cuckolding gone wrong

hi timmy i like the story but i am affaid that you will become a wimp cuckold. remember how she was unfailful to you with Harry. i permisterelly could handle my wife afairs out of the house but not in the house. When she did that it was totall disrespect. Becareful not to lose your balls joe

We drove home in silence and as we entered the house I was following Monique to our bedroom when she virtually slammed the door into my face

“Find another place to relax. Breakfast in bed around ten” came from behind the closed door.

None of the beds in the guest rooms had any mattresses and stuff, I hadn’t seen the need for it until now. So I grabbed a blanket and pillow from a closet and settled down on the couch spending a fairly restless night with all sorts of confused thoughts running through my head.

On one end my subbie side was in sync with had happened but I really had hoped for more of a normal loving Wife/hubby time after our problems last week. I mean playing at Coopers was fun and I had no problem with that, but the cold shoulder after what happened on the boat. I just don’t know. Add to that Alice’s comments when we were leaving. This was all uncharted territory for me.

I gave up trying to relax around 5:30 or so and went outside with my blanket to watch the sun rise to another beautiful late summer morning.

I must have fallen arelax. A sudden pain in my face followed by the realization that I just had been slapped pretty hard.

“Where is my breakfast slave?”

Now I was awake and on my knees kissing Monique’s feet.

“Sorry Goddess, I must…”

“Shut up and get busy, knock before coming into my room to serve Me”

With that she turned and headed back to the house. “Shit” now I’m in real trouble. Oh well not much I can do and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast for my Queen.

I knocked as instructed

“Come in, bring me the tray on your keens”

As I entered I saw Monique sitting on the bed, her feet on the floor.

“Kneel right here in front of me and hold the tray while I eat.”

She crossed her legs and started swinging her foot hitting my balls with ever so slightly increasing intensity while she was taking her time eating. This was quite a ***, not only my balls but by now also my back and arms started to hurt. The tray was not that heavy but try holding it for 30 minutes or so straight out while on your knees.

Finally she was done.

“Put the tray over there and get busy, you with you know what”

After her fourth orgasm, she pushed me away

“When do you have to get ready for your race?”

“Jack will get here around 1:30”

“OK, I want lunch at 12:30 sharp and now get out of here, don’t forget the dirty dishes. “

Still puzzled about her behavior I left, glad to be able to get off my knees and by now my ball were a bit sore from the steady pounding while Monique ate her breakfast. The kicks were not really severe but when you get one after the other for oh maybe half an hour or so, your balls will be sore.

I went and got the boat ready for the race, really not too much to do since I had left the sails on from yesterday, just secured them to the boom and put the cover over the whole thing.

I decided that I was better off staying out of Monique’s way until it was time to fix lunch. When I came into the house Monique just came out of the bed room wearing a truly spectacular bathing suit that left very little for the imagination and I figured that if a cool breeze would hit her nipples, they just might pop right through the thin fabric.

“I’m going for a swim, call me when lunch is ready” blowing me a kiss as she walked out.

I fixed us a couple Caesar salads and fresh lemonade, set it all up on the deck and then went down to the dock to tell Monique that lunch was ready.

She came out of the water like an incredibly beautiful Mermaid, ran up to me and gave me a hug rubbing here wet body all over me. I was instantly hard but also pretty wet. She laughed heading for the food

“Later boy, later boy, maybe if you win the race”

No further incidents during lunch, just some general conversation. When Jack showed up I had to grin as an almost instant “appreciation” for Monique’s looks showed in his loose bathing suit. It took a bit before he was able to concentrate on his chores getting ready for the race as he kept looking up the hill.


By the time we were ready to shove off, Monique had gone inside the house. I was disappointed, I had hoped that She would come down and wish us luck. Oh well.

We had a great start and things were going good when it suddenly got dark, the wind picked up and there was rumbling coming from the other side of the hill. The race committee sounded the horn, letting everyone know that the race had been abandoned and it was time to seek shelter. The last thing you want to do is getting caught out on the lake in a sail boat during a thunder storm.

The normal thing is to head for the closest shore and shelter and as we were at the other end of the lake we pulled into a dock there and people owning the place invited us to wait the storm out on their covered patio. I had never met them before, but obviously they understood our situation.

Turns out that they had an arrangement with the owners where they would use the lake house for two weeks and in return let them have their condo in Aspen for two weeks in the winter. Sure sounded like a good arrangement.

Anyway the storm finally moved out after a couple of hours and Jack helped me bail the boat before walking home since he only lived a couple of blocks away on the other side of the road. His parents did not have lake front property.

I sailed back and put the boat away before heading up to the house. By now it was almost 5:30 and Monique was pissed because she didn’t know where I had been.

“Darling, thunder storms on the lake are very dangerous and everyone just heads for the nearest shore and shelter until it’s all over. Really nothing to worry about. We are just being careful.”

“Oh, OK, I guess I’ll now know for next time. How about some dinner?”

“Sure babe, hamburgers OK? Usually on Sunday I try to keep it simple”.

“That’s fine, get me a glass of red please”

That sounded good to me too and I got two glasses out.

“Are we having company that you did not tell me about?

I looked at her totally puzzled

“The second glass, slaves don’t take wine. You may have some water”

Damn, here she was getting into the Domme thing again. This is all new. In the past most of the time, there was some form of prior agreement that “play” would be eminent, some form of warning. This constant back and forth left me unsettled and confused. I did not know what to make out this change in behavior.

Still puzzled I went about preparing dinner and not taking chances I set only one place at the dining room table. It had started to rain again and it was too damp and cool to eat outside. Cooking in the rain was not a problem since the grill was under an overhang from the house.

I was fully prepared to eat in the kitchen.

“Bring your plate and sit with me. I want to talk to you”

So I did and as we were eating…

“Here is what I want for tonight. After you’ve cleaned up we can sit and watch 60 minutes or “dateline”, your choice. After that I want you to take a shower and shave, you know shave ever thing. I borrowed some restraints from Alice and I want you to secure yourself to the bed. Call me when you are ready”

“Goddess, your slave is ready to please you”

I got no reaction, so I just laid there, not that I could do anything after securing myself to the bed in four points.

Eventually Monique strutted, yes I think that is the right word for it, strutted like a super model on the runway in a slinky not quite form fitting or see-through gown. I mean you could see every curve of her delightful body but at the same time there was still a bit of mystique as to what was under that filmy material.

“Goddess…”

“Quiet boy, I’ll let you know when it’s time for you talk. Got it?”

I just nodded.

Monique sat on the bed and began to lightly stroke my dick and in mere seconds it was rock hard.

“Good, keep it that way” and she proceeded to place several rubber bands around it by the “root” and some more around my balls clearly designed to keep me from ejaculating.

“I hate not having proper toys, make sure that we have duplicate set of all the portable stuff for next weekend.
This she followed up with a different set of nipple clamps on my still quite sore nipples. These were connected with a chain and if you pulled, they got tighter and tighter.

“Well I think you are now ready darling. Remember, you said that things other than cuckolding you in OUR homes was negotiable. Well I’m now ready to negotiate”

Smiling, she started tugging on the chain with one hand and dripping lube with other on my dick before starting to stroke it, never creating enough friction to get me really “revved” up but driving me out of my mind with desire.

