” to prove he wanted to give these freedoms to Elaine. Joe and I both repeated good advice and wished him lots of luck. Ted reported back that Elaine had gotten hit on a LOT more than normal, even got a few phone numbers and only came off the dance floor to use the bathroom. It was a positive event for her. Ted has encouraged her to keep flirting, and he plans to take her out in the middle of the week and is going to stage a “work related emergency” that cannot wait. This will leave Elaine at the club alone for a few hours. It is also going to set the stage for another day of the week where Elaine will be surrounded by eligible men and Ted will be out of the picture.

Joe took Ann on a mini-vacation out of town. He said that Ann flirted with every man she could speak to. She was very happy with the flirting results as it helped get her an upgrade on a hotel room and the rental car. She felt more “alive” than she had before, and Joe acted like her best friend more than her husband. When they got back and had returned to work, Ann flirted her way into a promotion, with a bigger office and an assistant. A male assistant. A single, younger male assistant. Joe is more excited about the possibilities than anyone else at this point.

MONTHS passed before Jo decided to talk about anything sex related, or “fantasy” related. She carried on during the work week as if nothing was ever wrong. Wednesday nights we would “reserve” for sex, but that was no longer an option for me. Jo on the other hand made certain she never went without. She would usually make me strip naked, then lay me on the bed. She would wear a t-shirt, no bra, and be naked from the waist down. She would straddle my face and order me to eat her pussy until SHE was satisfied. She would face my caged cock and giggle each time the cage moved, knowing my dick was straining against the device.

Jo would give me orders like “point your tongue” or “open wider” from time to time, but overall she was happy with my improving skills.

I NEVER asked to be released. I knew she was angry with me, and the cage was the result of that anger, so I was tempting the wrong fate in asking.

On the weekends, Jo liked having me use the dildo on her, AND lick her while I laid under her. She would get on all fours and have me get her “good and wet” before I could use “JON JON” on her.

Jo liked the lay out in the sun and she got a two piece swim suit that revealed more skin that I had ever seen her show in the past. It was a thong bikini with very small cups – by design. Jo loved the way she looked in it, but it did prove that she needed to “trim” herself. She got very frustrated with the chore and forced me to do it for her.

At first, it was just a landing strip, and keeping the hair shorter than usual. That turned into shaving it all off, and then “showing my gratitude” to her by pleasing her. Jo had warmed up to the idea of having sex with other men, but she had no idea where to start. She still remembered derrick at Club Mett, and then there was Johnny the Cowboy. Johnny was horrible (according to Jo) but he also had the deck stacked against him.

While I was shaving Jo one day, she told me, “Get it right. You never know who might be using that married pussy in the future.”

I took that phrase as a promise of things to come, but did not let it show.

I texted Ted and Joe that afternoon and let them know ALL of my progress.

Ted told Joe and I that Elaine had gone on her first date last night and had not come home yet.

Joe and I congratulated him.

Joe told Ted and I that Ann had been working late and coming home extremely tired. Ted and I said that was a good thing. Joe told us that Ann came home one night without any panties on, and he “thought” she smelled like cum.

I told Joe to get her to shave herself and establish a ritual of pussy eating the minute she gets home. Ted agreed and said that Joe needed to start doing the laundry. We are hopeful for him.

I bragged about what Jo said to me, and the two of them agreed that Jo was ready to take the plunge.

The rest of the weekend went by rather boring. Wednesday came and I acted like I had a stomach ache so no “Wednesday Fun” for Jo.

Thursday night came around and Jo mentioned that she wanted to go out, and in particular, to Club Mett.

I texted Ted and Joe and let them know we would be there. “I have a GREAT feeling about this.” I texted to them.

It was ALL I could think about on Friday. Jo came home from work Friday and told me she needed me to shave her pussy. I was so amped up I was shaking. I wanted to go down on her so badly, but I knew it was better if she did not have an orgasm. She had gotten used to having several through the week, so not having any this week was working to my advantage.

We each got dressed up. Jo wore a very revealing top that showed off her cleavage, and the key. This definitely sent a message to those in the know, and had those that did not know asking questions. She wore high heel shoes, mid-thigh stockings, a short skirt, and a sexy pair of thong panties.

We drove straight to the club, and (like before) I dropped Jo at the front door so she could walk in alone.

I hoped that Derrick was there, and he was. I hoped that Jo remembered him, and she did.

By the time I got parked there was a line to get into the club. I stood outside 45 minutes longer than I had planned on, which made me uncomfortable at first, but then I remembered why I was there. I was almost “in” when I got a text.

Ted – “Where are you? Jo is putting on quite the show on the dance floor.”

Me – “Still outside, almost at the door.”

Joe – “Slow song coming on, Jo and Derrick are dancing together, and there is no space between them.”

Me – “I am almost in.”

