Real story of my cuckolding

This is a real-life story, not a fantasy piece, so forgive me if I'm posting this in the wrong forum. Another member asked me to create a separate thread for this tale.

Basically, it's a diary which I kept of my cuckolding; it consists of posts I made to my old yahoo group (which the fine folks at yahell deleted); chats I had with a good friend, "A"; and emails to and from my wife's lovers.

My wife Cassie cuckolded me from 2000-2004. Then we decided to put that stuff aside to raise our son, who was getting older. We felt it best to concentrate on the family, and put the playtime up for now -- although Cassie has made it clear she intends to take another lover someday.

More than ever, Cassie is my mistress, and after 23 years of marriage she's come to expect to be served. By the way, there is nothing more erotic than a woman who is totally relaxed in her dominance, and Cassie is that.

Anyway, I'll post a few entries and if there's interest I will continue.

c.w.

December 28, 1998
(posted to the Yahoo Cuckold Club)

I've written many fantasy stories, but this isn't one of them. My wife and I are entering into a serious discussion about finding someone to please her, and I thought our situation might be of interest to others on this board.

Our relationship is somewhat unorthodox. My wife has been my Mistress since we first started living together 11 years ago. We've become used to this way of life, although we aren't always in the active roles of Mistress and slave. We're still best friends who enjoy playing cards, board games, watching comedies - and, best of all, spending time with our wonderful little boy.

That doesn't mean she isn't my Mistress 24 hours a day. She is. My wife is the undisputed head of our household, although sometimes I'm stubborn and try to assert my independence. I always regret it afterward - and she always ends up getting her way.

Anyway, like I said, we've become quite used to this way of life, and Mistress's dominance is starting to assert itself in "real" situations as well. Some of the things she does to me take some getting used to. For instance, this Christmas, we were setting up the Santa Claus toys for our boy, and every time I made a suggestion, she just waved her hand and dismissed me. She didn't even give it a second thought, and although I was steaming, she didn't seem to notice. It's not exactly the most erotic thing in the world - but it's one more way my wife's dominance is moving out of the bedroom and into our everyday lives.

Anyway, I tend to ramble. But I've told you all this to get to the matter at hand: my impending cuckoldry.

Since the beginning, our sex life has consisted of my orally worshipping her, both front and back, while she kicks back, relaxes, reads a Variations magazine, watches a porno movie, or whatever else she wants. Our "foreplay" often involves me on my knees at the foot of her bed ("her bed" - that's the term we use, without even thinking about it anymore), giving her a long foot massage. Then I worship my Mistress for an hour or so, depending on whether she wants to wait awhile or have a quick orgasm. After she cums, she'll roll over and have me kiss her ass or give her a soft rim-job while she relaxes and "comes down" from her climax.

Her fantasies always involve black men - aggressive types, not submissive like me - who seduce her, then fuck her silly. Sometimes I'm in her fantasies, always as the slave husband.

We used to make love (that is, normal intercourse) once every two or three months, but even that paltry total is diminishing. I'm finding it difficult to fuck my Mistress; after all these years, I've become intimidated by her. I never had an impotence problem before, but I find myself getting soft when I try to fuck my wife.

Cassie's starting to get frustrated. And, as my overall slavery continues to seep its way into our everyday relationship, she's beginning to wonder if it might not be a good idea to live out our shared fantasy of finding a strong black man to pin her down and give her the proper man-style fucking that I know I'll never be able to give her.

We've actually had a few serious conversations about this, and I think we're getting closer to seeing it to fruition. There are real-life issues to consider, of course, not the least of them being our child. In no way will we ever introduce another man in our home life. But, my wife said, what would be the big deal if mommy went out to her "friend's" house once a month or so? We would have to be discreet, but it could work out.

Here's our plan: we're going to start out slow, as one of my Net pen pals suggested. In the next week or so, we're going to have what we call a "Mistress day." Let me explain: every once in awhile, we'll spend the entire day pampering my Mistress. Many times, on Mistress days, we'll have the grandparents watch our son, so as to give us full reign to go all out.

Anyway, on the next "Mistress Day," my wife is going to put on something sexy and we're going to go to a racially-mixed bar, where she can flirt with the black guys she loves so much. It won't be anything overt; just a subtle, harmless across-the-room flirt. I'll be sitting with her, so we probably won't be approached by anyone. Whoever she's flirting with will probably just assume I don't know she's doing it.

It's a small first step, but an important one, I think. We still haven't worked out all the details, but I'll keep you posted if you're interested.

The bottom line is: My wife needs more than I can give her. She absolutely ADORES having me fetch things for her, and iron her outfits for work (a chore I have to do tonight, as soon as I sign off the Net), and giving her foot massages. But from day one, she's fantasized about these strong, dark guys who won't put up with her shit like I do. And someday, I know it in my bones, we're going to see my Mistress's fantasy - and mine - come true.

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January 31, 1999
(posted to the Yahoo Cuckold Club)


I'm really looking forward to next weekend. Let me tell you what my wife and I have planned:

Every now and then, we celebrate what we call, "Mistress days." On these occasions, I spend the whole day pampering my wife, waiting on her hand and foot. She usually takes full advantage of her "Mistress days," and keeps me running until my tongue hangs out.

Next weekend, we're scheduled for what's shaping up to be the best "Mistress day" yet!

A little background: For Christmas, I got my wife an all-expenses-paid day at the spa, including a full body massage, full body wax - the works! She made the appointment for next weekend; Grandma and Grandpa will be taking our little boy for the weekend.

After she's finished at the beauty parlor, we're going to hit a bar about 20 miles from our home. This bar is frequented by professional African Americans - Buppies, if you will. (Those who know me are aware that my wife is very much turned on by black men, and she's constantly teasing me about how she's going to find a black lover someday. Although she hasn't yet gone outside our marriage for satisfaction, she seems to be warming up to the idea.)

Anyway, the plan is for Mistress to go dancing at this bar. Now, she knows damn well that I can't dance - so you can imagine what's probably going to happen! I'm very excited, and can hardly wait!

After the bar, we're going to rent a hotel room with a Jacuzzi. We often rent a hotel room on "Mistress days"; my Mistress loves lounging in the Jacuzzi while I give her a foot massage.

I'm only allowed to enter my wife's vagina two or three times a year. Usually, I do like most submissives: I lick her pussy and ass, while she watches a video or reads a Variations magazine. Her favorite fantasy material is that which features black men with white women. As I said, she turns to jelly around black guys - which, of course, gets me off as well!

Although I'm very much turned on by the whole "wimp husband/slut wife" trip, I never used to be hung up on the race of the "stud." In my fantasies, it didn't matter whether the man was black or white. But lately, I've found myself fantasizing more and more about a black man making love to my wife. In my hornier moods, when I'm out in public, I find myself looking at good-looking black guys, knowing damn well that if they really wanted to fuck my wife, they wouldn't have to work very hard at it!

Like I said, my wife hasn't found a lover yet, but lately we've been discussing the prospect more and more. Just last week, she said something that represented a breakthrough when she told me, "if the right man were to come along, and if the circumstances were right, I'd probably do it."

That's a big step; although she's fantasized about making it with a black guy ever since I've known her, and although she's teased me about someday finding a lover, my wife has never come right out and seriously said she'd "probably do it."

To many people, this might not sound like much. But you have to know my wife - when she says something, she usually goes through with it! That's why I'm so excited!!!


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February 21, 1999
(posted to the Yahoo Cuckold Club)

Hi, all. I thought I'd give you the scoop on what happened last night. Although it wasn't exactly the stuff Internet fantasies are made of, it was, I think, an important step in my lifelong submission to my wife.

As I reported here before, my wife spent the day at the beauty parlor yesterday. It was my Christmas present to her: a four-hour-long total pampering, including a full body massage, body wax, a facial - the works. Let me tell you, I nearly flipped when she came home. She looked positively radiant! I still can't believe I'm married to such a classy, beautiful woman, and I thank my lucky stars that I am so blessed.

We started out the evening by going to a nice Japanese restaurant, and it didn't take long before my wife got in the "flirting" mood. She was making eye-contact with a man who was sitting a few booths down, and I saw him checking her out as well.

Having a man ogle your wife in the restaurant may not be quite as intense as watching someone fuck her brains out, but it's still a serious head-rush! The man wasn't lewdly licking his lips at my wife or anything, but he was certainly giving her the eye.

After dinner, we went to an upscale, mixed-race bar. I saw many guys there who fit my wife's "type": Tall, black gentlemen, most of whom were wearing nice suits.

I sat there all night and watched my wife flirt with these men...smiling at them and blatantly looking them up and down whenever they'd walk by. I'd been serving her for so long, I'd totally forgotten how my wife looks with that gleam in her eye - that hungry look of a horny woman. Of course, I was sitting next to her at the table, so nobody actually approached us. But a few of the men my wife was flirting with kept looking over at our table throughout the evening. Every time I'd see my wife smile back at them, an electric jolt ran straight through me.

What must the men have been thinking about me? Here my wife was, blatantly checking these guys out, giving them that "look" and those shy, flirtatious smiles....and I was just sitting there, doing nothing. It was a small slice of humiliation - but a delicious slice, to be certain.

By the way, there were a lot of mixed-race couples at the bar, mainly black men with white women. Seeing them together really turned my wife on!

My wife informed me that the next time, she's going to bring Laura, a friend of ours from the D/s club we belong to. My wife and Laura are going to sit at a table together, while I sit at the bar. That way, the guys she's flirting with won't be afraid to go up to her and ask her to dance. With me sitting there, I suppose it prohibited them from approaching her. Oh, well - we're learning as we go along.

After a few hours, we headed for home. During the drive home, I was sulking a little, because nothing major had happened. I guess I'd built up so much anticipation, anything short of a guy taking my wife home and fucking her was going to be somewhat of a letdown. I know it's stupid to build up my expectations like that, but I'm only human. Now that I've had a few hours to reflect, however, I realize what an important step last night really was.

As soon as we got home, my wife told me to get down on my knees. She then slapped me hard across the face twice and said, "I don't like you moping around! I know why you're doing it. When are you going to realize that we're not here to cater to YOUR expectations?!? I do what I want to do when I want to do it! This is about ME!"

She's right, of course. Actually, I was pretty good about it; I didn't say a word. All I did was sulk a little - but my wife picked up on it, and she didn't like it. She keeps me on a pretty tight reign, so any little thing that displeases her usually warrants a reprimand.

We finished off the evening in usual style: I licked my wife's pussy for more than an hour, and she enjoyed three orgasms while watching an interracial movie (actually, it was one of the Jan B. humiliation flicks). Then, my wife fucked me in the ass with her heel while I played with myself. After I came, I gave my wife a soft rim-job and we fell asleep.

Like I said, last night didn't exactly play out like a c.w. cobblestone story - but it was, I think, a good start.

August 2, 1999
An email to my friend 'A'...

Sorry it's been so long. It hasn't been a good week for me - first, my computer crashed last week...then, as soon as I got it up and running, my body broke down. I don't know what in the world happened, but I had stomach cramps so severe, I had to call an ambulance to take me to the hospital. I'm recovering nicely, but still a little woozy.

But, man, did Cassie and I have a talk last week! Let me tell you!

I was in the bedroom serving her as usual, when we started talking. The conversation drifted toward a familiar subject: Black men. Of course, I initiated the topic.

"You watch and see," Cassie said. "It's going to happen, and you'll be sorry."

She sounded like you, issuing her dire warning of, "be careful what you wish for."

Then she said something that has me turned on still. We got to talking about how I'm too docile to fuck her. Only I didn't say, "fuck." Whenever I refer to intercourse in conversations with my wife, I say, "do it to you."

"I just can't imagine some black guy doing it to you," I told her.

She looked at me with a disgusted curl to her lip. "I hate it when you say that - it sounds so wimpy!" she berated me. "'Do it to me!' Listen - if I find someone, he isn't going to be 'doing it to me,' c.w.. He's going to fuck me!"

Then, later on, the subject came up again: "What do you expect? All I hear is how I can do anything I want to, and how it would turn you on if I found a lover! This is going to happen, c.w., and when it does, you'd better not get pissed off or jealous!"

That's pretty much exactly what she said - I remember it verbatim! But the written word simply can't do justice to the inflections in her voice that night. From the way she was talking, I could tell the idea of finding a black lover was becoming more and more vivid in her mind.

Another bit of news: Cassie told me about a conversation she had with her girlfriend last weekend. It turns out my wife told her friend all about my fantasy of having Cassie find a lover. Cassie's friend already knows about my "slave" status - in fact, I served her at a party about 10 years ago. She even spit in my face while Cassie stood by and laughed!

But having Cassie tell her about my cuckold fantasy took it to a new level! I can't believe she told her friend that!!!

Well, this is becoming a book. Hope everything's okay on your end. Talk to you soon...

c.w.



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Things got quiet for awhile, although we continued talking about the idea of my wife taking a lover....


Tuesday, January 13, 2000
A post to the group...

My wife and I are currently discussing a plan that might allow us to dip our toes into the waters of interracial cuckoldry, a fantasy we both have shared for some time.

For those of you who don't know, I have taken a lifelong vow to obey my wife as her slave. I've been faithfully serving her for more than 12 years now.

Unlike the fantasies, I don't act like my wife's slave 24/7 - most of the time, we're probably like most couples, trying to raise our son, and doing the best we can to get through the day unscathed. But there's an underlying understanding between both of us that she is the boss. My wife is the unquestioned head of the household, both in the living room and the bedroom.

As in most femdom relationships, I'm responsible for most of the chores. In the 12 years we've been together, I've never seen my wife scrub the toilet (Scratch that - I saw her do it once, after I'd had an operation. But, that's it! : )

In the bedroom, I rarely get to make love to my wife in the conventional way. In other words, she rarely allows me to fuck her. Maybe 3 or 4 times a year at most. Some years, not even that. I remember one year-and-a-half period a few years back where we only made love once.

But, although we spend 99.99999 percent of our sexual time in our mistress/slave roles, S&M isn't my wife's primary sexual fantasy - it's mine. Sexually, my wife fantasizes about black men. (In fact, she's lived out her
fantasy; a black guy took her virginity in college, and she had affairs with a number of black guys when she was younger). She didn't even know much about domination before I met her.

That's not to say she isn't happy with our current sex life. Why wouldn't she be? She gets treated like an absolute queen.

Our usual routine consists of my giving her a long foot massage while she relaxes on the bed and watches TV; then, she has me put one of our growing collections of interracial movies into the VCR, light candles, then get between her legs while she kicks back and watches her movie. She pays absolutely no attention to me while I'm worshipping her, unless I'm doing something that displeases her, which isn't often (she's trained me well). After all these years, I've become like an appliance to her, at least in the bedroom. As long as I'm doing the job, she doesn't even think about me.

Then, when she's had her orgasm(s), she'll either roll over and go to sleep, or, if she's not tired, she might sit up and play with me for awhile while I jack off. By "play with me," I mean things like slapping my balls and tweaking my nipples. Sometimes, when she's feeling particularly evil, she'll spit in my face. Other times, she'll get out a vibrator and anally **** me while I masturbate.

Even during our "serious" discussions, my wife has told me that she's lost a lot of respect for me over the years, sexually speaking. She says there's no way she could ever see me as a viable lover, even though (not to toot my own horn), I'm considered to be quite good-looking. "I just don't see you that way any more," she's told me on more than one occasion. "If you ever did try to come off all macho, I'd just laugh."

Anyway, that's the skinny on the femdom relationship in our household. Now, here's our plan.

We plan to take out an ad, probably on the Dark Cavern page, looking for a black man who might be interested in a little phone sex. While I worship my mistress, she can relax and engage in sexy conversation with a black guy; meanwhile, she can continue to watch her interracial movies (with the sound
turned down, of course).

I think that would be an important step toward my wife actually finding a lover for real. We've been taking these "baby-steps" for more than a year, thanks to advice by a good friend who advised us to take small steps toward our goal (which is to find a handsome black lover for my wife).

Our first "baby-step," which we took about a year ago, was to go out to a racially-mixed bar together, where she openly flirted with a few patrons. Then, a few months ago, my wife went to the mall alone, with the express purpose of flirting with the black guys who frequent the place. She came home all aglow, because of the attention she received from a few tall, dark, handsome men.

My wife has told me a number of times that, if she ever runs into the right guy, under the right circumstances, she'll most definitely make love to him. So, it really isn't a matter of if it will happen; it's more a matter of when.

I feel lucky, in that my wife and I share the EXACT same fantasy, except from different ends. My wife simply lusts after black men; the domination stuff doesn't really get her off sexually (although, as I said, she enjoys her power to the core).

With me, it doesn't really matter if the bull is black or white. Race isn't an issue in my fantasies, as it seems to be with many authors of cuckold stories. I must admit, though, the fact that my wife gets turned on by black men - and I'm not one of them - is enough to make my cuckold heart thump! : )

Anyhow, that's the plan. I'd like to know what you think. Do you think it's a good idea to introduce a real person - albeit a stranger over the telephone - into our relationship? Of course, we'd have to let him know the nature of our female-dominated marriage. And, of course, he would know that I was slavishly licking my wife's pussy while he sweet-talked her.

I'm getting excited just thinking about it. I hope the reality lives up to the fantasy.

c.w.

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The next segment is from an email I sent to my friend, “A.” A little background: A few days earlier, my wife decided she was going to dress sexy and go to the mall to flirt with cute guys. And, when she makes up her mind to do something, she invariably does it. Here's what happened at the mall:



March 5, 2000
(posted to the Yahoo Cuckold Club)

Thought you might want to hear what happened during my mistress's shopping trip.

Cassie came home glowing! She spent about five hours shopping, and, when she returned, she seemed like a new woman.

Here's pretty much what she told me: She went to the mall, where a lot of black guys hang out. She said, "let me tell you, it's been so long since I REALLY flirted, I've forgotten how good it feels." She must've REALLY been flirting, because we've went out a few times in the past couple months, and she was definitely flirting with guys.

Anyway, she said she met a guy (black, of course) who worked in the video store. She asked him to find a particular movie (Godzilla, for our boy). Cassie told me the clerk looked at her and smiled, then blushed. She asked him what was wrong, and this guy said, "I'm sorry, it's just that you're so beautiful. You're exactly what I've been looking for - you're perfect."

Those are the exact words Cassie said he used. I believe it - Cassie is a tall, stunning woman. But you know how women are: They like to hear it from time to time -- and from someone other than their sniveling, groveling husbands (us).

So Cassie is on Cloud 98 right now. This was a tremendous boost to her self-esteem, I think. It was also another big step toward our ultimate destiny.

Tonight, after I worshiped her, I asked if I could make love to her. I usually don't even bother asking, since she always says no. But tonight, I was so horny thinking that another man wanted my wife...

But, of course, she turned me down flat, as per usual. Her exact words were: "No way would you do that tonight. I crossed a line today, and to have you doing that to me would be like taking a step backward."

Funny, but today I wasn't experiencing the totally-humiliated feelings the cuckolds in the stories have. It was more of a happy, submissive feeling; I was happy for my Mistress because one of her precious black men told her she was beautiful. I worked extra hard to please her today. I followed all her orders with a submissive song in my heart.

What turns me on the most, I think, is my wife's utter realization of her power. She knows full well that, if she wanted to, she could go back to that video store tomorrow and take this guy to a motel somewhere.

Confidence is very sexy, and my mistress is feeling very confident right now.


* * *

That brief flirtation fizzled out, and things settled down again. Cassie and I still talked about her finding a lover, but it remained merely a fantasy, and we didn't take any more steps toward actually making it happen. Things seemed to have stagnated.

Then, all of a sudden, out of the blue, everything started clicking. Before I knew it, at long last, it all finally started to happen. Once the ball got rolling, it was just a matter of time!

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July 4, 2000
(A letter to a friend )

Dear "A",

Hi, buddy. Long time, no talkee. Well, I've got a little news you might be interested in.

Last night, Cassie ordered me to compose an ad looking for a black guy, and place it on the Dark Cavern board! The witching hour is at hand - she actually wants to make this happen!

To tell you the truth, I'm both excited and scared to death. Of course, I spent half the night working on the ad!

I don't know what caused the sudden change in Cassie. We had a serious discussion the other night, and she basically told me that, after all this time, she feels our relationship is totally based on my being her slave. She said she doesn't see me as anything BUT a slave, and she doesn't feel we can ever go back to a "normal" husband-wife relationship. Her exact words were, "you're just not the kind of guy I'd come up to and kiss on the back of the head, just because."

This is serious business. I've kind of known she's felt this way for some time, because she's told me in various ways. But, this was point-blank. While she promised to continue treating me with respect in front of our son, family and friends, she's made it clear that she only sees me as a slave. She still loves me - but that love is based on my submission to her.

Well, that's what I always said I wanted. Now, I've got it. I must admit - it turns me on immensely...but it also makes me a little sad. Oh, well...we submissives thrive on being a little sad. It's what fuels us.

So, I'm going to place the ad on the Dark Cavern, just as soon as Cassie takes a look at it. She obviously has final editorial approval.

Whew!

Like I said, I'm scared to death. This thing is staring me right in the face, and it's frightening, to tell the truth. But, sky-diving is frightening, too. You only live once, so you might as well explore every avenue.

Well, I'll close for now. I figured I'd write and tell you the latest news, since I knew you'd be interested.


Take it easy,


c.w.



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July 10, 2000


Dear "A",

Hey, pal. Thought I'd keep you up to date on our latest adventure.

As you can probably gather, I am totally excited about this. I feel kind of like I'm standing on the edge of a tall cliff, looking down. Whenever I think about the fact that we're actually doing this, I get an icy feeling in my gut.

It's a good feeling! Scary...but good.

Last night, Cassie told me to go to the store and get some condoms. That really hit home that this thing is really in motion. This looks like it very well might happen, if the right person should respond to our queries. (Right now, we haven't actually placed an ad; I've been responding to black men in our area who want to meet white couples).

I talked to Cassie again about this tonight (I'm being careful not to talk about it TOO much, though, so as not to annoy her!!!). I asked her if this was something she REALLY wanted to do. She basically said, "hell, yes, I'm looking forward to it."

Cassie has been a lot more dominant to me - and I've been more submissive - since this all started. Just today, I spent a good part of the day cleaning the house while she was at a birthday party for her niece. Then, when she got home, she started yelling at me because I threw away a box. What the hell, I thought it was just an empty box! Even though my feelings were hurt, because I'd worked so hard to make her happy and she only focused on the one thing I did wrong, I didn't say anything. I just apologized.

We were supposed to "get together" tonight, but around 9:00, she duly informed me that she didn't feel like it. Then, she said, "but you can go get me another glass of pop, though."

Just like any self-respecting dominant woman, eh? I worked my ass off to make her happy, and she does nothing but bitch - then, she busts my bubble, and, without so much as a thought for my feelings, tells me to fetch something for her!

Well, it's getting late, so I'll close this rather lengthy letter. I promise to keep you up to date on any developments. I know you're interested - plus, I'd like to your opinions as this thing unfolds.

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July 11, 2000

The following is an excerpt from a chat with my friend, “A.” By this time, Cassie and I had gotten a few responses to our letters - and one in particular seemed to stand out.


Cwcobblest: Dude, you wouldn't believe how fast things are moving!

Cwcobblest: Cassie is quite smitten by an ad we got a response from. She saw the guy's picture, and I could tell...

Cwcobblest: She told me to go ahead and set up a meeting with this guy.

Cwcobblest: Cassie is VERY excited by this prospect!

A: You too.

A: I can tell.

Cwcobblest: Oh, God!

Cwcobblest: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

A: lol

Cwcobblest: I'm sending you an email with the entire correspondence between us. It includes the guy's original ad, then our subsequent discussions. (You bet your ass I saved it all as text files!!!!)

A: This is something.

Cwcobblest: Actually, it's a word document. The guy's picture is in there. Hang on, I'll send.

A: ok

Cwcobblest: You got it!

Cwcobblest: Have you looked at the file I sent you yet?

A: Yes.

A: He is a good looking guy.

Cwcobblest: What's scary is, this guy says he's also fantasized about our scenario for a long time. Lots of issues are going through my head...respect...it's one thing to submit to someone when you've been living with them for umpteen years...but..to submit to another man??? I'm sure it will come easy for me - as I said, I had one experience at the club, and I felt totally submissive. But this is different...

A: He hasn't intimated that THAT would be part of it.

Cwcobblest: I'm sorry...I didn’t understand the statement - That what would be part of what?

A: You submitting to him.

Cwcobblest: Oh...I know. But, I've already laid my cards on the table. He knows exactly what's going on...so by virtue of him fucking my wife (if it gets that far), he's automatically in the driver's seat, so to speak.

A: But you have no guarantee that he will

A: want to subjugate you

A: on a more physical level.

Cwcobblest: Right. I'm actually not sure if that will even be a part of it. But, even the mental humiliation of offering up my wife has my stomach a'flutter.

A: And what would Cassie's reaction be?

Cwcobblest: What would Cassie's reaction be to what?

A: To you serving HIM too?

Cwcobblest: Oh, she'd probably love it!!!

Cwcobblest: Although she said she isn't promising that I'll even be there. I'm hoping, though...and I think, eventually, that will happen.

Cwcobblest: It's leaning more toward my being there than not.

A: Well, that is good. She may

A: be nervous about safety the first time.

Cwcobblest: Right. That's something we're carefully considering. This guy could be a total bullshit artist...or worse.

A: Chances are thin.

A: But the key is to keep your options covered.

Cwcobblest: What will probably happen is, they'll get a hotel room, and I'll have to go into the bathroom or something. But I think Cassie would get off having me watch her...maybe not exactly get off...but she loves the power-trip. Of course, she could choose to show off her power by banishing me from the room...like I said, I'm kissing her ass, hoping she'll let me stay.

Cwcobblest: And, then, another real-life issue you never think about: I have to guard against getting my hopes up too much. This is Cassie's show - if it ain't EXACTLY what she's looking for, she's not going to do it.

Cwcobblest: But, she's excited as hell about this guy.

Cwcobblest: Which makes it tough for me not to get excited - just from seeing her so excited.

A: This is hot.

Cwcobblest: And, it's strange...but I'm feeling a lot of love for her on a different level...like I'm happy that she's finally going to get what SHE wants.

Cwcobblest: I mean, aside from the obvious excitement I get from being a sub.

Cwcobblest: I'm sorry...I'm blabbering away, aren't I?

Cwcobblest: It's just that...well, the words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup.

A: I know.

A: IT is your dream.

Cwcobblest: Did you notice in my email how I've already started calling him, "sir"?

A: I love it.

Cwcobblest: I just hope this all works out, because I'm so hyped up about it, I know it would be a letdown if it didn't happen. I don't even want to bother with the other answers to our letters. I've gotten about six so far...but they all seem lame compared with this guy.

Cwcobblest: And, like I said, Mistress is so excited!

Cwcobblest: This is the only answer I've even bothered showing her.

Cwcobblest: Every time I see her, I break out into a big grin! She keeps telling me, "would you shut up?" Playfully, you know..

A: Don't ruin it.

Cwcobblest: Oh, I know. It's done in a playful manner.

Cwcobblest: She turned me down again tonight. She has a meeting tomorrow, and she had a bunch of work to do. That's the second night in a row she's broken our "dates."

A: Expect that a lot.

Cwcobblest: I know, pal. That's the burden of the cuckold.

Cwcobblest: I wonder why guys like us would PURPOSELY put ourselves in these humiliating situations.

Cwcobblest: I mean, even if this doesn't happen - for me or you - we're now in marriages where our wives have lost respect for us on some level.

Cwcobblest: And, we ASKED for it!!!!

Cwcobblest: Well, I've got to get my ass in bed here...

A: Take care pal.

A: Keep me posted.