“So baby, we need to talk about the cuckolding.” - Another agonizing tuck on the chain and equally torturous strokes on my dick – “I want to be free to cuckold when and where – I know not at home or here – You will know about it sometimes before but always after because you will clean up the “cream pies” your loving wife is bringing you”

A vicious and much harder tuck on the chain – “you may answer Yes
Goddess”

Another tuck as I hesitated to answer

“ahhgh, yes Goddess”

“Good boy” loosening the claps a tad and stroking my dick to almost the edge.

“Next item” letting go of my dick and tightening the damn clamps again – “there will be times when I want you to watch ME getting fucked by a real man, not a small dicked wimp like you”.

“I rather n…” “Ahhhhg”

“Not up to discussion – like before all that is required is Yes Goddess”

“But first listen to how it will play out. The first time you will be naked, tied to a chair in the room where My lover will fuck My brains out. My soggy panties, soggy from all that anticipation of your offense will be stuffed into your mouth just to make sure you don’t start ranting and raving.

This could be at this home, or a hotel room. We’ll see. If it is going to take place at My lover’s home, you will first prepare and serve us a meal. Could be lunch, could be dinner. Don’t know at this point.”

“This is the right place where you to say…”

I got the idea as the clamps tightened with a steady pace

“Yes Goddess”

“Hmm good boy, see this is easy.” Again releasing some of the tension and stroking my dick.

I was so horny and turned on both from the domination as well as the sexual teasing. I was going crazy. I think I would agree to almost everything. Alice must have known, that’s why the warning to be careful. I had to be on my guard so that I would not get trapped into something that was part of my limits.

A tuck on my nipples refocused my attention. This was followed with her fabric covered breasts lightly brushing my face, back and forth, back and forth. Monique pulled away a bit and looked down with a big smile on her face as I tried to follow those delectable breasts but couldn’t because of the restraints.

“Down boy” “ Maybe later”

Monique brought up a couple of minor issues, again accompanied by pain and pleasure and I really had no problems with agreeing to them.

There was lots of sexual teasing and denial and then the proverbial stuff hit the fan. I little while ago Monique had removed the rubber bands and the clamps, even kissed my very sore nipples quite lovingly. I was a bit tense, never sure if in the next second she would bite down on them. Anyway my dick was ready to explode from all the teasing and I think getting touched by a feather would have made me cum. I had my eyes closed and did not see it coming.
“Ahhhg” I almost screamed in pain as the ice hit my balls and dick and before I completely realized what was happening, I was locked up in that damn CB again. Horny and frustrated but unable to do anything about it.

“There baby, that is much better, don’t you think? The CB will stay on until after you’ve watched me getting fucked by My lover. Maybe tomorrow, maybe three months from now…”

I ignored her as there really was nothing to say.

She released me from my bonds “go take a shower – not here” as I was headed… “Use one of the other bathrooms, then come back here.”

When I got back, Monique now naked just pointed at her pussy and I went to work. As she was almost drifting off to relax after a number of very satisfactory orgasms judging from the noise she made, she murmured.

“Come up here and snuggle with me tell me that you love me”

That of course I did, pulling the cover over us settling my locked up dick in her ass crack and gently stroking her breast and rock hard nipple. A sigh of contentment came out of her mouth as she drifted off to relax while I had another mostly relaxless night after all that sexual teasing without any release and having my locked up dick…

I’m not sure how much good I was going to be able to do in the office in the morning.

hi timmy are you going tohave her fuck Harry in fromt of you or your brst friend? joe i wish you would keep him a cuck with some backbone.. joe

hi timmy are you going tohave her fuck Harry in fromt of you or your brst friend? joe i wish you would keep him a cuck with some backbone.. joe

Timmy,
I donot think that hubby should have taken that slap without slapping her back. Would liked husband make a few more demands when they were talking.
1) She is no longer mistress and he a slave. For one year their roles will be reversed. If she really loves him she should agree.That would take place right then.
2) She may not have sex with anyone unless he approves. She will wear a female chastity device any time he says for as long as he wants.
3) She will move out of the bedroom and move to one of the guest rooms.

If she does not agree to terms he will
1) File divorce papers as soon as posible. He will also file a civil suit against her lover.
2) He will resign fron the company tomorrow.
The terms are not negotialable.

Just an idea, husband is really trying to go along with their agreement while she is just being a selfish bitch.
The reversal of roles will be for one year. After that they can talk and decide what they plan to do. I repeat they decide what to do not husband or wife by themselves.

Sorry folks hubby just sounds like he could use some help. After a year the may go right back to what they are doing.

Timmy,
Looks like you've got her working him over pretty good, both physically and emotionally. I can see that he likes the erotic, physical aspect of it, but has serious doubts about the mental domination. It's a great conflict - looking forward to seeing how he reconciles his feelings - and whether she's serious!
Thanks for the story, I'm enjoying it!

hi Timmy I like some of post 9 suggestion. I realy do believe that he should develpoe some ball and stand up to her remember this cuckold was never in your face till she did harr at home... joe

Breakfast was quick and the drive into the city mostly silent and a bit tense.

As we neared our home, Monique turned to me…
“So do I see you home tonight?”

“Not unless you manage to replace that redy couch. I’ll stay again at the suite.”

“I knew there was something else that should have negotiated with you last night. Well in that case I might just as well get myself a date for tonight.”

“Your choice Monique, just remember NOT in our home or…”

Yeah, yeah, I’ll remember…”

and mumbling something else that I didn’t catch as she stormed up the walk to the house leaving me to drag her two suitcases into the house.

Carmen looked at me puzzled as the door to our bedroom slammed shut. I just shrugged my shoulders and left for the office.

There was a bunch of stuff waiting for me and I was quite busy. I really had no time to think about yesterday and this morning. Then the phone rang, my private line that bypasses my PA. It was Greg.

“Hey buddy, how was your weekend?”

“Greg, can I call you back. I’m in the middle of something, or maybe even better can we meet at the Downtown Athletic Club for lunch, say around one?”

“Sure, you got it as long as you’re buying. I’ll book one of those little alcoves, lots of privacy for us. I have got something that I need to talk to you about concerning…”

“Monique?”

“you got it. I’m a bit in a quandary…”

“Don’t worry, we’ll sort it out over lunch, see you at one.”

Well, she sure didn’t waste any time, did she? Nothing I can do, I’ll see what Greg has to say and go from there. Now where was I with this?

When I got to the club, Greg was already seated. I ordered a Yuengling and the waiter told us about the really nice rare roast beef. So we both got an open roast beef sandwich with lots of fresh horse reddish on the side.

I looked at Greg who looked a bit uncomfortable.

“So I’m guessing Monique called you and wants you to…

Greg held his hand up.

“Let me tell you first that I told her that I would talk to you about her idea and if you were not cool with it, that would be the end of my seeing her. Boy did she throw a hissy fit. I’ve never knew she had such an “extensive vocabulary”.”

I just sat and grinned

“Anyway, I gather you’ve got a pretty good idea of what she wants. So I told her that if you were OK with it, I would be OK with you watching us, even letting her tie you to the chair. But that I would not tolerate any physical action, like slapping or whatever you guys do when you play. Not in my house. Having you cook and serve our dinner was also a NO-GO for me. I’m not going to humiliate my friend beyond what has already happened.”

“So when does she want to do this?”
“She was talking about either tomorrow or Wednesday.”

“Either is OK with me. You decide with Her. Maybe suggest that the three of us go out dinner before going to your place. I appreciate your sentiments about the whole thing. Getting tied up and watching her is something that I did agree to. So if I have to do it, I rather do it with you than some other guy whom I don’t know and will do who knows what.”