Ted – “Elaine is slow dancing with the guy that took her out on their date the other night. She gave him a blowjob in our driveway. Tonight she has a few condoms in her purse. I am not staying too much longer.”

Me – “That is excellent.”

Joe – “I lost track of Jo. I don’t see Derrick either.”

Me – “What is Ann up to?”

Joe – “She is sitting at the bar with three guys. She hasn’t bought a drink in a month, and we have been coming here every week. She gave a guy a hand job last weekend. I think he wants her.”

Me – “Sweet. Congrats on breaking the ice.”

Joe – “Its slow going, but she likes the idea of my knowing and supporting her. I get the feeling its been easier for her than most other women.”

Me – “Don’t get cold feet now. Remember your fantasy of watching her squirt.”

Joe – “Don’t remind me, I haven’t had an orgasm in a month.”

I did not know what to say to that, so I stopped texting Joe.

Ted – “I see Jo, she is dancing with a couple of guys on the side of the floor. Derrick is at the bar.”

There were 4 people in front of me and five people came out. The bouncer only let 4 in. My stomach was in knots.

Elaine was about ready to leave with her new lover. She was waiting on Ted to leave first.

Ted came walking out of the club and I flagged him down. The bouncer let the couple behind me go in because I suggested it.

“TED!!” I shouted.

Ted looked my direction. “Hey Phil. You are one lucky man. Jo and Derrick were tearing up the dance floor. They went separate ways for a while. Haven’t seen them since. I have go. Elaine wants a clear sign that I am okay with her leaving with Chuck. If I am still here, she will not go through with it.”

I nodded. Ted walked away.

“I have to get inside.” I told myself.

Once Jo was inside, she danced with Derrick after the two had a few drinks. A few other guys danced with her too.

Then the club started to fill up and Jo started to feel “alive” as her second drink disappeared. She found Derrick at the bar and after he asked Jo to dance a slow dance, she never came off the dance floor.

Derrick danced with her slow, then a friend of his would join in and dance fast. A third gentleman danced with Jo a few slow dances. Each of them touched her ass and Jo liked it.

All I was hoping for was a repeat of the Derrick – Jo event a few months before, but it just was not in the cards.

What WAS in the cards was multiple men dancing with Jo, touching her ass, and her husband not objecting to and of the attention she was getting. That’s because I was outside in line.

I finally got inside and found an open stool at the bar, away from the dance floor. I looked on the floor and saw Jo dancing with Derrick. As a favorite fast song came to an end, a slow song started. They stayed out on the floor. Their bodies touched as they swayed to the music. When I did catch a glimpse of Jo’s face, she looked happy. As that song ended, another slow song started. During that slow dance with Derrick, he kissed Jo right in the middle of the dance floor. He pushed his tongue inside of her mouth, and Jo welcomed it by reciprocating to Derrick. Derrick was helping her push the envelope, and Jo was pushing it hard.

It was a LOT more than just a playful peck on the lips, and as Derrick held onto Jo’s ass with one hand, he touched the outside of her arm as he moved his hand up to the back of her head.

With her free hand, Jo rubbed Derricks cock through his pants, and Derrick squeezed her ass in his hand.

They hid nothing.

I watched in astonishment as my wife made out with this man she barely knew. The two swayed to the music and made out for most of the song. Jo rubbed Derrick through his pants, and made no effort to conceal what she was doing.

The song ended and another slow song started. Jo pulled Derrick closer to her, and the two swayed to the music in the middle of the dance floor as couples milled around them.

Jo French Kissed Derrick while she rubbed his cock through his pants. Before the song ended, Derrick whispered something in her ear, and the two walked off the dance floor. She disappeared from my sight into the crowd.

I sat on the barstool furthest from the dance floor and frantically searched the crowd.

Nothing.

Derrick owned Club Mett.

The two slipped off the dance floor and into a backroom that hid a secret doorway to Derricks suite upstairs.

As they walked into the suite, Jo realized what was about to happen, and she started to have second thoughts.

Derrick took off his pants, and pulled down his boxers.

Jo stood a few feet away from Derrick. She could not take her eyes off of his cock.

Derrick spoke in a low tone, “Jo, if you want to go back downstairs and go sit at a table with your husband, I will get dressed and we can walk back down like nothing -”

Jo interrupted Derrick, “No.”

Jo paused and then looked up at Derrick. “No, I do not want to leave.”

Jo spoke, and then looked at Derrick’s cock. It had been months since she felt a hard dick inside of her, and she wanted this one right here and RIGHT NOW.

Derrick was longer and thicker than me. Derrick was hard, and he was ready.

Jo’s panties were soaked completely through, and she could feel the wetness on her inner thigh. She was very excited. She had not forgotten what this man did with just a touch, she anticipated this moment longer than she wanted to admit.