Cwcobblest: Will do. I like sharing all this with you.



* * *


July 14, 2000

Dear "A",

Well, buddy, it's happening. Cassie talked to William today. He called her on her cell phone while she was at work, and she went outside and called him back.

Cassie didn't give me the details of their conversation, but she did tell me this:


* *We're meeting with him Tuesday at 7:30!!**


Oh, my God....chatter, chatter.....(that's my teeth!) I can feel it all up in my toes! Man, I have cold vodka running through my veins right now!

Cassie said he seems to be a nice guy - "down to earth," is how she described him. She's also convinced he's married; he told her he can see her only on Tuesday and Wednesday nights, because that's when he plays basketball.

I can't wait for my wife to get home from work, so she can tell me the details of their conversation. Then again, she probably won't tell me much, knowing her!


* * *


July 15, 2000


Dear "A",

I took my son to the ballgame today. While I was gone, Cassie took the opportunity to go shopping.

She got home about 5:30 tonight, about a half-hour after I got back from the game. Our son was taking a nap when Cassie got home. She came into our bedroom, carrying a bunch of bags and wearing a naughty smile.

First, she showed me her new outfit: A kind of lime-green shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. She plans to wear that outfit when we meet with William this Tuesday.

Then, Cassie smiled wickedly at me and showed me the contents of the other bag: Three pairs of sexy panties - red, white and black!!!

I swear to God, Cassie then uttered the classic "cuckolding wife" line: Holding the panties up for my inspection, she asked in a sweet, little-girl voice, "do you think William will like these?"

I croaked out my affirmation.

I can't describe to you the feeling of standing in your bedroom, while your wife acts like a happy little girl and goes through the sexy new things she's bought for the enjoyment of another man! It's like living out the very thing we've all fantasized about for all these years!! And, let me tell you - that little "moment" was everything I'd ever dreamed it would be.

Actually, it's even better than the fantasies, because, aside from my sexual arousal, I'm also emotionally happy for my wife. She's so damn excited about all this! This gives her a chance to play "dress-up" again. She's buying new clothes, new underwear, and, in the process, looking at herself in a different light, I think.

One more thing I forgot to tell you: Remember when my wife went to the mall a few months ago, and flirted with that black guy from the video store? Well, she went back there while she was at the mall today - and damned if she didn't run into the same guy when she went to the video store!!! She said she went looking for him earlier in the day, but he hadn't been working then. But, she went back to the store to get "Tarzan" for our son, and there he was!

Cassie said the guy fell all over himself trying to impress her, following her around the store and picking out movies for her. Cassie paid for her purchases, and, just before she was about to leave the store, the clerk told her, "you know, you're a beautiful woman!"

So, Cassie will definitely be going into Tuesday's meeting brimming with confidence!

I'm doomed.

One final thing: my wife wore a sexy black lacy bra to the mall today. She never wears that bra, other than at the B/D parties. "I felt so slutty today wearing this bra," she told me when she got home. "It turned me on."

I'm finding it difficult to concentrate on anything else these days. I really do have to get some bills paid, but my mind is on one track right now, no matter how hard I try. Even at the ballgame, the thought kept crossing my mind.

Well, that's about it for now. Hope to talk soon...


* * *


July 17, 2000


Dear "A",

Well, William called my wife today and postponed our meeting until Thursday. It's a let-down, but I guess I'll have to deal with it. : (

I'll talk to ya later...


* * *

July 20, 2000 4:30 p.m.

Dear "A",

I came home from work a little early today...I set it up a few days ago, telling my boss I'd have to leave early Thursday, because I had some business to attend to. I knew even then I was going to be a nervous wreck - which, of course I am!!! There's no way I could've sat in my office for another two hours!

At least I was busy today, and my was mind occupied - but only sometimes. Throughout the day, our impending meeting kept popping into my head.

Man, in only about three hours, we go to meet William. I'm petrified! There are so many questions bouncing around my head right now, I don't know whether to shit or reboot my computer! Will Cassie like him? Will he like Cassie? I'm sure, if he looks like he does in his picture, they'll get along fine, because Cassie is a very pretty woman, and, looking at William's pic, he seems like a handsome guy.

In a few minutes, I have to iron my mistress' new outfit. Like I told you, she went shopping this weekend and bought a whole new outfit to wear when she meets William. It's a pair of jeans, and a nice green blouse. She's going to be a knockout - and I'm afraid William won't be able to resist!!! (Actually, I'm hoping he won't be able to resist!)

Well, let me get crackin' here. I've got some ironing to do. It's strange, having to iron an outfit so your wife will look nice for another man. Whenever I get back to writing fantasy stories, I think I'll be able to speak with a little more authority on the subject. This is really weird - the things I've written about and read for so many years are actually coming true!

I'll update you as soon as I get the chance.


Your pal,

c.w.

July 20, 2000 11:00 p.m.

Another chat with "A," after our big meeting with William:


A: So?

Cwcobblest: Ha! Ha! HA!

Cwcobblest: Well...let's just put it this way

A: go on.

Cwcobblest: IT WENT PERFECTLY!

A: Tell me.

Cwcobblest: He's a very nice man...the chemistry was there. We met in a park and talked for about an hour

Cwcobblest: He's very interested in B/d

Cwcobblest: And, he said three or four times that the scenerio I described was something he very much wanted to try.

Cwcobblest: He's been with couples before where SHE was the sub

A: Ahhh.

A: How did Cassie feel?

Cwcobblest: Are you kidding!!!!???!! She's smitten!!!!

Cwcobblest: The guy is very good-looking. Smart, confident without being cocky...as I said, it went perfect!

A: So, what is the next move.

Cwcobblest: They seemed to hit it off beautifully; she invited him to lunch, he gave her his work number, and they'll be going out to lunch sometime soon, I suppose.

A: Did she say she would keep you informed?

Cwcobblest: Yes...we both giggled all the way home.

A: lol

A: Wow.

A: Did she indicate

A: when she will call him for lunch?

Cwcobblest: No...but I was kind of surprised at her boldness by asking him out! As I said, he immediately gave her his work number - so he's very interested!!!

A: IT must be driving you nutz.

Cwcobblest: Absolutely!!!

Cwcobblest: There were a couple moments there...

Cwcobblest: ...where he gave me this dominant "look"...

Cwcobblest: ...I felt totally intimidated by him.

A: Did they hug and kiss parting?

Cwcobblest: No...as I said, it was kind of awkward for the first meeting...they were attracted to each other, it was obvious...but no physical contact.

A: Damn.

A: This is hot, pal. I've gotta go. LEt's chat tomorrow.

A: Night pal. Congrats!!

Cwcobblest: Good night!


* * *

Cassie talked to William on the phone the next day, and they agreed to meet for dinner the following Thursday. Unfortunately, the dinner plans fell through - but there were further developments, which I describe in the following email to "A":


July 26, 2000 5:27 p.m.

Dear "A",

This is truly a strange turn of events.

I don't know if I told you, but after we met with William, Cassie kept telling me, "he reminds me of someone. I KNOW I've seen his face before." She was wracking her brain, trying to figure out where she'd seen him before.

Well, they chatted on the phone today, and guess what? It turns out they went to college together - and, now that they're aware of that, they actually remember each other from their college days! They hung out with all the same people, and even partied together a few times in the dorm. She distinctly remembers him now. They weren't close friends, but she said he was a part of the crowd she ran with.

William told Cassie that he was trying to figure out where he'd seen her before! It was bothering him, too.

Is that freaky, or what? I'll tell you this much: With this new piece of news, the chances of this relationship developing further have now increased a thousandfold.

Now, the bad news: Thursday's off. So their next meeting will be postponed until next week some time, probably Tuesday, if Cassie doesn't get back too late (she's going out of town this weekend, and will return some time on Tuesday).

Oh, well...

Cassie said when he called her today, he told her that he had good news and bad news. The bad news was that Thursday had to be canceled; the GOOD news, he said, was, "this will allow the anticipation to build."

He must be speaking for himself, because, if the anticipation builds any more on my end, I'm going to BUST!!!!


* * *

Our vacation started on July 28. We hadn't planned to go anywhere; it was supposed to be a week of just relaxing around the house. But...what a memorable vacation it turned out to be!!!!


Thursday, August 3, 2000, 5:15 p.m.

Dear "A",

Well, I don't have much time to elaborate, but it looks like tonight could be the night.

We're going to meet William at a bar; Cassie will go in, and I'll wait outside in the car. If William has time, we're going to rent a room. We don't know for sure if this will come off , but, if he does have the time, I think this is going to happen.

I'm so nervous, I can hardly type!

Talk to you later....

c.w.

* * *

Friday, August 4, 2000, 3:17 a.m.


Dear "A",

Hi. Well, it SORT OF happened...or, rather, it's HAPPENING.

We went to the bar (actually, it was technically a restaurant, even though they were there to drink), not knowing exactly what was going to happen. I dropped Cassie off at the door, and found a spot in the parking lot, about 50 yards from the entrance.

Then I sat there in the car and waited.

And I waited. And I waited.

My mistress kept me sitting out there waiting for two hours!!!!

Finally, I had to pee, and I got out of the car and started to go into the restaurant. Wouldn't you know it, they were leaving just as I approached the front door!!! I was startled to see them, and I stammered something about having to go to the bathroom. I even asked my wife for permission to go, right in front of William. I don't know why I did it; it wasn't planned. I just sort of blurted out, "is it okay if I go?" William had a kind of sneer on his face, and I couldn't look him in the eye. Cassie smiled arrogantly and said, "sure, you can go."

I felt so submissive in front of the two of them!!! It wasn't like that when we met in the park a few weeks ago; then, we were just talking. But, this time, there were no fronts to put up, and the dominant vibe was definitely emanating from both William and my wife.

Anyway, I went to the john, then went back outside. They were standing on the edge of the parking lot, so I apprehensively walked up to them, unsure of what to do. I asked Cassie, "uh, what do you want me to do?"

Cassie said, "I don't know. Do you have something you want to say to William?"

I stumbled over a few syllables, and William waved his hand at me. "Go back and sit in the car," he said dismissively, and I immediately bowed my head and walked back to the car. They both chuckled behind me as I walked away.

Then, Cassie and William took a walk around the restaurant (it's located in a large strip mall). I lost sight of them for about 20 minutes, then they came back and went to his sport-utility vehicle, which was parked about 30 yards from me. By now it was dark, and it was difficult to see, but I could barely make out their silhouettes. I could see that they were standing very close to each other.

After another 20 minutes or so, Cassie finally came back to the car. She was smiling like a happy little girl, and I knew SOMETHING had happened.

Once she got back in the car, she gave me the scoop: They made out while they were standing by his sport-ute. He couldn't get a room with us tonight, because he had to get home.

But, they both seem to be enjoying the slow buildup, the anticipation. He asked her out on a lunch date for tomorrow, and, of course, she accepted. So, now she's agonizing over what to wear tomorrow!

I asked her if they talked about me at all, and she said yes, a little. She said he laughed when he found out I was sitting out in the car waiting for them. She also told him that they were going to have to work on me, because I'm a wimp when it comes to physical pain. According to Cassie, he got an evil look on his face and said, "well, that's something we can take care of." So it looks like he's going to be whipping me. That scares me - and excites me.

But mostly, she said, they were simply enjoying each other's company, discussing different people they knew in college, likes, dislikes, etc. I wasn't prominent in the conversation at all, although Cassie told me she kept thinking about me, and the fact that she kept me waiting in the car so long was, she said, a huge power trip.

As for me, I simply can't describe what I was feeling while I sat out there. Sad, lonely, excited - the words just don't do it justice. It was so intense, I basically had a headache the whole time.

Adding to the mix of emotions was the fact that the restaurant is in a city where I know a lot of people. I was petrified that someone I know might see me sitting in the parking lot, then go inside and see my wife sitting at a table with another man. Cassie already had it worked out that she was going to say he was a co-worker if she ran into anyone she knew. But, if they'd seen me out there in the lot, that would've been blown. Fortunately, that didn't happen.

But a couple people gave me funny looks. They'd parked by me and noticed me sitting there reading the newspaper (pretending to read the paper!!!)....then, an hour or so later, they came back from their meals, and saw me STILL sitting there. They must've wondered what the hell I was doing.

So, while William and my wife haven't actually consummated their new relationship, the first kiss is out of the way. Cassie was horny as hell by the time she got into the car, and I was hoping she might let me worship her when we got home. But, the mood was shot when we went by the babysitter’s to pick up our son. He was being a beast, screaming and crying, and there was a big scene that totally knocked the mood out the window. I don't know what was wrong with him; basically, he was tired and was just being a brat. After we went home, we spent the next hour dealing with our son....then Cassie went to bed.

Before she went to sleep, she did let me kiss her pussy a few times, through the new black panties she bought for William last week. By the way, earlier in the week, Cassie bought yet another outfit for her meeting tonight - a short jean skirt and a light-purple blouse. Cassie told William that she bought the outfit just for him, and he smiled and said he liked it a lot.

I'm a confused ball of emotions right now. I'm horny, of course; I'm scared to DEATH, as well. This is happening, man! They're both hitting it off incredibly well. Cassie said this looks like the beginning of a long, mutually-fulfilling relationship.

Finally, he told her he might be able to get away on Saturday. Cassie told him how she wants this to come down: They'll go out and have a few drinks, while I get their room ready for them. Tonight, in anticipation of them getting a room, Cassie had packed a bag with candles, the lotion I use for my foot massages, a small whip, and some liquor.

We'll keep the bag packed!!!

Well, that's all I have to report for now. I'll keep you posted, as always.

Good night....and keep your fingers crossed for Saturday!!!

Your friend,


c.w.

Friday, August 4, 2000, 1:17 p.m.


Dear "A",

It's the same old line that's been uttered in a thousand cuckold stories, but now, it's for real:

As I sit here at my computer typing this, my wife is out on a date with her lover. She looked radiant as she left for her lunch with William. And, she's going to try to set up tomorrow. We already have a babysitter lined up.

I'm feeling like there are a thousand electrodes hooked up to my body. I'm kind of tingling all over. She's been gone since 11, and it's after 1:00. She should be home pretty soon.

I cleaned the house while she was gone, and her long brown hairs were still in the bathroom sink. The hairspray was sitting on the sink, and her robe was crumpled on the floor. She took a lot of time getting ready for William this morning. And, yes, she wore another pair of her new sexy underwear - just in case, I suppose. I know she told me she feels "naughty" when she's wearing it.

She also told me she was going to try to get a private booth, because she wanted to play with his crotch under the table with her foot! You should see her - she's become quite the horny "slut-wife." She's been grinning ear-to-ear for days!!!

This morning, before she left, she told me, "thank you for helping to make this happen." She said she's very, VERY happy with me as her slave, and she doesn't ever want me to not be her slave. That makes ME very happy as well.

She also plans to tell William over lunch how submissive I've been, and how his talking down to me last night has me totally feeling subjugated. That's got me on pins and needles whenever I think about it.

This couldn't have turned out better if we'd scripted it!!! And, more amazing, it was the FIRST ad we responded to!!!

Well, I'm going to close for now. I don't want to be sitting on the computer when she gets home - I want her to realize that I'll always be here waiting for her when she gets home from a date with William. I promised her that I would, and I want to keep that promise!


Your friend,

c.w.


* * *

Saturday, August 5, 2000, 5:58 p.m.


Dear "A",
D-DAY!!!!!!

Well, buddy....it looks like this is it!!! I've already booked the hotel room; Cassie had me go out and buy condoms and the kind of vodka he wanted. We'll leave in about an hour.

She's going to have a few drinks with him at the same restaurant they went to the other night, while I get their room ready. Cassie has a long list she wrote out, of things she wants me to do to get their room ready (candles lit, all the S&M "toys" laid out on the other bed, etc.) She even had me go out and buy a couple jazz CDs for their enjoyment.

William sent me this email last night:


<< I want you to provide me Finlandia Vodka and
Ocean Spray cranberry juice. I want the limes cut into slices.

-William- >>


I've already bought the vodka and juice, but I still have to get the limes. Also, Cassie said I have to get more condoms; I didn't have enough cash on me, so I only bought one, and she said she plans on having to use more than one condom!!!

She's so excited! It's all she's been thinking about for the last couple days! They had a long lunch date yesterday, about two hours, and they even went into a leather shop and bought some leather wrist restraints for me. They looked at a pair of thigh-high leather boots, and he said he wants to see my wife in them; he plans to get himself a pair of leather pants, to wear to the next B&D party. Cassie says if I'm good, she might let me accompany them on their kinky shopping trip, so I can carry their bags, etc.

I am so scared! What makes this even more scary is, they were already sort of friends before in college, and now they've been developing this relationship for a few days, without me. Cassie told me last night, "this is cool, because I'll have somebody on my side," meaning, him and her against me. I already feel like the outsider in their relationship, but I will do my best to remain unobtrusive tonight. I know if I do anything to make him feel uncomfortable, it'll be the last time I get to be with them when they get together.

So, I guess this is it. I feel exactly how you'd expect me to feel. I'm very embarrassed that I had to go find another man to give my wife something that I can't. And, the way Cassie has been so damned happy about all this also has me a little embarrassed. There's no question that this is what she's wanted all along; it just took her awhile to get herself comfortable with the situation. Right now, as I'm typing this, Cassie is talking to her sister on the phone. I can hear her laughing, so I'm sure she's telling her all about her date tonight. Her sister knows all about us, and she thinks this is all really cool.


See you later...

c.w.

Sunday, August 6, 2000 11:57 a.m.

THE DEED IS DONE!!!!!



Dear "A",

It is done. I speak to you now as a certified cuckold husband.

You know how it is in your fantasies? Well, it was all that, and much, much, MUCH more. Simply put, last night was the most erotic night I've ever spent in my entire life. Cassie, too!!!

Last night I spent an entire evening as a submissive sex slave to my wife and her lover. I was kept hopping, refilling drinks, changing the CDs, etc. But, most of the time, I was ignored as they discovered each other’s bodies all night long. I’m dog tired right now, but I’ve simply got to get this all down!

Last night, I watched with my face about a foot from William's ass as he fucked my wife like she’s never been fucked before. When he was finished, I got on my knees and said, “thank you, sir, for pleasing my wife in a way I never could.” His answer: “No problem. It was my pleasure.”

Then, when William woke up this morning, he fucked my wife once again.

Last night, my mistress’ lover whipped me, while my wife laid on the bed and played with herself, her eyes half-closed as she took in what must’ve been the erotic sight of her handsome, powerful lover disciplining her prostrate husband. I started whimpering after the first few blows of the crop. William says I’m too much of a wimp; he wants to whip me much harder than what I can take. I promised him I would try to toughen up.

“I’ve been with female subs who can take a hell of a lot more than that,” he said. “Grow some balls.”

Then, Cassie took a small cat o’nine tails and told me to hold up my dick. I did, and she began whipping my balls. I started whimpering, and William said, “that doesn’t hurt. Whip those balls!” Cassie started whipping my balls with more force. “Harder!” William said, and Cassie whipped my balls even harder.

At one point, while they were cuddling, Cassie looked down at me, on my knees at the foot of their bed. She smiled and told her lover, “he’s a good c.w..”

William agreed: “It’s nice to have a slave around. Everybody should have a c.w..,” he said as he caressed my wife’s white body with his dark hand.

Last night, Cassie was every woman I’ve ever written or fantasized about. So was her lover. At one point, while William was fucking my wife, he turned to me and said, “you the man, c.w..”

He said that a number of times, both to me and to Cassie. One time, she was mewing in her lover’s ear, asking him if he liked having a slave around, and William said, “oh, yes. He’s the man!”

And, then he turned to me again and said, “you the man, c.w.. You are definitely the man.” And Cassie giggled at her lover’s ridicule of me.

The fact that Cassie was finally with a man who had equal status to her seemed to bring out her cruel nature. At one point, it was cold in the room, because the air conditioning was on high, and I had wrapped myself up in their discarded comforter. While they lay on the bed embracing, Cassie looked down on me and whispered in her lover’s ear: “Look at him. He looks so pathetic down there. It must be cold on the floor, with nobody to cuddle up to. But we’ve got body heat to keep us going.”

“I’m not worrying about him right now,” William grunted, as he turned back to kiss my wife.

Man, my mind’s reeling at 1,000 rpm. How do I tell you everything that happened? It’s all just flowing out. We just got home about a half-hour ago. Cassie is feeling very tired and well-fucked, and she’s in the bedroom resting right now. On the car ride home, I asked her what was wrong, and she said, “I’ve been abused. He fucked the shit out of me. What do you think?”

Cassie even gave William a blowjob; she actually did it twice!!! I couldn’t believe my eyes - she NEVER does that for me! NEVER!!!

The first time she did it, I had asked permission to go into the bathroom for a cigarette, and they said I could. When I was finished with my smoke, I started to return, but William told me to stay in the bathroom. I heard them giggle, then they returned to their kissing, and I could hear the smacking sounds of wet kisses all the way in the bathroom. I stayed in the bathroom for about 20 minutes...then I heard Cassie say, “I never do this for him,” and William snorted. Cassie then called to me, “come here. I want you to see this.”

I left the bathroom, and there she was, giving William the most erotic blow job I’ve ever seen in my life! She did it slowly, sensuously, looking me in the eyes with the most dominant look you can imagine! It was clear she was enjoying sucking her lover’s dick. She looked like a pro; William even told her while she was doing it, “damn, girl, you should be in the movies!”

Throughout the evening, he kept calling her, “girl,” which was turning me on like crazy.

There’s just so much to tell, so let me back up and start at the beginning. We got to the hotel - a Holiday Inn - at around 9 p.m. last night. William was waiting in the parking lot. After I checked in, I told them what room we had (Room 135 - I’ll never forget it as long as I live!!! I even saved the “do not disturb” sign as a memento of my cuckoldry!!!!)

Cassie and William went to have a few drinks in the hotel bar, while I took the bags into the room and frantically started performing the tasks Mistress had assigned. She wanted all the whips, toys, etc. laid out on one of the beds, and she wanted the pillows transferred to the other bed - their bed for the evening. She also wanted the “bar” set up on the dresser, candles lit, and jazz playing in the CD player we brought. Earlier that day, I went shopping and bought two sultry CDs - Winton Marseilles and Grover Washington - for the occasion.

When we were driving to the hotel, Cassie remembered that we’d forgotten the milk for her drink, so the first order of business after the bags were in the room was to run out to a nearby store and get a half-gallon of milk. While I was at the store, they had these cute little bottles of Finlandia vodka and cranberry juice, already mixed, at the front counter. I’d went out earlier in the day and bought William a fifth of his favorite vodka, along with limes and a couple jugs of Ocean Spray cranberry juice, as he’d specified. But, I thought he might be pleased if I got him a couple bottles of the pre-mix, so I picked up two.

I got back to the room and after a few minutes, my mistress called me on the phone. “We’ll be about a half-hour,” she said.

I had everything laid out per my mistress’s instructions, so I changed into the gray shorts my mistress wanted me to wear. I figured I had a few minutes to relax, so I put on ESPN, and had a cigarette and a shot of Jack Daniels. While I was sitting there, my mistress and William suddenly came into the room. The original plan was for Cassie to call me right before they came to the room, but they surprised me by just showing up out of the blue!! I panicked - the candles weren’t lit yet, and the music wasn’t playing!! Plus, I had a cigarette burning (I’d planned to use air freshener, because Cassie and William both hate the smell of cigarette smoke!!)

They walked into the room, all smiles, and I immediately began profusely apologizing for not having everything ready. They sat on the bed and got comfy while I hurriedly lit all the candles and pushed play on the CD player. Winton was already fired up, and the music was perfect to set the mood.

I mixed their drinks and served them. Mistress’s drink was perfect, as usual, but William said his had too much vodka. “You’re killing me!” he said, as he handed me his glass. Cassie giggled.

William jumped right into the swing of things, as far as dominating me, but he was moving really slow with Cassie. He didn’t even touch her for the first half-hour or so. While I knelt on the carpet, he inspected all the whips I’d laid out on the bed, and they discussed at length what goes on at the B&D parties. Then, they sat down on the bed again and started talking about college friends and old times, while I knelt there and submissively listened to their conversation.

Eventually, William wanted his shoes off - so he stuck out his feet and ordered me to take off his shoes!!! I fumbled with the shoelaces on his black dress shoes (he was dressed all in black: A black denim shirt and black jeans). I felt so natural doing this, but my heart was pounding like crazy. “Hope my feet don’t stink too bad!” he said, causing my wife to laugh and give him a sloppy wet kiss.

Then they laid down and started making out. As they kissed, touched and felt, William kept saying, “Damn, girl, you are FINE!!!” And, Cassie would return the compliment: Over and over she kept saying, “I’ve wanted to tear your clothes off since I first met you!”

At one point, William turned to me and said, “you’re a lucky man. You have a very beautiful wife.”

And I said, “thank you, sir. I know.”

They made out for hours and hours. It must’ve been a good six-hour makeout session, with a few breaks in between, before they actually made love. They were both going slow, enjoying every single moment. After they’d made out for about an hour, Cassie changed into a black pseudo-leather outfit she’d bought for him last week. William went ga-ga!!! “Damn, girl, you’re KILLING me with that outfit!!” he said again and again.

While they were making out, Cassie told me, “kiss my friend’s feet!” So I bent my head to his foot and started submissively kissing his toes. “Sorry - I didn’t clip my toenails!” William said, but he was only joking, because his nails weren’t too long.

As the night wore on, they slowly stripped until they were both totally naked. William kept teasing her with his dick (which was about 7” soft - quite a lot bigger than mine). He’d slowly put his cock near her pussy, and she would moan like a wild woman.

Finally, after hours of foreplay, they did it - without the rubber! I don’t know why Cassie let him do that - I’d bought a pack of Trojans earlier in the day - but she did. That wasn’t the smartest thing in the world, but I guess she was caught up in the passion.

I knelt there at the foot of the bed and watched in wonder as William pounded into my wife like his life depended on it. Cassie was making sounds I’ve never heard her make before!!! While he was fucking her, she made sure to tell me, “William’s dick is hitting places you’ve never even dreamed of!!” But, mostly, she wasn’t concerned with me! The only other time she paid attention to me was when the CD had finished playing. “More music!” was her curt order, and I hopped to comply.

After a good 20 minutes, William finally pulled out and came all over her tits, moaning like an animal! They cuddled for a few minutes, then Cassie said to me, “Darling, we SO need a towel over here!” So I ran to the bathroom and handed them their towel.

After they relaxed for a few minutes, Cassie told me I could cum. I laid down on the floor and started jacking off, while they both propped up on their elbows and watched me with evil smiles on their faces. Cassie then threw their discarded towel at me and said, “here, don’t make a mess!”

But I couldn’t cum. They eventually lost interest in my pathetic efforts, and resumed their conversation while I laid there and tried to jack off. I told them that I was sorry, but I couldn’t cum, which made them both laugh.

Then, we fell asleep; she in his arms on their comfortable bed, and me on the floor, at the foot of the bed. Earlier, I’d asked if I could have a pillow; Cassie said, “I don’t know, baby - can we spare a pillow?”

Thankfully, William said I could have a pillow. There was a pillow that had got knocked onto the floor during their passion, and Cassie said, “here, he can have this one. We won’t miss it.”

So at least I had a pillow to sleep with, along with the comforter from their bed.

Then, when they woke up in the morning, William fucked her again to within an inch of her life! When he was finished, he said he had to go.

As my wife’s lover was dressing, Cassie told me to thank him, “for the most wonderful evening of my life, and for giving me something you never can.” I knelt before him, looking at his socks, and said, “thank you, sir, for pleasing my wife in a way I never could.”

“No problem,” he said. “It was my pleasure.”

