Brenda and Bobby Revisited

My name is Robert Franklin. My friends call me Bobby. I work for Roger Carr. You know him. He's that guy on television, The Roger Carr Auto Group. He owns eight auto dealerships in the city. He's the guy whose motto is "Buy a car from Carr". Alright, he may not be the next bard, but he sure does know how to sell cars.

It was October 24th, Roger's birthday. Every year he throws a gala party for all of his employees and their wives. If you work for Roger, this is the social event of the year. Its always held in the ballroom of a downtown luxury hotel. They hire a big dance band and put on a night of dining, dancing and celebrating. The ***** flows freely and everyone has a good time.

The party was in full swing. The cocktail hour had loosened everybody up. We had all consumed a wonderful prime rib dinner. The happy birthday speeches for Roger were over and the band had just started playing.

The dance floor filled quickly. At the same time others gathered around tables for ******** and talk.

My wife Brenda and I joined a group of close friends at one of these tables. People started ferrying ****** and bottles of wine from the bar and everyone was soon feeling very loose and social.

I was engrossed in a conversation about the local NFL team. Brenda was talking to some of the other wives.

I stopped for a moment and just gazed at my wife. Brenda and I were both 36 years old. We were each on our second marriage. We were a month away from celebrating our third anniversary.

Brenda is gorgeous. Her auburn hair and brown eyes highlight the perfect features of her beautiful face. She belongs to a health club and her figure is proof that she uses it regularly. She is a very sexy woman with a large bust, narrow waist and full round ass that catches a second glance from any healthy man that she encounters.

I still can not fully understand why she married me. At 5'8" I am barely 2 inches taller than she is. People describe me as a man of slender build with slightly feminine features. I am hardly that well muscled linebacker type that Brenda could so easily attract if she chose to.

Brenda tells me that she loves my mind and intellect. We are both well educated. We enjoy quality restaurants, gourmet cooking and fine wine. We have season tickets to the opera and love art gallaries, old movies and good books. We truly enjoy each others company and can easily spend an entire evening talking and ******** wine.

I am ashamed to admit that it is certainly not my sexual prowess that attracted her. My 4 inch penis is considered small on anyones scale. To make matters worse, I have a tendency to climax quickly. Brenda cheers me up by telling me that I am very skilled with my tongue and indeed I spend many hours orally satisfying my gorgeous wife. Shortly after we were married we also purchased a large rubber cock which I have become very good at using on her. One of her favorites is to have me lick her clit while I work that large rubber penis in and out of her sopping wet cunt.

As I gazed at my gorgeous wife I started feeling guilty. I know that she loves to dance. I am a good dancer and I also enjoy dancing, but tonight I was tired and my preference was to sit at the table, ***** wine and chat.

Somewhat reluctantly I decided that I needed to be a good husband so I leaned over and rubbed Brenda's arm. "Sweetheart, Would you like to dance."

Brenda turned to me and smiled. "I would love to Bobby, but your tired. Thankyou, but I know that you would rather sit here and talk and *****. I'm okay. I'm having a good time."

"Hey, how about me then."

It was Bill Steadman. He was seated across the table from us. He was the new car sales manager at one of our dealerships. Bill was a very handsome man. You might say that he was the well muscled linebacker type.

"I love to dance and my wife stayed at home tonight. I could really use a dance partner. How about it Brenda. will you dance with me."

Brenda looked at me. "Baby, Do you mind if I dance with Bill. I would love to dance and this way you can sit here and relax with your friends."

"No sweetheart, I wouldn't mind at all."

She turned back to Bill, "I would love to dance with you Bill."

Bill stood up, walked around the table and pulled Brenda's chair out for her. As she stood up He took her hand and gallantly asked, "May I have this dance madam?"

Brenda laughed and said, "Yes please kind sir."

With that he led her off to the dance floor. I watched them leave then returned to the connversation at the table.

The time passed quickly. From time to time Bill and Brenda would return to the table, check in, have a quick glass of wine and return to the dance floor. Everyone was having a good time.

Finally, I was starting to get tired. I looked at my watch. It was after midnight. The crowd on the dance floor was thinning. Some people were getting their coats and leaving.