Derrick turned and faced Jo. His cock staring at Jo. Inches away from her.

Jo felt her clit start to throb. She wanted Derrick’s cock. She had not been fucked to orgasm in months.

Jo walked towards Derrick, dropped to her knees in front of him and wrapped her lips around his cock. She slid her mouth over his shaft and savored the sensation of having a new (warm) cock inside of her mouth. She “practiced” on the dildo at home, but it was never the same. THIS was what she had craved. Jo worshiped Derrick’s cock, even if it was only for a few minutes, sucking on Derrick’s cock made her pussy even wetter than before.

Downstairs I had given up finding my wife in the crowd and sat down on my stool. I ordered a drink and tried to ignore my dizzy head. I watched Ann dance with a few different guys. I saw Joe in the crowd, looking like he felt out of place.

Jo bobbed up and down on Derrick’s cock while trying to strip out of her clothes. She had Derricks cock inside of her mouth, was down to her bra, skirt and panties when Derrick stood her up.

Derrick slipped her skirt down, peeled her panties away and pushed her back onto a plush black leather sofa.

Jo’s head spun as Derrick took her clit into his mouth. His touch was too much for her and within a few seconds, Jo whimpered as a decent orgasm swept through her body, making her body twist, but more importantly providing some comfort to her, and letting her know there was more pleasure to be had.

This was where her husband usually stopped.

Derrick continued to eat Jo’s married pussy for three more orgasms, each one more powerful than the last. Jo chanted Derrick’s name about three or four times as the third orgasm made her do things she could not control. Jo nearly passed out and struggled to catch her breath. She left a puddle of pussy juice on the couch and all over Derrick’s face and chin. The fluid was so plentiful that it ran off the cushion and onto the floor.

Derrick paused and kissed Jo. Her huge breasts heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Jo could taste herself on Derrick’s lips. She did not mind the taste, but it was not exactly what she wanted.

Jo surprised Derrick as she took his cock inside her mouth again.

Derrick watched as she moved her body as one unit up and down, his cock sliding past her teeth, slipping across her tongue, and ramming the back of her throat. Jo used her fist to add to the sensation, but Derrick wanted to fuck Jo. He wanted to slip his cock into her married cunt and violate this woman while he humiliated her husband.

Derrick had to push her off of his cock.

Derrick laid Jo down on the dry part of the sofa and lowered his hips to meet hers.

“I don’t know if I am ready for this.” Jo whispered.

Derrick looked her in the eyes and said, “If it doesn’t feel right, you tell me to stop.”

Jo nodded.

Derrick moved his cock against Jo and he could feel the heat coming off of her body. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head of is cock against Jo’s pussy lips. Jo moaned with anticipation. “Oh it feels SO right Baby..” Jo whispered.

“You want this cock inside of you?” Derrick asked.

Jo looked up at Derrick, “I want you to split this married pussy wide open.”

Derrick found “the sweet spot” and pushed his way into Jo’s eager pussy.

Jo’s nails dug into Derrick’s back. Her body tensed up a little as Derrick slipped into her married pussy. Just the head of his cock was making this much of an impact on Jo. Months of “neglect” and passive interest from her husband had built up her own sexual frustrations. Jo needed some cock, and she needed orgasms. She was getting all of it tonight.

Derrick pushed himself in a little further and Jo’s pussy welcomed this stranger. Jo’s married pussy stretched to accommodate Derrick’s girth. Jo grabbed Derricks ass and pulled him into her body. It was a little painful, but a welcome pain. Jo signaled for Derrick to pause while she “worked” to achieve the desired outcome.

Derrick bent over and French Kissed Jo. As he did this, his body weight pushed more of his cock inside of Jo, and as his balls came to rest against her shaved pussy lips, Jo let out a sigh of relief. She held Derrick in position as her married pussy was stretching around Derrick’s cock. “That feels so wonderful.” Jo said.

Derrick started to move, but Jo held him in place. “A little longer.” she pleaded.

Derrick resumed kissing Jo, and he could feel the warmth and wetness of Jo’s pussy. Jo was getting worked up with just the cock in her. Derrick was looking forward to what would happen once he started moving.

While he kissed her, he flexed his leg muscles and moved in and out of her married pussy, stretching it past the limits she had known for too long. Jo welcomed the pain, the stretching, and this cock into her body.

As Derrick moved in and out of Jo, she started panting and breathing heavily. Derrick started moving in and out of Jo with longer strokes. Jo was very receptive of Derrick’s movements and started to encourage him to move faster. “YES.. just like that… OH SHIT… YES.. pound that married pussy.” Jo said.

Derrick straightened his upper body and started moving in and out of Jo’s pussy faster and harder.