Well, I’ve got to go for now. There are still a million details I’ve left out, but I’ve got a long day ahead of me. I’m dog-tired - I only got a few hours’ sleep - and my knees are aching from hours of kneeling on the coarse hotel carpet. But my soul is very satisfied.

I am now a cuckold! Can you believe it?

More later.

Your friend,

c.w.

* * *

Sunday, August 6, 2000 1:28 p.m.
"A" responds with a few questions...

Subj: Re: It is done
Date: 8/6/00 1:28:24 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: A
To: Cwcobblest

Holy cow. That is unreal. JUST as you wanted.

How do you FEEL? Will there BE a next time.

Your details are too fucking much.

Tell me her reaction today. THAT is vital.


A


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Sunday, August 6, 2000 7:37 p.m.


Subj: Re: It is done
Date: 8/6/00 7:37:29 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Cwcobblest
To: A


<<Holy cow. That is unreal. JUST as you wanted.>>

EXACTLY as I wanted!!! You could've called central casting, and you couldn't have scripted it better.

<< How do you FEEL?>>

How do I feel? TIRED!!! I hardly got a wink of sleep last night. Emotionally, I feel...fulfilled; embarrassed; naughty; and totally drained. I also feel like a total wimp. Last night, he was laughing at me. I forgot SO many details; for instance, he said to me, "Your mistress needs this. I am going to WORK that pussy. I'm going to work it hard!"

All I could do was meekly say, "yes, sir...thank you, sir," while Cassie laid back and smiled.

Well, he certainly kept his promise!!!

Another thing: During the early part of the night, I kept giggling and covering my face because I was embarrassed. Cassie and William thought it was cute; Cassie said I was acting like a little girl. I just felt so full of emotion, that's how I react in those situations. This was a lifelong fantasy come true, and I feel incredibly lucky to have gotten the chance to fulfill it.

It looks like there will be other chances, too. Last night, Cassie told him, "I like how he's calling you sir. That's what I told him to call you." He said, "I like it too. It's working." He really, REALLY enjoyed having a submissive around to serve him while he and his lady friend enjoyed themselves. So did Cassie - she was like all the heroines in my stories, I swear!!! She absolutely LOVED the scene of having a lover and a slave!!!

<<Will there BE a next time.>>

Are you kidding??!? He didn't want to leave this morning!!! You should've heard them both last night, telling each other over and over how "fine" they thought the other one was, and how great this is, and how it's a perfect fit, and how they can't believe they've gotten together after all these years since college. I patiently sat there and listened to them ogle each other, and, from my submissive position, I found it kind of cute that my superiors were so much in lust with each other.

<<Your details are too fucking much.>>

As I said, there are a whole bunch of details I've not told you. There's just too many things to relate, and it's all like one long blur. I'm having a harder time remembering now than in my earlier email, because I'd just gotten home when I wrote you earlier. Now, last night is all one long submissive blur.


<<Tell me her reaction today. THAT is vital.>>


She's happier than a pig in slop! Seriously, I've never seen my wife so happy and fulfilled!!! She has this calm air about her; the air of a satisfied, well-fucked woman! But she's very, very worn out. She's also treating me how you'd expect her to treat me: Like the wimp I am!

Talk to you later...


c.w.

Monday, August 7, 2000 9:09 a.m.


Subj: Monday morning, coming down...
Date: 8/7/00 9:09:34 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From: cwcobblest
To: A


Dear "A",

I got a hefty night's sleep last night, and I still feel beat up! Oh my God - did Saturday night really happen???

Cassie just left for work about a half-hour ago. She woke me up to iron her clothes, because I forgot to do them last night. She was a little bitchy about it, telling me that she WANTS her clothes ironed the night before work. I apologized, saying I was very tired, because I hadn't gotten any sleep. She was lenient about it; she only bitched a little bit.

Before we went to sleep last night, I was allowed to worship Cassie, and let me tell you something: I could still taste him. The taste was different; more tangy. And, my wife's pussy was looser than usual. No wonder!!!

It took her only a few minutes to have her orgasm. Luckily, I'd done her feet earlier in the night, so she went ahead and went to sleep. Before crashing, she gave me permission to cum. So, after she rolled over, I laid on the bed and watched my beautiful wife fall into a fitful sleep. Then, after only a few strokes, I came. It was my first orgasm since everything happened, and it was a big one! I kept thinking about my wife sucking her lover's dick! I can't BELIEVE she did that! It looked so fucking erotic to see the mother of my child with a big black dick in her mouth!!! And, she told me she LOVED doing it, which makes me kind of jealous, because she never did that for me. Even before the D/s aspect took over our sex lives, Cassie always told me that she didn't like giving blowjobs. I guess the real story is: She didn't like giving blowjobs to ME.

Boy, if that doesn't hit the crux of the submissive cuckold fantasy! She won't do this for me - but she does it for her lover, with mucho pleasure.

Cassie was teasing me last night, because I saved a bunch of stuff from the hotel. I saved the "Do not disturb" sign; I saved the little envelope the room key comes in; and I saved a printout of the hotel's layout. Cassie says she's going to tell William how I saved everything. She said he'll probably get a good laugh out of it.

I was telling Cassie last night: When she and her lover were together, I felt like a little child. We've talked about this aspect before. I really did feel like I'd regressed into a nine-year-old slaveboy. I guess maybe it has something to do with the Oedipus complex, he being the father figure, Cassie the mother. As a submissive, you have feelings of jealousy toward the male dom (father), because he's cuddling with your wife (mother), while you kneel on a scratchy, hard carpet. But, whatever. We all have our ways of working out these issues. Some people beat their kids; some become alcoholics. I serve.

Even if nothing ever happens again - which I sincerely doubt - I feel like I've fulfilled something deep within myself. I guess now I realize that I am bisexual, at least in the submissive realm. That's kind of strange to come out and say, but it's true. I don't know if I could serve a man alone, but I certainly had no reservations about kissing William's feet, and Cassie was hinting last night that my service to her lover might go even further in the future.

I don't know what our next move is; it's all been very intense the last few days, and I suspect all parties involved might want to take a few days off! After all, they've seen each other four days in a row (Thursday, at the restaurant, when I sat in the car; lunch date Friday; the hotel Saturday and Sunday morn.)

The last thing William said before he left Sunday morning was, "I want to do this many times again." Cassie feels the same way - and you know where I stand!! So, I'm hoping this develops into a steady relationship, where they can meet once a week or so, then I can get together with them once a month.

There's a B&D party coming up on the last Saturday night of this month, and William wants to go. So we'll probably all hook up there, then we'll get a room afterward.

Here's hoping, anyway!!!

Your friend,

c.w.
* * *


Monday, August 7, 2000 10:37 p.m.

Subj: He called...
Date: 8/7/00 10:37:17 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: cwcobblest
To: A


Dear "A",


Hi. Well, guess who called today?

You should've seen the big smile on Cassie's face when the caller ID showed it was him calling. She took the cordless phone upstairs into her bedroom, and I followed her. She berated me while she was talking to him: "Don't be coming in here - I'm on the damn phone!!" Then, William must've said something, because she laughed and said, "I know. He's pathetic!"

I must admit: I was a bad slave. I left her bedroom, but I stayed out in the hall and eavesdropped. Cassie heard me sneaking around, and she let me have it after she hung up!!!

Anyway, the next party is the 26th of August, and he's planning to go. Also, in September, he's going to try to get away for an entire weekend, so he and Cassie can go to their old college town and hang around. They're planning to let me tag along as well.

There's a gay bar there that used to be considered "hip" among the kids when they were in college. They plan on going there for kicks; Cassie said it might be fun to make me go there alone, with a sign on my back that says, "for sale." I hope to GOD she was joking!

But, otherwise, the idea sounds incredibly hot - an entire weekend as their servant!!! I hope it comes off, because that would be an adventure that might even top last Saturday!!!

William told Cassie that he had a great time Saturday. According to her, he thought I was "cute," the way I kept giggling and covering my face in embarrassment.

He also told Cassie that he had too much to drink, and that he hadn't finished sexing her yet! Cassie said to me, "hadn't finished?!!? My GOD - if he'd have done anything more, I wouldn't be able to walk!"

So, it looks like there's more in store. He said he'd call her tomorrow, so they can get together again.

Well, that's it for now. Once again, it sure was nice talking on the phone today. Hope to do it again soon.

Your friend...


c.w.

* * *


Monday, August 14, 2000 4:44 p.m.

Another chat with my pal, A, after Cassie agreed to meet with her lover for lunch Wednesday...



Cwcobblest: hey!

A: Hi.

A: What's up?

Cwcobblest: They're having lunch Wednesday.

A: Ahhh.

A: Is Cassie excited?

C: You know she is.

A: Me too.

A: This is exciting, isn't it? Are you afraid at all?

Cwcobblest: Afraid? Well...I am afraid of the very real possibility that my mistress won't let me worship her as often. In fact, I'm expecting that, and it makes me sad. But..oh, well...

A: Have you spoken to her about it?

Cwcobblest: Oh, yes. She's even warned me about it, numerous times.

Cwcobblest: "If I'm getting satisfaction from him, I won't be needing you."

Cwcobblest: "But, I'll always want you around to fetch things for me and give me foot massages."

A: What are your feelings? How will this impact your relationship long term?

Cwcobblest: As far as the slave relationship, it'll definitely relegate me even further down the food chain. Holistically, however, I think our relationship will stay about the same - she respects me a great deal as a person, and I see no reason why she wouldn't continue that.

The other day, when we were talking about William, she said it seems almost like I am her girlfriend!

A: ewwww.

A: "Girlfriend."

Cwcobblest: I hope that doesn't mean I'm going to have to "dress up." I doubt it; by "girlfriend," she's essentially telling me that I'm sexless as far as she's concerned.

A: how can you TAKE this.

A: ?

Cwcobblest: Take it????

Cwcobblest: I CREATED it!!!

Cwcobblest: I crave it!

Cwcobblest: Why? I don't know.

Cwcobblest: But I've stopped beating myself over the head about it long ago. I've come to accept who I am.

A: Well, I have to split, my friend.

A: See you later?

Cwcobblest: Sure. This is stimulating. There are still things I've gotta tell you...but it can wait..

Cwcobblest: On the rebound!


* * *

Tuesday, August 15, 2000
(a letter to the c.w. cobblestone onelist members)

Hi, all. I promised to keep you updated on the budding relationship between my wife and her new lover. Here's the latest:

They have a lunch date set up for tomorrow. Cassie is all a'twitter about what to wear. She's hoping tomorrow's special on the lunch menu will be William con carne, but she isn't sure what his schedule looks like. If he can get away for a long lunch, she's hoping for a 'nooner.'

I can't believe how much my wife has changed!!! She's become - gulp! - a...slut wife!!! I always knew she had it in her. She loves the idea of acting like such a slut for her lover, while simultaneously being a total bitch to me. (Not that I'm calling my mistress a bitch, mind you.... : ) I would NEVER do that!)

Things got a little quiet there for a few days after the smouldering events of last Saturday. William called Cassie the following Monday, just to say hi...then Cassie called him Wednesday - just to say hi. Then, they didn't talk on the phone for a few days. That bummed my mistress out, because, if it was up to her, she'd get together with him five or six times a week!

Cassie's new lover has her all worked up, and it's both refreshing and humiliating to watch. She went to the store again last week and bought some more frilly underthings for her lover's pleasure.

"I don't want to wear the same panties for him twice," she said. It's incredible - she's now wearing sexy panties and bras nearly every day. Before, she always wore plain underwear, but now everything's frilly and lacy, and black and red, with little swirly, wispy patterns.

No more gray cotton Jockeys for Mistress!!!!

Let me tell you, the cobblestone household has had an electric current running through it since last Saturday. Cassie is like a happy little grrl whenever she talks about her new lover - and she talks about him often. Although I enjoy discussing William with my mistress, there's a little twinge of submissive sadness that shoots through me every time she mentions his name.

I love it!!!!!

Cassie told me the other night that talking to me about her lover is like talking to her girlfriend. I took that comment to mean I've pretty much been rendered sexless in her mind. That's certainly no surprise; I've seen it coming for a long time.

We have long conversations about William almost every night. We talk about things he might like to try; fantasies; plans for the future. Here are a few scenerios we've discussed:

1. The next time we get together, my mistress wants me to kneel at the foot of the bed and give her lover a foot massage while she blows him. I'm sure he'll LOVE that!!!! What man wouldn't? My mistress tells me I give great foot massages - and William says my wife gives great blowjobs! So it's a win-win situation for him.

2. They're planning a three-day trip up to their college town, possibly this fall. If we can get the in-laws to babysit, there's a chance I may be able to accompany them as their servant. Cassie is taking the matter under consideration.

That would be the ultimate - three whole days of serving my mistress and her lover! I promised my mistress that I would be a good slave, and that I'd stay out of their way and try to make them both comfortable and content. She said, "we'll see." She's made it clear she doesn't want me around every time they get together. She said it might be nice to be alone with him for a few days.

So, all I can do is keep my fingers crossed, and try especially hard to keep the house clean!

3. They're planning a shopping trip to buy some kinky stuff to wear to an upcoming B&D party. He wants to get a pair of leather pants, and she wants a pair of thigh-high leather boots. Cassie says if I'm good, they'll let me tag along to carry their packages, etc. She said she'd like to find a restaurant somewhere and go inside with her lover to enjoy lunch, while I wait outside with their bags.

4. Our B/d club is having its monthly play party next Saturday. William is going to try to get away so he can make it; he said he's going to try like hell to be there.

Cassie told me I'd better brace myself, because they're both going to whip the shit out of me at the party. The parties are the only chance she has of really "letting loose." Most of the whips and paddles we own make too much noise, and we can't use them in the house where our son or the neighbors can hear. So, when we go to these parties, Cassie always lays into me hard. Next time, there'll be the added humiliation of having my wife's lover whip me in front of all the other members.

I'm not into pain at all; I'm what you would call a "service-oriented submissive." But, if my mistress enjoys inflicting pain on me, then it makes me happy as well. (Yeah, right!!! That's the politically-correct answer; the truth is, I HATE being whipped! But, the fact that I have to submit to it turns me on immensely. Ahhh, the tangled web that resides inside a submissive's mind...)

When the party's over, Cassie and William plan to get a hotel room, and he'll once again put his big dick inside my mistress' sacred pussy. I hope the experience is even half as erotic as last Saturday. I'm sure it will be.

5. On the less-erotic side, my mistress is thinking about getting back on the pill, or using foam or some other form of birth control. She doesn't want to get pregnant, and she said she doesn't want William to wear a condom, "because his cock felt so damn good inside me the first time, I'm afraid a rubber might ruin it!"


Well, boyz and girlz, that's the skinny. It's been a mind-boggling few weeks, to say the least!!!

I'll keep you'se guys posted as soon as any developing developments develop.


peace, love and dope,


c.w.


* * *


Thursday, August 17, 2000 6:05 p.m.


Subj: Lunch was great
Date: 8/17/00 6:05:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: cwcobblest
To: A


Dear "A",

Lunch went beautifully, according to Cassie. When I got home last night, she was on Cloud Nine! Cassie told me he went on and on about how much fun he had, and how he's been thinking about her a lot, and how he wants to make this thing work out. They're going to try to get together for a 'nooner' one day later next week, but they're not sure if it'll come off. And he's definitely coming to the party on the 26th.

They talked a lot about last Saturday. It turns out, William's favorite moment was a detail I'd forgotten to tell you.

When he was making love to Cassie the second time (Sunday morn), Cassie told me, "look, honey. Do you see what he's doing to me?"

William said that sent a jolt through his spine, to hear her tease me like that while he was fucking her!!!

This is the first time William has dealt with a male submissive, but he said he really likes it. He certainly seems to be taking to it like a duck to water. He told Cassie he's trying to think of some kind of task for me to perform before we all meet on the 26th, but he can't think of anything he wants me to do yet. I'm holding my breath wondering what the hell he's going to have me do!!!

He did have one idea: He said one of these days, he was going to surprise Cassie by calling her at work and telling her he'd booked a hotel room. Then, after they made love, William said he'd like to call me at work and tease me about it. I just hope he doesn't leave a message - other people can access the voice mail!!!!

Their lunch was a quiet, romantic date - they ate on the rooftop of a local pub. It was a beautiful day, and I know Cassie looked gorgeous, because I saw her earlier that day. (I also know her clothes looked nice, because I ironed them to perfection!)

There wasn't much physical contact, because they're both afraid they'll be seen. But, as Cassie was about to get out of William's truck at the conclusion of their date, she said he gave her a nice kiss. Cassie said she wasn't about to kiss him first - she wanted him to make the first move. He made it.


* * *



Monday, August 22, 2000, 7:13 a.m.
A letter from my wife's lover!!!


Subj: Lunch Wednesday
Date: 8/21/00 7:13:04 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From: William
To: Cwcobblest

Hello,
I want you to inform your mistress that if her schedule is free this wednesday afternoon I would like to have an extended lunch with her. Ask her if she can clear her schedule and take the afternoon off. I want you to be extra attentive to all of your Mistress's wishes this week do you understand! I expect an answer back soon. We have big plans for you, more than you can imagine! I'm sure we will enjoy every minute as
you continue to serve your Mistress and myself. Now run along and relay this message to your beautiful,sexy and powerful Mistress immediately!

-William-

* * *

Monday, August 22, 2000, 7:13 a.m.

Subj: Re: Lunch Wednesday
Date: 8/21/00 9:19:52 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Cwcobblest
To: William

Hello, sir...

I'm sorry I didn't get your message until about 9 tonight. I have a huge project I've been working on, and I just got home a little while ago, so this is the first opportunity I've had to respond to your email.

Mistress explained to me that she had a conversation with you earlier today. It's "that time" again, as you already know. : ( However, she did say you guys were still planning to meet each other for lunch Wednesday. I hope you both have a good time, and I promise I will take extra time to iron her clothes, so she will look nice for you.

I will certainly be attentive to all my mistress's needs this week, per your orders. This morning, I got up early and ironed her outfit for work like I do almost every day. Because of my busy schedule, I've not been able to serve my mistress like I normally do. She understands that things have been rather crazy for me at work, so she isn't angry with me.

I am happy to hear that you and Mistress plan to allow me to serve you in the future. As always, sir, I promise I will do everything in my power to make the both of you comfortable. I always strive my hardest to please, and I hope I can accomplish that to your satisfaction.

I talked with my mistress, and I told her that I'm going to try to learn how to toughen up and take more pain without wimping out. Mistress always likes to whip me hard at the parties, because she can do so without fear of making too much noise!!! And, I know you hit a lot harder than my mistress does!!! So, I'm steeling myself for what I know is coming.

I know my mistress is very much looking forward to Saturday, and so am I. Meanwhile, I will continue to serve my misress to the best of my ability, and try to make her comfortable in the week ahead.

Submissively,

c.w.

* * *

Tuesday, August 22, 2000 4:19 p.m.


Subj: Re: Lunch Wednesday
Date: 8/22/00 4:19:36 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: William
To: Cwcobblest


I've got good news and bad news! The bad news is the doctor put me on strict bed rest for the next two days!!! The good news is they gave me some really good drugs!!!! With the way my back is feeling I don't know if I will be able to enjoy myself this Saturday. I have to play it day by day I hope I'm ok by friday!!!! I'll keep in touch. I also won't be able to do lunch on Wednesday for obvious reasons. Pass this information on to your Mistress. It pleases me that you are taking extra special care of Mistress Cassie this week! I will be in touch.

-William-

Wednesday, August 23, 2000 9:35 a.m.


Subj: hope you feel better
Date: 8/23/00 9:35:44 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Cwcobblest
To: William

Hello, sir. When Cassie got home from work last night, I told her about your email. Of course, her first thought was that she hopes you're feeling better - but she was also bummed out that you couldn't make it for lunch today. Sir, I do believe she enjoys your company!

Mistress is hoping your back heals up in time for Saturday, because it sounds like it could be a very erotic time for all. If you are unable to make it...well, she's probably going to take her frustration out on me!

I hope you're feeling better. A few days of bed rest ought to do the trick - plus the drugs certainly can't hurt!!! : )

Take care,

c.w.


* * *

Thursday, August 24 9:22 p.m.
A letter to "A"


Subj: new developments
Date: 8/24/00 9:22:51 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Cwcobblest
To: A

Hey, buddy. Well, it's moving fast and furious now. Cassie and William have been talking a lot on the phone the past few days, and they've hammered out their plan for Saturday.

William is definitely planning to come to the party Saturday night. His back is feeling much better, and he's already back at work (his doctor put him on two days' bed rest).

Even better, it looks like it's going to be another all-night party. William said he wants to stay the night in the hotel again.

"Just think, I'll be able to spend the night in his arms again," Cassie said earlier tonight. She gets such a dreamy look in her eyes when she talks about her new lover!!!

Here's the itinerary she laid out for me: I have to work until 5 Saturday, so beforehand, around noon, I'm going to call and reserve a hotel room. I'll leave word with the desk clerk that my wife will be picking up the key. Cassie and William plan to meet at the hotel while I'm at work, around 2 or 3, and have a little fun. Then, when I get off work, I'll drive straight to the hotel.

I'll serve whatever needs they might have for a few hours. Then, around 9 or so, we'll all drive to the party together. Cassie told me she wants me to sit in the very back storage area of William's sport-utility vehicle. "The bags are going to sit in the back seat," she said. "You can sit in the very back. It'll help you remember who you are. Plus, it'll be a big power trip for me, and help me remember who I am."

We'll all go to the party and play (well, I'm not going to play, exactly; I'm going to get the shit whipped out of me!!!). Then, when the party's over around 1 a.m., we'll shoot back to the hotel, where they'll most likely spend the night making love while I serve them.

Then...on top of THAT, William asked Cassie to take the afternoon off work Wednesday. He's going to do the same, and they're going to get a room together.

Looks like this train is a'rolling, and I couldn't stop it now if I tried!

Well, that's the latest from cuckold central. This is a little different from the stories, because in the stories, the husband is a reluctant cuckold, whereas I sort of cultivated this. But that doesn't make it any less humiliating. I had to go out and find a man to sexually please my wife. And - hands down - she'd rather have him sexually than me, any day of the week, and twice on Sunday. You think that isn't humiliating? In this society, where men are supposed to be sex machines? You bet I get red-faced whenever I think about it.

But...the whole thing just turns me on so much! It's the Curse of the Cuckold, and I've got it bad.


Well, that's about it. Take it easy, and, as always, I hope to hear from you soon...

c.w.


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Saturday, August 26, 2000 6:16 p.m.
A letter to the c.w. cobblestone onelist...



Subj: [cwcobblestone] Wish me luck tonight!!!
Date: 8/26/00 6:16:27 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: cwcobblest
Reply-to: cwcobblestone@egroups.com
To: cwcobblestone@egroups.com


Hi, all. Well, tonight promises to be a fun-filled evening!

Cassie and I are meeting William tonight. It was a close call - he almost wasn't able to make it - but he pulled a few strings, and it's a go!

I've already reserved the hotel room, in the same hotel where we all got together a few weeks ago. He's going to meet us there in a few hours.

Then, we're going to our monthly B/d party, where they will both dominate me. I'm scared to death. This is going to be a public display of my cuckoldry, and I am really, REALLY nervous about it. Frankly, it's embarrassing. (But, that's what turns us on, right?)

After the party, we're going back to the hotel, where I will serve them for the entire evening. He'll be spending the night again. Perhaps I can run out to McDonalds in the morning, so they can have breakfast in bed!

I'm in the middle of getting everything ready, so I don't have time to elaborate. I've posted a file to the "Reality Check" folder on the main page. It's a file made up of mostly emails and posts I've sent to various groups and friends over the past months. I sent an earlier version of it out to the group; this one is an update. It's worth checking out, because a lot has happened since I last updated the group.

I'll be sure to inform you what transpires tonight. Wish me luck!!!

c.w.


* * *

Sunday, August 27, 2000 12:59 p.m.
(another letter to the onelist, reporting the previous evening's festivities...)


Well, here it is, another morning after. I've got carpet burns on my knees. My nipples are killing me. My ass is still warm. Every joint in my body aches.

Just another night in submissive paradise!

I can assure you, my wife is aching as well. She had seven - SEVEN - orgasms last night. William came three times himself. He fucked her harder than I've ever seen a man fuck a woman. Porno actors don't do it that good! They even let me play with myself, and I had an orgasm.

Needless to say, a good time was had by all.

Cassie and I left for the hotel at around 7:30 last night. William wasn't going to meet us there until after 9:00, but we wanted to get to the room and relax for awhile before he showed up. We got to the hotel around 8:00, and I set everything up. Cassie had me bring along our VCR, because she and William wanted to watch some interracial movies.

After I unpacked everything and hooked up the VCR to the TV, I was allowed to relax for awhile. Cassie and I laid back on the two queen-sized beds and watched television. But we really couldn't concentrate on the TV. The anticipation was boiling like an impatient teapot.

Finally, at around 9:20, the phone rang. Cassie broke out into a big grin.

She answered it; it was William. He was in the lobby. She told him the room number (117), and she jumped out of bed and began primping in the mirror, making sure she looked perfect. Believe me, she did.

When the knock came, Cassie literally skipped to the door, wearing a huge smile. I was sitting on the bed, and I couldn't see the door, but I heard the door open and close - then I heard the wet sound of a kiss. William then walked into the room carrying a big bag, and I wondered what in the hell he was packing in there!

He nodded at me; I said, "hello, sir." Cassie came up behind him and kissed the back of his neck.

He said, "I left more stuff out in the car, and it's pouring rain outside." I offered to go outside in the rain and get the rest of his gear, but he declined, and headed back out.

He was back in a flash, carrying another bag. He opened both bags and began unpacking, while he talked to Cassie about various things. I sat submissively on the floor nearby.

They ignored me while William took his stuff out of the bags. He'd bought a pair of leather chaps especially for the party, and a small cat. After going through his stuff, Cassie and William started making out for a minute. Then Cassie broke the kiss and turned to me.

"Look, honey, my friend William is here again," she said, beaming like a little girl.

"He-llooo," William said to me. I looked up from my vantage point on the floor at my two masters. They were smiling down at me.

"Hello, sir," I said, barely able to find my voice.

"He's so shy," William said to my wife. "He's cute."

"Isn't he?" Cassie retorted. I couldn't look up from the carpet.

William reached in his bag again and produced a pair of black leather boots, along with a small bag. "Here, I've got a task for you," he said, setting the boots down on the carpet in front of me.

I opened the small bag and found a cannister of black shoe polish, along with a buffing brush and a couple rags. I immediately got the message and started shining his boots.

While I was busy putting a shine on William's boots, he and Cassie took a seat on the bed. They kissed a little; talked a little; then kissed some more.

About 10 minutes later, I presented the pair of boots to my wife's lover. Cassie told William, "now inspect them real good, and make sure he didn't miss any spots."

William studied the boots for a minute, then handed one of them back to me. "Right there," he said, pointing to a spot near the laces. "Get that a little better."

The spot he'd pointed to seemed fine, but I think he just wanted to assert his authority. Of course, I simply apologized, took the boot from him, and started vigorously buffing the area he'd indicated.

After I finished, it was time to go to the party. I sat in the back seat of his sport-utility vehicle, while Cassie sat up front. My wife was wearing a short denim skirt, and throughout the 20-minute ride, William kept playing with her thighs. Cassie later told me he'd reached under her skirt and played with her pussy, but I hadn't seen that.

We got to the party around 10:15. It was a light turnout, probably because of the rain, but there were a few hot scenes going on when we got there. A woman was dominating another woman in a loft upstairs, while downstairs, two masters were playing with their slavegirls.

Cassie introduced William to a few friends, and they stood near the bar talking for about a half hour, ignoring me. Being left out of the conversation for so long really made me feel submissive. I stood there, watching William put his hand on the small of my wife's back while they talked. His hand roamed freely over her ass, and even under the hem of her skirt.