It had been a while since I had seen Brenda and Bill. I started to scan the dance floor. Finally I spotted them. They were in a dark corner on the far side of the floor. The band was playing a slow romantic ballad and they were dancing very close.

I started to watch them carefully. They were dancing like two high school kids at the prom. Brenda's arms were around Bills neck, her cheek was pressed against his chest. Bills right hand was massaging Brenda's ass. His left hand seemed to be between them. It appeared to be very likely that he was cupping her right breast.

My first wife divorced me eleven years ago. She came home one night and announced that she had been ******** with another man. At the time of the divorce I was deeply hurt by this announcement.

Later on my attitude started to change. I still do not know why, but I started to fantasize about my ex wife and her lover. I started to have fantasies about her having sex with him while we were married. I found internet chat rooms and web sites that talked about cuckolding and hot wives. These fanatasies were secret. I did not share them with anyone, especially Brenda. I was afraid to. I also did not fully understand them, but I did know that the were very exciting for me.

As I watched my new wife being fondled by another man I realized that I should probably be angry, but I wasn't. I was fascinated and even more I was becoming very aroused.

I withdrew from the conversation at the table so that I could continue to watch them without being disturbed. They turned several times while they were dancing. There was no doubt anymore. Bill was fondling Brenda's ass and he also had his hand inside her blouse. Oddly, I wasn't jealous. I was excited. Deep inside of myself I knew that my cuckold fantasy was in a very small way becoming a reality.

The band finished its final number. As the dance ended I watched Bill take my wife into his arms and kiss her full on the lips. This was not a thankyou peck on the cheek. This was a full blown passion kiss.

Finally Brenda broke off the kiss. She took a moment to straighten herself before letting Bill take her hand and lead her back to the table.

As they approached the table, I noticed that Brenda's lipstick was smeared and that she had missed a button hole when she rebuttoned her blouse.

Several of the other wives looked up at Brenda and then glanced over at me. Apparently I was not the only one at the table who noticed what had been going on.

Somehow the idea that others knew that my wife was not being completely faithful added to the excitement. Brenda had humiliated me. It was very slight, very subtle and actually unintentional since ******* probably had alot to do with her indiscretion, but she had humiliated me in front of others and I was finding it very exciting. For me apparently, part of the excitement of being cuckolded was being humiliated. I guess its maybe a form of masochism.

When Brenda and Bill got to the table, she turned to Bill and said, "Thankyou, you are a wonderful dance partner. I had a really good time." Then she turned to me. "Baby its late, lets get our coats. Its time to go."

As we turned to leave, I heard Bill Steadman say, "Hey Bobby, thankyou for letting me borrow your wife tonight. I had a really good time. you have a very hot wife."

There was something about the tone of his voice that seemed to have a condescending or sneering quality about it and the choice of the phrase "very hot wife" carried a strong connotation. Somehow this made me even more excited.

Part II

Brenda snuggled up against me as we drove out of the parking lot and got onto the freeway.

"Baby thankyou for letting me dance with Bill Steadman."

Brenda's speech was slurred. She had obviously had alot of wine.

"He is such a hunk. He is so sexy." Then she started to giggle, "And he has a really big cock. God it is so big. It makes that tiny little thing of yours feel like a little boys cock."

Suddenly she stopped herself. "Oh my god sweetheart. I am sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I don't know what got into me. Please forgive me."

She started to rub the inside of my thigh. "I love your cock. Its just the right size for me."

Her had moved to my crotch and she froze. I had an erection. I had a very stiff erection. For several moments Brenda was obviously contemplating this odd reaction of mine as she squeezed and examined my erect penis.

Finally she said, "I don't understand baby. I start to babble about feeling another mans cock and then blurt out to you how much bigger it is than yours. I was being ***** and stupid. I thought you would be mad or hurt. But baby you have the hardest erection that you have ever had since I have known you." Brenda paused and thought again. when she continued, she formed her words carefully. "Baby do you get excited when you think about me being with another man?"

Well here it was on the table. I was scared to answer truthfully, but I knew that I wanted to. The wine I had consumed certainly fortified my courage. I decided that being honest was the right thing to do. I tried to gather my strength. Finally, I just kind of had to blurt it out. "Yes sweetheart, it does." I paused for a moment to catch my breath and then continued. 'I don't know why, but seeing you with another man is a really erotic fantasy for me. I don't understand it, but I know that that is how I feel."