Jo came instantly, clamping down on Derrick’s cock. Derrick buried his cock deep inside of Jo, and it brought another orgasm to Jo almost instantly. Again, she chanted “Derrick.. Derrick.. Derrick” as the orgasm swept through her body, making her bow her back and twitch uncontrollably.

Once Jo had finished, Derrick started fucking her again. Slowly at first, then harder and faster than before. Jo did not last very long and she let out a scream as another orgasm washed over her body, forcing her back to bow and her body to twitch. While this happened, Derrick started sucking on her nipples and it made Jo moan very loudly. Jo held his head in place, and it made her orgasm again.

Derrick pushed his cock all the way in, straightened his upper body and then grabbed both of Jo’s ankles. He maneuvered them around his broad shoulders and put each of them against his chest. The back of her legs were against his hairy chest, and her feet were directly over her head. This movement pinned Jo down to the couch, and only her hands and arms were free to move.

Derrick straightened his body and used his arms to hold his upper body at arm’s length from Jo. He started moving his lower body back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of Jo’s married pussy, forcing it to stretch around the shaft as Derrick plunged inside of Jo even deeper than before.

Derricks cock head rubbed the back of Jo’s clit, and Jo screamed loudly as Derrick’s movements and touch triggered a series of multiple orgasms in Jo. An experience she had never had until Derrick.

Jo’s huge tits touched her face, and jiggled uncontrollably each time Derrick’s hips slammed against Jo’s ass. Watching this excited Derrick more and more.

Derrick moved quickly and between Jo’s cries of satisfaction, and her begging him to fuck her harder, the slapping sounds hips hitting hips filled the room. Jo’s tight pussy clamped down on Derrick’s cock, adding to the sensation Derrick was having as well.

Jo felt as if she was going to pass out. She fought for every breath she expelled it forcefully. At the same time, she never wanted it to end.

Derrick told Jo he was going to cum.

“Shoot it inside of me. I want to feel you explode.” Jo managed to blurt out.

Seconds later, Derrick grunted really hard, and as he drove his hips into Jo, his cock plunged into her married pussy. At the head of his cock struck the back of Jo’s clit, it triggered another orgasm and Jo climaxed with Derrick.

Derrick emptied his balls into Jo’s married pussy. Jo welcomed his semen into her pussy and moaned undeniable satisfaction as it rushed into her pussy.

Derrick slowly raised his body, keeping his cock buried inside of Jo. He helped Jo lower her legs, and she sighed deeply as she reflected on the events that just took place. “Oh my God.” Jo said to Derrick.

“This was the best fuck of my life.” Jo confessed to Derrick.

She was still a married woman, but she had received many mixed signals in the past few weeks.

The guilt washed over Jo and her mood changed.

Derrick pulled out of her and a gush of fluids flowed from Jo onto the couch.

Derrick grabbed some napkins and handed them to Jo.

Jo had never felt so relaxed in all of her life. Her body tingled. Her knees shook.

Derrick looked at Jo. “Is there something wrong?” he asked.

“I am married. I did this because my husband has some twisted fantasy where I have sex with other men and he praises me for it.” Jo confessed.

“That makes you one of the luckiest women on the planet.” Derrick told Jo.

“I don’t get it.” Jo confessed.

Derrick looked at Jo. “Its the humiliation that brings him the satisfaction, emotionally speaking. He wants you to have sex with other guys, then come home and tell him about it, right?” Derrick asked.

Jo nodded.

“I have heard of this before. It’s a little fucked up at first, but if you can find the positive things and embrace them, you will feel completely satisfied, and he will too.” Derrick explained. “One of the perks to this is the solid foundation that it is built on. If he did not feel that way, he would never have confessed those kinds of feelings to you.” he finished

“This is n-normal?” Jo asked.

“For him, yes. You have a part to play in all of it, and its key to the success of the lifestyle.” Derrick said.

“Life Style?” Jo asked. “I don’t think I want to change our lives for sex.”

“Would you change for GOOD Sex?” Derrick asked.

Jo was silent.

Derrick continued, “The sex with others is part of the landscape in this lifestyle. In order for it to work, YOU have to take over the relationship. He is willingly going to give that power to you – if this is what he wants – but you have to be willing to take it.”

Jo looked at Derrick, “That sounds like a lot of work.”

“Its a power exchange, where your husband is giving YOU all of the power. He controls nothing if you keep him humiliated.” Derrick said. “Plus, you can make him clean the house, do the dishes, take cooking classes, and do the laundry. So the effort you put into commanding the relationship actually works FOR you to have more time.”

“How so. I am not well versed in this kind of thing?” Jo asked.

“How long has he had this fantasy?” Derrick asked.

“Quite a while.” Jo said.

“What sacrifices has he made to prove to you that he wants things to move forward?” Derrick asked.

“He ate my pussy after a one night stand I had.” Jo confessed.