It was obvious to everyone what was going on. Cassie and I have been going to these parties for more than 10 years, and everybody knows we're married. So, when this handsome black guy shows up and starts rubbing my wife's ass, I'm sure they figured out right away that we were a "cuckold threesome."

Finally, my mistress told me to go upstairs and reserve one of the playrooms (she wanted the big room at the front of the loft, because there are lots of neat toys there, including a doctor's exam table, and an X-frame). Since there were so few people there, the room my mistress wanted was unoccupied, so I sat on one of the chairs and waited for them.

I sat alone in the loft for a good 15 minutes. I must admit: I was a bad slave. I was touching myself without permission while I waited. I knew it was wrong - but I couldn't help it!

Finally, I heard their footsteps coming up the stairs. They appeared arm-in-arm, and sauntered over to me.

"Hello," Cassie said in that sing-song voice of hers. "Poor little thing, you've been sitting up here alone for all this time!"

William chuckled. "Yeah, poor little thing."

Cassie told me to get her bag and go into the changing room to help her get dressed. She then put on her favorite fetish outfit, a leather one-piece suit that has chains going across her cleavage area, leading up to a thin collar. She also donned a pair of thigh-high black stockings, and black high heels. As usual, she looked absolutely stunning!

She put on her black vinyl jacket over her ensemble, zipped it all the way up, and told me to follow her.

William was sitting in the play room, waiting for us, and his eyes lit up when he saw my mistress. "Damn, girl, you've definitely got it working!" he said as he stood up and embraced my beautiful wife.

She opened her arms and said, "unzip my jacket. You've been a good boy, so open up your present."

William slowly unzipped her jacket, unwrapping his "present" for the evening. When he saw the leather outfit she had on under the jacket, he flipped. "Damn - I have been a good boy, haven't I?" he said.

They made out some more, then Cassie told me to strip naked and go to the X-Frame. This particular frame is a sit-down version; you sit on two wooden beams, and your arms go up behind you to be attached to the wooden beams. Cassie told me she was going to leave my arms free - but she said if I acted like too much of a wimp, she'd fasten my arms.

Then, the torture started. Mistress put nipple clamps on me, then began attaching clothes pins all over my legs. William watched for a minute, then he joined in, attaching clothes pins to my other leg and my balls.

Then, they both began whipping the pins off me. This hurts like hell, especially when the pin gets hit by the whip, but doesn't fall all the way off! But I was trying my hardest not to cry out too much, because both William and Cassie want me to "toughen up," so I bit my lip and took it.

Although I didn't scream too much, my face was contorted into a mask of fear and pain. Cassie and William thought this was hilarious, and they teased me again and again about the expression on my face.

"Look at him - he's so dramatic," Cassie said. "He's such an actor!"

"Yeah, he's faking," William said. "That doesn't hurt!"

They finished whipping all the clips off me. Then, William started attaching weights to the chain on my nipple clamps. When he was done, Cassie lifted the weights and let them drop several times. Twice, the nipple clamps yanked off my nipples, causing me to scream. Cassie simply replaced the clamps and started again.

Finally, Cassie tired of this game and she told me to get on the floor, on my hands and knees. My heart was pounding - I knew I was about to get my ass whipped!!!

They both started whipping me, going slow at first, then picking up the pace. Pretty soon, they had me jumping around like a fish on a hook. That's where I got the carpet burns, I think - once, when they both hit me at the same time, I howled and collapsed onto the floor. In doing so, I dragged my knees hard against the rough carpet. They did this several times, hitting me on each cheek of my ass at the same time with a hard leather paddle, and each time, I collapsed.

As I've said, I am absolutely not into pain. I'm into being submissive. But I was trying my best not to scream too much, because I so badly want to please my mistress.

At one point, Cassie told me I was being a good slave, because I was taking my punishment in silence. I was too petrified to answer, which earned me a hard slap across the face. She really slapped the shit out of me, causing my head to snap hard sideways. Through the bells, I heard William chuckle.

Cassie grabbed my hair and forced me to look at her.

"I give you a compliment, and you say nothing?" she said.

William chimed in: "You'd better thank your mistress when she gives you a compliment!"

"Thank you mistress," I said.

After they'd whipped me to their satisfaction (which was about 45 minutes), we all went downstairs and chatted some more with our friends. I felt totally humiliated, because everyone knew I had just submitted to my wife and her lover. I think they were kind of getting off on the idea a little themselves!

Then, around 1 a.m., we said good-bye and headed back to the hotel.

I again rode in the back seat, while they chatted up front. When we got to the hotel, William dropped us off at the front door. I got the bags out of the back, then Cassie and I waited outside the hotel while he parked his truck.

While we were waiting on the curb, Cassie leaned in close to me and said, "I can't wait to feel that big dick inside me again!"

It didn't take long. They were both worked up from the party, and we were only back in the room for a few minutes before they started making out heavily. When they came up for breath, Cassie went into the bathroom and changed into a blue negligie.

Cassie then told me to put one of my Jan B. movies into the VCR. I begged her not to make me take those movies, becuase they're embarrassing. They show a wimpy white husband serving his wife and her black lovers, and I really didn't want William to see them. But, as always, Cassie's wishes were obeyed.

William cracked up at the movie - especially one part, where Al, the wimp hubby, puts on an apron. He thought that was a riot.

I begged them to let me put another movie in, and my mistress finally said okay. I put in a conventional interracial movie, and they settled back on the bed to stroke each other and watch.

The petting got heavier and heavier, and soon it metamorphasized into making love. (At least this time my mistress used her head and asked him to put on a condom. Luckily, he had no problem with it, because, if he had, I'm sure my mistress would've let him fuck her anyway!)

William soon had my wife's legs in the air, burying his big dick to the hilt in her pussy. And, that's pretty much how the rest of the night went: He fucked her, they took a break, they started petting again, then he'd fuck her again. I swear, I've never seen a man fuck a woman so violently in my entire life!

And, her screams! Oh, her screams! Believe me when I tell you: There's nothing in the world that'll make you feel more submissive than to hear your wife moaning and begging her lover to fuck her!

During one of the breaks, I asked my mistress if she would like a foot massage. She said yes, so I worked on my wife's feet while she and her lover relaxed on the bed. I half-expected Cassie to tell me to do William's feet, too, but she didn't. She was too wrapped up in her exhausted, sexual haze to think about anything other than her lover. I don't even think she noticed me down there massaging her feet!

During another break, Cassie told me to lick her pussy. Even though William had been using condoms all night, it was still humiliating to be licking where another man's dick had been only minutes earlier.

While I was licking her pussy, William started sucking her tits. Cassie was in heaven! I think that episode was orgasm number three.

I swear to God, she had seven orgasms last night! The previous record was five. That was about 9 years ago, when she was feeling particularly horny one night, and she kept my head under the covers for hours.

But this was totally different. She works so hard to please her lover! She gave him another long, slow blowjob last night, and it made me quiver inside to see how sensual and erotic my wife really is. It also made me feel very humiliated that it took another man to bring that side of her to the forefront.

With me, she's always so cold...so curt. "Lick my pussy." "Lick my ass." "Go get me another drink."

With William, however, she gives in. Even when he was licking her pussy (orgasm number two, I believe), she was acting like...well, like a woman having her pussy eaten. When I do it, she hardly reacts at all, unless I'm doing something that displeases her, in which case she slaps the shit out of me.

It's such a turn-on to see my wife of nearly 12 years turn into a WOMAN at the touch of her powerful lover. All this time, to me, she's been a MISTRESS. Beautiful, to be sure. But so unattainable. Now I can see her softer, feminine side...and I like it.

They didn't pay as much attention to me as they did the first time. There wasn't as much teasing last night -they were there to fuck, not tease the slave. They did keep me on my toes by occasionally ordering me to get them another drink, to change the movie, to change the cds, etc. But, mostly, they were into each other.

As the night wore on, I began to feel more and more like a third wheel. I was invisible as I sat at the foot of the bed while they petted, kissed, stroked, and mewed in each others' ear. They hardly acknowledged my presence at all.

There were moments, however. Once, William was taking my wife's stocking off her, and she asked him, "do you like these?"

"Oh, yes!" he said.

When William got the stocking off, she took it from him and handed it to me.

"Here, you can go play with that," she giggled. "Aren't I nice? Thank me."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

Then, William took her other stocking off and threw it at me. I caught eye-contact with him when he did that, and he had the most dominant look imaginable in his eyes. I cowered, took my mistress's precious stockings in my hands, and scooted to the foot of the bed.

But most of the night, I was just an afterthought. I'm sure it'll be like that from now on. The newness of having a slave at their disposal will wear off, and they'll just casually order me around, without conciously trying to tease me. That is, if I'm allowed to be present at all.

Oh, well. At least, I was able to cum last night. The first time we all got together, Cassie told me I could cum, but I couldn't, because I was too embarrassed. But, last night, they weren't paying attention to me anyway, so I was able to bring myself off with my hand while they fucked.

And, Cassie allowed me to sleep on the other bed last night. The first time, she had me sleep on the floor. But she was so well-fucked last night, I guess she was in a good mood.

Well, that's pretty much the story of last night's adventure. Sorry I've been so long-winded - you'll please forgive me for being a little excited. This has been my fantasy for so many years, and now it's real.

The reality of all this hit home hard this morning. William had gotten up at around 7 a.m. and took off. Cassie gave him a big parting hug and kiss, and we went back to sleep.

Anyway, we finally stirred around 9. When I woke up, there was a sperm-filled condom sitting on the chair by the bed. Three empty condom wrappers were sitting there as well.

For some reason, seeing the condom and the three wrappers sitting there made the reality of all this really sink in.

More reality: They have a date for either Tuesday or Wednesday. Cassie is going to take the day off work, and they're going to spend the afternoon in a hotel. I wish I could be there to serve them, but they want to be alone this time.

I'll have the house spotless by the time she gets home!


With peace in my submissive breast,

c.w.


p.s. (Told you I was long-winded!!)

One thing that I find interesting about the reality of all this is: William is a PERSON. In the stories, the bull lover is always this mindless fuck machine, who only fucks the wife and gives humiliating orders to the wimp hubby. But life isn't all fantasy. William has turned out to be a really nice, interesting guy. When he, Cassie and I are together, we aren't always in "Master/Mistress/slave" mode. We've had some interesting conversations about various topics, such as music, computers, mindless laws against S&M, etc. But...the underlying theme is always there. I almost always feel submissive when we're all together, no matter what we're talking about. We can be discussing anything, but when one of my masters says "go get me another drink," I hop to it.

Anyway, I'll shut up now!

Monday, August 28, 2000 9:17 a.m.
A letter to "A"


Subj: Hi
Date: 8/28/00 9:17:29 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Cwcobblest
To: A

Hey, buddy. Just thought I'd drop you a line, since you're my official "sounding post." I've been kind of using you as an outlet to write most of my daily entries about developments between my wife, William and me. You've said in the past that you don't mind my doing so, and I hope I'm not innudating you with these emails.

Yesterday was a hazy day, and I forgot to include a few details. The main one is: Cassie made me wear her panties on my head while they fucked Saturday night! I don't know HOW in the hell I forgot to tell you about that! She told William to help her take her panties off, then she put them over my head. They both cracked up; William called them my "goggles," because of the way the leg-holes were open around my eyes.

Cassie read the post I sent out to the group, and she wanted to make a few editorial changes. Just minor stuff - little details I either omitted or screwed up - but she wants it to be factually right, for prosperity's sake. She usually doesn't take much of an interest in what I write, but she enjoys reading my accounts of our get-togethers with William.

By the way, he called her last night, and they chatted for awhile. He told Cassie once again that he had a great time Saturday, and they're hammering out the details about their rendezvous later this week.

Also: Yesterday, Cassie went to a baby shower, and she told her friend Laura about Saturday night. Laura was reportedly jealous that Cassie had seven orgasms! Cassie also called her sister and told her. Her sister knows all about our mistress/slave relationship, and Cassie made sure to call her after the first time she and William got together.

Well, I'll close for now. Just wanted to let you know what was up. I hope I'm not getting on your nerves with these emails...it's just nice to have a friend to "talk" to.


c.w.


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Tuesday, August 29, 2000 11:55 p.m.

A: Hey guy.

A: Tomorrow is the day?

Cwcobblest: Perhaps...

Cwcobblest: As always, there are complications.

A: Ahhh.

A: Of course. And Cassie is frustrated about it?

Cwcobblest: No, not really. She takes it in stride.

Cwcobblest: one sec please

A: sure

Cwcobblest: sorry..had to put the dogs outside!

Cwcobblest: Of course, my spoiled mistress couldn't do it herself!!!!

A: Why should she?

Cwcobblest: I know...she's getting so...DOMINANT! In a sexy, catlike way.

Cwcobblest: She has a lazy aura about her...well-fucked might describe it best.

A: How will this last long term?

Cwcobblest: Well, it continues to be exciting for both of them. You know what's funny? Guys like me and you worry about the long-term effects of this, but Cassie and William seem to just be having a good time, without worrying about the future. I guess it's what Sacher-Masoch called the "ancient, decadent way."

Cwcobblest: They're just enjoying their carnal pleasures; such worrying is left to dregs like us.

Cwcobblest: : )

Cwcobblest: That's my five minutes on the soapbox...: )

A: Well, you

A: deserve more than 5 min.

A: You have changed things there.

A: I NEVER would have thought it would be this early.

Cwcobblest: Me neither. And, it continues to amaze me that William was the first ad we responded to; the first guy we met. It's mind-boggling!

A: There will be others.

Cwcobblest: I'm sure, if this doesn't work out, or if it peters out, she won't deny herself this pleasure in the future. But, for now, it's so perfect with William...well, I don't think she wants to look elsewhere.

Cwcobblest: He really is a nice, intelligent guy.

Cwcobblest: I told Cassie I had an idea:

A: go on.

Cwcobblest: My birthday is coming up in about a month. I told her I would give them a birthday present from me, instead of taking a present.

Cwcobblest: A nice suite...set the room up like a Sultan's lair...champagne, the whole works.

A: JEez.

A: She will NOT turn that down.

Cwcobblest: (Of course, that MIGHT be construed as being a present to myself as well ; )

A: She will accept it.

Cwcobblest: She thinks it's exciting...but she said that might conflict with their old college's homecoming this fall, and she wants to go to that with him for an extended weekend. I'll get to come, too, she said.

Cwcobblest: Cassie said she'd love for them to visit their old college town together; plus, they can show their affection freely, since it's in a city about 2 hours away.

Cwcobblest: Can you imagine? An entire weekend as their servant?

A: Homecomgin?

A: Jeez.

A: With WM?

Cwcobblest: Yes

Cwcobblest: They talk a lot about college, and old friends, bars they used to hang out in, etc.

Cwcobblest: I think they're good for each other at this point in both of their lives.

A: You are one charitable guy/

Cwcobblest: Cassie, like most American women innudated with images of Barbie dolls, doesn't realize how beautiful she is sometimes...William reminds her of that; he reminds me of that, too!

A: Boy, would I be careful.

Cwcobblest: She loves me for the things I provide her. Those things can't be replaced. I think that'll be enough for her to always have me in the picture...although I am well aware that my role may change drastically. It really already has started.

A: Seems so.

Cwcobblest: I worked my ass off today; I did a ton of yard work, then I cleaned the house top to bottom. Earlier, Cassie had told me that she "wanted me" tonight, but just awhile ago, she again blew me off. There's a slim chance she might call me, but I doubt it.

A: And she has no problem sexually frustrating you.

Cwcobblest: No, not at all. And she's doing it more and more. During the evening, she'll call for me to fetch things for her, but then, when she'd usually allow me to worship her, now she just says, "I'm tired."

Cwcobblest: And gets this condescending little smile on her face, and says, "You're the best!"

A: She has no use for you sexually at all.

Cwcobblest: I know. There's something she said last night that really hit home:

Cwcobblest: Remember I told you that, at one point Saturday, I was licking her while William sucked her tits?

A: yep.

A: go on.

Cwcobblest: Well, last night she was reliving the experience...she said at first she didn't realize what was happening. "Then, it hit me what you two were doing. That was the closest I've ever been of having two men in my bed at the same time."

A: lol

Cwcobblest: That statement wasn't said as a sexual tease, or anything like that...it was just stated as fact. Can you see the devastating ramifications of what she said?

Cwcobblest: "The CLOSEST I've come to having two men in the bed."

A: What ramifications?

Cwcobblest: She REALLY doesn't see me as much of a man...at least sexually. There WERE two men in her bed that night.

Cwcobblest: ...but she didn't see it that way.

A: ahh.

Cwcobblest: And, like I said, it wasn't said as some kind of tease or anything...she just said it. She didn't notice how it hit me.

A: IT should have hit her then.

Cwcobblest: Nope. She just kept on talking about William!

A: Let me ask you: COULD you fuck a woman if you had to?

Cwcobblest: I used to be able to do it...I imagine I could still be a "good lover" if I tried - but my thoughts would be on some kind of femdom/humiliation experience. I'd be faking it, for sure.

A: Eventually, it just atropies. The urge, I mean.

Cwcobblest: Sometimes, when I see Cassie kicked back on her bed, with a cocky look on her face, I wish I could pin her arms down and fuck the shit out of her. But then, I realize the futility of that fantasy, and it makes me excited in a different, more powerful way...

Cwcobblest: And, the times when she does let me fuck her, I know she's thinking about something else...so I always end up getting soft

A: That is now going to be over, you konw. PRobably.

Cwcobblest: We talked about what you said the other day: William has fucked my wife five times (3 times Saturday, twice a few weeks ago), which is more than I've done in a year.

Cwcobblest: She thought that was funny.

Thursday, August 31, 2000 1:27 a.m.
(after Cassie and William met alone in a hotel room...)


A: Talk to me . . .

Cwcobblest: They had a wonderful time tonight

Cwcobblest: So I'm told.

Cwcobblest: I think I feel as "cuckolded" as I've ever felt throughout this whole thing.

A: Is she home?

Cwcobblest: Yes, she's home...she got home at around 9

A: Early.

Cwcobblest: Well, he had to get home.

A: What did she tell you about the evening?

Cwcobblest: let's see...

Cwcobblest: He came once; she came twice.

Cwcobblest: He fucked her doggy-style

Cwcobblest: ...but his dick was too big to do it that way...when he shoved it all the way in, it hurt.

A: Did she hate that?

Cwcobblest: No...she said it felt good, but just when he went too deep it kind of hurt.

Cwcobblest: She gave him two blowjobs.

A: Not to completion?

Cwcobblest: No...but two seperate times - she said the first time was before he even got her panties off.

Cwcobblest: They talked a lot...

A: go on.

Cwcobblest: About them; me; us...

Cwcobblest: The future

A: The future?

Cwcobblest: The future of this relationship.

Cwcobblest: Where they see it going, etc.

A: An observation?

Cwcobblest: Yes

A: IF her relationship with him is moving THIS fast,

A: and the sex is SOOOOO good,

A: and they talk honestly and all,

A: do you feel that you will suffer in comparison?

Cwcobblest: Sexually? Absolutely.

A: What else did they discuss?

Cwcobblest: She told him about us...how she loves me very much as a friend, but how sexually, she only sees me as a servant.

Cwcobblest: And, she also told him how I only get to fuck her once in a blue moon...

Cwcobblest: Which, she said, caused him to say over and over:

Cwcobblest: "You NEED this! You don't just want it - you NEED it!!"

Cwcobblest: "Poor thing. You've been denied for so long."

Cwcobblest: That kind of stuff.

Cwcobblest: Let's see...

Cwcobblest: (There's a lot)

A: listening.

Cwcobblest: She asked him point-blank if having a male slave was something that made him uncomfortable at all.

Cwcobblest: He said no...he enjoys it...although it is a little different, and may take some time totally getting used to...but he likes it a whole lot so far.

Cwcobblest: He said to her: "It's kind of hard to explain...I don't want him to be afraid of me...but I kind of want him to fear me."

A: And HER? How does she like handing you over to him?

Cwcobblest: I don't think she would ever TOTALLY give me over to him, simply because she likes the power of "holding title" to me, so to speak. But she does like him being a partner in their domination of me.

A: He wants you to obey him.

Cwcobblest: Yes!

A: And for you to serve them BOTH.

Cwcobblest: That's what he said. Cassie asked him what he expects of me. He said he couldn't think of anything specific, but that he expects me to remain submissive.

Cwcobblest: And, when Cassie asked him if he'd like a foot massage from me, he said, "Oh, I'm gonna get me one of those!"

A: What gets me is that she doesn't seem to only be into the sex aspect with him, but in you submitting to him and that whole aspect as well.

Cwcobblest: Oh, yes. I knew she was going to enjoy that part, if she ever actually did it.

Cwcobblest: She asked me tonight: Are you sure you're okay with all this?

Cwcobblest: I said: I just want you to be happy.

A: Is SHE okay with it?

Cwcobblest: Oh, God, yes!

A: Of course. It is intoxicating, the power you are putting in her hands.

Cwcobblest: I know! And, she's EATING IT UP!!!

Cwcobblest: You should see the look in her eyes...it's scary.

A: How so?

Cwcobblest: Tonight, I asked her if she wanted me to worship her. She denied me last night, after I spent all day doing lawn work and cleaning...and she totally blew me off again tonight. When I whimpered, she demanded to know what was wrong...

A: ,-- listens.

Cwcobblest: I said, "well, Mistress, last night you told me you didn't want me to worship you, after all the work I did. I'm trying so hard to please you...but it seems you don't want me any more."

Cwcobblest: She said:

Cwcobblest: "First of all, don't come telling me about how hard you work. That's EXPECTED of you. You're not getting any brownie points for that. It's just something that's expected. Secondly, you're being selfish by asking tonight. I just got the shit fucked out of me, and I'm sore."

Cwcobblest: Exact words.

Cwcobblest: She had me give her a foot massage while she fell asleep.

Cwcobblest: And that was that. She told me we could spend time together tomorrow night, though.

A: Jeez.

A: You know, you read about this,

A: and you don't believe it.

A: I know it is true,

Cwcobblest: She even told me I could cum, but I think I'm going to wait so I can serve her better tomorrow

A: I would have asked her "Do you WANT me to cum? Or hold off?"

Cwcobblest: When I do that, she usually says she doesn't care.

A: Jeez.

Cwcobblest: She would say I was trying to get brownie points by asking her that.

Cwcobblest: It's like when I clean the house, and she doesn't mention my work...

Cwcobblest: Later that night, I'll say, "Mistress, I cleaned the house real good for you." And she'll get annoyed. "I know! You think I can't see it? You're just trying to get praise."

A: ANd she truly doesn't care, does she? What if you DIDN'T do the housework? Etc.?

A: What is your give-back here?

Cwcobblest: What is my give-back? What's that mean?

A: Well, what if you stopped cleaning and serving?

Cwcobblest: Wow...well, I'm sure THAT would probably become grounds for divorce! : )

Cwcobblest: That's an impossible question to answer. It's like saying, what if you stopped combing your hair.

A: I mean seriously? You are not having "sex,"

A: what are you getting out of this, except the reality of

A: becoming CuckoldMan?

A: Don't mean to needle. You know that isn't my intention.

Cwcobblest: No. Not at all.

A: Just want to know

A: if SHE

A: what she thinks and feels. SHe is willing

A: to

A: allow your relationship to become one of NO sex for you,

Cwcobblest: (very likely)

A: FREE outside sex for her with no consequenes,

Cwcobblest: yes...

A: and the only give back for you

A: is to SERVE her.

A: IS That enough for you?

Cwcobblest: That's pretty much what it's come to.

Cwcobblest: Oh, yes.

A: Can your relationship sustain?

Cwcobblest: Yes. There are many times where we'll share a giggle together about all this.

Cwcobblest: I am her best friend. I am her servant. I am her son's father.

Cwcobblest: Sexually, she doesn't have much use for me, though


A: She needs an alpha male. I sense she does, and it AIN'T you. The question is, how DEEPLY does she need an Alpha?

A: How BIG a role does he need to play in her life?

A: For her to be fulfilled?

Cwcobblest: That's a great question.

A: Thoughts?

Cwcobblest: She'd probably like to get together with him 2-3 times a week.


A: I don't simply mean

A: to get fucked.

A: I mean an Alpha presence


A: extends to MANY things.

A: Even more.

Cwcobblest: Right! She'd probably love nothing more than to have two fuck dates, and one dinner date every week.

Cwcobblest: She loves talking to him. And he loves talking to her.

Cwcobblest: They're a great couple.

Cwcobblest: One thing I'm happy about:

A: go on.

Cwcobblest: William enjoys having me serve them. That's something that kind of had me worried. If he felt uncomfortable having me there, I'd have been kicked out on my ass, and every date would be like tonight - with me not there. Cassie would have NO PROBLEM doing that.

Cwcobblest: ...if he wanted it, that is. She really enjoys having me there to serve them.

Cwcobblest: And, thankfully, so does he.

A: But she also would have no problem seeing him alone if that is what he wanted?

Cwcobblest: No, not at all.

Cwcobblest: If he insisted, she'd just relagate me to hearing about their trysts.

A: Wow.

Cwcobblest: But, she does stick up for me with him. For instance, she said once, at the party Saturday, after they'd both really hit me hard, that he was about to whip me again, and she kind of held her hand in front of him, to tell him to go easy.

Cwcobblest: Although he really wants me to toughen up. I'm trying.

Cwcobblest: I just don't do pain too well.

Cwcobblest: But, what's really exciting:

Cwcobblest: He wants me to be submissive. Now, that I can do!!!

Cwcobblest: Attitude-wise, I mean. He said he wants me to fear him!!!!!!!!

Cwcobblest: !

Cwcobblest: One other thing:

A: You love that. And Cassie loves it too.

A: Go on.

Cwcobblest: Cassie said next time, she's going to ask him if he'd be comfortable having me lick her ass while he fucks her!

Cwcobblest: She said logistically, she'd have to figure out a way to do it. The only way I can figure is with her on top.

A: Yep.

A: Only way I can see,

A: most comfortable.

A: Are you okay?

Cwcobblest: Am I okay?

A: Yes.

A: This is pretty fucking intense.

Cwcobblest: I'm feeling a little sad, because my mistress blew me off again tonight...and I feel like I'm really becoming a "second-class citizen," and it's kind of hitting home...so I am slightly sad tonight. But I'm okay.

Cwcobblest: I've been trying so hard to please her...and she hardly notices.

Cwcobblest: she might say, "you're the best," or something like that, once in awhile. But...

A: Well, the fact is, you need to get used to it.

Cwcobblest: I know.

A: It will probably deepen, and escalate.

A: And I am asking if you are prepared for it?

A: YOU have defined yourself

A: as her cuckold.

Cwcobblest: As I've said before, people like me need the sadness.

A: Well night, pal.

A: Keep me posted. You are my Hero.

A: More balls than I have.

A: I admire that.

Cwcobblest: Hero? "Cuckold Man"

A: Cum stained cape.

Cwcobblest: That might make an amusing story..."cuckold man"

Cwcobblest: Yeah!

A: Night.

Cwcobblest: Good night!


* * *


Thursday, August 31, 2000 7:01 p.m.
A letter to my wife's lover...


Subj: Sorry...
Date: 8/31/00 7:01:43 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Cwcobblest
To: William

Hello, sir. Cassie told me you were wondering why I didn't write to properly thank you after last Saturday's adventure. I'm terribly sorry...I didn't mean any disrespect at all. The only reason I didn't write was, I didn't want to bug you. I thought you might get annoyed if I wrote you every single time we all got together.