I’ll be OK with serving you guys some takes after we get to your place. I know where the stuff is and that way, maybe she’ll get it out of her system and be done with it. I know it may be hard for you to understand, I have the same trouble, but I can live with the cuckolding. It’s strange in one way I’m really pissed and jealous but on the other hand there is a certain thrill for me that she has the power to make me accept it. I don’t know, having it finally out in the open may be good for us in the long run. We’ll just have to see”.

“Now what are we going to do about “hairy ass harry?”

“I’ve got a couple of ideas”

So we sat for another hour working out a strategy to punish that bastard but good. We figured that within six months he would be financially ruined and leave town with his tail tucked into his ass. There even could be couple of other husbands gunning for him by the time we were done with him.

I was in a pretty upbeat mood when I got to the office and stayed late, catching up on things before going across the street for dinner and eventually some much needed relax. I didn’t even make it to the eleven o’clock news.

sorry guys I didn't mean to ignore you. Thanks Stormy for the kind words. For Irish and Blazer thanks for your suggestions but this is a Cuckold site lol. You'll just have wait and see.

It must have been a little after midnight when my phone rang. It was Monique.

“Wake up buster, I’ve got a job for you, unlock the door to the suite and wait next to it on your knees. Oh and better be naked”.

Wonder what this is all about. Looks like I’m going to lose some more relax.

I had just settled down on to my knees when the door burst open, Monique stormed in and gave it a kick with her heel to close it. Next thing I knew was that I was flat on my back, good thing there was carpet and padding there, and Monique’s pussy and ass descending onto my face.

“Eat you miserable bastard, eat My Lover’s cum” was the last thing I heard before passing out from lack of oxygen.

I must have scared Monique, because when I came too, she was all lovey dovey and concerned.

“Sorry baby, I got carried away. I was so angry with you and Greg for ruining My fun”.

“Look Monique, I had nothing to do with Greg’s decisions. He made them when he talked to you. I had no idea you two talked until I met him for lunch today. So did you fix a date?”

“Yes for Wednesday and since you won’t be my cook and servant, you’ll be my chauffeur. You will take me to the restaurant where I’ll meet Greg. I suggest you get yourself a sandwich because, while Greg and I are eating you will stay with the car. When we are done, you’ll follow us to Greg’s place.

I don’t know when I’ll dismiss you during the evening but I expect you to come and pick me up by the time Greg goes to work. I’ll leave my car here. So once we get back here and you’ve cleaned up My morning “cream pie” you can go to work and I’ll get myself home.” Now enough talking get back down on your back. You are not done serving me, but I’ll try not to ******* you this time.”

When Monique finally was satisfied, she headed for the bedroom, grabbed a blanket, threw at me and slammed the door. I guess I was right, another night with very unsatisfactory relax. I don’t know how long I can keep this up. I sure hope that I get good night’s rest tomorrow because Wednesday sure doesn’t look like it.

To my surprise, I actually slept pretty well on that couch so I was in pretty good shape when I got to the office. The day was filled with routine until maybe around four when I got an e-mail from Monique

“Dearest Peter,
Attached are the pictures of a new couch, love seat and chair that I just bought. They will be delivered next Monday. May I come and see you tonight, hopefully have dinner with you.

Love Monique”

WOW, that was a surprise, wonder what is up. So I sent her a text

“Luv to see u office 6PM
Love P”

Could be an interesting evening. Unfortunately as I was thinking about Monique, my dick reminded me of his imprimisterment. Oh well.

Monique showed up at the office in a stunning new sea green dress, nice cleavage but not slutty wearing matching shoes but no stockings on what I assume were her freshly waxed nicely tanned legs. Damn that lady is hot and my dick was trying a “jail break” without much success.

We had a very nice meal in an upscale restaurant a block from the office and my temporary digs talking about all and everything except what happened and what was in store for us tomorrow.

“Babe, I talked to the contractor up at the lake and he can meet me Friday around lunch time up there. Alice and Clarence are going up early in the morning. I’m going to hitch a ride with them. That way we won’t be there with two cars. OK with you?”

“Sure, darling. Just make sure that everything you want is written down and get his price in writing. I’ll look it over Friday night when I get there. I have a late meeting, so I don’t think I’ll be there for dinner. More like around nine, maybe even a bit later. I’ll try to skip the dinner with the customer and let Rod and Sue handle that part. I’m giving them more responsibilities, a little bit at a time to not overwhelm them. Maybe start a bit of a competition between them.”

As we were walking back towards the office and parking garage

“Peter, can I come upstairs with you?”

What is going on, another first. This is something, she’s never asked before. Is it some form of guilt or does she have an ulterior motive?

“Babe, you never have to ask, of course you can. Do you want to stay the night?”

“Yes please”

As we rode up the elevator Monique grabbed and kissed me like I don’t know, like if it was going to be the last kiss ever. If I still had my tonsils, they would have been in serious danger.
She still clung to me as we made it out of the elevator and to the door of the suite. Once inside she practically ripped my clothes off while trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. Any time we had to catch breath she murmured

“I love you and I’m sorry I was mean to you yesterday”

Soon both of us were wrestling on the bed and suddenly I found myself under her in the 69 position. She even took my CB covered dick into her mouth and started sucking on it. Talking about ***. Then she lifted herself up and looked at me between her magnificent breast with a bit of an impish smile

“I thought this might happen, so I left the key to the CB home so I wouldn’t be tempted. Remember I said that it would stay on until you’ve watched me getting fucked by one of my lovers”

Maybe you should arrange to go to the office late on Thursday. If you are a good boy and cuckold on Wednesday night I might have the key with me when you come and get me in the morning from Greg’s place.”

With that, she lowered her pussy back on my face and continued teasing my poor imprimistered dick.

When she was finally totally satisfied and exhausted from all the orgasms I had given here, she turned, straddled my chest

“I love you Peter.” Then started humming “Peter, Peter had a wife and couldn’t keep her…”

“Sorry babe, just could not resist that one since you will be officially my cuckboy come tomorrow night”

With that she bent down to kiss me. I’ll be damned if that kiss didn’t have just a hint of cum flavor. She must have been able to suck some pre-cum right out of my locked up dick. Maybe we need to talk to that Dymister vacuum guy. There may be something even better than his system.

Timmy

I liked that last segment, lots of complications

Thank you

GH

Timmy:

You have a really great story going one here. I love the way our cuckold is being molded by Monique and the hours of oral service she commands of him!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Thanks for your comments. Not sure if any one will like the next chapter. For sure there will be a division between the "burn the bitch" crowd and those that say that "petey' has to submit and accept.

Also the sex scenes will leave a lot to be desired. I can't compete with GH and Stormy. Well "petey" has a pillow case over his head so you'll have to use your imagination just like...

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Most of the night, I slept like a baby except that at one point we both woke up from lightning flashes and thunder. I also realized that some heavy rain was pounding the windows. Well looks like our golf game went down the crapper. With that thought I snuggled back up against Monique and went back to relax.

Usually I wake up a few minutes before the alarm goes off, but not this morning. We both were kind of startled when my phone started to play “Oh when the saints…”

I turned it off and called Greg

“Hey good buddy, did you hear that rain last night? How about we skip golf this morning. I don’t think they’ll let us on the course before 10 or so.”

“Fine with me, see you tonight.”

I sensed a certain amount of relief in Greg’s voice that he did not have to face me this morning. I’m not convinced that he’s 100 percent comfortable with what is going to happen tonight.