“That is significant.” Derrick said. “I think you know that is a relationship ender in many men. For him, it was about the humiliation. Guys that have this fantasy thrive on it.”

“Anything else?” Derrick asked.

“The guy that I had the one night stand with seemed to know a LOT about this fantasy. He gave me a chastity device to put on my husband. I made my husband confess this fantasy to me a few months ago. Then I iced down his hard-on and put the cage on him.” Jo confessed.

Jo held up the key on her necklace. “That is what this little key is for.” Jo confessed.

Derrick laughed. “So you have been given all of the power and you do not appreciate it?” Derrick asked. “Sounds like you are a natural and do not even know what you have.”

“I-I never realized.” Jo confessed.

“Do me a favor. Get dressed, go downstairs and get your husband. Take him home. Do not say anything, just go straight to bed when you get home and sit on his face. If he eats your pussy, you are one of the luckiest women in the world and the ball is in your court. If he refuses, tell him why you had sex with me and confess all of your feelings. Either way he will want to patch things up.” Derrick offered.

“So he WANTS to eat my pussy, and your cum?” Jo asked.

“I am certain of it.” Derrick said. “He wants you to humiliate him AFTER you have had sex with another. If I am wrong, you can come back here and drink for free.”

“I need more proof.” Jo said.

“After he eats your pussy, and “cleans” you, take his cage off and tell him what happened up here. If his cock gets hard, he wants this to happen again. If he gets mad, patch things up and frame it up as a mistake.” Derrick said.

“You are pretty confident about all of this. You should write a book.” Jo said.

Derrick thought to himself. “I did, and your husband bought a copy.”

But now was the the time or the place.

Jo got dressed. Derrick walked her downstairs and they found me sitting at the bar.

Ann had left with a guy about 45 minutes ago. Joe had followed her and the new guy out of the club. Joe went home. Ann went to his place. I was looking forward to those text messages.

Jo had to drive me home. It was a quiet drive home.

We went inside and went to bed.

Jo stripped down completely naked. “Laydown Dear, I want to try something.”

Jo laid me down in the middle of the bed, then she straddled my face. “I want you to clean my pussy.”

I started eating her pussy and I could taste the salty semen inside of her, and on her smooth lips that I had shaved a few hours before. My cock strained against the cage as she moaned in pleasure.

It took a few minutes to bring her to orgasm, but when she did come, it was wet, warm and she moaned loudly. More “juice” shot out as she had a good orgasm on my face.

When she finished, she got up, turned on the lamp, leaned her head down between my legs and unlocked my cage. Then she sat in a chair by the bed and watched.

“I am going to tell you a dirty little story, but you cannot touch your cock until I say so, is that clear?” Jo told me.

I nodded.

“Tonight, I became your Cuckoldress.” Jo began.

My cock got hard, and it twitched and spasmed from the news, imagery, and the thoughts of humiliation that was to follow. I wanted to cheer. I wanted to shout. I did nothing but smile.

“Derrick took me upstairs in Club Mett and I had some of the best orgasms of my life with that man.” Jo continued. “He ate my pussy until I came three times tonight. The third orgasm I screamed out HIS name while he licked my married pussy.”

Jo spread her legs and touched herself as she told me the details of how Derrick took her. “How does that make you feel?” Jo asked.

My cock danced in the air as it begged for me to touch it. “I feel extremely happy.” I confessed.

Jo looked at me. “Does my story make you want to touch yourself?”

I nodded.

“Does it make you happy that I have better orgasms with other men?” Jo asked.

“Yes, that makes me very happy.” I answered.

Jo continued, “Do you want me to have sex with other men again?”

“I want you to do it a lot more in the future.” I confessed.

“As often as I like, with other men?” Jo asked.

“Yes.” I answered.

Jo asked, “Even if that means you do NOT have sex with me?”

“Yes. As long as you are happy, that is all that matters to me.” I answered.

“You do not mind if their cocks are bigger than yours? Longer? Thicker?” Jo asked slowly.

“I want you to have as many cocks as you want, all sizes, all shapes, and I want you to have better orgasms than I give you. Then I want you to come home and tell me about it.” I confessed. My cock twitched and “danced” as I spoke and thought about what I was saying.

Jo nodded. “I want you to play with yourself while I tell you what happened upstairs.” she added.

I reached for my cock.

Jo added, “But know this… What I am about to tell you is just the beginning. As soon as you come, I am going to stop talking. So if you want to everything that happened, you cannot orgasm until the end.”

I nodded.

“Derrick put my heels on his shoulders, and he pushed his bigger cock inside of me even deeper. This caused the head of his cock to rub the back of my clit. My orgasms were more intense and lasted longer because of that.” Jo spoke very slowly.

Her words soaked into my skin and it solidified my place in her life. It pulled all of the power I had left in our relationship out of my soul, and her body absorbed it.