Of course, I was very - VERY - happy to be allowed to serve you and my mistress on Saturday, and I hope you both will allow me to serve you in the future. I promise I will work as hard as I can to make you both comfortable.

Cassie said you two had a good time at the hotel yesterday. I'm glad you liked the stockings my mistress bought for you! I wish I could've been there, but she said there are going to be times when you two want to be alone. Although I certainly wish I could be present all the time, I realize you guys don't want me hanging around every time. So, I'll take what I can get, and be happy with it.

Cassie also told me that you discussed our relationship in detail yesterday. Specifically, she told you that I don't get to fuck her very often, maybe 4 or 5 times a year, sometimes less than that. Sir, I hope you don't think I'm weird or anything...it's just that I'm a true submissive. It's something I can't help. Most men get aggressive when they get horny, and they want to fuck a woman hard, like you do. For some reason, when I'm aroused, I get very submissive, and I want to serve.

Sir, by the way, did you know that you've made love to my wife more times in the past few days than I have in an entire year? It's true.

My mistress is very, VERY happy these days! You've opened up a whole new part of her. I am very happy this seems to be working out for everyone.

I would like to thank you again, sir, for making my mistress happy. If there's anything I can ever do for you, sir, please let me know.

Sincerely,

c.w.


p.s. I am working on being able to take more pain without whimpering. I'm sorry that I can't take much pain now, but I promise I will try my best to take it from now on, because I know it would please you both.

Thanks CW. I'm still only halfway through this but I'm sure already this is probably already a classic. Missed it the first time as I'm sure a lot here did. A rare treat.

Thanks, peak. I wasn't sure if this diary has been "out there" on the internet or not. I think I only posted it to my Yahoo groups, although it's hard to tell, since I've posted so many different things over the years.

Other than the names being changed, and a few details obscured to protect our identity, every word is true. I am so glad I chronicled what was happening during that time; even now when I read it, I have a hard time believing that I actually lived this stuff. If you haven't seen this diary before, then the best parts are yet to come.

I did save some mementos from our adventures: I still have a pair of nylons Cassie gave me after spending the evening with her lover; and another pair he ripped the crotch out of. (In fact, after writing this I fetched the nylons from their hiding place beneath my desk. There's no scent left on them, but touching them to my face still makes me crazy!) I also have the "do not disturb" sign from the hotel where I first was cuckolded; along with a few other odds and ends which remind me of the incredible journey my beloved wife/mistress and I took.

It's hard to believe nearly 10 years have passed since we first jumped into the cuckold lifestyle, and while it's been a good six years since she last took a lover, something like that forever affects the dynamic of a marriage. Once a woman sees her husband in the light of a submissive cuck, I don't think she'll ever view him the same again.

Anyway, I'm glad you like it. I'll post a few more entries.

c.w.

Thursday, August 31, 2000 9:16 p.m.


Subj: More from Cuckold Central...
Date: 8/31/00 9:16:31 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Cwcobblest
To: A

Dear A,

Cassie just told me tonight she's thinking about making me write daily emails to William: "What I did to please my mistress today." She asked me what I would write today, and I told her, "I cooled off your bedroom for you." (I started the air conditioner about a half-hour before she got home, so she could go upstairs and relax in the cool room. It was fucking HOT today!).

That sounds like an interesting proposition! She said she's going to run the idea by William, and see what he thinks.

Also....

Last night, William gave Cassie the chaps he bought for the party. He says he'd have a tough time explaining them to his wife, so she's going to keep them. Tonight, she had me hang them up neatly - she even had me put a damn hand towel between the chaps and the hanger, so they wouldn't get too wrinkled!!!!! It really hits home, having an article of his clothing hanging in our bedroom. The fact that the chaps are leather adds an element of power to the whole trip, as well.

Well, take it easy!

c.w.



* * *

Sunday, September 3, 2000 7:21 a.m.
A friend is concerned about me...


Subj: [cwcobblestone] Re: Latest adventure-Worrisome
Date: 9/3/00 7:21:26 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From: (Stephen )
Reply-to: cwcobblestone@egroups.com
To: cwcobblestone@egroups.com


> Because I wasn't there, I felt more "cuckolded" than I have at any
time
> throughout this whole thing. Cassie assures me that I won't be "cut
out" of
> the picture


CW:

I was delighted when you finally entered a Cuckold relationship, but your description of its unfolding thus far is most worrisome. That Cassie can't trouble herself to acknowledge that she appreciates all you do for her strikes me as cold and selfish. And if she no longer wants even submissive sexual contact from you, I would conclude that she no longer considers you to be her husband. On the plus side is that you are the father of her child and that bond between you and she will endure, but its not enough to sustain your marriage. Good also that William is married. If he were single he would already be planning to take her from you and if he is more interested in Cassie than he is in his current wife, he may still do this. You must
prepare yourself for the very real possibility that she will leave you once she finds an unattached lover that engages her emotionally. And you deserve so much more from your marriage than mere servant status.
Things like love and sexual intimacy. I don't think you,ill derive true cuckold pleasure from a relationship devoid of love and intimacy.


* * *


Sunday, September 3, 2000 4:46 p.m.
No worries, mate!


Subj: Re: [cwcobblestone] Re: Latest adventure-Worrisome
Date: 9/3/00 4:46:36 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Cwcobblest
To: cwcobblestone@egroups.com

Stephen...

First of all, I was very happy to hear from you. It's been awhile, hasn't it? You've written some of the all-time greatest cuckold stories in the history of the Internet, and I'm always hoping you'll start writing again.

Now, to respond to your message...

Stephen, I appreciate your concern, but I truly don't think my marriage is in any kind of trouble.

You have to remember: I'm the one who asked for this. Check that - I BEGGED for it! I have no doubt Cassie still loves me very much. She respects me. But she loves me as her lifelong servant, and she respects me for the gift I've given her - the gift of my undying devotion and submission.

This may sound strange, and it may be a little premature, but I really don't care if William and Cassie fall in love. In fact, I'm hoping that happens. I'm not of the Judeo-Christian belief that people can only love one person. My wife feels the same way. Who says, just because she loves someone else, she's going to stop loving me?

We've talked about this, and Cassie says she isn't interested in leaving me for a "better lover." She loves having me around as her friend and servant.

I hope William turns out to be Cassie's steady lover for years. I hope we all develop a lasting relationship as man, woman and submissive gopher.

I'm sure an arrangement like Cassie and I have set up would be disastrous to many marriages. And, I've been around the block enough times to know you can never say never, but I honestly don't think Cassie's taking a lover is going to jeopardize what we already have. We have probably the strongest marriage of anyone I know. It's just a different kind of marriage than what you see on the Brady Bunch. We've made our own rules. (Well, actually, SHE's made most of the rules!!! : )

As far as William trying to take Cassie away from me...well, I just don't see it happening. He enjoys having me around to serve them. Remember, we responded to HIS ad. He was looking for a kinky couple - why would he want to break up the situation he was looking for in the first place? If he'd wanted a single woman for a serious, one-on-one relationship, he'd have placed and ad looking for that.

Again, I know you can never say never. But, my feeling is that Cassie will stay with me, precisely because she's living her sexual fantasy.

Cassie likes black guys. Dark-skinned men turn her on like nothing else. While having me serve as her slave has become an essential part of her life, it just doesn't do the trick for her sexually.

So, in my mind, her taking a lover is actually beneficial to our marriage. She's getting EXACTLY what she wants (a loving father to her son; a friend; a slave to clean the toilets; and the leeway to satisfy her carnal needs). I'm getting EXACTLY what I want (a loving mother to my son; a friend; and a mistress who laughingly tells me my dick is only about half the size of her lover's). And, William is getting EXACTLY what he wants (a couple with whom he can walk on the wild side; a woman with whom he has a lot in common; and a beautiful, classy brunette who gives great head and has a tight pussy!).

Sounds like a pretty good setup if you ask me! As William himself said: It's a win-win situation for everybody.

Sure, I get to whining sometimes about how my mistress takes me for granted. She does take me for granted, no question. Sometimes, I start feeling sorry for myself, and that self-pity is reflected in the things I say and write.

But, most of that self-pity is self-inflicted. In short, it turns me on to feel like I'm being oppressed. Whenever I think about the abuse I'm subjected to, my dick gets hard. That's part of the whole submissive mentality, isn't it?

These are the roles we've both willingly agreed to adopt, and we've been wearing the hats of servant and Mistress for more than a decade. By now, it's become second nature - she snaps her fingers, and I jump. But, while Cassie has no doubt about her superiority, I wouldn't describe her as "cold." Far from it.

You know what she did last Wednesday afternoon, before she left for her tryst with William? She drew a big heart on our bathroom mirror with her lipstick. When I saw it, a huge smile crossed my lips. To be sure, I felt submissively sad that my mistress had been off with her lover without me. But I also felt very much loved.

We spend a good part of each day talking to each other like any "normal" married couple. She doesn't treat me with haughty disdain all the time, although her position in our marriage is almost always intact. Her unquestioned authority keeps us from yelling and screaming at each other. There are very few arguments.

So, which marriage would you say is healthier - one in which there are constant, violent battles, or a relationship where the husband happily does whatever his wife tells him to do?

Now, everybody sing along:

"I love you; you love me; we're a happy cuckold fam-i-ly..."

Take it easy Stephen. Hope to hear more from you in the near future...


c.w.


* * *

Sunday, September 9, 2000 3:10 p.m.
Another letter to the egroup


William went out of town over the holiday weekend, and things have been kind of slow on the cuckold front. Cassie did talk to her lover once last week on the phone, and they made plans to meet for lunch - just lunch - some time next week.

Our B/d club holds a party once a month, and William said he's definitely going to try to make it. That's in about 3 weeks. At the upcoming party, Cassie and her lover are going to tie me up and whip me in the main room, where everyone can see us, as opposed to last time, when they did it in one of the private rooms.

Let me tell you, it'll be very embarrassing to be whipped by my wife and her lover right in front of everybody. Even if it is a B/d club, and everyone there is like-minded, it's still very humiliating to have everyone witness your punishment. Hell, it was humiliating when Cassie did it alone in the main room - imagine how it's going to feel with her lover whipping me as well!!! I'm scared to death!

Until the party, though, everything's up in the air. Cassie and William (and, hopefully, me!) will try to get together if we can.

In a way it's frustrating, because he's married, and we can't get together as often as we'd like. He has to come up with excuses for leaving the house. But that also helps to keep things fresh - as they say, "absence makes the heart grow fonder." The anticipation is excruciating, both for my wife and myself.

As far as the home front is concerned, Cassie has gotten a LOT more dominant since she took William as a lover. She has this haughty air about her, like she knows she has me by the balls (as if she didn't know already!)

While Cassie promises that she has no interest in ever leaving me, she has told me my role in her life will change, now that she's taken the plunge. As I've said before, my service to her is appreciated, but it doesn't turn her on sexually. William, on the other hand, turns her on immensely, and Cassie has told me to expect my "personal time" with her to go down. In other words, I won't get to lick her pussy as often as I used to.

That makes me very sad - but, at the same time, it also turns me on. We submissives have some strange thought processes, don't we? : )

Well, that's about it from the cobblestone household. I promise I'll keep everyone up to speed as any new developments unfold.


* * *

Saturday, September 16, 2000 2:54 a.m.
Late night musings about their developing relationship...


Subj: They talked for an hour tonight...
Date: 9/16/00 2:54:06 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Cwcobblest
To: A

Well, Cassie talked to William for more than an hour on the telephone tonight. If you knew how much she hates to talk on the phone for any length of time, you'd know how significant that is!!

When I got home from work, she greeted me with a big smile. "I talked to my boyfriend tonight," she said.

"My boyfriend." That sent a shock wave through me, you bet it did!

He called her tonight after he had a fight with his wife. He was on his cell phone as he drove around the city talking to Cassie. They chatted about many things, and she relayed them to me when I got home. I'll just list a few that come to mind...

1. Cassie talked to William about having me "check in" with him once a week or so. A few weeks ago, she came up with the idea of having me write a weekly report to her lover, explaining what I did that week to make my mistress happy. William thinks it's a great idea - so I guess that rule will soon be implemented.

Cassie told me she pitched this idea to him because she wants me to feel included in their affair. She and William talked tonight about how it was important to try to include me somehow, since I won't be seeing him nearly as much as she will.

2. Cassie asked him point-blank how often he wants to get together. Things are absolutely crazy for him at work right now, and he's having problems at home, so he hasn't been able to get away recently. That's got Cassie all antsy inside. She wants to see him more than once a month - much more.

Fortunately, so does he. He said he'd like to get together with her every other week or so - not counting having lunch together a few times a month, plus the parties, where we'd all get together. That's how I see this thing settling - they'll see each other alone two or three times a month; then, on the nights of the parties, I'll get to spend time serving them.

Man, he's so excited about all this! He even went out and bought a pair of leather pants - that's after spending a bunch of money on a pair of leather chaps a few weeks ago!! And, I told you how I'm going to be whipped in front of everybody at the next party...well, that was HIS idea!!! He's definitely into this whole thing!

He's also very much into my wife. He told her tonight he couldn't wait to taste her again!

3. Today, for the first time since we all got together last time, William wore the boots I shined for him. He told Cassie he was sitting at work, and when he noticed how shiny they were, he smiled...

4. He said his heels are callused, and he's looking forward to a nice foot massage from me.

Well, it's late, and I've got to work in the morn. There's a lot more I'd like to chat about, but I'm beat!


Take it easy, buddy...

c.w.

Thursday, September 21, 2000 10:08 p.m.
It's on!!!

Subj: Friday Nite!
Date: 9/21/00 10:08:56 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: William
To: Cwcobblestone

Tell your Mistress immediately!!!!! I have all Friday nite open!!! I am unable to go on Saturday nite but I have all night Friday and Saturday morn open!!! Go find a sitter!!! Ask your Mistress if she is familar
with (a swinger's club) downtown? Are you familar with it? If not research it in the (local paper). I also have a task for you. I want you to compose me an erotic story featuring Your mistress, myself and you. The situation is that we are at a bondage club!! Indulge me in a fantasy of yours. Be creative!

-William-

Thursday, September 21, 2000 10:50 p.m.
My answer...

Subj: Re: Friday Nite!
Date: 9/21/00 10:50:08 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Cwcobblest
To: William

Sir...I just gave your message to my mistress, and she said Friday night sounds great. The only glitch is that we both have to be somewhere early Saturday afternoon. She's going somewhere with her parents, and she has to meet them at 11:30. And I have to be at work Saturday, around 10 or 11. So we'd have to take off around 9 a.m.

Other than that, Mistress said it sounds great, and she's looking forward to it. We're going to try to line up a babysitter. Cassie told me if we can't find one, I'll have to stay home. So, either way, she's in. I think we should be able to find a sitter, though. I hope so.

My mistress said she's going to be bouncing from one place to the other tomorrow, so she'll call you at work so you two can hammer out the details.

As far as the (swingers' club) goes, we've both heard of it, although we've never been there.

Finally, regarding the story: I will get cracking on it as soon as possible, per your orders.

Thank you...

c.w.


* * *

Friday, September 22, 2000 10:40 a.m.
Another chat with A...

A: Whassup?

Cwcobblest: did you see my letter to the egroup?

A: Not yet.

A: New stuff?

Cwcobblest: Tonight we all get together in a hotel room.

A: Wow.

Cwcobblest: Yeah...I just signed on for a quick minute to see if William sent me any new mail.

A: You ever going to post a .wav file? Or photos?

Cwcobblest: A wav file? Of what?

A: lovemaking.

Cwcobblest: You mean William and Cassie's lovemaking? I doubt if they'd let me tape it! : )

A: lol

Cwcobblest: As far as photos are concerned, I may post one of Cassie, but it would be so obscured,
you wouldn't be able to tell anything anyway! There's no way I could ever post a picture of her that would
be recognizable - and, besides, that would be her call anyhow!

A: I agree

A: But an obscured photo of her would be great.

Cwcobblest: I can ask her if it's okay. I still don't have a scanner, but maybe I can get my brother to
scan a pic in for me.

A: This is exciting.

Cwcobblest: I know. I couldn't sleep last night. I served my Mistress last night, and she was so
BITCHY! She kept saying over and over again, "I'm going to get FUCKED tomorrow!"

A: jeez

A: Tooo fucking much

Cwcobblest: While I was worshipping her, I peeked up at her face. She looked so cocky, kicked back,
with one arm propped on the pillow, watching her interracial movie...

Cwcobblest: Then, she whipped the shit out of me. The inside of my thigh still hurts where she got me
with the cane. She wants to toughen me up, and it's working, I think.

A: You are living a dream.

Cwcobblest: I know! As I said in my letter to the egroup, it is causing some stress in my life.

Cwcobblest: As you can well imagine.

A: Stress?

Cwcobblest: Sure.

A: How so?

Cwcobblest: It's so damn exciting...it's like I have this icy feeling in my stomach whenever I think
about it...apprehension...a HUGE turn-on...etc.

Cwcobblest: This isn't an experiment any longer - he's her steady lover.

Cwcobblest: She reiterated last night that this is something she isn't going to stop.

A: You wouldn't be able to stop it.

Cwcobblest: She told me that. She said, "you better get used to it."

A: I think that something happens

A: when a woman has the security of a steady lover in a

A: situation like this.

A: THIS may have an impact:

A: She doesn't need to put up with things.

Cwcobblest: Right!

A: Know what I mean?

A: She only does what she WANTS to,

A: and puts up with what she WANTS to.

Cwcobblest: I have to kiss her ass constantly, because she keeps saying, "I don't have to let you
worship me; I've got William."

A: There is less "Need."

A: It goes beyond that.

A: She will "need" you less.

Cwcobblest: ...in other realms. I know.

A: THAT is what I would be concerned about if I were you.

Cwcobblest: So I find myself constantly striving to make her happy - which, of course, she enjoys
immensely.

A: There is a "dependency" in a lot of couples

A: that

A: you two will not have.

A: She will not put up with certain stuff

A: that will cause you stress.

A: She has a fallback lover, etc.,

A: She has and escape hatch,

A: whereby you do NOT.

A: The ULTIMATE dominance.

A: Moving toward slavery.

A: In a true sense.

Cwcobblest: I think it's going in that direction.

A: This is no game.

A: No "roles"

A: It is WHO you will be.

Cwcobblest: She loves me, like a little girl loves her puppy. I have my place in her life - and William
has his.

A: THAT would chill me to the bone.

Cwcobblest: Well, I've gotta haul ass. Got to get going to work.

A: You go. Let's catch up later. And post to me tomorrow. Can't wait to hear about it.

A: bye pal.

Sunday, September 23, 2000 6:15 p.m.
Another night in cuckold paradise...


As anticipated, Cassie, William and I hooked up again last night. The evening went pretty much as I expected: William fucked my wife's brains out while I submissively watched.

My job was to change CDs, refill drinks, and stay the hell out of their way.

The evening started around 9:30, when we all met up at a local pub for dinner and drinks. Of course, Cassie sat next to William in the booth,while I sat across from them. They sat shoulder-to-shoulder throughout the meal, and, to anyone who was watching, there was no mistaking who the two lovers in this threesome were!

We finished our food, then took off for the hotel. They left in William's truck; I walked to my car alone and followed them there. First, I stopped off at a store and got beer for Cassie and some Gator-Aid for William.

I met them in the hotel parking lot, and followed them as they walked hand-in-hand to the hotel. Of course, I was burdened with all the bags.

We stayed in a different hotel than the one we went to in our first two encounters - Room 115 this time! - but it didn't make much difference about the room. We weren't there for the atmosphere or the pool! The beds worked just fine, and that's all that mattered to my wife and her lover.

My mistress was absolutely in heat last night! So was he! After checking in, Cassie immediately went into the bathroom and changed into a leather mini-skirt, with fishnet stockings, and a leather halter-top. After I made sure they had their drinks, I knelt at the foot of the bed and watched as my wife fell back on the bed with William and started making out.

After they kissed for a spell, Cassie told me to bend over; it was time to show William the strides I'd made toward taking more pain. She really lit me up with the handle of a plastic spoon - painful as hell - but I kept my mouth shut. I hardly whined at all, and, after about 10 minutes, Cassie ceased the whipping and commended me.

William was impressed. "See? You took it like a man this time. I'm proud of you."

That was about all the attention I got last night.

In no time, William had ripped the crotch out of my wife's fishnets, and was licking her pussy. He's been saying he wants to "taste her" for weeks now, and he made the most of his opportunity!

At one point, Cassie took off her shirt and handed it to me to fold. I don't know how to explain it, but the look in her eye was so damn erotic.w...totally dismissive and dominant, as if to say, "here, fold my clothes while I continue having fun with my lover." It shot a jolt through me, although no actual words were spoken.

Then, Cassie started sucking her lover's dick, like a little girl in a candy shop. I can't explain it - she always told me she HATED doing that - but, with William, she absolutely LOVES sucking him. She even deep-throated his big dick!! I looked at William with envy. He had his head back on the pillows, and his eyes were shut. His fingers were clutching at the bedsheets, and he kept moaning. He was obviously in the throes of passion.

He glanced at me a few times while my Mistress blew him, and each time he gave me a sneer. He knows Cassie never does that for me, and I think he enjoys her oral service all the more because of my deprivation.

Once, he said to me, "damn, your wife knows how to suck a dick." I just hung my head and said nothing.

Cassie finally lifted her mouth off William's cock.

"It's time," William said.

It was time for my mistress and her lover to fuck. But one thing had to be done first.

Cassie gave me a smouldering look and spread her legs. "Come here and get me nice and wet for him," she said. Of course, I submissively licked my mistress' pussy, as ordered. After a few minutes, Cassie nudged me away.

Finally, Cassie was going to get what she so badly wanted!

When he first entered her, my wife grunted throatily, "unnggh...I haven't been fucked since the last time you did it." The way she said the word "fucked" really did something to me. I can still hear it now!!!

They reminded me of a pair of animals as they went at it in full force. She put her feet on his shoulders as he hit the back of her pussy time and again. I unobtrusively shifted my position so I could watch Cassie's face while she was getting fucked. She looked so sexy, let me tell you!!! Sexy...and HUNGRY!

I must admit - they look absolutely beautiful together! William's dark skin against Cassie's milky complexion is such an awesome, animal sight! And, the way their bodies move when they make love...it's like they're perfectly in tune with each other. I could only watch, and wish...

As William fucked my wife, he kept saying things like, "damn, that pussy feels good and tight." He was directing his comments toward me. At one point, he looked over his shoulder at me and said, "your dick just can't fill Cassie's pussy like mine does, can it?"

And, I had to truthfully acknowledge: "No, sir."

William's orgasm was very intense. He grunted like a wounded beast and collapsed on top of my wife, his dick still inside her.

After I refreshed the drinks, they laid back on the bed and talked. Their conversation was mostly private, but a couple times, they broke from their pillow talk to mess with me.

One time, they were talking about my so-called sex life. "Licking my pussy is the only kind of sex he ever gets," Cassie told William. "That is, if you can count that as having sex."

William chuckled. "According to Bill Clinton, it isn't," he said, referring to the president's declaration that oral sex isn't actual sex. Cassie laughed, and I even smiled a bit. It was a pretty good joke, even if it was at my expense.

After awhile, Cassie asked William if he was ready for his foot massage. "Oh, yes!" he said.

"Go get the lotion," Cassie ordered as she scooted up on the bed toward her lover, "and make my man's feet feel good."

I started working the lotion into William's rough feet while he cuddled with my wife. Doing his feet was strange, because they're much bigger than Cassie's, and they're shaped differently. I'm used to massaging her feet, and it was a very different experience doing it for William. But he enjoyed it very much, calling it the best foot massage he'd ever had in his life. I felt proud.

While I knelt at the foot of the bed, submissively massaging William's feet, they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms. I kept working his feet until I was sure he was asleep; then I went to the other bed and laid there for a few minutes, watching them all cudded up together, sawing logs. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep myself.

This was only a quick catnap, though, because in no time, we were all awake again, and William had my wife on all fours, fucking her doggy-style. As he mounted her, William looked at me and said, "doggy-style!" And Cassie went, "ruff-ruff!"

Cassie grunted and groaned and pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts. This time, since I was still laying on the adjoining bed, I had a side view of the action: Her long, brown hair was swaying with each stroke, and her tits bounced in time with their lovemaking. Cassie says William really hits the back of her pussy when they do it doggy-style, and, from the look on her face, I believe it.

I don't think William had an orgasm the second time he fucked her. He did it for awhile, then they fell down and rested again. It was late, and everyone once again drifted off to sleep.

For them, it was just another catnap. But I crashed through the night. Bummer, because I slept completely through Round Three. William fucked my wife a third time, and Cassie said he had another orgasm that time, as did she, while I laid on the other bed, snoozing.

The next thing I knew, it was morning.

As I laid alone in my bed, I was feeling very sorry for myself. William and Cassie hadn't paid me a whole lot of attention, other than whipping me and a few quips here and there. I felt very lonely...and sort of useless.

I even asked them this morning, "am I in the way?" because I felt like they would've had just as good a time without me being there. But they both insisted that they enjoyed having me around to fetch things for them. "Besides, how else am I going to get a foot massage like last night?" William asked.

I don't know why I was feeling like that, but I really felt lonely being over there in a bed by myself. At least I got to sleep on a bed last night - the first time, I had to sleep on the floor! But, for some reason, I really was feeling used and abused last night, and especially when I woke up this morning.

But, it was a horny "used and abused" feeling! : )

We each had places to be, so we quickly got dressed and said our good-byes. Before we parted, though, I made sure to tell William, "thank you, sir, for pleasing my mistress."

He gave his usual answer: "No problem."

And that was our latest adventure! Hope you enjoyed reading about it...


c.w.


* * *

Wednesday, October 3, 2000 2:32 p.m
(Another letter to the egroup)

Hello, friends, cuckolds, bulls, slaves, sluts, mistresses and masters. Your Fearful Leader here. I figured you all would be interested to hear the latest.

William has now added a whole new dimension into our three-way relationship. I received this email from him yesterday morning:

<<I have a new task for you! I want you to document in writing or electronically when your Mistress is pleasured by you orally or with your fingers and how many orgasms you have given her. After all these years you must be aware of her body and how she cums. I want complete documentation[time,date,room, etc] so make a note of that!

That is all

-William->>


Of course, I immediately showed the message to my mistress, and, predictably, she thought the idea was great.

Last night, I filed my first report:


<<Subj: Report from tonight
Date: 10/3/00 1:16:41 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Cwcobblest
To: (William)

Sir, I just finished worshipping my mistress, about 10 minutes ago. She had two orgasms while she watched her favorite interracial video on the bedroom TV.

She got mad at me, because I wasn’t positioned straight while I was worshipping her, so she kicked me until I was at the desired angle. Let me explain: My mistress likes my body to be aligned perfectly with hers while I’m worshipping her. If I’m crooked, even by a few inches, she notices and gets annoyed. I have to be perfectly straight.

Earlier today, I cleaned the entire house, which surprised my mistress when she got home from work. She had only told me to clean the kitchen, but I decided to go all-out to try to please her. It worked; the house was spic and span, and my mistress was very pleased.

Then tonight, just before I worshipped her, she had me give her a foot massage while she laid back on the bed and forgot about the worries of the day. It’s been a whole three days since I last gave her a foot massage, and she said it felt good.

I have to tell you, sir - tonight, both my mistress and I were aware that I was going to report everything we did to you. And, just knowing that made it seem like you had a presence in the bedroom. I think my mistress thought so, too - she certainly talked a lot about you tonight, even more than usual.

After she had her two orgasms, she allowed me to play with myself. As usual, she hardly paid any attention to me...but she did tease me a little. While I was playing with myself, she told me to look at her pussy. Then, she said, “just think - who was the last man to put his dick in this pussy?”