Brenda stared at me for a moment. She didn't move, she didn't say a word. Finally, she leaned against me. Her hand went back to my crotch and she started to rub my cock again. As she did this she kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "When we get home I want you to eat my pussy."

As we walked into the kitchen, Brenda grabbed me and ****** me to my knees. There has always been a subtle dominant submissive flavor to our sex life, but never so overt as this.

She lifted her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and panties. She pulled my face to her naked crotch. "Eat me."

I buried my face between her legs. She was sopping wet. I don't know how long I licked her like that. I would have loved to continue all night. Finally she stopped me by grabbing my hair and pulling me up. She yanked my arm, and pulled me into the bedroom.

"Undress me." This was not a request but rather and order. I did as I was told and carefully undressed her and hung her clothes in the closet for her.

Brenda laid down on the bed. "Strip."

Again I did as I was told.

She rolled over onto her stomach.

"Lick my asshole."

This has been part of our lovemaking from the very beginning. Brenda loves this. It was also another example of the dominant/submissive part of our relationship. Brenda has never licked my ass. The subject has never even been brought up.

I do not believe that I have ever wanted to lick Brenda's asshole more than I did that night. On internet porn sites, I see references to people who just like to eat each others asses, kind of like 69ing each other. I don't understand this. To me licking another persons ass is one of the ultimate means of expressing ********** to that person.

I always have believed that Brenda felt exactly the same way about this. Tonight she rein****** that belief.

Just as I was preparing to spread the cheeks of her ass, she rolled over and grabbed me very aggressively by the throat. As she held my face directly in front of hers she said, "Tonight I let Bill steadman unbutton my blouse and feel my breast. He slipped his hand inside the cup of my brassiere and played with my nipple. I enjoyed it. I also stroked his erect cock through his pants. It was fun to feel a cock so much bigger than that little boy peepee that you have."

She paused and looked me in the eyes for a second. Then she continued. "You have two choices right now. You can be a man and throw me out of this bed or you can be a wimp and roll me over and lick my butt."

She paused again. After a moment she asked, "Well whats it going to be, man or wimp."

She sat up on the bed staring into my eyes. After a moment she laid back. Gently I rolled her over onto her stomach, spread the cheeks of her ass and reverently began placing gentle kisses on her asshole.

As my tongue began to penetrate her dark tunnel, I heard my wife say, "Oh Bobby I love you so very much."

My tongue probed and kissed my wifes sumptuous rear for several minutes. Brenda was giving me plenty of time to express my ********** to her.

Finally she rolled over. "Go and get the cock from my dresser."

Shortly after we were married, Brenda realized that she could never be totally satisfied my meager equipment. We needed something more. The cock was the answer. We found it in an adult novelty store. It was really quite amazing. It looked and felt just like a real cock. Brenda selected one that was nine inches long and quite thick. It quickly became a regular part of our sex life.

I handed the cock to Brenda. She took it from me and brought it to her lips and gave it a gentle kiss on the head. As she kissed it, she looked at me and gave me a taunting smile. "Bill's cock was at least this big. In fact I will bet that Bill's cock looks very much like this one."

Brenda parted her lips and rubbed the head of the cock against her tongue. "If he were here right now I would take his cock into my mouth just like this." Brenda closed her lips around the cock and started to suck it. For several seconds she fellated it. She almost seemed to be in a trance while she did it. Obviously her imagination was creating a wonderful fantasy at this moment.

Finally, she stopped and handed me the cock. "This is Bill Steadman's cock. I want you to put it into me."

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs. I was incredibly excited. Her fantasy had swept me up as well. I had just watched my wife give another man a blow job and now I was being required to guide his cock into her wet pussy. This was every cuckolds dream.

I placed the head of Bill's cock against the lips of Brenda's vagina. It was much bigger than my cock. I went slowly. I did not want to hurt her. I pushed for a moment and Brenda gasped as the head slid into her.

Now I started a slow even rhythm, pushing in and pulling out. With each push, Bill's cock penetrated my wife further. Brenda began moving her hips to meet Bill's thrusts. She was enjoying her fucking. Soon she was taking his entire cock right down to the base.