As I pumped my dick in front of her, I envisioned Derrick on top of her, her titties bouncing around and his cock stretching her married pussy open. I envisioned the look on her face, the passion in her eyes, and the sounds she made as his cock plunged in and out of her. I thought about the sensations she experienced, and the changes those made in her.

Jo watched as I pumped my dick, her powerful words gained meaning as the weakness of my spirit was exposed to her. She watched in amazement as I feverishly worked on my shaft and listened to her tell me how she fucked Derrick. She was not confessing her infidelity, she was telling it to me, and I wanted to hear it. I needed to hear it for my own release, but (more importantly) for her growth.

Within a few minutes, my body twitched and I shot a heavy load all over my chest and stomach.

Jo witnessed the birth of her own independence in my actions. The heavy load I had just shot all over myself represented HER sexual freedom, and it empowered that spirit. My actions redefined my worth to her, which was both a positive for her, and a negative for me.

I laid in the bed, panting and reeling in the actions of months of effort, days of trying and hours of work. The years of hoping, and the times where I thought this would never happen all evaporated with my orgasm, and my wife bearing witness to my response to her words.

I was speechless.

Jo stood over me. The cage in her hand, the lock in the other.

“Quite a mess you have made, Cuckie.” Jo said in a new tone.

I broke from my haze and looked at Jo.

“Clean it up.” Jo ordered.

I started to reach for some tissues.

“No Cuckie.” Jo ordered. “Clean it up the right way.”

I looked at Jo. “This is a test.” I told myself.

I ran my fingers through my own cum and moved them to my mouth. I licked my fingers clean, swallowing my own load, then repeated the process until it was all gone.

Jo stood over me and observed each move. My actions defined my weakness, and hers displayed her strength in the shift of our relationship dynamic.

“That’s a good little hubby.” Jo teased.

I looked up at her. “If I were you, I would get used to that taste. Make sure you enjoy the taste of your own cum. In time, you will become eager to enjoy it. This will make it easier when it is from a different source, like all of the cocks I plan to enjoy.” Jo smiled as she delivered this news to me.

She continued, “I enjoy the idea of having this much power over you.”

Jo paused and stepped closer to me. She ran her own fingers through a trail of cum that I had missed and wiped it across my lips. I opened my mouth and took in her fingers. Jo smiled with approval.

“This is just he beginning my little Cuckie.” Jo hissed.

Jo leaned in closer to my ear and whispered, “I find it very erotic that you are the new cum dumpster in my house.”

Jo stood up and looked me in the eyes.

I nodded.

Jo smiled. “Put this back on. I have no use for your tiny dick any more. I have very little use for a man that eats cum, but I promise you I will find a use.”

Jo handed me the chastity device. I shook while I tucked myself into the device. Jo’s words “No use for your tiny dick anymore.” echoed in my head as I fumbled with the device. Having HER put it on before was less emasculating. Having her WATCH me put it on seemed to take on a different level of servitude and obedience.

As I fumbled with the device, Jo continued, “It will serve you best to remember a few things while your dick is locked away inside of that cage. ONE: I grant you orgasms based on your obedience to me, and the completion of the chores you are assigned. I control your orgasms, NOT YOU.”

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied (Hopeful to stay on the good side of Jo.).

“TWO, You will do as told, when told, and HOW told. My time just became more valuable, and yours just became spoken for. Each freedom you enjoyed before is now a privilege. Is THAT clear?” Jo scornfully spoke.

I nodded yes.

“You will answer verbally and with respect, Cuckie.” Jo hissed.

“Yes Ma’am, and YES I do understand.” I snapped quickly.

Jo looked down at me, still laying in the bed. She ran her fingers through more come, and smeared it on my lips and chin.

“Maybe you need a few reminders on what all of this includes, Cuckie.” Jo hissed.

I looked at Jo with a confused look.

“I did a little research of my own, Cuckie. I know more about this lifestyle today than I ever thought I wanted to know. I have to say, it is almost the perfect crime. It will serve you best to learn how to deal with that fact quickly.” Jo finished.

After I had myself tucked into the device, and things were “back in place”, Jo pushed the lock back through the eyelet and (again) she paused, looked at me before pushing the lock closed. Again the dreaded “CLICK” filled the room. Jo’s laughter followed.

Jo slept soundly that night. I stayed awake as the echoes of her laughter recycled through my head. My mind brought up each and every face and name of a different man that had flirted with her in the past, gave her a second look, or even watched her walk across the room. “What would become of Jo’s general relationship with men?”

What had I done?

Ted and Joe both texted me the next day, BEFORE lunch.

They had wonderful news.

Both of their wives has successfully Cuckolded them over the weekend. They wanted to celebrate, but I had a wash of fear covering me for what was to become of me. This WAS what I had wanted, wished for and desired for more than a few years. Now it was here, and I wished that I felt better about it.