Of course, sir, you know the answer to that question as well as I do.

Well, that’s all I have to report for tonight. I hope my mistress will let me spend some
time with her tomorrow as well, and I can send you another update.


c.w.>>



As I said in my report to William, just knowing that I was going to have to tell him all the details of our activities made things a little different between my wife and me. William had a tangible presence in the bedroom. It was kind of humiliating, to have to keep making mental notes of what we were doing, so I could write it all down later.

Last night, I kept thinking: Now, I can't even enjoy worshipping my mistress without being encumbered with the task of mentally documenting every move for William's perusal.

This is the kind of stuff that stokes the fire of a submissive cuckold's belly!

By the way, Cassie met with William for lunch last week. It was by and large an uneventful liason, so I didn't report it to the group at the time. They simply met for a quiet lunch, and, because it was so crowded, they didn't talk about much sexual stuff. They didn't even kiss - my mistress said it was too crowded out in the parking lot, and they ate at a restaurant located just a few blocks from where she works, so they had to be cool. If an acquaintance had seen them together, my wife was prepared to tell them William was an old college friend; but if they had seen my mistress kissing her lover, she would have some 'erious 'splaining to do.

I was talking to my friend "A" on the phone yesterday morning, and I asked him: I wonder how many people on this group actually believe what I'm saying? I guess I couldn't blame folks if they thought I was full of shit - hell, if I were reading all this, I'd have a hard time believing it. It all seems too...I don't know...perfect.

Well, let me tell you: Even though this is happening to ME, I'm still having a hard time believing it. The most amazing thing to me is, after a few months of cuckoldry, this has become the norm in our lives. It's a disruption, to be sure, but it isn't like my entire life has changed. I still go to work; I still play with my son; I still talk to my wife about bills, our jobs, our hopes and our dreams.

But, while my day-to-day activities haven't been altered much, there has been a significant change in my relationship with my wife. She's changed...she's become much more confident. It's not like she was a wallflower before William came along - far from it - but, since she's taken a lover, she has this air about her...an air that says to me, "you'd better do your best to please me, because I now know I have someone I can go to who will do a far better job of pleasing me."

And, as I've said before, I now find myself constantly brown-nosing my mistress, trying to gain her favor.

This is an incredible, sexually charged ride we've undertaken. I don't know where it will ultimately lead, but I'm sure as hell enjoying the view from the cuckold's seat.

Sincerely,

c.w.

* * *


Monday, October 9, 2000 1:45 a.m.
Another report to William...

Sir, last night, my mistress allowed me to worship her. At around midnight, she lit candles in the bedroom and called for me. She was wearing nothing but a dark blue bra - one of the bras she recently bought for you, by the way. My mistress looked incredibly sexy last night, sir.

She read a Variations magazine while I worshipped her. Earlier last night, I'd taken some Sudafed cold medicine, which kind of dried my mouth out. I had to keep asking my mistress if I could get a drink, which annoyed her greatly. She doesn't like me to interrupt her when I'm worshipping her - she pretty much forgets about me while she reads or watches a movie, and if I need a drink, or if I have to stop to remove one of her pubic hairs from my mouth, she gets very perturbed. My mistress has become quite spoiled after 13 years of being worshipped!!! She wants everything just so!

She had one orgasm last night. It wasn't a particularly intense orgasm, but my mistress did seem satisfied. Then, she let me look at her pussy while I played with myself.

Well, that's about it from last night. My mistress told me I might get to spend time with her again tonight, so I have my fingers crossed. In the meantime, I'm looking forward to serving you and my wife again to the best of my ability, while you enjoy each others' company...

Respectfully,

c.w.

* * *

Tuesday, October 11, 2000
Yet another report to my wife's lover...

Sir, my mistress let me worship her again last night! She read a Variations magazine, and she had a really big orgasm! Then, after she was satisfied, she even paid attention to me. She whipped the inside of my right thigh with a wooden back-scratcher. It's still hurting this morning. She says she wants to really toughen me up for the upcoming party. My mistress also teased me, because my dick is so much smaller than yours. She said there was no way I could ever satisfy her the way you do, which is why she never lets me fuck her at all anymore. I think it's been more than a year now!

Then, my mistress gave me a great treat - she sat on my face while I played with myself. She doesn't do things like that for me very often, so I was in Seventh Heaven! Usually, she just lays back and watches me while I play with myself, or else she just goes to sleep. But last night, my mistress paid a lot of attention to me, and I am very grateful.

Well, that's about it from last night. I hope to have more to report to you soon.

Respectfully,

c.w.

Thursday, October 19, 2000 7:44 p.m.
Even yet - another report to William...


Good evening, sir. I have a report on my Mistress's pleasure last night.

Cassie has been on her period, and last night was her first night off. Although I continued to iron her clothes, etc., during the week, we hadn't had any actual physical contact. So I was hoping she'd want me to serve her last night.

Fortunately, she did. Around midnight, she called me into the bedroom. She'd already lit the candles, and was waiting for me on the bed, wearing a pink, silky nightie.

I gave my mistress her usual foot massage while she watched a rerun of Saturday Night Live on Comedy Central. Then I softly kissed her pussy for a long time, while she laid back on the bed and flicked through the TV stations, looking for a T&A movie. Eventually, she told me to get one of her Variations magazines from the nightstand. She leafed through the pages of the book for a few minutes, then told me to lick her.

Which I did. I tried my absolute best to make my mistress feel good, sir. But, as usual, she didn't pay me a bit of attention. She didn't even yell at me. She usually doesn't have to - after all these years, she's pretty much taught me exactly how she wants me to worship her.

But sometimes, I wish she would yell at me, or slap me on the head. She used to do that a lot years ago, but now she just totally ignores me while I worship her.

Sometimes, I even think about doing something wrong on purpose, so she'll pay attention to me - even if I know that attention would come in the form of a hard slap. But, that never gets past the thinking stage; I know it would be wrong for me to give my mistress anything less than my best efforts.

As usual, she had me lick her ass while she brought herself to orgasm with her fingers. Her hips bucked up and down quite hard while she rode the wave of her orgasm.

After she'd settled down, Cassie then got out the wood back-scratcher and started hitting me on the inside of my right leg. She even touched my balls for a while, which was a much-appreciated treat. Then she slapped them hard. She can't understand why that hurts so much.

Last night, Mistress told me I could have an orgasm, and she told me she'd allow me to have another one tonight. But, after tonight, I'm forbidden to cum, because she wants me to be horny for Saturday night. She's very much looking forward to getting together with you again, sir, and so am I.

I really hope I can learn the different things you like, so that I can be a better submissive when the two of you get together. It takes time, I know - it took years for me to learn Cassie's preferences and quirks. For instance, she likes three ice cubes in her pop. She likes mayonnaise on both sides of the bread when I make her a sandwich. When you serve someone as long as I've served my mistress, you get to know these things.

So eventually, I hope I can learn your preferences as well. I really am dedicated to being the best sub I can be - and if I serve you well, I know it will please my mistress.

I don't know why I get into my role so much, or why I'm so intense about it. I'm certainly not submissive in the "outside" world. In fact, it's just the opposite. But, for some reason, I feel happiest when I am being submissive. The best way I can describe it would be, it's a spiritual trip.

But a Dominant like you isn't interested in hearing my ramblings, so I'll shut up. I'll close by saying if there's anything I can do for you that might make your upcoming evening with my mistress more enjoyable, I would be happy to take care of it for you, sir.

Sincerely,


c.w.


* * *

Friday, October 20, 2000 2:16 a.m.
The reports just keep on comin'....


Good evening, sir...well, I guess it's morning now. My mistress allowed me to worship her earlier tonight. As always, I felt lucky to be allowed to serve such a beautiful and sexy woman.

The night started as it usually does: I gave my mistress a foot massage while she did some work. Then she told me to light the candles and put an interracial movie into the VCR. This one showed couples fucking on a public beach. People were standing around and watching, which makes my mistress very hot. It's one of her favorite movies.

While she kicked back and watched her porno movie, I worshipped my mistress's beautiful pussy. Then, as always, she had me lick her ass while she played with herself. Within minutes, she had a violent orgasm. Her climax didn't last very long - maybe 15 seconds - but it was quite intense, judging by the way she slammed her hips against the bed.

My mistress then rolled over and told me to softly kiss her ass while she relaxed. She often likes me to do that after she's had an orgasm.

Then she went to sleep.

I'm not allowed to have an orgasm until Saturday night, so I blew out the candles and quietly left the room, satisfied, yet frustrated.

That's tonight's report, sir. I hope it pleases you.

Sincerely,

c.w.


* * *

Sunday, October 22, 2000 5:52 p.m.
Another night in cuckold paradise with my wife and her lover, as described to members of the egroup...


Hello, friends. c.w. here. I am very happy to report another fantastic adventure last night.

The evening started out shaky, when my mistress received a phone call at around 6 p.m. It was William, bearing bad news: Because of a family situation, he said there was a possibility he wouldn't be able to make it. He said he was going to try like hell to get to the party, but, because of this unforseen situation, he didn't know if he'd be able to.

We were bummed - the hotel had already been booked, and the babysitter lined up. But, more than that, both my mistress and I were eagerly anticipating getting together with him again.

We figured we'd make the best of a potential bummer, so we decided to go ahead with our plans. Last night was to be our first time attending a new B/d club (our old club went out of business last month), so we decided to go to the party anyway.

The party was cool. It was held in the conference room of a hotel, and we had a room booked upstairs. The people at this new club were all very nice, and it was more than generous for the president of the club to honor our memberships in the now-defunct club. In other words, our dues are paid up until the end of the year. Is that cool, or what?

A lot of transvestites belong to this club, and, since this was a Halloween party, they were out in full regalia, dressed as nuns, hookers, and one he/she in a fantastic Batgirl costume. Of course, there were also a bunch of femdom couples, as well as male-dom couples. It was a nice mix of freaks.

There was also another cuckold couple! I'm not sure if the slave was married to the mistress, but they did come in together. Later, another guy, a master, came in, and I saw the bull stroking the woman's hair and kissing her, while the slave knelt on the floor in front of them with his head bowed. Needless to say, the sight made my blood run cold!!! You don't see that kind of situation very often.

We were sitting at our table, enjoying the buffet and the view, when Mistress's cell phone rang.

Guess who?

My mistress's smile told me - William was going to make it, after all! He was only a few blocks away, so Cassie went out to the lobby to meet him.

After a few minutes, they walked in together. We made small talk for a moment, then we went upstairs to our room to change clothes.

We weren't in the room five minutes before William handed me his boots. "If you would," he said, tossing me the small satchel which contains the shoe polish and cloth. I dropped to my knees and began polishing his boots while he put his arm around my wife and chatted with her.

"Damn!" he said, holding my wife's hands and taking in her beauty. "I need this! It isn't a want - it's a need!"

Mistress changed into a leather miniskirt and halter top. She also put on a pair of seamed stockings - William's favorite. Then she put a leather coat over the ensemble, and we went back downstairs to the party.

As we were walking toward the elevator, William stopped and put his hands on my wife's ass. "Hmmmm....damn, that looks good!" he said. I furtively glanced around to see if anyone saw him; there was nobody else in the hall. Then we took the elevator downstairs to the conference room.

We really didn't play much this time...basically, my mistress and her lover stood around and watched as other people played. I held my mistress's coat and stood respectfully a few feet behind them while they casually held each other and watched the other scenes. Whenever either of them needed a drink (she was drinking Bud Light, and he drank Honey Brown), I would fetch it for them.

There was a woman there who had set up a stand with whips she'd hand-made. Absolutely beautiful work. My mistress had me use my credit card to purchase an exquisite purple cat o' nine tails (actually, it has more like 20 tails!) William promised me it would get broken in before the night was over.

During a cigarette break (Cassie and William were in a no-smoking area, and I had to ask permission to go across the room to smoke), I struck up a conversation with the woman who made the whips. I asked if she was dominant or submissive, and she said she was a switch. Then, she asked me what our situation was. I told her: the woman was my wife; the man was her lover; and I served both of them.

She smiled and said, "wow! That sounds delicious!"

Tell me about it!!!

Anyway, after awhile, Mistress and William were starting to get horny, so they decided to head back upstairs. Cassie put her new whip underneath her coat so the other guests wouldn't see it, and we took the elevator to our room.

They started making out, and I stood there for a minute, watching submissively. My mistress ordered me to go to the ice machine, so I scampered out of the room. But the ice machine was broken, so I went back to the room to tell them.

The following "scene" is the one thing that's most etched into my mind from last night:

Mistress and William were standing there kissing when I got back to the room.

"Mistress," I said timidly. I was trying not to disturb their kiss too much, but I had to report that the ice machine was empty.

She turned away from William, annoyed. "What?!!!?" William still had his hands on her hips, and he looked at me with a bemused expression on his face.

"Um...the ice machine is empty," I stammered.

"Then, go to another floor!" she snarled. William chuckled as I retreated and started walking down the stairs.

As I trudged through the hotel in search of ice, I felt so utterly subjegated, it's hard to put into words. It was a lonely walk, as I went from floor to floor in search of an ice machine. It soon became clear that the machine on our floor was the only one in the hotel, so I went back to our room.

By that time, William and my mistress were on one of the queen-sized beds, making out. I reported that there were no other ice machines, but by then, they were too involved in their passions to care. I was ordered to get drinks, sans ice, then I took my place at the foot of the bed and hung my head submissively while my wife made out with her lover.

At one point, he reached down and tore the crotch right out of my mistress's hose! Then, he went down on her, and she loved it.

My mistress later gave me the torn pantyhose as a memento of the evening.

They took a break, and decided to try out the new whip. They took turns hitting me with the new cat, which hurt like hell. But I was able to take it without too much whimpering, and William complimented me on my progress. I'm still learning to take more pain, but I'm getting better.

After they whipped me, they returned to their bed. William told Cassie he wanted to see how I licked her ass when I worship her (as I've reported here before, William wants me to email him and give him the details whenever I'm allowed to worship my mistress. Cassie likes me to give her a rim job while she plays with herself, and William wanted to see how this physically was done).

After he was satisfied with my rim job, he ordered me to lick my mistress's pussy. "Get it good and wet," he said. "Because I'm going to fill that pussy up. She needs it. She needs to be filled up. Not by your dick - she wants mine."

I moistened my mistress's pussy, while William knelt on the bed just a foot or so away, watching me with his hands on his hips. It was kind of intimidating, seeing him out of the corner of my eye, so obviously in charge.

After a few minutes, I was told to get the condoms. I went to the bag and handed my wife's lover a Trojan. "Thank you, sir!" he said flippantly as I handed him the rubber.

Then I retreated to the foot of the bed, and William began fucking my wife.

After the first few strokes, Cassie snapped at me, "turn that damn light off! It's shining right in my eyes!" She was referring to the lamp on the nightstand, which I immediately shut off.

Have you ever looked into your wife's face as she snarls an order at you, at the same time she's being fucked? Can you imagine what it's like? Yep, it's just like that!

After the light was shut off, I returned to the foot of the bed and watched William fuck my wife into next week. She kept crying, "oh, baby...oh, baby!" and he was moaning her name in her ear. Finally, with a loud groan, William came. Then he collapsed on top of my wife and they held each other close. They laid there for quite awhile, his dick still buried in Cassie's pussy.

Unfortunately, William had to take off. He'd wanted to spend the night, but it turned out he couldn't. But, before he left, they made plans to get a hotel room next week. They'll both leave work early and enjoy a leisurely afternoon making love. I wish I could be there, but I realize there are going to be times when they want to be alone. This doesn't bother me too much, though - I now realize that they both really enjoy having me on hand to serve them when they're making love. At first, I was a little apprehensive about it, because I felt like a third wheel. But those fears have been allayed; like I said, I know they like having me there to serve them.

My mistress was sad - and horny - that her lover had to leave after only one fuck. So she allowed me to worship her.

Here's an email I sent to William, reporting to him everything that happened after he left:

Good afternoon, sir! I hope you enjoyed yourself last night - my mistress and I sure did! The only complaint Cassie had was that you had to leave too early. I think you've spoiled her, sir - being fucked one time isn't enough! : )

As always, my breath was taken away to see my mistress engulfed in the fires of passion, and I thank you once again for bringing those emotions to the forefront. She is indeed a very sexy woman, and she deserves to be sexually pleased by a man like you. I love to watch you make love to my mistress, sir, and last night, I felt honored to be present.

I hope I was able to serve you good last night; I am trying my very best. I was very happy when you complimented me on being able to take more pain, and I hope both you and my mistress will train me so I can take whatever you wish to dish out.

I got into a conversation with the woman who sold us the whip last night, and I asked her if she was dom or sub. She said she was a switch. Then she asked what the deal was with us. I told her that Cassie is my wife and my mistress; you're her lover; and I serve both of you. Her face broke into a wide smile and she said, "Wow! That sounds delicious!" She told me I was lucky - well, shit, I already knew that!!! I'm the luckiest slave in the world!!!

Anyway, after you left, my mistress said she felt cold, so I got the blanket and comforter from the other bed and covered her with them. Then, she told me to worship her, because she hadn't yet had an orgasm. So I had to go underneath two blankets, a sheet and two comforters to worship my mistress. I could hardly breathe underneath all those covers. Usually, during the cold months, my mistress will put me underneath the covers when I worship her. It's difficult to breathe when my mistress is covered by just the one comforter at home. With all those covers last night, it was nearly impossible!

But, you don't want to hear me whining about my discomfort, so I'll shut up.

I worshipped my mistress for a long, long time last night. It must've been at least 45 minutes to an hour. My neck is still very sore (there I go again, complaining!!!! Sorry). While I was licking her, my mistress teased me, telling me to think about how you'd filled her pussy earlier. She also asked me if she tasted different, and I said yes; she always does after you've fucked her. Her pussy is looser, too. I wonder why!!!!

My mistress had a funny kind of orgasm...it wasn't a particularly big one, but it did seem intense. She didn't bounce around as much as she usually does, though. I think she was still craving a different kind of attention!! : )

After my mistress came down from her orgasm, she told me to kiss her butt while she went to sleep. I was nearly in tears, because I hadn't been allowed to cum for days and days. But, before I got a chance to ask my mistress for permission to cum, she fell asleep. I tried to get to sleep myself, but I was too frustrated. I got in a few minutes of shuteye here and there, but mostly, I tossed and turned all night, with my lips caressing my mistress's ass.

Cassie woke up at around 6 a.m., and I finally asked her if I could cum. She said yes, and it took me only about five seconds! My mistress didn't pay any attention to me that time; she was still drowsy, and didn't even look my way. When I was finished, we fell asleep again.

We woke up again around 10, and my mistress told me that I had been a good slave the night before. I begged her to give me a treat by sitting on my face, and, to my great happiness, she did! That's one of my favorite things in the world!

My mistress is really looking forward to getting together with you later in the week for your "long lunch" together. As you said last night, it's not just a want - it's a need!!!

Well, sir, that's my report from last night. I'm hoping my mistress will allow me to worship her again tonight. As you know, that's the only kind of sex I'm allowed to have, so I look forward to each and every opportunity to serve her in that manner.

Thanks again for making my mistress so happy, sir...

....


Well, friends, that about explains everything that happened last night. Hope you enjoyed my account of the proceedings!


peace,

c.w.

Monday, October 23, 2000 7:59 p.m.
The sometimes-sad feelings of an abused husband....


I'm finding there are some serious issues that have to be dealt with when you're in a submissive cuckold situation.

Sure, it's a turn-on to think about a wife who totally takes her husband for granted, yet falls all over herself to please her lover. That's the name of this whole game - HE gets things the slave husband would NEVER get.

But, when it happens in real life, it can be a tough pill to swallow sometimes.

During most of my 13 years with Cassie, I've been a second-class citizen. Now, since she's found a lover, I've become a third-class citizen. My time spent worshipping my mistress sexually has diminished since William came into the picture. On top of that, she barely pays attention to me any more. She used to do things like tease me, or even pee in my mouth. But, as the years have passed - and, especially since she took a lover - any kind of activity on her part is rare. Usually, I worship her, she cums, I ask if I can cum, and she says, "I don't care." Then I jack off while she relaxes on the bed, barely looking my way.

I'm getting horny just writing this, so it's obviously something that turns me on a great deal. But sometimes it can be hard to take - especially now that I've seen how utterly sensual my wife can be with another man. It's a stark contrast to the cool indifference she shows me.

Maybe I'm just feeling sorry for myself. I tend to do that sometimes. It's not as bad as I may be making it; lately, she has paid some attention to me. Since William said he wants me to toughen up, she's been whipping me more than usual. And, sometimes she will still reach down and play with my dick - although, as has always been the case, it's never for more than a few seconds.

The reason for my somber mood is an argument I had earlier today with my mistress. I had the day off, so I spent the afternoon shampooing our carpets. I figured Cassie would be surprised. Instead, she got mad because I'd moved something she wanted to keep in the living room.

Well, rather than just bow my head like I usually do, I got angry. I worked my ass off to surprise her, and when she got home, all she did was complain about one little thing.

A lot of people, hearing what I've just described, might say Cassie is a bitch. I couldn't argue with them - she does act very bitchy with me, and it's not just when we're in the bedroom.

But, isn't that the fantasy? Isn't that what I told her all along I wanted?

The answer is, yes. But, I'm also human. As I said, sometimes, it can be hard to swallow. Probably 90 percent of the time, I do just bow my head and remain silent. But, every once in awhile, I get upset when she treats me like a dog.

That'll probably disappear. It's a long road toward total submission, but I'm getting there. And, now that she has another man in her life, my submission has accelerated to hyper-speed. The same goes for her dominance.

If you're wondering who won the argument tonight, I'll give you three guesses. Of course, she won. Whenever I do get mad over her treatment of me, I always end up apologizing. She tells me, "you're the one who wanted things to be this way," and how can I argue with her? It's absolutely true.

When we first got together, I didn't tell her this was a bedroom game I'd like to play; I told her this was a complete, all-encompassing lifestyle. I told her I wanted to be her slave - for real.

I told her she need not respect my rights as a husband - or even my rights as a person. I told her not to worry about taking advantage of me. I told her it was what I needed.

Now that the fantasy has become reality, I have no right to complain to her about it. She's right - I did ask for it.

And, as I've said before, 90 percent of the time I'm very happy with how things have turned out. In fact, I feel incredibly lucky. I have a lot to be thankful for. I have a mistress who loves me as a treasured slave. I know she wants me to remain her faithful servant for as long as we live, and that fills me with a happy feeling.

But, every once in a little while, I'll think about the way my wife is dumping on me, and, instead of thinking submissive thoughts, I'll get angry.

Which means I've still got a ways to go to become the person I want to be. I know that total submission to my mistress is my goal, and I hope I can someday acheive that.

Sorry to spend so much time whining, but the best way I know of to work these things out is to put them into words. Also, I'd like to hear from others who may have thoughts about my situation, or who have faced similiar situations in their own relationships.

At any rate...thanks for being a shoulder to cry on!


c.w.


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Tuesday, October 24, 2000 1:33 a.m.
Another report to William. So, after all that bitching, later that night, I got the chance to tell him about more fun with my mistress...


Good evening, sir! My mistress was kind enough to allow me to worship her earlier tonight, and this is my report.

My mistress had two orgasms - one with my tongue, as usual, and one all by herself.

Mistress looked very beautiful tonight. She wore her pink nightgown, which shows off her cleavage nicely. While I worshiped her, my mistress watched a movie with a lesbian scene, which is probably her second-biggest turn-on (you know the first : ). Cassie loves to watch two girls making love, although she says she probably couldn't do it in real life.

Also, my mistress gave me an incredible treat tonight! She rubbed her pussy near my penis!!!! That's the closest I've gotten to actually being inside my mistress for months and months! She also sat on my face again, and I was flooded with gratitude.

My mistress is very much looking forward to your next rendezvous together, so if there's anything you might need me to do that will make it a more pleasant experience for both of you, I will be happy to do it.


Sincerely,

c.w.

* * *

Wednesday, October 25 2000 2:25 a.m.
Wednesday's report to William...


Sir, I am so very lucky - I have yet another wonderful evening with my mistress to report!

I guess Cassie is pleased with the way I've been serving her, because she's allowed me to worship her almost every night this week! I have been trying very hard to make her happy; yesterday, I shampooed all the carpets, and today, I cleaned the kitchen before she got home from work. I could tell she was pleased, which made me very happy.

At around 11:30 tonight, my mistress told me to put in the movie she was watching last night, the one with the lesbian scene. Later in the movie, a group of men come into the room and gang-bang one of the women (my mistress LOVES watching gang-bang scenes!!!).

Cassie must've felt particularly horny tonight, because she didn't even bother with a foot massage. She immediately told me to worship her - and then she had me lick her three times!

Sir, my mistress's first orgasm was HUGE! I thought she was going to break my neck, the way she was bouncing up and down! I hardly had a chance to rest before she told me to start licking her again. She had a second orgasm, but this one wasn't quite as intense.

Then she took a break and whipped me with the crop. She was really laying it on heavy tonight, sir, on both my ass and my leg, and I'm proud to report that I took it without whining. Mistress told me she is going to whip me even harder tomorrow night. She tells me I'm getting better at accepting pain.

When Cassie was finished whipping me, she told me to lick her for a third time. Instead of having me give her a rim job on the third try, my mistress told me to put my finger in her ass. She played with herself for quite awhile while I held my finger in place, but she couldn't reach orgasm. I felt guilty, like I had failed to please my mistress, but she didn't seem too upset.

Finally, my mistress told me I could play with myself. While I touched myself, she put her hand possessively on my forehead, and I felt extremely happy and fulfilled to be in her power.

Then, before she dismissed me, Cassie said, "you can report to William that you pleased me very good tonight."

So, in compliance with my mistress's wishes: I am happy to report to you that I pleased her very good tonight.

I hope my report pleases you, sir...

c.w.

* * *

Thursday, October 26 2000 6:55 p.m.
My mistress has an afternoon with her lover, as I describe to the group...


Hi, all. I just got a page a few minutes ago, as soon as I got home from work. It was Cassie.

Earlier today, she told me she would be leaving work early, so she and William could get a hotel room together, as planned. They only got to fuck one time Saturday night, and they were dying to get together again.

So, when I looked on my pager this evening and saw it was my wife, I knew what to expect.

Turns out, they tried to call me earlier when they were together in the hotel, but I hadn't gotten home yet. Cassie was brief when she just talked to me - she said they fucked, and that she'd had three orgasms. She said she was stopping off at the mall to get something to eat, and to go shopping for some sexy new lingerie, and that she would be home in a few hours.

My mind is in a whirl right now, so I don't know exactly what I'm thinking. I am very turned on, as you might expect...but I just had a hell of a tough day at work, so I haven't had the opportunity to really think about what my wife was doing too much. It did pop into my head a few times, to be sure, and I felt that now-familiar twinge shoot through my gut.

Well, I'd better get going. I want to have the house nice and clean by the time my wife gets home from a hard day of being fucked.

c.w.


* * *

Thursday, October 26 2000 10:23 p.m.
Same day, more details...

Well, my mistress came home around 8:30 tonight. I got her a glass of soda, and I sat at her feet while she kicked up the footstool on the recliner and relayed some of the details of her afternoon with William.

I was wrong in my earlier post - she didn't have three orgasms, she had FOUR!! I'm hoping she'll allow me to worship her tonight, but I doubt it after having four orgasms. I didn't want to ask her if she "wanted me" tonight, though; I was afraid she'd say no.

Basically, he fucked her twice, but only came once. She said they spent a lot of the time cuddling and talking about everything under the sun, from football to day care.

Cassie said she did talk a little about me. She told him, "I love him, and he's a good father, but he's my slave. That's how I've come to see him, and I can't change that after all these years."