I quickened the pace of the thrusts. Brenda began to moan as she drove her hips to meet this wonderful invading cock.

"Lick my clit while my lover fucks me."

I changed position so that I could continue pumping the rubber cock in and out of my wife while my tongue found her engorged clit.

I was not being gentle now. My tongue whipped Brenda's clit. The sensitivity she feels there in the early stages of sex was long gone. At the same time I pounded the cock in and out of her cunt.

Brenda started to cry out. Her cries were just little yelps at first, but soon they grew to shrill screams. Suddenly she grew ridgid. There was a moment much like the calm before a storm. Brenda began screaming again as the waves of orgasm rolled through her body.

I stopped licking her clit and held the cock stationary as my wife enjoyed the full pleasure of her climax.

Eventually, her muscles relaxed and her body grew limp. I pulled the rubber cock out of her cunt and set it on the night table.

I laid down on the bed next to her. Brenda put her head on my shoulder and cuddled up to me. After several minutes I realized that my wife had fallen a*****. At first I was kind of shocked. She has always been a very considerate lover and has always been very concerned about my satisfaction. This was the very first time that Brenda had gone to ***** without helping me get off first.

As I laid in bed contemplating this, I realized that even though it was a fantasy, this was our first cuckold like experience. It suddenly seemed appropriate that I should be going to ***** unsatisfied. I was now truly submissive to her. Her satisfaction was all that mattered. Mine was secondary.

That night I went to ***** unsatisfied for the first time in our marriage. As it turns out, it was soon to become a very common occurrence.

We slept in Sunday morning. We were both pretty tired. The events of the previous evening had worn both of us out.

I was the first to get up. After getting dressed, I went downstairs and started preparing a simple breakfast of toasted croissants, fresh fruit and tea.

As I was slicing the fruit, I heard Brenda coming down the stairs. She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. We ate, drank tea and read our Sunday newspapers. It was a very pleasant morning, but nothing was said about the events of the previous night. It was almost like we were avoiding the subject.

After breakfast we went for a walk,came home and turned on the NFL football games. Brenda and I are both big football fans. We cheered for our local team and watched the second game while we did some domestic chores.

Finally at 5:00 pm Brenda suggested that we sit down in the living room and have a glass of wine. I opened a bottle of California Zinfindal poured two glasses and sat on the couch next to her.

There was a moment of awkward silence. We both knew that we had to talk about last night and we both knew that this was the time.

Brenda was the first to speak. "I was pretty ***** last night, but not so ***** that I don't remember everything that happened." She paused. "My first fear is that I might have hurt our marriage." She took my hand. "Bobby I love you so much. I never want to do anything that will hurt you or hurt our relationship."

I squeezed Brenda's hand. "You didn't. In fact I found all of last night to be very exciting."

Brenda looked at me with a very serious expression. "You weren't just playing a sex game last night, The idea of my being with another man really does excite you?"

I swallowed hard. I could have backed away at this point, but I didn't want to. I decided to forge ahead. "Yes, very much. I can't explain why. I know it doesn't make any sense, but it excites me more than anything else in the world and I am hoping that it also excites you."

Brenda stared at the floor and thought for a few minutes. finally she looked up at me. "It does. I was obviously very excited last night and I was excited all day today and I am even more excited right now."

She continued."I don't know what to make of all this. I have been thinking about it all day. I am afraid that it might hurt our marriage. I love you so much Bobby. I don't want anything to damage what we have."

I took her hand. "We trust each other, we love each other and most of all we enjoy each other. Thats a pretty strong foundation to work from."

Brenda squeezed my hand. "I know, but I lost my first husband because I cheated on him."

"I know that and I lost my first wife because she cheated on me. But there is a difference here. My first wife didn't really like me and I didn't really like her. That was the real reason we got divorced. From what you have told me, you and your first husband had similar feelings."

Brenda laughed.

I continued. "Also your going to be doing this with my permission. you won't really be cheating."

"How about you? Do you want me to do this because you want to ***** with other women? Are you asking me for an open marriage? I don't think I can handle having you ***** with another woman." She laughed. "I guess that makes me kind of a hypocrite. I want to ***** around but only if you promise not to."