After that, I took a quick shower, got dressed and went over to the bed where Monique had gone back to relax. I bent over to kiss her good bye and she mumred

“Have a nice day, I’ll be over to the office around 5:30”

I decided to treat myself to a nice breakfast in the hotel restaurant as I was not sure how much of an appetite I would have later on as the “X hour” got closer. I was really conflicted. I love our Domme/sub games. They really turn me on and Monique had gotten really good at them. But having to watch her with another man, that troured me. I was wondering if I could really do it. Was there more to it than just doing it in our home when I caught her with “hairy ass harry”?

Usually I got at least semi hard when I think of Monique as a Domme but that was not happening with the cuckold scenario. It had me worried.

I skipped lunch and just had yogurt from my office fridge and by around four I was pretty useless.

I got up from my desk

“Cindy, I’m going for a walk, I’ll be back in half an hour to 45 minutes. Need to clear my head.”

“Are you OK boss?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ve missed my running these last few mornings. Just need some air”

With that I took my tie off and went out for a brisk walk. It was hot, after all it was the end of August and I decided to keep it to 30 minutes to give me time for a quick shower and change of shirt before going back to the office to wait for Monique.

When I got back, I felt a bit calmer but still was concerned about how I would take to the evening’s events.

It was 5:30, most of the staff had left and Cindy was just packing up when Monique showed up in a very sexy “little black dress” and I do mean little, just a hair away from “slutty”.

“Hi babe” as we walked towards each other. Before I could give her a hug, she quickly put here hand on my chest, gave me a peck on the cheek, my balls a quick squeeze and whispered

“be brave”

That was a sort of ritual to signal the start of our Domme/sub games but something was missing.

But before I could figure it out, she was on her way out.

I’ll be in my office. I’ll call you when I’m ready to go”

I had no chance to answer because she was gone. Cindy had witnessed this and looked a bit puzzled. I just shrugged my shoulders and wished her a good night.

Then it hit me, she didn’t say “I love you” which was part of that ritual.

The clock on my desk showed 6:45 when my phone rang.

“petey bring MY car around to the front, I’ll be down shortly”

Click and she was gone.

So I grabbed my jacked, headed downstairs and got the car from the garage and pulled up in front of the building. As I got out to walk around to open the door for Monique I saw her heading towards the door, stopping just inside the one next to the revolving door. At first I was a bit puzzled and then it dawned on me. She wants me to hold the building door open for her.

So I went over, pulled it open and bowed just a tiny bit

“Good evening Mrs. S”

That got a fleeting smile as she headed for the car, making it clear that she was heading for the rear seat. Oh yes, I was her chauffeur and nothing else at that moment.

I played my part

“Where to Mrs. S?

“Le Chateau, petey” “Yes Ma’am”

As we pulled up to the front of the restaurant, Greg walked up and opened the door for Monique.

“Wait here petey” which caused Greg to give her and me a puzzled look but he was stopped from saying anything as Monique embraced him and tried very hard to suck his tongue out of his mouth before saying

“Let’s go lover, I’m starving”

Greg tried to look back to see if I was coming but Monique just dragged him toward the door of the restaurant. Obviously she had not told him that I was excluded from the dinner. She must have said something to him because after another glance back he followed her.

I pulled up a to not block the entrance and waited for about 10 minutes before heading down a couple of blocks to a “Mom and Pop” diner that in my opinion had the best corned beef sandwich outside of NYC. I think the secrete was their homemade grainy mustard.

I powerd myself to eat half of the giant sandwich. Under normal circumstances I had no trouble eating the whole thing but today was most certainly not a normal day.

When I got back to the restaurant, I got lucky and found a parking spot very close from where I could watch the door.

When they came out, Greg handed his parking ticket to the valet and Monique kept hugging and kissing Greg, drawing some curious glances from patrons entering the restaurant.

Finally their car came and I followed them to Greg’s townhouse. I couldn’t be sure but I thought I saw Monique bending down over Greg’s lap. That couldn’t be very comfortable for her. I figured that had to be a conflict between her boobs and the center console of Greg’s Mercedes. These are the days when you miss the good old fashioned bench seats cars used to have.
As we got close, I pulled in front of them so that I got there first and was ready to open the car door for Monique.

Greg started to say something, but Monique cut him off.

I’ll deal with the hired help darling, don’t concern yourself. Your job is to make love to me until I beg for mercy”.

I followed them into the house and as they settled down on the couch Monique ordered:

“Two cognacs petey”

“Yes Ma’am coming right up”

“Fix yourself one too buddy”

“No, thank you sir” that got me a quick smile and Greg a pretty sharp poke in the ribs.

“Don’t spoil the help darling, they are “uppity’ enough as it is.”

During all this, I had lit a candle and started to warm up two snifters for them. I looked around the bar area and found a serving tray, put the snifters on it and poured the cognac.

I hadn’t paid much attention but as I walked up to serve them, Monique had Greg’s pants open and was fondling his cock. Of course I had seen it before in the locker room but never hard. It is not that much longer than mine but probably three times the circumference because Monique had trouble closing her hand completely around it.

I placed their takes on the coffee table in front of them.

“Is there anything else Ma’am?

“Yes, take one of the chairs with armrests from the dining room and take it to the bedroom. Find a corner to put it facing the bed, strip and wait for us. You may sit, as this may take a while before we get there”.

I did as I was told and sat waiting for them. As I sat there I could not hear any conversation but it was hard to miss Monique having at least two orgasms. I was bothered a bit, but since I could not see what was going on in the living room, I was sort of OK.

I don’t really know how long I sat there when the two of them walked in stark naked with Monique leading Greg by his hard cock. I quick glance showed me that he was not really into it. I sensed trouble but there was nothing that I could do at this point.

Greg baby, do you have some old ties? I need to secure “it”."

Walking up to me, she gave my nipples a vicious twist but I managed to stifle my gasp since I saw it coming. That made her smile and mouth “good boy”, followed by another even harder pinch and twist.

By that time, Greg handed here several ties and before I knew it, I was firmly tied to the chair with no chance to escape. Monique was an expert in the bondage department.

“Darling, would you please fetch my panties from the living room, I need to keep “it” quiet.”

Greg handed her the panties and Monique rubbed them vigorously against her pussy that I’m sure was just dripping from her arousal and excitement.

“Open wide” but I was not quick enough for her and she pinched my nose shut shoving the sopping wet panties into my mouth as I opened it.

I looked at Greg, and interesting, he seemed to have lost most of his erection while all this was going on.

Monique noticed it too and went to work, kneeling in front of him and taking his fat cock into her mouth sucking it and then taking it out and licking it.

She went through several cycles but while it had gotten a little firmer it certainly was not anywhere near as hard as she wanted it.

“Hey baby what’s the matter. Don’t worry about “it”. Relax and just pretend there is an empty chair in the corner. I need your big hard cock.” Monique is going make you forget every thing except the need to fuck my brains out.

With that she went back to work. Greg had closed his eyes and maybe it was working since I heard him groan and he must have cum because Monique got up walked towards me grabbing my hair powerd my head back and spit the cum in her mouth into my face, some of it hitting my eyes.

“You upset My lover, I’m going to have to do something.”

With that she opened the closet, grabbed a pillow case and pulled it over my head.

“Here darling, is that better? Now “it” can’t watch us.”