William said when I first sent my response to his ad, explaining our marital situation, he didn't believe it. He said he's received a bunch of responses to his ad that turned out to be guys just looking for cyberporn, and he thought my letter was more of the same.

He also said he was VERY happy that he finally found a real couple in a mistress/slave relationship. As he told me during our first correspondence, he's very much turned on by this whole thing.

I guess I was moping around a little when my mistress first got home, because she got angry with me. "Why are you sulking around, acting like, 'poor me,' when you should be happy that I just had a wonderful time?!!?" she yelled. Of course, she's right. But I couldn't help feeling a little sorry for myself...

She looked so radiant...so IN CHARGE, in a way only a confident woman can be. She had this blase' look on her face, like a queen or something...a female lion, complete with mussed hair (it wasn't a total mess, but you could tell her 'do had been messed up). She KNOWS she is totally in charge of our household. She sees all this as her due.

Anyway, she's in the bedroom watching TV right now...I think she's going to want me to do her feet tonight, at least, because she said she lost a stocking in the hotel room, so she walked around the mall with only bare feet inside a fairly new pair of shoes. She said her feet hurt. (BTW, while at the mall, she bought two red pairs of panties, a green pair, and a black bra.)

Well, wish me luck! Maybe my mistress will want me to worship her tonight. If not, I'm still a happy slave.

c.w.


* * *

Friday, October 27, 2000 1:18 a.m.
Of course, I had to thank my wife's lover...

Sir, I would just like to say thank you for pleasing my mistress today. She was very happy when she got home tonight, as she deserves to be.

I hope you enjoyed your afternoon with my mistress, sir. Last night, before I went to bed, I ironed her clothes extra carefully, so she would look good for you. I don't know if you noticed, but my mistress's creases were SHARP!!!

My mistress didn't allow me to worship her tonight, because she said she was too wore out from being with you. However, she did allow me to give her a foot massage, and she even let me kiss her pussy. I hadn't seen how she'd shaved it for you; she shaved last night, and my mistress didn't want me last night. But, when I saw her pussy tonight, it looked utterly beautiful, and I was grateful she allowed me to kiss her there.

Then, Mistress told me I could play with myself while I looked at her pussy. She said I could cum, but I would have to say, "thank you, Mistress," while I was cumming. She put her foot on my head, which she often does while I play with myself. I made sure to thank my mistress while I was having my orgasm. Then, when I was finished, she rolled over and went to sleep.

Thank you very much once again....

c.w.

Hey c.w.!
I remember your old Yahoo group!
One of my first introductions to the word "cuckold" (if not the deed itself)
When my wife and I were involved, it was just swinging.

Thanks for reposting y'all's experiences with William.
You write well.

My own tastes are a bit softer.
Prefer Hotwifing with some mild cuckold tease on the side.

By the way, did you ever tape Cassie conversing on this.
Always found real wife audio and video hot!

Good to see you posting again.

Thanks CW! I used to enjoy your old ya-hell website and the work you put into it as well as your wonderful adventures. You have a great way with words. Thanks for sharing your adventures with us once again.

Les, I did tape an interview with Cassie (audio only), but I lost it when my old hard drive crashed.

Thanks for the kind words to everyone....I'll post a few more diary entries shortly...I assume there are members here who haven't seen this before.

wow, a real tour de force

c.w. that is a crying shame about the loss of the audio.
Bet it was good. Interview format sounds great.

Nothing like hearing a wife relating her experiences and desires in her own words.

If Cassie and you are so inclined, I'm sure you'd have an appreciative audience for a repeat.

Sunday, October 29 2000 12:50 a.m.
Another report to William...


Well, sir, I can tell winter is near, because ‘tis the season when my mistress has me worship her with my head under the covers.

That's what she did tonight. She had two orgasms, and I was very happy to be allowed to spend so much time between my mistress's legs. I haven't worshipped her in four or five days, and her beautiful pussy tasted divine, sir.

While I worshipped her, my mistress watched an interracial gang-bang movie. She had two very powerful orgasms tonight. Then, she rolled over and went to sleep. She did allow me to kiss her butt while I played with myself, for which I was very thankful.

Sir, my mistress looked very beautiful tonight. Earlier, we went to a Halloween party, and my mistress dressed up as a witch. She put on heavy, heavy makeup to go with the costume, and she looked very sexy. When we got home, she wore a black Harley Davidson tee-shirt to bed, with her red lace panties. The combination of heavy makeup, a black motorcycle tee-shirt and red panties gave her sort of a slutty look (I hope my mistress will forgive me for saying that, but I must tell the truth!).

Also, Mistress spent some time last night whipping me with both the crop and the new cat we got at the last party. The cat makes a lot of noise, but the crop hurts twice as much! She really hit me hard tonight, sir...I still have a few welts as a reminder. As far as being able to take it...well, I did pretty good, except once when she hit me really hard and I whined for a second.

That's tonight's report, sir. I hope it pleases you...


* * *

Sunday, October 29, 2000 4:15 p.m.
Cuckold thoughts on a Sunday afternoon, as shared with the group...


Hello, all. I'm sitting home alone, with only my thoughts and my old flea-bitten dog to keep me company.

No, Cassie isn't holed up in a hotel room somewhere, getting her brains fucked out - she's out grocery shopping. Yes, dominant, cuckolding wives DO go grocery shopping. I handle most of the chores around the house; in fact, I do ALL the cleaning and ironing. But she does more than her share of the chores - the stuff she LIKES to do, like grocery shopping, cooking and doing the laundry. (How anyone can enjoy laundry is beyond me, but she doesn't mind. If she didn't want to do it, she'd simply add that to my list of chores, believe me!!)

Anyway, I signed onto the 'Net, hoping I'd find a response from William to a report I sent him last night. As usual, though, there was nothing. Cassie says he shouldn't have to be bothered with responding to me, and I guess I understand.

I tell you, having to write these reports every time I spend time with my wife is very, very humbling. If you remember, it was William who ordered me to email a report to him every time I licked my mistress's pussy.

I can just see him now, reading these emails and chuckling to himself...then deleting the file and going on to other things. As I said earlier, he almost never responds to my reports, although he told Cassie he does enjoy them. He told her, "it's like I'm right there in the room with you." I feel the same way; I can't even worship my mistress without having to make mental notes about what I should report. And Cassie said she also thinks about the fact that I'm going to be reporting our activities...so, my wife's lover is permeating even our private time together.

It was a stroke of genius on his part; it makes us all think of each other, even when we're not together.

On another front...it's strange, but feel I'm slowly losing my ego. It's what Buddhist monks and others train themselves to do - lose their sense of self - and it's something that's happening to me, at least on a sexual plane.

Most men pride themselves on their sexual prowess...but, in a culture where sex is King, I have no sexual prowess. I might as well not even have a penis, as far as my wife is concerned. She's even said a few times, it's like I've been castrated.

Last night when I was under the covers worshipping my mistress, I was thinking about something Cassie said to William when we were in a hotel room together a few months back. I was licking her then, too, and she joked to William, "this is the only sex he ever gets - if you want to call this sex."

To which William replied, "Well, Bill Clinton says it isn't."

It was a good, off-the-cuff joke, but the statement is still true: I don't think you could call what I do "sex."

Perhaps it's a matter of semantics, and six months ago, I would've probably said so. However, since William came into the picture, I now know what REAL sex can be - the fluctuation from animal aggressiveness to tender kissing, hugging, and stroking; the subtle power exchanges, the give and take; the enjoyment of both body and soul; the striving by both partners to please the other...THAT'S what sex is.

What I do is a far cry from that. I'm like a human vibrator or something. My mistress snaps her fingers, and I unobtrusively crawl between her legs and lick her pussy, and she forgets about me. Hell, I don't even get the pleasure of licking her pussy to orgasm; 99 percent of the time, she'll let me lick her pussy for awhile, then she'll move her hand down and push my head out of the way - the signal for me to twist my neck around sideways and put my tongue in her asshole. She cums that way: by playing with herself while I give her a rim job. It's a rare treat for me to be able to worship her pussy until she reaches orgasm. So, even that basic pleasure is denied.

Throughout the entire process, not a word is said to me, unless my mistress orders me to change the movie, or get her another drink. Although she doesn't like me staring at her while I'm licking her pussy, I do sneak a peek up at my mistress from time to time...I'm so jealous of her, lying back with one arm comfortably resting on the pillow above her head, while she holds the remote control in the other hand...that totally superior, blase' look on her face. I often find myself wishing I'd have been born on the yin side of the universe, instead of constantly toiling under the yang. How must it feel?

It's been so long, I've forgotten what "normal" sex feels like. I've forgotten what it feels like to be in bed with a woman who wishes to please me. The tender, feminine touch of a lover is now a foreign concept.

And, of course, as the old joke goes, a blow job is out of the question. When I was young, I dated women who would give me oral sex...but it's been so long, I've totally forgotten what it feels like. And it's maddening, of course, to watch how much Cassie ENJOYS pleasing William that way. If I wasn't such a wimp, I'd be receiving that kind of sensual pleasure from my wife. Instead, I have to watch as another man enjoys what she won't give me.

It really makes me feel embarrassed to hear William describe how good my mistress sucks his dick. From my vantage point at the foot of their bed, I CAN SEE HOW GOOD SHE IS WITH MY OWN EYES!! God, I've never seen a more beautiful sight in my life: My wife - the mother of my child - with a big, black dick in her mouth...her alabaster hands resting on his dark torso...her long, silky, light-brown hair cascading across his thighs....damn, I'm getting horny!

Let me shut up now, before I have an accident.... : )

peace,

c.w.


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Monday, October 30, 2000 3:02 a.m.
Another report to William...

Sir, here's my report from Sunday night. First of all, my mistress was in a bad mood. I don't know why, but whatever I did seemed to annoy her. I tried to serve her as best I could, but nothing seemed to work. My mistress was very hard to appease tonight, sir, and she slapped me hard across the face a couple times when I did something to displease her. Mistress told me she knew she was being hard on me...but that's her right, so I just kept my mouth shut and tried to accommodate her.

I think she was happy with the way I worshipped her tonight, though - in fact, I know she was, because she said so. She came twice, watching yet another gangbang movie. She wore a burgandy shirt she'd worn during the day, and light green panties.

My mistress was kind enough to show me some attention tonight, too. After she had her orgasms, she teased me, sticking out her tongue and pretending to give a blow job. "Can you imagine that?" she asked with a wicked smile on her face. "Can you even imagine what that feels like? Of course you can't."

Just watching my mistress got me all excited and I guess that pissed her off, too, because she slapped me hard across the face. "You ARE imagining it!" she said. "How dare you imagine your mistress sucking your little dick!!!"

As I said, she was in a petulent mood tonight, sir!!!!

Then, when my mistress was tired of teasing me, she rolled over on her side, with her legs tucked under her, and told me to give her a rim job. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face deep into her ass, and I tried my best to give her a good rim job, while she kept pushing my nose deeper and deeper.

She told me to hurry up and cum, because she didn't want to be bothered with me. So, with my nose and my tongue buried in my mistress's ass, I played with myself and came. Then Cassie went to sleep.

That's tonight's report, sir. I hope it pleases you...

c.w.

p.s. Mistress and I were talking earlier tonight, and I told her if you can possibly get away for one night within the next couple weeks (on the weekend), I would be happy to set up a surprise evening for the two of you. I never did give you guys the "birthday present" I said I would, and I would be honored to really go all-out to make the evening special, with little surprises you might enjoy, like candles, champagne, and anything else I can think of that would please you.

You two can go out and have a nice dinner, and when you get back, I can have lots of things ready that will make your lovemaking a more erotic experience. I don't know...it's just an idea. Cassie told me to run it by you, and see what you said, sir...

Friday, November 3, 2000 9:22 a.m.
Another chat with "A"


A: Hey! All well?

Cwcobblest: Called in sick again today....

Cwcobblest: got a cold

A: I had one two weeks ago. Just getting over it.

A: So, what else is new?

Cwcobblest: Nothing much here...

Cwcobblest: I cleaned the house real good yesterday, in the hopes Cassie would allow me to spend some time with her...but she wasn't feeling good, and went to sleep real early.

Cwcobblest: This morning, she woke me up like she always does: "Get up! You've got ironing to do!"

A: Where do you see you guys in 10 years?

Cwcobblest: Ten years? Wow, it's hard to say...our boy will be 13 then...she'll be pushing 50....gosh, I can't really tell you. I think things may stay about how they are - I mean, once your wife totally sees you as her slave, what else can change? She already has me do whatever she wants me to do - or not do.

A: But

A: things are different NOW than they were 5 years ago,

A: one year ago,

A: six MONTHS ago.

A: Change is at the CORE of all this.

Cwcobblest: You're right.

A: See, this is where other people -- you included, sometimes --

A: miss things.

Cwcobblest: What's that?

A: You don't really figure that

A: just as things GOT to the point they got to today,

A: they will GET to the point they are going tomorrow.

A: If you are at the 30 yardline today,

A: you will DEFINITELY be at a different point next year,

A: Revolution doesn't STOP happening.

A: it is just called "evolution."

A: You are MORE of a slave today.

A: Correct, than you were

A: last year?

Cwcobblest: Sure.

A: Why wouldn't you expect that it will:

A: a. disappear totally

A: b. get worse

A: c.w. get better

A: ?

A: Things NEVER stay the same.

A: In ANYthing.

A: ROCKS don't stay the same.

Cwcobblest: Right...

Cwcobblest: My point is, if I'm on the merry-go-round at an amusement park, should I worry about the fact that it's going to stop (change), or just enjoy the ride?

A: To me,

A: the anticipation IS the merry go round.

A: And for YOU,

A: it has been as well.

A: All along.

A: Correct?

Cwcobblest: Sure...

Cwcobblest: Not, however, the anticipation that this is going to change...at least negatively. However, Cassie did say something interesting to me awhile back, and has since reiterated it....

A: go on.

Cwcobblest: She said an ideal situation when our boy grows up would be for her to find a live-in lover...and have me live there in a guest room and serve them.

Cwcobblest: Now, THAT, I can have fun anticipating!!!

A: Your boy will not be out of the house until she is almost 60.

A: Just a little reality check.

A: You will be living this life

A: for the next 20 years,

A: and -- believe me -- there will be MANY changes.

A: And your son will probably catch wind, which you should be prepared for.

Cwcobblest: Well, I don't think so. As I've posted in the group, kids don't necessarily have to know anything.

Cwcobblest: Why do you say that? You don't think it's possible to hide this lifestyle from your kids?

A: Not if you are "real."

Cwcobblest: I'm sure my son will grow up to see that I'm the one who does things around the house, and that she's the head of the household. As far as her having a lover, though...I think that can be covered up easliy.

A: Covered up, maybe,

A: easily, probably not.

Cwcobblest: Did you read my post to the group about all this?

A: Probably not.

Cwcobblest: About the domme who was SURE her grown kids knew about her lifestyle...then, when she finally talked to them, they said they were shocked.

A: Granted.

Cwcobblest: She told Cassie and me she was POSITIVE they knew

A: You are a bright guy.

Cwcobblest: Some days more than others : )

A: Your wife is whip smart

A: Your son will be VERY perceptive. Don't count on him NOT knowing.

A: Meaning,

A: live your life. IT is the

A: only way to do it.

A: If he knows,

A: he knows.

Cwcobblest: You have to be careful, I know.

A: People will be a LOT more accepting

A: of power exchange and alternative relationships in the future

A: than they are now.

Cwcobblest: As I said, I'm sure he'll quite naturally pick up on the fact that I'm subserviant to his mommy...although we never do it blatantly out in the open. But, I really do think we'll be able to hide her lover(s). Periodic nights away from home are easily explained.

A: What I am saying is that

A: if Cassie is geared toward the idea of a lover

A: then

A: it would seem to me that her urge

A: will come to greater fruition

A: much earlier than 17 years from now.

Cwcobblest: I other words, she'll want it more often?

A: c.w., I think that you will have to

A: face up to the Pandora's box that has been opened.

Cwcobblest: In what way?

A: She went from NOTHING four months ago,

A: the escalation has been wonderful.

A: Check your graph, however.

A: Boom.

A: Now, to keep things at THIS level

A: will be difficult.

Cwcobblest: I wouldn't say she went from nothing four months ago...it was an idea she had been warming up to for a long time.

A: William will not last forever.

A: And eventually, my guess would be,

A: you will find (because you ALWAYS work "with" her in this)

A: a single lover with whom she connects,

A: and wants to spend a LOT of time with.

A: You are NOT her lover.

A: You know that.

Cwcobblest: That's most definitely probable.

Cwcobblest: But, I think her desire to be a good mom will outweigh her carnal desires...and probably, she'll curb her liasons somewhat. Only 3 times a week, maybe...?

A: Listen to what you are saying.

A: Three times a week

A: THAT is a lot.

A: Yes,

A: she WILL be a good mom.

Cwcobblest: I know...but I'm sure, as you say, she'll get to that point.

A: But if she wants a lover,

A: he may also want HER,

A: and want to live with her.

A: There are ways to work that out.

A: Both of us know that.

Cwcobblest: Sure...one thing's for sure: It'll work out one way or another.

A: What I am saying is that

A: where there is a lover,

A: there is a HUGE chance for

A: emotional connection.

A: And here is the crux:

A: To keep them apart creates even GREATER passion.

A: So, if they are kept apart by a kid, a husband,

A: etc.

A: you need to

A: probably see that that doesn't happen.

A: Otherwise, it will erode what you and Cassie have.

A: It is a monster that YOU will create by keeping them apart if THAT is what is in the cards.

Cwcobblest: Hell, I don't know....as of now, it's a fun adventure for us...and, no, it isn't only about sex with William...it's about her being able to interact with someone in a normal, romantically-mature manner. She's definitely seeking emotional fulfillment as well.

Cwcobblest: Does that threaten me? No.

A: It shouldn't

A: You are secure,

A: in your love.

Cwcobblest: For some reason, Cassie NEEDS me there as her servant as much as she needs someone to hug and laugh with - and, of course fuck

A: Yes.

A: You are 100% right.

Cwcobblest: I'd bet the farm that she would never give up having a slave.

Cwcobblest: She LOVES this power...it's incredible. Especially the power that comes from having a lover to dangle under my nose. You should see the look in her eyes, Art, when she teases me about him. It's fucking amazing.

A: Exactly.

A: She NEEDS a slave.

A: BUT, having this dual need means that she ALSO may need an "equal" bed partner every night.

A: And that ain't you, my friend.

A: Do you sleep cuddling?

Cwcobblest: Oh, yes.

A: Well, that is good.

A: Then there might be hope

Cwcobblest: Often, though - as I did last night - I'll spend the night with my face on her ass.

A: She might only NEED it as "sex" a few times a week.

A: You will need to find out if she is conflicted at all. . .if SHE sees that her needs may come into conflict.

Cwcobblest: She said something the other day that was significant, I think, as a peek into her mindset:

A: go on.

Cwcobblest: "When I know I'm going to get together with William, I can't think of anything else. But, when we're not together, I don't think about him all the time like I did at first."

Cwcobblest: I'll bet, during those times I think about him more than Cassie does!!!

A: LOL

A: Interesting.

A: Anyway, you see my point.

Cwcobblest: William is PERFECT for her emotionally, sexually, etc.

A: Anyway, save this chat for your diary.
A:

Cwcobblest: I think it's a keeper!!!

Saturday, November 4, 2000 3:26 a.m.

Good morning, sir...I worked very hard to please my mistress today. Earlier in the day, I scrubbed the bathroom until it was spic and span. I then cleaned my mistress's bedroom. (Mistress is such a SLOB!!! : ) She just throws things everywhere and counts on me to come clean up after her - which, of course, I always do.

Anyway, Mistress was very happy when she got home from work and saw much I'd done around the house. I always feel so proud when I get praise from her!!!

My heart jumped for joy when she called me into the bedroom at around midnight. I gave my mistress her usual foot massage, then I worshipped her while she read a Variations.

Mistress had a HUGE orgasm, sir, then she told me to kiss her ass while I played with myself. Well, after just a few minutes of that, my mistress had a second orgasm, and this one was bigger than the first. My mistress came - without even touching herself - while I gently kissed her butt. Then she gave me permission to play with my "little dick," as she calls it. I had my orgasm while my mistress went to sleep.

That's my report for tonight, sir. I hope it pleases you.

Respectfully,

c.w.

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Sunday, Nov. 5 2000 9:00 a.m.

Good morning, sir. Today I have two reports for you - one from last night, and another encounter this morning.

Last night, my mistress called me into the bedroom at around 1 a.m. She was feeling particularly mean for some reason, sir. She put her red panties on my face and teased me. She even put her mouth near my dick - so close, I could feel her breath!!! She likes to tease me like that, and tell me how she'll never put her mouth on my dick - but how she LOVES giving you oral pleasure.

Then she told me to stand at the foot of the bed and she whipped me with the black riding crop. She really hit me hard a couple times. Afterward, she said, "you can tell William in your report that I got that ass good."

Then, my mistress started playing with her pussy with the handle of the crop. It looked very erotic, sir, with the black leather and silver-tipped handle moving in and around her beautiful pussy.

Finally, she told me to put in her favorite movie and lick her. I stayed down there for a very long time, and my mistress had two of the biggest orgasms I've ever seen. My neck is still very sore, because of how violently she was bouncing up and down. But I have to keep my tongue in her ass while she's having her orgasm, no matter what. Early on in my training, I moved my head and my mistress was furious! Let me tell you - I've never made that mistake again!!!

After Mistress came down from her orgasm, she told me she was going to sleep, and that I could cum if I wanted to. But I was tired, so I fell right asleep.

Then, this morning, we woke up around 8:00, and my mistress asked me if I came last night. I said no, and she told me I could touch myself. She started playing with herself, too, and the next thing you know, my face was again between my mistress's legs.

Well, her orgasm this morning was probably bigger than the ones last night! I don't know why, but for the past week or so, my mistress's orgasms have been stronger than usual.

My mistress told me later that while I was licking her, she was fantasizing about you and her in the Schvitz or at the swingers' dance. She said the idea of doing nasty things in front of other people really makes her hot!!! So does the prospect of watching others in action.

Anyway, after my mistress came, she rolled over and told me to give her a rim job while I played with myself. I did as I was told. Finally, I asked if I could cum, too. She said yes.

Within seconds, I ejaculated. Then I thanked my mistress for allowing me to worship her.

She said, "you're welcome, c.w. - now go get me a glass of pop."


Well, sir, that's my report for the day. I hope it pleases you.

respectfully,

c.w.

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Tuesday, November 7, 2000 2:08 p.m.

Hello, sir...Sorry I'm a little late reporting my encounter with my mistress last night. My sleeping schedule is out of whack, because I have to work all night tonight. I probably won't get off work until 4 or 5 in the morning.

Anyway, my mistress had me worship her last night while she read a Variations mag. I don't know what's gotten into her lately, but she has been having really big orgasms over the past few weeks. She had another big one tonight.

Last night she wore my favorite nightgown, a pink silk teddy. She looked so sexy, sir...as you would say: "DAYUM!" : )

After she had her orgasm, Mistress hit me in the leg with the wood back-scratcher a number of times. I think I'm definitely getting better at taking pain, sir, because I hardly winced. My mistress told me she was proud of me.

She's probably going to start her period in the next day or so, so I won't have anything to report.

But, this is my belated report from Monday night, sir. I hope it pleases you...

c.w.

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Wednesday, November 15 2000 9:12 a.m.

Good morning, sir. I only have a few minutes before I go to work, but I wanted to report that Cassie is off her period, and I got to worship her last night. She was wearing a red silky nightie, and she looked pretty as usual. She was a little angry with me, because I was lying on the couch when she got home, and I hadn't cleaned the house. Consequently, she told me I couldn't play with myself, and after she had her orgasm, she went to sleep. So I'm very horny as I'm writing this! Hopefully, she'll let me cum tonight...I'll make sure I get the house cleaned when I come home from work.


c.w.

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Thursday, November 16, 2000 2:25 a.m.

Hello, sir. Tonight, my mistress allowed me to worship her again. She had two orgasms, and the second one was amazing...she kept cumming and cumming for probably a full minute. I couldn't believe how long her orgasm was!

I was good, and I cleaned the house today when I got home from work, so she allowed me to cum after she was satisfied.

I hope she'll allow me to worship her again tomorrow.

c.w.

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Saturday, November 18, 2000 3:38 a.m.

Good morning, sir...earlier tonight, I worshipped my mistress, and her pussy tasted wonderful as usual. She was feeling a little chilly, so she had me go under the covers while I pleasured her with my tongue.

My mistress gave me a big treat tonight - she put my dick right up against her pussy! Of course, she was just teasing me, and she didn't allow me to put it inside her...but, still, it was the closest I've come to fucking my wife in nearly a year!

Sir, I must confess...sometimes, I want so badly to be able to fuck my mistress - but she says I'll get spoiled if she lets me. She maintains that she doesn't want me as a lover; she continues to hammer home the point that she just doesn't see me sexually the way she sees other men. After all these years, she says she couldn't take me seriously if I tried to take control and fuck her. She'd probably laugh at me.

And, as I've said before, the last few times she DID let me try to fuck her, I kept going soft, anyway. I guess after all this time of being subservient to her in the bedroom, I've become intimidated by her sexuality.

Oh, well...as you know, being denied like this turns me on - although sometimes I wish it didn't. I will always envy guys like you, who know how to give a woman a good fucking.

Well, sir, that's my report. I hope it pleases you...

c.w.



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Thursday, November 23, 2000 1:00 a.m.

Good evening, sir. My mistress was very horny tonight. She said she enjoyed your conversation earlier today, and she was clearly excited about the possibility of getting together with you soon.

Tonight, I gave Cassie her usual foot massage, then she had me put in a movie (the one with the black-and-white couples on the beach). She laid on her side and watched the movie for about 15 minutes, while I gave her a soft rim-job.

Before she had me worship her pussy, my mistress told me to get her crop. Then she whipped me for awhile, but, thankfully, not too hard. I think she was just enjoying her power, without wanting to exert herself too much.

Finally, she had me worship her, and she had a very, VERY intense orgasm. Before she went to sleep, she told me I had to wait until tomorrow before I could have an orgasm. So, here I am, ready to bust.

That's my report for tonight, sir. I hope it pleases you.

c.w.

Friday, November 24, 2000 1:25 a.m.

Hello, friends. Well, like most people in the United States, I am sitting here stuffed to the gills, having ate way too much turkey, mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie. Cassie and I had a nice Thanksgiving dinner with our family, and all is right with the world.

Perhaps it's a bit corny in this era of cynicism to say thanks on Thanksgiving...but I'm feeling a tad corny anyway, so what the hell. I DO have a lot to be thankful for. All my fantasies have come true, sexual and otherwise. I have a family that loves me. I have a good job.

Oh, and there's one more thing to be thankful for: Cassie and William are planning to meet next week.

Let me tell you how easy it is to forget how lucky I am. Just last night, when Cassie came home from work, she informed me that she'd talked to William on the phone earlier in the day. She further informed me that they'd made plans for one of their "long lunches"; they'll both leave work around 3:00 and spend the remainder of the afternoon together in a hotel room fucking their brains out.

Well, I had been hoping that I could be included the next time they got together. Things have been hectic for everyone lately, and it's been more than a month since we last hooked up. So, when my mistress told me that they'd made plans to meet without me, I got a bit upset.

Of course, Cassie picked up on it immediately, and she wasted no time setting me straight. She explained that this now-steady affair with William was for HER, not for me, and that my little attitude was intruding on her happiness. She was right, of course; I should've been happy that my mistress was going to see her lover again.

Instead, I was too busy focusing on the negative, when I should've been thankful for my numerous blessings. My wife has a lover, and she wants to spend time with him alone. That's not a negative; not when viewed from the vantage point of a submissive who has dedicated his life to making his mistress happy.