I laughed to."No baby I am not asking for permission to ***** with other women. You are woman enough for me. I promise to remain ever faithful."

"You mean you are willing to let me ***** with other men, but you will commit to remaining faithful to me?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

Brenda shook her head. "I am really confused."

She thought for a moment then looked up. "You look at pornographic web sites on the internet. I know you do, I have walked into the room too many times as you were quickly shutting your computer off." She laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not mad, In fact you should feel free to look at all the porn you want to if we decide to do this. Thats the least I can give you for what you are giving me."

She paused to regain the track of her thoughts. "What I want is some web sites that you visit that deal with this. Do you know some? I need to learn more about your fantasies. I want us to understand each other very well if we decide to pursue this."

She looked at me. "Do you have some web sites for me to look at?"

I nodded and said, "Yes."

"Good, Open up my lap top and make them favorites for me. Then why don't you make us some dinner while I look at the sites. We can talk more after dinner."

I got Brenda's computer and opened up two well known cuckold web sites. I made them favorites and brought Brenda her computer.

"Try this one first. Its the best site. If you exhaust that one, go on to the other site.

I'll go start dinner.

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Before clearing the table, I poured another glass of wine for my wife. I put it on a tray just as she requested and brought it into the den.

Brenda's attention was already riveted on her computer. As I set her glass of wine on the table next to her, I was able to sneak a quick peek at what she was looking at.

I was excited to see that she was reading one of my favorite stories at the first cuckold site. As I walked back to the kitchen I shuddered as I realized that she might be getting some ideas from that story that might make my life a lot more difficult in the future.

I quickly cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. I opened another bottle of wine, put it on a tray with two glasses and joined Brenda in the den.

As I was pouring us each another glass of wine, Brenda looked up at me and asked. "So with all this dominant stuff, do you want me to start wearing leather and whip you?"

I nearly spilled the wine as I burst out laughing. I quickly stopped as I realized her question was serious. Well not really, at least not unless you want to. I mean that's sort of fundamental to this. You get to do whatever you want to me. I am yours. I belong to you. But, your wearing leather and whipping me would not be a big turn on for me."

Now it was my wife's turn to laugh. "That's a huge relief. I don't really think I look good in leather and chains."

"Good, because, I'm not really into that kind of pain."

"Okay, now I'm confused again. What does that mean? That kind of pain? Are there other kinds of pain?"

Now I was being very serious again. "Yes, very much so. I do believe that I am a masochist, or at least sort of a masochist."

"Tell me more."

"Well, I am not particularly aroused by physical pain, but I am very aroused by mental pain."

"Give me an example."

"Okay, You let Bill Steadman fondle your breast last night. I saw him doing it."

"I thought we were being more discreet. I guess I was really ******"

"Its okay, I loved it. Watching my wife being fondled by another man at a work party was incredibly humiliating. It got me really hot, as you noticed in the car on the way home. Later on when you and Bill walked back to the table hand in hand, your lipstick was smeared and your blouse was misbuttoned. Several of the wives at the table noticed it and realized what was going on. They looked at you and looked at me several times. It was very humiliating."

"So you want me to humiliate you."

"Yes, very much. Like I say, I don't understand any of this, but it is what it is."

"What are other ways that I can humiliate you?"

"I loved it when you talked about how much smaller my cock is than Bills. Listen sweetheart, we both know that I am a pathetic lover. Its time to acknowledge that fact. I give you full permission to torment me about it."

Then I paused for a moment. "Of course you understand that the ultimate *********** is your openly ******** with other men."

"Exactly What do you mean by openly"

"I mean that there is absolutely no reason that you should feel the need to keep this aspect of our marriage a secret."

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I think that Brenda was actually stunned by that statement.

"Did I just hear you correctly? You are willing to let me ***** with other men and you don't care who knows about it?"

"I guess so." Now it was my turn to be confused. "Maybe I want to think about that, but....Well no, I mean yes." I hesitated for a minute, trying to regain my thoughts. "I do care who knows about it, but the more people who know, the more humiliating it will be for me." I paused, "Are there some people that I would prefer did not find out? Of course. Some of them are obvious, my mom and dad, my brother and my sister. You understand. But there are others who should know."