The pillow case happened to be black satin and it was true there was nothing that I could see. I was now limited to just hearing what was going on. It helped me a bit, but in the final analysis I just did not want to be there. Let her fuck around, just don’t make me part of it. We would have to talk about that after this was all finished and done with.

There was whispered conversation, some fabric rustling. Slurping sounds and assorted moans from both of them.
Then it sounded like that Greg finally had found his rhythm and was pounding her pussy good.

“That’s it Greggy, fuck your dirty slut, show that miserable wimp of a husband what a real man does with a hot chick like me. He’s totally useless in the sack, that ‘s why his little dick is locked up. I don’t think I’ll ever let it out again.”

Her tirade was interrupted by several orgasms. A bit of quiet and then

“Don’t stop, come on fuck me, I need it so bad. If hubby wasn’t such a great money machine I would have dumped him long ago. The only pleasure he can give me is when he submits to me and I whip his ass and *** his otherwise useless dick an balls.”

“Can you believe it, the only true orgasms hubby can provide is when he suffers, the more pain he absorbs the better my orgasms.”

“OHHHH” That sounded like another orgasm. I kind of lost count.

Under my pillow case, I was devastated. Is that the real Monique, the bitch from hell or is she acting? I sure didn’t know. I had some tears in my eyes and trouble breathing, so I managed to push her panties out of my mouth, good thing she forgot in her excitement to secure them with one of Greg’s ties.

I tried to wiggle my arm, to see if I could get out but she did too good a job.

It had gotten quiet in the room, just some heavy breathing and maybe some kissing. I guess they were catching their breath.

Then Monique started talking

Greggy, we have to do this more often, I can see you have a bit of trouble but if we do this three or four times a week, you’ll get used to the idea that “it” is sitting in the corner.

I know he’s your friend. But how much of a friend can he be if he beats you every time when you guys go and play golf. A friend would let you win every so often, just like I let him have a “mercy fuck” once in a while. But no more. That CB stays on. He’ll be lucky if I let him jerk off every couple of months from now on. It’s just you baby. Only your heavenly cock is going enter my pussy.

I was stunned and I didn’t realize that there was again action on the bed until another orgasm hit Monique.

I had enough!

A long, long time ago when we started our Domme/sub games we had agreed on a safe word. Something very unusual, so that it would immediately register as not being part of normal conversation. At the beginning I used fairly frequently because we were both learning. Monique, how much power to apply and I how to absorb pain better by breathing exercises.

In recent times, I had used it only once when another Domme got carried away at the BDSM club while Monique was involved in some conversation with some of the onlookers and didn't pay attention.

The word was “leeward” a sailing term.

I decided that I had enough, I wanted out of there. I didn’t want to listen to any more of Monique’s ranting. I was not sure if it was real or acting.

“Leeward” no reaction “Leeward” and again nothing. I was getting agitated and tried to thump the chair and now yelling “Leeward, leeward”

“Hey what is going on, is Peter in trouble?”

“Relax baby, he’s acting up a bit. Maybe he wants the pillow case off so that he can watch us”

“No, untie him.”

“No baby, he likes it, he’s getting off on this. He may say no but he doesn’t mean it. I’ll prove it to you”

“How?”

“Come, I’ll unlock his little dick. His mouth will say stop but his little dick will be rock hard proving that he’s just as turned on by this as I’m.”

By that time Greg had removed the pillow case and had very concerned look when he saw the marks on my arms where I had struggled to get free.

Monique, came over with the key and as she unlocked my CB she looked into my eyes mouthing

“you’ll pay for this”

As she pulled the thing off, my dick just fell down and looked smaller than it ever had before. I almost looked to me that it was even smaller than that one time in college when I had gone crazy and did a “polar bear swim” on New Year’s day for some charity or other. Even Monique’s touch could not get a rise out of it.

“That’s enough” and with that Greg started untying my arms and legs. “Get out of here buddy”

Monique tried to stop him but he ignored her. As soon as I had a hand free I helped getting the rest undone.

As I closed the door to the bedroom behind me I could hear Monique berating Greg.

I got dressed quickly, grabbed one of the cognac glasses that still had something in it and gulped it down before leaving.

I sat in my car, sobbing. My heart was broken. Yes the cuckolding and all those demeaning comments hurt but that was not the worst. She broke my trust, she ignored our safe word. That is “sacred” in the BDSM community. You never ignore a safe word. For the very least you stop what you are doing and check on your partner.

It made it easier to believe that she meant all those hurtful words. Maybe I was just a “money machine” as she so elegantly put it. A toy to play with.

I was not going to hang around and find out. I could NEVER trust her again no matter what she will say. I could have had a heart attack from the stress. She ignored the safe word. She’s dangerous. I’m done.

Damn that hurt. I loved her with every fiber of my body. There wasn’t a thing that I would not do for her. Well almost. Is that what this was all about? Did she do all this to pay me back for not accepting hairy ass harry fucking her in our home. Oh, I don’t know.

I finally resorted to my breathing exercises and calmed down a bit. I guess all of this could not have taken very long even though it seemed like hours because there was Greg coming out of his building walking towards my car. He must have seen me still standing there. I wasn’t going to talk to him or any one at that point. So I started the car and drove off before he could reach it.

I headed for the office. It was after midnight and I had a bit of a hard time convincing the night watch that I was entitled to enter the building at any time. Eventually he relented and took my up in the service elevator to our offices.

There I sat at my computer and composed a letter of resignation, printed and signed it and then put it on Monique’s desk together with my company credit cards and cell phone.

I was done. I no longer cared. I was broken and there was no way for Monique to put me back together again.

I went across the street to the suite, packed my bags. Luckily that morning I left a bunch laundry to be done and it was all there clean and folded, easy to pack.

I left via a side door, I know I couldn’t avoid the cameras but I did not want to go past the front desk. It was too early to head to the airport and I wasn’t up to any conversation. I got into my car and headed towards the airport and checked into one of the more reamisterably priced suite hotels near there.

I took a shower, finally washing the cum of my face that Monique had deposited there. I had forgotten about that and now wondered if the night watch guy had noticed it. If he did, it could add some juicy bits to the rumor mill that was going to start up in the morning in the building.

Once showered I felt a bit better and went to bed for some troured relax with a scary dream of me obligation on Monique’s panties while she stood watching with a big smile on her face jerking on some dude’s huge cock – not Greg – until he sprayed load after load of cum into my face.

I powerd myself to wake up but as soon as I fell arelax there it was again.

So I finally gave up and fired up my laptop to make a list of things I needed to do.

1) call local lock smith and have all the locks changed on the lake house and have him lock the garage door from the inside so the door opener won’t work. He can leave the new keys with the folks next door.

2) call contractor and cancel his Friday appointment at the lake.

3) call my lawyer, the one for a divorce. Maybe the other one too. At least alert her that there may be some work for her too.

The lawyers are kind of interesting and I keep wondering if I’ve ever seen them in some other place and under very different circumstances. I don’t mean at the club because they are both very good golfers. No some place, somewhere else.

They are a set of very sexy ladies around our age – mid to late 30’s, one a fiery red head with emerald green eyes, the other a brunette with almost coal black eyes.

The red head is the divorce lawyer and real shark. She saved Greg a ton of money during his most recent one.

The brunette does corporate work and we are using her for some of the stuff that is coming down on hairy ass harry.

Some times when the two of them are together, I get some funny vibes but I’ve seen them having a good time – maybe even pretty hot time with guys at some of the functions at the club. I know they are not married. “Red” yes, that’s what her friends call her says she’s seen too many marriages go down in flames to get on that wagon. Maybe she’s got something there.