I realize that my situation is a lifelong fantasy for thousands of other men. A lot of guys would kill to be in the position I'm in. So, what was I upset about?

Upon further reflection, I've decided that I'm not upset any more. I'm glad my mistress will have the opportunity to spend time with William next week. Sure, I had hoped I could be there, too...but I can't. My mistress has spoken, and that's that. So, instead of being despondent, I'm going to turn this into a positive. I'm going to work extra hard to make my mistress happy in the days ahead, so she can go to her lover relaxed and content.

And, as usual, when she gets home from an afternoon of hot sex, she will find her house spic and span, and her devoted husband waiting for her with a drink in his hand.

After she gets home, and we settle back into our normal routine, I promise I will take time out and say thanks for having such a beautiful, sexy and wonderful mistress.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

c.w.


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Wednesday, November 29, 2000 2:13 a.m.

Good morning, sir. My mistress allowed me to worship her twice tonight, while she watched one of her movies. Tonight, she had on a red teddy, and she looked beautiful in the candlelight. After my mistress had her second orgasm, she rolled over and went to sleep. I am happy to report that my mistress seemed satisfied with my service.
Sincerely,
c.w.
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Tuesday, December 5, 2000 6:52 p.m.

Hello, sir. Last night was the first time in nearly a week my mistress has allowed me to worship her. I've been down with a massive flu that had me on my ass for almost the entire week, and she didn't want to catch it. So, even after I got better, Cassie made me wait a few days before she'd let me anywhere near her.

Therefore, I was quite happy when she told me she wanted me last night! The "clock is ticking" so to speak, because she's due to start her period any day now, so I was relieved that she allowed me to worship her.

I tried my very best to please her, and I think I did. I worshipped my mistress in the usual way, except, instead of giving her a rim job, she told me to put my finger in her ass while she played with herself. That drives her crazy, sir! She had a very, very powerful orgasm. She even paid a little attention to me (stroking my hair, and things like that; nothing really sexual). Then she went to sleep. I didn't get permission to cum last night, so I am writing this in a VERY horny state!

That's my report from last night, sir. I hope it pleases you,

Sincerely,

c.w.

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Sunday, December 17 2000 11:39 a.m.

Hello, sir. Well, my mistress and I haven't been able to get together much lately, due to a number of reasons. But last night, she finally told me to "get my ass into the bedroom," to put it in her words.

She told me she wanted a long foot massage. She wants me to use a special lotion on her heels, so the rough skin wouldn't scratch you when you two get together this week. She said she wants me to put the lotion on her heels every night until your meeting, so her feet will be nice and soft for you. "I don't want my rough heels scratching William's back," she said. Mistress told me remind her every night this week about her foot massage, so she doesn't forget. "If you forget to remind me, you're going to be in serious trouble," she told me. Somehow, I get the feeling she's not kidding!!!

Last night, when I finished giving her foot massage, Mistress had me worship her while she read a book and watched a movie. Then she whipped me with her crop. She said I'm out of practice and she needs to toughen me up.

Then, after she whipped me, she had me give her a second orgasm. This time, she told me to put my finger in her ass while she played with her pussy.

Before she went to sleep, she told me to tell you she can't wait to get together with you this week. She also told me to report to you that I did a good job serving her, and that I didn't whine when she whipped me.

I hope I'll be able to join you and my mistress this week, although I don't know if I can. We're kind of short-handed at work, and I just took a few days off when I had the flu. I'll probably be able to get off a little early, but I don't know for sure. In any case, I really appreciate the two of you allowing me to serve you while you enjoy each other. I hope I can make it...

Well, that's my report from last night, sir. I hope it pleases you. There'll probably be another report forthcoming, since my mistress said she wanted me to serve her tonight.

I'll keep my fingers crossed...

c.w.


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Tuesday, December 19, 2000 4:36 p.m.

I look forward to your reports c.w.. Keep up your special treatment of your mistress[I know she is very horny!! because I am!!!!] . I will call and talk to her. I just jumped online to quickly check my Email. I will be in touch.
-William-

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Saturday, December 23, 2000 12:17 p.m.

Hello, sir. My mistress allowed me to serve her last night, and she worked me pretty hard.
I was very tired last night, but I tried not to let her notice. She gets mad if I'm unable to serve her properly, and being tired is not a valid excuse.

Cassie was really mean to me last night. Once, she slapped me hard across the face because I forgot to thank her after she touched my dick. She says I must thank her for that honor, which doesn't come very often.

Mistress had me give her a long foot massage while she watched her "Black Studs" movie. Then, she had me worship her beautiful pussy. I licked my mistress to two orgasms. Then, as usual, she allowed me to play with myself for awhile until she got bored and went to sleep.

I sometimes wish my mistress would pay attention to me the way she does with you. But she's a completely different woman when she is with you, sir. I guess after all these years, she's just used to having me serve her, so she takes me totally for granted. She hardly even touches me any more, and when she does, it's only for a few seconds. Other than those brief few seconds, that's the only sexual attention I get. She always teases me and tells me my hand is my best friend.

I haven't had intercourse with my mistress once since she met you, and I don't see it happening any time in the near future. Now that she's been with you, it would probably be useless for me to try to have sex with her. I know she wouldn't enjoy it as much, and she'd be fantasizing about you anyway. Sir, I can't even tell you how long it's been since I've had sex with my wife...it had been months before we even met you. So it's probably been about a year, maybe even more.

In the old days, she used to pay more attention to me, but the longer we stay together, the more she treats me like I'm not even in the room. I know you don't know anything about this, sir, but sometimes it can be tough being a submissive. However, I'm not complaining...for whatever reason, this is who I am, and I know I couldn't live without it. I'm very thankful that I have such a wonderful mistress, who allows me to serve her.

Still, it can be difficult to realize that my wife doesn't have any respect for me sexually. Mistress has a lot of lust inside her...it's just that she doesn't feel that way toward me. As far as she's concerned, I might as well be a eunuch.

I can't wait for the day I will be allowed to see my mistress and you together again...although it makes me feel somewhat jealous to see my own wife doing things with you that she'd never dream of doing with me, it also turns me on very much, obviously.

Well, enough rambling. I won't bore you any longer. This wraps up my report from last night, sir. I hope it pleases you...

c.w.

Thursday, December 28, 2000 7:25 p.m.

Hello, sir. Here's my report from last night...

My mistress was very sexy last night in her red silk teddy. She skipped her usual foot massage because she was horny and wanted to "get right to it." She watched a movie with two lesbians while I worshipped her, and it took only a few minutes for her to have her first orgasm. She had me continue licking her without a break, and I worshipped her for about a half hour before she told me to stop. She said she wasn't up to another orgasm, but I felt like it was my fault; that I hadn't worshipped her good enough or something.

Then, my mistress told me I would have to wait before I could touch myself. I had a hard time getting to sleep last night because I was so horny! I still haven't been given permission to play with myself, so as I type this, I'm frustrated out of my mind!

That's my report, sir...I hope it pleases you...

c.w.



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Friday, December 29, 2000 2:49 a.m.


Good morning, sir. Here's my report from earlier tonight...

While I was giving my mistress a foot massage, she said she'd like to try having me do her feet while you licked her. She said that would feel good.

I worshipped my mistress to a strong orgasm tonight, sir. Then she said I could cum, which I did in about four strokes!!! She went to sleep, and I slinked off to surf the net...

I hope this report pleases you...

c.w.

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Sunday, December 31, 2000 2:26 p.m.

Hello, sir. My mistress allowed me to worship her last night, and hopefully we'll ring in the New Year with more time spent together tonight. Cassie said she might allow me to spend time with her again tonight, but she said I would have to clean the house first.

Nothing really out of the ordinary happened last night...she read her magazine while I worshipped her, and, as per usual, she totally ignored me while I pleasured her with my mouth. Then, after she had her orgasm, she let me play with myself while she laughed at me for being such a wimp. Just about par for the course, as far as our sex life goes.

Sir, my mistress is getting SO HORNY!!! It's been so long since she's been fucked, and I know she is aching to feel you inside her once again.

Lately, Cassie has been teasing me about being unable to fuck her. She likes to spread her legs and tell me, "look, c.w., don't you think my pussy would look good with a dick in it?" Of course, she knows I can't do that, because, even when she did let me fuck her, I would always go soft. It can be very frustrating to see my wife kicked back on the bed with her legs wide open, with a cocky look on her face, telling me what a wimp I am because I can't fuck her. Sometimes when she gets like that, part of me wishes I could be a real man and fuck that cocky look right off her face. But, of course, I cannot.

I hope we can all get together sometime soon...I know circumstances haven't been good for either of us, but perhaps we can swing something in the near future.

That's my report from last night, sir. I hope it pleases you...

Happy New Year!

Sincerely,

c.w.


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Tuesday, January 2, 2001 4:29 p.m.
A letter from William, bearing good tidings - he wants to get together!!

I want you to call the club and get details on how your Mistress and I can attend this weekend. What are the details? Do we need a reservation number or what? Send me the details on what you find. Cassie told me that you have a website?! I would also want information on how I can access it. I plan on working Cassie over BIG TIME!!! this weekend. I hope you can serve us both. I plan on giving her what she deserves...over and over....! I also have a nasty surprise for her that I'm sure you will enjoy.

-William-

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Wednesday, January 1, 2001 10:38 p.m.
An email to "A"...

Well, buddy, it looks like everything's set. We're gonna all hook up Saturday.
The babysitter's lined up, Cassie has an appointment at the beauty salon, and I have my orders from my wife's lover: I am to bring the VCR - and the VIDEO CAMERA!!!
Gulp!!!!
I guess the plan is for us to drop off our son around 3 or 4. Then, I'll go get the hotel room ready. I don't know if he'll meet us there or what...but around 7, Cassie and William are going to go to the swinger's club, that place I told you about.
Meanwhile, I'll be cooling my heels in the hotel room. I'm going go out of my mind waiting for them, I know!!!
Then, when they get back, I imagine they'll engage in one of their all-night fuckfests. It's been sooooo long, and they're both quite horny. In email he sent, he told me he was going to fuck my mistress "over and over."
And, this time....he wants me to film it!!!!
Well, that's the plan, anyway. I'm hoping it works out as good as I anticipate...
Take care,

c.w.

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Friday, January 5, 2001 12:35 a.m.
We make our plans for the upcoming weekend...

Good evening, sir! My mistress told me she spoke with you on the phone today, and that you wanted directions to the club. Here are some of the details you wanted:

* Phone number: XXX-XXXX

* Address: XXXX

* Open for couples on Fridays and Saturdays, 7 p.m. - 2 a.m.

* Cost: $60 per couple

* Directions: Take XXXXX to XXXXX and turn right. Go three stop signs to XXXXX and turn left. It's on the left hand side.

I don't know if you're going to be coming from your house or what, so I'm sorry I don't have directions from the north. It sounds like it should be easy to find, though.

Sir, I look forward to serving you and my mistress Saturday, and I will do my best to make you comfortable in any way I can.

By the way, here's the URL to my website, as you ordered. I hope you don't laugh too hard...it's kind of embarrassing to have you go there...but here goes:

ONElist : cwcobblestone

Sincerely,

c.w.

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Friday, January 5, 2001 12:20 a.m.
Letter to the group

Well, friends, it looks like a go: Cassie, William and I are planning to get together Saturday!!! It's been a looonnnnggg time coming, and they are both hot for each other.

And - get this - William wants me to bring our VIDEO CAMERA!!! I can't believe it!!! Even more unbelievable, Cassie agreed to it without batting an eyelash!!! So, we'll have a tape of my mistress
getting fucked!!! I hope my hand doesn't shake too much - I'm assuming it's going to be my job to do the filming!!! : )

The plan is, we'll all get together around 5. Then, they're going to a public swinger's club. Meanwhile, my job is to get the hotel room ready for them...and wait. My mistress had given me permission to join them at the swinger's place, but the club has a couples-only rule. Isn't that kind of ironic? Because of the couples-only rule, I can't attend with my wife!

But, we all know the real deal. I don't deserve to go, not if it means my mistress' lover can't go. That goes without saying!

Then, when they get back to the hotel...well, here's William's version of what he sees happening. He sent me this email the other day:

<< I want you to call the club and get details on how your Mistress and I can attend this weekend. What are the details? Do we need a reservation number or what? Send me the details on what you find. Cassie told me that you have a website?! I would also want information on how I can access it. I plan on working Cassie over BIG TIME!!! this weekend. I hope you can serve us both. I plan on giving her what she deserves...over and over....! I also have a nasty surprise for her that I'm sure you will enjoy.>>


I'm going out of my mind, wondering what this surprise could be!!! But, Cassie is blase' about the whole thing. I'm more excited than she is!! But I know she's looking forward to it. She's just being her normal, mistress self. Well, she won't be that way when she gets around him, I can assure you!!!

I'm also a little nervous about having him come onto this website. I've poured out all my emotions here over the past few months...not to mention my stories, which involve all sorts of humiliating things I'm afraid to have him read!!! I don't think I could ever look him in the eye after he read something like "Sissy Maid Husband"!!!! Can you imagine???

But, I HAVE to send him the URL. It was a direct order. And, then, when he comes here, he's going to probably end up reading this message, too!

Oh, well. What I write here is the truth, and I guess I have to stand by it...right? Right.

So, if you're reading this, sir, I hope you aren't offended by anything I've written, and I hope this site pleases you. And thank you very much for visiting, sir.

Sincerely,

c.w.

Saturday, January 6, 2000 4:06 p.m.
A letter to the egroup...

I'm sitting here nervous as a cat, waiting for tonight. Cassie has gone shopping, and then we're going to meet up with William. It's been a hectic morning, and I really haven't had time to think about it much today. But, now that things have calmed down, and the hour is getting closer, I'm getting that icy feeling in my stomach again!!

I'm kind of tired - I got up at 6 this morning - but, maybe I'll be able to get a nap at the hotel, while I'm waiting for Cassie and William to come back from the swinger's club. It depends what their orders are. If they want me to do a bunch of running around, I'm cooked! I'll have to brew a cup of coffee, because it's probably gonna be another all-nighter! At least, that's what we're hoping for!
Well, wish us luck! I promise I'll post all the details as soon as I can.

c.w.

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Saturday, January 6, 2001 6:21 p.m.
A chat with "A" before the big night begins...


A: Dum de dum dum . . . .

A: (That's the DRAGNET Theme, pal.)

A: So, fill me in . .

Cwcobblest: well, she's shopping right now, buying a sexy robe for the swingers' club...

Cwcobblest: ...but it's getting late. Looks like we're not gonna get together at the time planned.

A: What time does the evening start.?

Cwcobblest: Don't know...

Cwcobblest: It was supposed to start about 6, but that ain't gonna happen now. It's been a crazy day.

A: Are you nervous?

Cwcobblest: Oh, yes.

Cwcobblest: He's already a member of the egroup...he told Cassie he's been reading all the posts.

Cwcobblest: So, he knows everything about me now.

Cwcobblest: That's the phone! Hang on a few minutes!

Cwcobblest: That was Cassie on the phone; she just talked to William. He's at work; he's leaving in 15 minutes to pick up a robe...

Cwcobblest: It's looking like we'll get together around 7:30 - 8:00. He was supposed to email me to tell me what refreshments to bring...but I haven't heard from him yet.

A: IS SHE nervous?

Cwcobblest: She doesn't seem to be.

Cwcobblest: It's been a hectic day, so we haven't had much of a chance to talk about it, or think about it.

Cwcobblest: (BTW, he said he has a tripod!!)

A: Perfect.

A: Hope you get to keep the tape.

Cwcobblest: I think we will get to keep it. I'm sure of it.

A: Shame we aren't closer geogrpahically.

A: Would LOVE to see it. . .

Cwcobblest: I know...maybe I'll get some software, where you can obscure all our faces, and post a few mpegs.

A: Wow.


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Saturday, January 6, 2001 11:17 p.m.
Halfway into our adventure: A quicky entry into my diary....

I only have time to post a quick note. I just ran home from the hotel, which is only about five miles from our house. Before William and Cassie left for the swingers’ club, William mentioned that he was going to have to stop at the store to get something to drink. I reminded him that there was a bunch of his vodka still at our house left over from the last time we got together, and I asked if he’d like for me to run home and get it for him while he and Cassie were gone. He said yes, and told me to pick him up some cranberry juice while I was at it..
Right now, they’re at the club...I don’t know when they’ll be getting back. But I’ve got to go, so I can get the hotel room cleaned up for them by the time they get back. Just wanted to drop a quick note while I was at home getting his vodka.
As they were leaving, I told them, “have fun.” William said, “oh, we will.” Plus, I’m going to be punished tonight, because I accidentally broke my mistress’ wooden cane. They should be back around 1 or so...it’s after 11 now...gotta go...
c.w.

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Sunday, January 7, 2001 2:44 p.m.
Another wild night...

Well, it's official: my wife's pussy now belongs to William. He broke the news to me last night, just before he fucked her for the second time.

That’s right - last night was fantastic, I'm happy to report. It was everything I'd hoped it would be. My mistress and William had an incredible erotic adventure at the swingers’ club, and when they returned, I was given the privilege of serving them while they got re-acquainted on the hotel bed. I’m also happy to report that this morning, my mistress told me I did a very good job tending to their needs! Her praise made me glow inside. I’m glad I was able to be useful to them.

More news: William will likely be reading this report. He joined the group a few days ago, and has been going through the messages. So, everybody please welcome my wife’s lover to the club!

As I said, last night went GREAT!!! The evening started when we met William at the hotel around 9:30 p.m. It was a little later than we’d planned, but it had been a crazy day for all of us.

Cassie and I were already in the room, and I rushed around unpacking and getting the candles lit, etc. I was hooking up our VCR to the hotel TV set when William knocked on the door.

After he kissed my mistress for a minute, he noticed me fussing with the VCR cord. I couldn’t get a clear picture for some reason. Being a tech-head, William couldn’t resist, so he took over behind the television set, and I assisted him as we tried to get it to work. Eventually, William got it - but while we were farting around with the TV, I looked over at my mistress, who was sitting on the couch, and she looked bored out of her mind!!! Here, she finally gets a moment alone with her lover, and he’s tinkering with a television set! : )

After we got the picture as good as it was going to get (there was some kind of interference, which garbled the picture), William and Cassie laid on the bed and watched a porno movie for awhile. My mistress embarrassed me by reporting that I hadn’t touched myself since Tuesday, and that I’d abstained so that I could serve them better.

“He’d better do a good job serving us,” William said.

They didn’t hang around the room for long. At around 10:30 or so, they took off for the swingers’ club.

“Are you going to be sad sitting here all alone while we’re gone?” my mistress teased.

“Yes, mistress.” I said.

She just giggled. Then, William mentioned that he needed something to drink, and I offered to run home and get his vodka (see diary entry above).

Well, the trip home turned out to be unnecessary - he never did drink the vodka or the cranberry juice I’d bought for him. Oh, well - as my mistress pointed out, at least it was there in case he needed it, so it wasn’t a wasted trip.

I returned to the hotel a little before midnight, and I sat around the room feeling sorry for myself. I couldn’t help wondering what they were doing at the club. I tried to watch Saturday Night Live to occupy my mind, but I just couldn’t get into it. So I wound up staring out the window, hoping William’s truck would pull up.

Cassie had left me her cell phone, and she told me she would call me from William’s cell phone as they were leaving the club. Well, 1 a.m. came and went, and her phone still didn’t ring. Finally, at around 20 after, she called and told me they were on their way. My mistress sounded very happy.

By the time they got back to the room about a half hour later, I had the candles lit; whips, dildos, lotions and other toys all laid out neatly on a chair; and a few Variations magazines spread on their nightstand. And, of course, I had a cold drink waiting for my mistress, and a bottle of GatorAid chilling in the refrigerator for William, along with his cranberry juice.

The first words they said when they came into the room were, “man, we had a GREAT time! We’re definitely going back!”

I gave my mistress her drink, then asked William if he wanted his GatorAid. “No, that’s for later,” he said. “I’m going to need it after I get done fucking your mistress.”

Cassie and William sat on the bed, and I sat on the carpet naked at their feet, as they told me everything that happened at the club.

First of all, the club is sort of like a bathhouse. It has a pool, a sauna, a hot tub, and a movie room, where pornos are shown on a big screen. There were about 30 people at the club.

At first, Cassie said she felt a little uncomfortable, but that soon disappeared. Everyone was very nice, they told me, and the club members made my mistress and William feel very comfortable. Another couple started flirting with them - the man lifted his wife’s robe and showed William her ass!! He got big a kick out of that!!

Their evening at the bathhouse was a phantasmagoria of pure erotica. The first thing they saw was a woman riding on top of her man. Another threesome was engaged in a daisy chain.

After they settled in and started feeling a little more comfortable, Cassie and William jumped right into the swing of things.

“I fucked her in the hot tub,” William told me.

“Boy, did he fuck me!” Cassie added. “Whew!!”

“Yeah, I tore that pussy up,” William said.

It was just about then when William told me, “listen, that pussy belongs to ME. Are we clear?”

Of course, you know what my answer was: “Yes, sir.”

Cassie later told me it turned her on to hear William tell me her pussy belonged to him. “I wonder if he’ll ever get to the point where you have to ask his permission to worship me?” she teased. God, I hope not!!!

Anyway, they continued telling their story. After William fucked her in the hot tub, they went into the movie room. There, amongst a room full of people, William made my mistress cum with his fingers. “And she wasn’t quiet about it, either!” William said.

It was clear they’d enjoyed themselves immensely. My mistress was positively glowing! I kept imagining what it must’ve looked like when she was getting fucked in the hot tub!!!

Their story had gotten me so hot, I reached down touched myself without permission. My mistress caught me, and slapped me hard across the face. I apologized, explaining that I didn’t know I was doing it. It was the truth - I hadn’t even thought about it; my hand just automatically went down to my dick.

My mistress asked William if they should accept my explanation.

“I don’t think so,” he said. “He knows he’s not supposed to be playing with himself.”

Mistress chose her crop for my punishment. She really got me good a few times - once even catching my balls - but I’m proud to report I didn’t yell out once!! I am getting better. A couple times, however, when she hit me hard, I collapsed - and, in doing so, I scraped my knees against the rough carpet. As a result, I once again have very sore knees (My knees are always sore after a night of serving William and Cassie!!! Don’t they make soft carpets in hotels!??! : )

After my mistress whipped my ass, she got back on the bed. She told me to kiss her toes while she made out with William.

As they made out, Cassie kept moving her feet all around, and I was struggling to keep my lips planted to her toes. At one point, she mentioned to William how cute it was that I was struggling to continue kissing her toes. “Yeah, he does look like a man on a mission down there,” William said, and they both giggled.

William then told me to go get the camcorder. William had brought his tripod, but forgot the adapter for it, so I had to operate the camera manually. My mistress showed me how to use it, and I filmed their foreplay. We watched the video this morning, and, let me tell you - I captured one of the most erotic blowjob scenes in history! (Well, maybe I’m biased, since I’m not used to seeing my beloved mistress with a big dick in her mouth! But it was hot!!!)

Next, William licked my mistress to an orgasm. Then, he took the camera and filmed me while I worshipped her. Watching the tape, the contrast between when he’s licking her and when I’m doing it is striking. The act was the exact same - yet, the way she treated us while we were each doing it was entirely different. She was moaning a lot louder when he licked her, stroking his head and doing all the things a woman normally does when she’s having her pussy eaten. When I did it, she reverted back to how she usually treats me - in other words, she totally ignored me.

At one point on the tape, William, the cameraman, says, “he worships you just like a puppy dog.” And my mistress chuckled and patted me on the head.

Then, William announced that the tape was going to run out in 2 minutes. “You’ve got 2 minutes to make your mistress cum,” he said.

I licked my mistress’ pussy furiously, then she pushed my head down and played with herself. I took the cue and gave my mistress a rim job. “One minute,” William said, and I licked her ass even more lovingly.

“Look at him down there,” William chuckled. “He’s licking for all he’s worth.”

I’d like to report that I was able to make my mistress cum before the tape ran out, but, alas, I failed. William put the camera down and started sucking her tit while I worshipped her, and that was enough to bring her over the edge. After she had her third orgasm of the night, they were ready to fuck.

“Did you get the rubbers out of the bag?” my mistress asked.

“No, mistress, I’m sorry.” I said.

“Well, go get them!” she snapped back, obviously annoyed.

I scrambled to our gym bag and got a condom for William. (I’m a little embarrassed to admit: This morning when I cleaned the hotel room, I put the empty Trojan-ENZ wrapper in my pocket. I always save little mementos of our adventures!!)

I tried to film William fucking my mistress, but the battery had run out. So I sat submissively at the foot of the bed and watched while William fucked my mistress into next Tuesday. As I watched, I felt very grateful to this man for giving my beloved mistress what she needs.

William came in no time, and as he reached his orgasm, he pounded into my mistress like a jackhammer! After 13 years of touching my mistress so carefully, I’m still not used to seeing someone riding her like a bucking bronco! I have to remind myself that this is what men normally do to women - that is, fuck their brains out!!!

If there’s one memory of last night that stands out, it was after William had his orgasm. He was on his knees, his dick still embedded in my mistress’s pussy, when he told me, “go get me the GatorAid.” I ran to the fridge and brought his drink.

Well, when I returned, William was talking to my mistress about something. So I stood quietly at the side of the bed holding the bottle of GatorAid, while William and Cassie talked, his dick still buried in her pussy.

After a minute, he noticed me, and snatched the bottle from my hand. After taking a long swig, he handed it back to me and said, “here, put that back in the fridge.”

I don’t know why that moment stands out so vividly, but it does. I felt so...submissive standing there with William’s drink while he talked to my wife with his dick still inside her. And it made me feel very happy inside, because I was providing a needed service for him. If I hadn’t been there, he would’ve had to get out of the bed for his drink! So, I felt like I was being useful to them.

William cleaned up, then I gave my mistress a foot massage while they talked some more. After awhile, they announced they were going to sleep. Cassie asked William if I should be given permission to cum. He thought about it for a minute, then said I could. Of course, I thanked him for the privilege.

Then, William said he had to get up at about 9:00. By now, it was already 4:30. He said he wasn’t sure if he’d set the hotel alarm clock correctly, and my mistress offered my services. “I can have him stay up all night, and wake you up if you want,” she said. But William said that wasn’t necessary.

Before she went to sleep, my mistress told me, “you can sleep anywhere on the floor you want to - just don’t lay somewhere where we’re going to trip on you when we get up.”

Then, they drifted off to sleep together, leaving me cold and alone on the rough carpet. I didn’t even have a pillow, other than the small throw pillow that had been sitting on the couch. No blanket, either.

I jacked off to the sound of my wife’s lover’s snoring. I peeked up at them, wrapped closely in each other’s arms, and I felt very happy, because they both seemed content and satisfied.

It only took a few minutes for me to reach orgasm, and I felt so pathetic afterward as I cleaned my cum from the carpet. I looked up one last time at Cassie and William, so comfortable on their soft bed, snuggling underneath their downy blankets.

“Good night, mistress,” I whispered. “Good night, sir.”

Then, I curled up on the floor and went to sleep.

Well, that’s the story of last night! Thanks for letting me share it with you!!!

c.w.


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Sunday, January 7, 2001 4:51 p.m.
Thank you, sir!

Sir, I just wanted to take the time out to thank you from the bottom of my heart for making my mistress so happy, and for giving her what I cannot. She's experiencing things with you that she could only dream about just a few short months ago.

Sir, I'd also like to thank you for allowing me to serve the both of you last night. I hope I pleased you...I tried my very best, and I will continue to do so for as long as you will let me.

Sincerely,

c.w.