Jo WAS a sexual predator, and I had failed to satisfy that desire in her many different ways, many different times. She had grown to realize this in a short amount of time and vowed to avenge my shortcomings through sacrifice.

What that looked like I had yet to piece together, but that box was open, and Derrick was right. “There was no closing it.”

What was coming our way was not what any of us had bargained for with anyone and there was no stopping it.

Weeks passed before there was any new news of sex between our wives. I just assumed that Ted and Joe were going through the same things I was enduring.

Jo made it a point to tease me at every opportunity.

She walked with more pride and confidence than I had ever seen (or noticed) before.

Ted, Joe, and I compared notes through email. We were ALL progressing well and our wives were taking to this new lifestyle with few inhibitions.

Elaine needed a lot of encouragement, but once she found a good cock that fit her pussy, she nearly became addicted. She liked the muscular types, and Ted could not compete with some of the studs Elaine had found. She enjoyed being suspended in mid-air and having her married pussy pounded hard and fast. It took a strong upper body to hold that kind of weight and move with enough force to fuck Elaine hard enough for her to enjoy it. Ted had lots of stories but did not want to type it all.

Joe’s wife found pleasure in younger men. She had been propositioned by her assistant at work, and it made her feel younger. This fueled her enthusiasm for the lifestyle. Joe had many stories where Ann would spend the night with a younger man, and then take on their room mate before coming home to Joe. Ann was looking forward to having a threesome with her assistant and one of his friends. Joe was looking forward to it too.

My wife Jo was taking things really slow in comparison to all of this. She seemed to find more joy in making my life hell. She was getting hornier as the days went by, so I figured we would head back and see Derrick soon.

She had mentioned going out soon, but I never heard anything more about it.

Friday as I was cleaning up the kitchen, and waiting on a load of laundry to finish, a strange vehicle pulled in the driveway. Jo came into the kitchen, a tight dress on, no bra (which meant no panties either) and 4″ high heel shoes.

“I will be back in a few hours. DO NOT text me or call me.” Jo ordered.

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied.

Jo smiled as she looked at me. She turned and walked out the front door.

I felt ambushed, but maybe this was the “only” way Jo could date?

Jo went to a local hotel along the interstate. An old boy friend from college was in town for a business trip and had reached out to Jo for any attractions in town. Jo’s reply was simple. “Me”.

It was all it took to get Robert to ask for her address, come pick her up, then drive back to the hotel for a few hours of “memory lane” pleasures.

Robert was recently divorced, and on the rebound. Jo was a perfect “score” for him. He was familiar, safe, and still attracted to Jo.

Robert took Jo back to his room and the two fell right back into place like they were in college.

Just after 1am, Robert pulled back into the driveway. Jo gave him a kiss goodbye and they promised to keep in touch should his travels bring him to town again.

Jo walked in through the front door and the grin on her face told me that Robert still had the touch.

Jo looked at me and a switch went off in her head. “Bedroom, NOW.”

I raced to the bedroom and laid down in the middle of the bed. Jo was right behind me. As she walked through the door, she threw her purse on the floor, pulled up her dress and thrust her hips against my face.

“Clean my married pussy.” she ordered.

As Jo lowered her hips against my face, a large blob of semen rolled out of her, and dripped directly onto my tongue. I swallowed it faithfully, and pulled her hips against my face.

Jo moaned in approval as she noted my behavior. She spread her knees apart and it put more pressure on my face. I pointed my tongue and focused on her clit as she pushed herself against my face. She moaned a deep satisfied moan as my face was flooded with her own juices.

I thought she was finished, but she held herself in place and said, “Not done yet.”

Jo rolled her hips against my mouth and more cum dripped out onto my face. This seemed to push Jo even harder as she started to grind against my face and she had another explosive orgasm in my mouth.

I was anxiously looking forward to hearing about how Robert fucked her, but I was sharply denied.

“Cuckie, that was some of the best pussy eating you have ever done for me, and a great cleaning, but this is not over yet. Robert is picking me up tomorrow after his morning meeting. He is taking me out for a nice dinner, then we are going back to his hotel room. I have decided that I am spending the night with him. He will bring me home after we have breakfast in the morning. Then he will catch his flight back to Chicago.” Jo told me.

My cock strained against the device. I was being tested. My silence would help with a passing grade. My support would help me greatly.

“I understand and support you. I hope you had a nice time tonight and I hope you have an even better time tomorrow.” I said.

Jo smiled with approval.

“Robert has not lost his touch. I came four times while he fucked me.” Jo said.

Jo patted my crotch. “Anything wrong Cuckie?” she asked.

“No Ma’am.” I said.

“I know.” Jo said, “Because we BOTH remember who’s idea this was. Who’s fantasy this is, and who’s it continues to be.”

I nodded.