4) move all of my money into a new account and get a new safety deposit box. This I’ll have to do as soon as the bank opens. It will take Monique a bit before she figures out something is really, really wrong. I think at first she’ll just assume that I’m pissed and that’s why I didn’t come to pick her up at Greg’s.

5) Get a new cell phone and get in touch with Alice and Clarence, let them know what happens. Alice is going to be hopping mad because she is a stickler for “consensual, safe and sane BDMS play and ignoring a safe word is not part of that.
6) call the office and alert Cindy, Sue and Rod that I’ve quit and that they are on their own.

Timmy

A great segment. I can't wait to see what happens next.

Thank you

GH

Timmy,
I can't wait to see what happens next either. Thing is, I suspect a little that you can't either. This is turning into a good little tale but I suspect you are going to trip over yourself soon if you don't start to plan an outline just a little ahead, or at least post a segment only when you have written the next one too. That way, only you will know about the continuity problems. I like this though, it's got a different slant to the norm.

Very interesting change of events for our little cuck!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

love this.. cant wait to see how he makes out... he needs to enjoy life and not worry about her any more...

Thanks for all your kind comments. Peak while I don't have a formal outline. I've a pretty good idea where the story is going and how it will end.
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The place I where I was staying was part of some executive office park with walkways throughout the complex. So I got dressed for a run, grabbed a glass of OJ in the lobby breakfast area before heading out into a fairly crisp morning for that time of the year. A front had moved through the area moving most of the humid air mass. I found a sign indicating the start of the “trail” and after some stretching I went off. It turned out that once around was three miles and that was fine with me.

Once back I grabbed another OJ, some coffee and a bran muffin from the breakfast bar and headed up to my room. I actually enjoyed my breakfast while watching a bit of the Today Show before taking a shower and heading out as a newly unemployed with a mission to take back control of his life.

At nine o’clock sharp I was in the assistant bank manager’s office working on the papers for transferring my money into a new account. Once done we headed to the safety deposit boxes where I removed all my papers including an very special envelop that would give Monique a pretty nasty surprise.

I put all that stuff into a new box that I had arranged for and headed next door to the phone store where I got two new phones, one with all the bells and whistles including being able to make calls outside the country in case I decided to put some distance between me and M. The other a prepaid one that I could toss if it turned out I no longer wanted contact with those that had that number.

Next I called “Red’s” office to set up an appointment for two that afternoon.

Oh by the way Michelle (the brunette) is looking for you. I’ll tell her you’re coming in and she can catch you then.”

“Sounds great, looking forward to seeing you lovely ladies, just wish it was under different circumstances.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you, may be even in…”

Then she stopped.

“Gotta go, see you at two, bye.”

Now I wondered what she meant by that?

Next stop, a coffee shop with Wi-Fi so that I could fire up my laptop.

Once I had my coffee, just black, none of all that fancy stuff for me, I called Cindy.

“Boss, what is going on? Monique called pretty frazzled looking for you and you are not here.

“Cindy, I quit last night. My letter of resignation is on Monique’s desk with my credit cards and phone. Here take this number, you can reach me on this but, please keep it from Monique. All you know is that I called you and told you about the letter.”

“But why?”

“Long story. Maybe one day I’ll tell you. Let Ron and Sue know what has happened. They are now in charge unless Monique makes some changes.”

"Oh, one more thing please. Go into her office, grab the phone and credit cards and make a list of them, confirming that the company got them back. Please fax a copy to the lake house, you've got the number. And again thanks. I owe you."

“Please, stay in touch, you’ll be missed around here, it will never be the same and good luck.”

Be the time the phone call ended, I had the numbers of both the contractor and a lock smith up on my laptop.

First I called the locksmith and told him what I needed him to do right away. He said he would take care of it but it would cost an extra hundred for the “emergency” service. I told him to go ahead and to leave both the keys and his invoice next door and would take care of it by week’s end.

Next was the contractor. He sounded disappointed, I guess Monique had given him an idea of the job and he was already counting the money.

“I’ll probably will have some work for you later on in late fall. For sure before Christmas. I’m guessing you’ll like that even better because you’ll be slow by then.”

He was mollified with that.

Next I called Mrs. Shannon and told her about the locksmith and that I would see her tomorrow afternoon.

Having completed all items on my list other than to talk to the Coopers, I looked at my watch and it was only 10:30. Lots of time before my appointment with sexy lawyer duo.

So back to my laptop to check for golf courses near my current residence. I didn’t want to go to the club. For one the membership was corporate and had quit and secondly I did not want to talk to anyone that I know, nor chance running into Greg.

Oh great there was a county owned one only a couple of miles from the hotel with a pretty interesting write up. So I finished my coffee, shut down the computer and headed back to my hotel to change clothes. The golf stuff was in my trunk. Never leave home without it.

I went through a couple of bags of balls on the range, spent some time around the practice chipping area and finally on the putting green.

Back to the hotel, a quick shower and back to down town. I stopped for lunch at the same place I ate last night and this time I finished the whole corned beef sandwich.

The sexy lawyer duo’s place of business was just a block from the diner and I asked if I could leave my car in their lot.

“No problem, we won’t get busy again before 4:30 or 5 this afternoon and I guess you’ll be gone by then.”

“Sure thing, and thanks.”

Off I went.

The building where the duo had their office was very interesting. It is in sort of a “ware house” district and theirs was one of those ware houses converted to office and living spaces. It looked like that most of the ground floor was living space, with the old freight doors now being garage entrances. I saw a “for rent” sign on one of the units and filed it away in my mind to ask “Red” about the deal here. I couldn’t stay out by the airport forever. Sure I could live up at the lake but I had to do something with my life. I was not ready to retire, no matter what I had been musing about a few weeks ago.

What a series of twists. Excellent story!!!
Keep up the great work. I love it all - a cuck with balls and self-esteem.
Can't wait for the next installment.

Thanks ggarious. I appreciate your kind words.

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“Hey speaking of labor day” - Michelle interrupted my musing - ”when are you going to invite us to that mysterious lake house of yours? No one we know at the club or anywhere else has ever been there.”

“Yeah, I think I once asked Monique about it maybe a year ago or so and she called it a dump in the woods” piped up “Red”.

“Ladies, it might have been a dump some years ago but no longer. I would love to have you up there but first I have to order mattresses for the guest rooms.”

“Guest rooms? Like more than one?”

“How big is your bed? I mean if Monique made you relax on the couch.” came the question from Michelle.

I looked at them and I was sure there was something going on. Some special twinkle showed in their eyes.

There was that damned question again. Where did I see those emerald green eyes?

I must have blushed a bit, because they both giggled.

“Well if you must know it’s a “super king size”

“You mean one of those monsters where you put two queen beds together?”

“Yep”

“Well then it’s settled, we’ll be there for the labor day weekend. No need to order mattresses. There is room enough for the three of us but YOU buster get the “crack””

They both cracked up laughing almost hysterically pointing at my crimmister red face.

I just stammered “I’ll fax you directions”

With that they shoved me out the door but not without pressing their very nice boobs into my arms giving me a kiss on each cheek.

“Take care of yourself Pete. Be careful. We’ll take care of things here. No need to worry. Let us know what the forecast is for up there so we know what to pack.”