Brenda stopped me. "I understand. Listen, there are people that I want to hide this from also. I am not really anxious to have the world think I am a slut." She paused, "I think that we both understand what you meant. You get off on people knowing that I will be partying with other men. Sweetheart, this is also an issue that will take care of itself with time."

I started to respond. Brenda held up her hand. She was changing the subject. "Honey in the story I just read the wife has some cute little names for her husband. If I remember, she used needle dick, pin dick and bug fucker. Bug fucker was her favorite. I think that you should have some nice nicknames to, don't you?"

The last small part of me that still had a shred of dignity wanted to say no, but my dick was already starting to get hard. Hanging my head, I said, "As the dominant partner, it is your prerogative to give me any name that you choose."

My wife laughed. "I take that as a big yes." She thought for a minute. "Well I like the names from the story. Pin dick is very nice and bug fucker is wonderfully creative."

Brenda stopped. A moment passed during which she was obviously thinking. "The problem is that you not only have a pathetically tiny dick, you also cum faster than anyone I have ever met. I think that we have to come up with a name that truly reflects your total lack of prowess as a lover."

Brenda was silent for several minutes. Finally she looked at me and said, "I think we will start with Little Quickie. Yes, Little Quickie, I like that. That's your new name, at least until I can think of something better."

Suddenly, Brenda started to laugh out loud. "I can't wait to call Madeline and tell her all about this."

I froze. Madeline was Brenda's closest friend. She hated me. She blamed me for stealing her "bar hopping sister" from her. She also loved to make it clear that she was never able to understand what Brenda saw in me. At our wedding she whispered into my ear that she was certain Brenda would have a lover within 3 months. Brenda was obviously planning to begin my *********** immediately.

Just as I was starting to appreciate the full potential of the *********** that I was facing, Brenda raised an even more frightening issue.

"Hey little quickie, I have one more question for you. I am curious about all this denial stuff and the chastity cages. From what I have read, it seems to me that we should be seriously considering this issue."

I was speechless.

"I mean quickie, you really have to admit that your dick is pretty much worthless and that little dribble of goo that you try to pass off as semen is really not very valuable to anybody."

Brenda took a moment to consider all of this. It didn't take her long to come up with a solution. She looked up at me with that wicked smile. "After reading many of the posts on your web sites, It is clear to me that you are going to have to get used to eating cum.'

I must have jumped at this statement because Brenda stopped and said, "Yes quick spurt, If I do decide to take a lover, you can be assured that you will be licking up his deposit every time I come home from a date."

My wife leaned back in a very relaxed pose. "I think that the rule is going to be that if you get to cum you are going to have to lick up everything that that pathetic little dick of your squirts out. That way you can start to get used to the taste of semen."

Brenda then gave me a nasty smile and said, "That only leaves the issue of should we lock you up."

After thinking for a moment she shrugged and said, "I guess we can let time resolve that question."

Brenda held up her glass and motioned for more wine, As I poured she stretched and said, "So Little Quickie, I imagine that you are wondering how all of this is going to shake out?"

After filling Brenda's glass, I set the bottle of wine down. I was nervous. I didn't know if I should sit or stand.

Brenda picked up on my nervousness. "Quick spurt, I think that this is a good time for you to kneel at my feet."

The full significance of my wife's statement hit me as I dropped to my knees. Our mutual positions in this marriage were now well understood and well established.

"First of all, I accept the surrender of power and privileges that you offered me earlier. Our marital positions are now mutually acknowledged and agreed upon. I am the dominant partner and you will submit to me in all ways."

Brenda leaned forward and grabbed my face in her hands. "Do you agree to this?"

"Yes dear, I do."

"For the rest of this evening you are to refer to me as Ms. Adams. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ms. Adams."

When we got married, Brenda chose not to take my name. I am Bobby Franklin and She is Brenda Adams. Adams is her family name.

"This next week, I expect you to legally change your name to Robert Adams. It will become your name wherever you go, at work, socially and with your family. Everyone we know will be informed of your name change. Do you agree to this."

I was horrified. Things were happening very fast, too fast.

Brenda grabbed my face. "As my submissive husband it is only right and proper that you take my name. Do you agree?"

Fully realizing the *********** that I was about to face, I said, "Yes Ms. Adams, I agree."