“Don’t be disappointed Cuckie. I will make sure you have a nice reward after I get home.” Jo chuckled as she teased me.

I laid out a nice dress for Jo, and then a change of undies for her for the trip home. I also packed a change of clothes.

Jo got a few text messages around 1pm. Robert’s meeting broke early and he was on his way to the house. Jo dropped everything and got dressed in something very sexy. She waited in the living room where she would be able to see Robert pull into the driveway. Ten minutes later, I watched as my wife walked out and got into the car with her old college boyfriend. The two drove off.

I continued with my chores and laundry. I was so horny I did not dare get on the forum, or talk to Ted or Joe. But I had nothing else to do.

I stayed up until 3am chatting and talking with a few members. I finally went to bed, but could not sleep. It was the first time in a LONG time that Jo and I had been apart.

I woke up around 9:30 am. I did a few chores and anticipated Jo getting home by lunch.

Jo and Robert had stayed up all night fucking each others’ brains out. They had gotten woke up by house keeping and had to leave quickly. They checked out of the hotel and drove to a place for breakfast.

Jo texted me – “Meet me at the front door in 20 minutes please.”

At the last possible minute, Robert’s car appeared in the driveway. After a long goodbye, Jo walked up to the front door where I opened the door and met her.

Jo looked at me with an evil grin and kissed me. She pushed her tongue inside of my mouth. I could taste semen on her lips.

As she finished, Robert’s car backed out of the driveway and he drove off.

Jo had licked Robert’s cock clean in the driveway for the benefit of kissing me in front of him. As Robert’s car drove away, Jo smiled at me and said, “I did that to prove a point to Robert, not for you.”

Jo walked into the house and waited for me to close the door.

“Robert asked why my husband would allow me to spend the night out with my old college boyfriend. I tried to explain our relationship. He did not believe me. So just before I got out of his car, I licked his cock and his balls clean. Then I asked him to wait in the drive while I walked from his car and kissed you on the lips.”

I had a blank look on my face.

“He did not believe me. So I had to prove a point. Defines this relationship to others rather quickly. Wouldn’t you say so, Cuckie?” Jo asked.

“Y-yes it does.” I said in shock.

Robert and I knew some of the same people from college. I felt exposed, but I also felt like I just advertised my wife available with zero limits.

“Do you want me to go lay down in the bed?” I asked.

“No Cuckie. I am rather tired and just want to take a nap.” Jo replied.

I had a disappointed look on my face. Jo saw through it right away.

“You had your taste my Dear.” Jo said trying to console me. “Besides, I am completely “fucked out”. Robert bent me over in the hotel room doggie style. He felt SO GOOD inside of my married pussy. I absolutely LOVED the way his large cock head pounded my cervix and rubbed my clit on the inside. It literally made me tingle all over. I nearly passed out during the first orgasm of last night. Just feeling him inside of me brought me a level of pleasure. Then his cock took over and just tore me up inside, again and again.” Jo said.

I just stood there silently in the entry way of our home. The salty residue of Robert’s semen made my lips numb and my tongue tingled while Jo spoke.

She was still smiling when she looked at me and said, “Cuckie, you will NOT believe this, but while Robert was fucking me doggie style, he slowed down and told me, “I don’t want to cum too soon.”

Jo continued, “It really meant a lot to me that I was not some quick piece of ass to him. He truly wanted me to find pleasure in his cock. And God knows that I DID.”

Jo fanned herself. My mouth was still a gape as she spoke.

Jo looked at me, directly in my eyes and continued, “Right after he said that, he pushed a wet thumb into my asshole and started fucking my ass with his thumb, WHILE he kept his cock inside of me. Its been years since I came so hard.”

As she spoke, my knees got weak. She had less respect for me, less physical attraction to me, and I was slowly becoming the Cuckold Hubby that I had yearned to me for years.

Jo walked to the bedroom and unloaded her suite case. Then she laid down in bed. “Wake me up in two hours with your tongue Cuckie.” she muttered as she drifted off to sleep.

I gathered her laundry and washed it while she slept. The image of my wife bent over, a bigger cock moving in and out of her while she had one screaming orgasm after another was one thing. The idea of another man taking her in the ass and making her have an orgasm (or multiple orgasms) had never entered my mind. Now it was a distinct reality.

With Robert knowing (witnessing) our arrangement, and Jo having adequate time to explain her availability to other men, the ideas of multiple lovers in Jo’s life, and even LESS time for me was becoming a distinct reality too. My dick strained against my device. I had not had an orgasm in 2 months. I was jittery and ready to do anything for a release.

Another scenario that had not popped into my overworked mind was the idea of men that Jo and I knew becoming lovers. With people knowing I was not a “factor” and Jo was a safe lay (no emotional ties / complications) her popularity would soar if Robert ran his mouth.