I walked out of there with my head spinning. Yesterday I was a wimpy cuck according to my wife – hopefully soon to be ex. Now I have two hot chicks hitting on me, making all sorts of unspoken promises…

Life is going to very interesting. But those emerald green eyes. I could not let go of the thought that I had see them in a very different setting.

I walked back to the diner where my car was. I still was stuffed from the sandwich but knew that sooner or later I would be hungry. However, I had no desire to go out alone to some restaurant.

So I went back inside the diner and got a container of their excellent New England type clam chowder to “nuke” at the hotel and some rolls for dinner. I can pick up a six pack of Yuengling on the way to my hotel and I’ll be all set for the night.

After dinner I decided to call Greg on my throw away phone. Just in case he would pass the number to Monique.

“Hey Greg, it’s Peter”

Silence

“You there? Can you hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you, just a bit surprised. I thought I’d never hear from you or see you again. Look I’m so sorry about…

“Stop Greg, don’t beat yourself up over that. It was not your fault. She manipulated both of us. What are you doing this weekend? Come to the lake if you don’t mind relaxing on the couch. It’s quite comfortable, I know. Been there done that. You could come up Saturday and stay over, go home on Sunday. I’ll fix a tee time for Sunday morning. It’s going to be early because I want to be back in time for lunch and racing.”

We’ll have plenty of time to talk. I had a chat with Michelle today and she has some ideas for hairy ass harry. So do I that I want to run past you, now that I’m unemployed.”

“I heard about that, Monique called my, she was going nuts, ranting and raving that it was all my fault that you had left. If I hadn’t untied you, she could have fixed everything. I don’t know, I think she’s going off the deep end.”

“Well things are not going to get better. “Red” is going have her served the divorce papers tomorrow. So will you come?

“Sure, how do I get there?”

“I’ll e-mail you directions after we hang up. Your GPS will get you to the right area but not to where my place is. Once you are on the county road, watch your speed. Trooper Jamemister is just looking for guys like you with big flashy Merc’s.”

“I’ll try to remember. Good to hear from you, I’ll see you Saturday around lunch time.”

“Well, try to get there by noon. That way I can feed you otherwise, you’ll have to help yourself. The back will be open. Our race starts at 1:30 and I want to be out on the lake the latest by 1:15.”

“Take care and watch out for Jamemister.”

“Bye” – “Bye”

Well that was that, better stop at the super market tomorrow on the way up and stock up on food and beer.

I thought about calling the Coopers but decided that it could wait and I’ll see them maybe in permister tomorrow afternoon or evening. Something like my problem is better talked about face to face with friends.

Time for my dinner a nice cold Yuengling and maybe a movie on the tube before going to relax. Hopefully I won’t have to deal with that nightmare again.

Well this time the nightmare did not return but neither did relax. I tossed and turned, wondering if I was doing the right thing with divorcing Monique. Should I meet with her? Let her try to explain why she ignored the safe word. But then I thought about what Greg had said about her getting pissed at him for letting me go. She said to him that she could have fixed it. What did she have in mind? Pain to power me to submit? Pain to punish me for using the safe word? Or maybe pleasure? Convince me to suffer with a blow job? I just don’t know.

I loved her. No correction I still love her, I just don’t trust her any longer. A BDSM relationship without trust is dangerous, destructive.

Oh what am I going to do?

A fine mess. Maybe I get some insights into her state of mind when I talk to Greg on Saturday face to face. This is going to be rough.

I’m sure the sexy lawyer duo, if they have the mind to, can make me forget for a while. But what if my need to be dominated overwhelms me. Sure I could find some ProDomme to remove the basic itch. But that is not the same as living it even if it not truly full time. I mean there were periods with Monique where we had a truly “vanilla” life. But then again, there it always was. Just a phrase from me if the need was there and she could turn into a bitch from hell or a very caring, loving sensual Domme. I never knew which Monique would show up. That was part of the thrill, the excitement.

Same way, if she had the need to take total control. Just the two phrases “be brave” followed by “I love you” and I would submit to whatever her heart desired at that moment. Inflicting pain to just under what I was able to take, maybe stepping over the threshold once, twice to see if I could adapt, expand my horizon of suffering before backing off.

But that was the rub. She didn’t say “I love you” that night, just “be brave”. Would I have endured if she had said it? I don’t know, I will never know.

I got up, had another beer and turned the TV to some mindless infomercial with the volume low and I finally managed to fall arelax.

hi timmy I loved it . Will you be able to sty friens with Hreg and will he just be a spy for the wife. maybe have himm tell her you moved on quickly .

I was surprisingly refreshed when I woke up around seven in the morning and set out to repeat my routine from yesterday with the run and breakfast.

Fired up my computer to check my e-mails. There were a lot from Monique all sent yesterday. I didn’t delete them but decided I would read them another time. I didn’t want to spoil my weekend. It was time to take a positive approach and enjoy every moment knowing I would have friends and good company at the lake. Screw the bitch, she can wait ‘till Monday. I am sure there will be another batch, probably much more viral after she’s been served with the papers for the divorce later today.

That gave me pause, She might… Hmm, yes I think I better. So I sent an e-mail to “Red” and ask her to also arrange for a restraining order covering not only the city but also the area around the lake. I included info for the local sheriff’s office so that the court clerk could fax the order there. I had a feeling I might need it up there.

About five minutes later an e-mail came back.

“Hey sugar (sugar? Where did we go from Pete to sugar?) I already thought of it and it’s part of the package. Will take care of getting it to local law. Have a great weekend. Talk to you next week. Mich says plans for hairy ass are progressing.
XOXOXO”

Sugar, hugs and kisses? I mean, yes we were what? Not really friends at least not 'till now. That brought me back to those emerald green eyes. I still had clue where and when. But I was positive I had seen them before, even more than once. Will it will come to me one of these days. Life will be very interesting the next few weeks. With that thought, I shut down the computer, finished packing and checked out but booked the room for Monday night for three days.

I threw my stuff into the car and headed up to the lake stopping at a super market for basic staples like OJ, milk and stuff like that. Further up the road was a farm stand where I got some fresh veggies, tomatoes and eggs.

One last stop at a local butcher for some really nice steaks for Saturday night and some ground bimister for burgers. Next door was a bakery with some really great German style bread and I was all set for the weekend.

Mrs. Shannon had seen me drive up and came over with my new keys. Before heading back to her place she patted me on the shoulder.

"It will turn out alright my dear boy. I'm here if you want to talk."

It made me feel great to know that I had friends up here. With that thought I went into the house to unlock the garage door so that I could put my car inside.

I had a late lunch and was just about ready to go check on the boat, go for a sail or swim, maybe both when I heard a car coming down the gravel drive. A car door slammed there the was the “Avenging Angel” with a “full head of steam” ranting and cussing.

I was prepared, the Sheriff on speed dial. I held up the phone.

Monique, stop and shut up. You are in *** of a restraining order. Better turn around and leave”.

“No I’m not this is my property too.”

“Sorry but it is not, only mine and I repeat, you are in *** of the restraining order even if you were a co-owner. Please leave immediately or I’ll call the Sheriff.”

“You wouldn’t dare you miserable bastard. I’ll get you but good. I’ll drag your name through the mud unless you get down on knees, crawl over here and start kissing my feet and begging for forgiveness.”

The metal picture appealed to me and my dick stirred a bit but then the smart head took over and I hit the dial button.

It took two deputies to restrain her. They arrested her for trespassing, violating the restraining order and resisting arrest.

I called the Coopers and asked if I could come over to talk to them.

Ten minutes later the three of us sat on their deck with some fresh lemonade and I started to tell them the whole story including Monique’s arrest maybe half an hour ago.

They were totally shocked.

“I can’t believe that. Ignoring the safe word. What is wrong with that girl? I hate to talk bad about a friend but I’ve told her several times over the years at the club to ease up on you. That she was pushing too hard. I’m sure you never noticed because you were always blindfolded during those sessions. I was afraid it might come to that. That girl has a bit of a sadistic streak in her that goes beyond what we find acceptable.”

“So what are you going to do about her being in our local calaboose?”

“Me, nothing but if you want to, I can call Judge Parker, he owes me a few favors, and ask for a special Saturday arraignment if you want to post her bail. She’s your friend. Entirely up to you.”

“You think, you could get him to do it Sunday? Maybe a couple of night in our lock-up will do her some good?”

Oh, I think he will. It may cost me a couple of bottles of 18 year old scotch, one for him and one for the Sheriff. Let’s try it.

Well, I better cancel my tee time for tomorrow morning. This could be more interesting than taking Greg’s money in a round of golf.

“Good afternoon Judge, this is Peter, I hope I’m not interrupting anything. - Yeah they're playing only tonight. Say I was wondering. Did you hear that our most efficient constabulary arrested my wife? - You heard (chuckles) Yes she does have a very extensive vocabulary. Her dad was a Marine DI before retiring and starting his business. She spent some of her “formative years” at Camp Lejeune.

“Sir, I was wondering if maybe I could persuade you to hold a special arraignment Sunday morning. Maybe right after church. Since you would be right next to the Justice Complex. The Coopers are willing to go for her bail.”

“No sir, not me. I have a restraining order against her. That’s what started the whole mess.”

I sure appreciate that Judge. Ten on Sunday morning. I understand nothing under 18years of age. Thank you sir. Have a great afternoon. If you don’t have anything pressing early Monday morning, maybe we could get a round in.”

“Sure thing, thanks, you’ll let the Coopers know on Sunday. Again thanks so much and also please let the Sheriff know that I appreciate his quick response.”

“OK you heard it. Sunday morning at ten. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you. I have a friend coming up tomorrow. We’ll drive her car over here so that you can either take to her in the village or have it here for her. Up to you. If she had to come and get it from my place she would go back in jail.”

We all laughed a bit about that even if it was a bit strained.

That evening I got a call from the Judge.

“Say Peter, I’ve given your situation some thought and have some ideas. On Sunday morning I’ll appoint Clarence Cooper as her defense attorney. He is licensed even if he does not practice. I’ll give him a bit of time to convince her to plead guilty. I’m thinking of some suspended jail time.
You OK with that?”

“Sure Judge, whatever it takes to keep her from coming up here and creating trouble. I really appreciate…”

“I know my boy and you’ll “pay” for it” Last thing I heard was his chuckling.

That night was the first one that was untroured by weird dreams or thoughts. Maybe because Monique was in jail. I just don’t know and really don’t care.

In the morning I let Jack know that I was around and that we would be racing. He was happy and promised to be on time.

Greg showed up around 11:30 and sure enough he had a speeding ticket from Trooper Jamemister.

“I told you buddy. Can’t say I didn’t warn you. It’s like a hobby with him.”

“WOW, this is quite a place that you’ve got here. I love the setting and idea of having it set into the side of the hill. When I drove up, I thought we’d be in a tent or something seeing just the garage.”

“Monique always referred to it as the dump in the woods.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Oh, who else?”

“Red and Michelle, it seems that they had asked her at one time. Maybe when we were building and I spent a fair amount of time up here.”

We had a good laugh, some lunch and then it was time for the race. Greg hung out with the ladies next door watching the race and since it was quite breezy it went pretty fast. I decided to skip the after the race social since I had company and really wanted to have that conversation with Greg. So I dropped Jack off, his parents would get him from there and sailed home alone.

By the time I got to the dock, Greg was waiting there with beers for the two of us. I secured the boat and we headed up to the deck and sat quiet for a while before Greg started.

“Peter, I’m so sorry about…”

“Greg, hold on. None of this your fault. Monique and I had a special relationship that allowed her to do certain things. She stepped over the line in a way that cannot be fixed and I’m going to divorce her as fast as possible. “Red” is working on that. Monique manipulated both of us to what ever she thought she wanted and needed. It backfired because for some reamister she forgot, Oh I don’t know what was going on in her head. It’s over and done.”

I paused and thought - is it really over and done with? I know I still feelings for the stupid bitch but just can't ever trust her again.

"As far as you and I are concerned, nothing changes unless you want to."

"I do want to find a different place for us to play golf. I’m not going back to the club. For one, I’m no longer a member since I quit the job and there are just too many memories. Mostly good, but still. I don't need all the questioning looks. Maybe smirks from some guys she slept with. I'm going to try my best to rebuild my life. The more I can separate myself from the past the better for me.”

“There is a county course near the airport. I haven’t played there but hit some balls the other day. The practice area is first class. Not just a driving range and putting green but also pitching and a sand trap. Maybe if you used them a bit more…”

Greg punched me in the arm “one day, one day…”

“Hey I’ve got tell you. I’ve arranged for some special “entertainment” for the morning. Sorry the golf is canceled. Monique came up here to raise holy cane in spite of a restraining order. So she got arrested and right now sits in the county jail up here.

“Jail? Holy cow. She must be freaking out…”

Yeah, I’m sure she is. I kind of feel sorry for whoever has to bring her food and stuff. Anyway the judge is a friend of mine and has agreed to hold a special arraignment hearing in the morning after church. We can’t be there but they video record all court sessions and we can watch it in the Sheriff’s office. Should be fun.”

Goodhusband,
I love the way you have had Pete take care of himself for a change.
I can't wait for Monique's response to Pete's addition to her man's will. There should be fireworks.
I also like the scene between Pete and the coopers. Their reaction should help Pete realize that he did the right thing.
Keep up the great writing.

Timmy,

Really enjoying the story! It's a different take on the theme, which is fun to see, while at the same time you have a lot of kettles on simmer. A lot of great little mysteries and twists, like a good suspense novel. Plus, when people start to forget and refer to you as GH, you know you're doing something right! (sorry Irish, couldn't resist! That's why God and Mr. B.C. gave us "edit" - I know, I've about worn out that feature myself!)

Thanks for taking the time and making the effort to post this great story - you've put in a ton of work in the last couple of days!

It just keeps getting better. Ditto to Stormydog's comment on the Coopers. Can't wait to see where the green eyes go and how the Will issue unfolds. You are doing a great job. Thanks for feeding us so frequently and not making us wait between installments.
I'm on the edge of my seat

Timmy:

You're doing a GREAT job with this!! The bitch reminds me of my EX-wife in a way.


Irish:

Ummmm..... wrong credit given to Goodhusband. Yes, he tells a good story as well..... but this one is to Timmy27.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Now let me think. How would a proper BDSM club discipline a Dom who had overstepped the line ? And would they make the treatment open to all members to witness ? Not suggesting anything of course Timmy. Not my place and all that ..

You have a really good thing going here Timmy. Thanks.

WOW, thank you all for those great compliments. I'm stunned. This is the greatest thing for a guy who never got better than a "C" more like "C-" in either German (my native language) or English composition. But then again I didn't write about cuckolding, FemDomme and BDSM. Maybe it I had, I would have gotten better marks