"Very good, but there is one more small detail. I also expect you to change the spelling of your name to Bobbi ending in an i. Bobby with a y is a mans name and you are certainly not a man quick spurt. I expect your signature to become, Bobbi Adams. I expect that everyone that you know will from this next week on know you as Bobbi Adams."

The phrase be careful what you ask for because you might just get it was going through my mind as I looked my wife in the eyes and said, "I will do that Ms. Adams."

Brenda relaxed. "Lets talk about my taking lovers. Bobbi, I very much want to do this. You cannot possibly imagine how much I yearn for the feel of long hard fuck from a big cock."

I looked up at my dominant wife. I was so deeply in love at that moment. "I want you to do this. I know that I am a pathetic lover and I want you to be happy and satisfied."

"Thank you baby, I want that to. But, you have to understand something. I don't want to just run around letting guys shove their cocks into my pussy and mouth all the time."

Brenda paused and smiled for a minute. "Yes, I suppose I am going to do some one night stands, especially in the beginning. I really need some big hard cock right now. But baby, in the long run, for really good sex, I need to get to know a guy for a while. I need to build an emotional bond with him. That makes the fucking so much better. Sweetheart, if we do this, I am not only going to find casual dates and let them fuck me, I am going to want to get a boyfriend. Do you understand the difference?"

For the first time, I started to get worried. I started to wonder if this whole thing wasn't backfiring. Tentatively I asked, "Are you going to fall in love with another guy and leave me?"

Brenda pulled me up to the couch with her. She took me in her arms and kissed me. After a moment she said, "I don't know. I suppose that that is always a possibility. There is a reason that our culture stresses fidelity. Sex is a very emotional issue. Were fooling ourselves if we don't acknowledge that."

"But I don't want to lose you."

"I don't think that you will. I love you Bobbi. I love you so very much."

"I love you to. But what if you fall in love with a guy with a really big cock who also loves you."

"That may happen, but first of all, we can reduce the chances by being careful about the men I form relationships with."

"What do you mean?"

"I think that we should look exclusively for married men."

"But that doesn't seem right. I don't want you to start breaking up other marriages."

"Baby, I am not going to start going out to trap unwitting husbands. I will let guys pursue me. If a guy is out on the make, either his marriage is already in trouble or he is a chronic cheat and this is a regular part of his marriage. The second group are the guys that we want to find."

"But what if you end up with the first guy?"

"Well first of all were going to try to avoid that guy and I think that I am pretty good at telling these two kinds of husbands apart. Remember sweetheart, my first husband divorced me for cheating on him. What he didn't know and what you didn't know until tonight is that I slept with so many guys during my first marriage that I lost count."

Brenda looked at me. She was boasting, there was pride in her eyes. The funny thing was that I was also proud of her. My wife was a true hot wife.

She continued. "Secondly, it is a well established fact that when most married men have affairs, they tend to dump the woman they were involved with as soon as they get divorced. Most men get into affairs because they are unhappy with their current wives. They are looking for a way out. They use the "other woman" as a way out and dump her as quickly as they can."

"Okay, but what if he doesn't want out?"

"Sweetheart, we are playing a dangerous game, but understand this, I love you very very much and I believe that you also love me very very much. We both want to do this. There maybe times when you are going to worry. It might seem at times like I prefer my lover to you,"

Now she stopped. "There may be times when I do prefer my lover to you. but sweetheart always remember, I will always love you. You are my best friend, You are my soulmate. But most of all you offer me something that few other men can offer me."

"What's that?"

"You offer me the freedom to cheat. Honey, you are married to a chronic slut. Madeline was right. She didn't allow enough time, but eventually I am going to cheat on you or any other man that I am married to. You are my perfect husband. No matter what happens or who I am with I promise you that I will always come back to you. I fully understand that you are probably the only man in the world that I can be married to."

Brenda paused. She was watching me, trying to read my reaction to what she was saying. "Honey, I love the dominant/submissive game that we are beginning and by the way, we are going to start playing it really hard in a few minutes. But sweetheart understand this, I need you alot more than you need me."

She stopped again, but this time her eyes were pleading with me to believe her.

"You can build a lasting relationship with another woman. I am not sure that I can have a lasting relationship with any man other than you. Baby, sex is really important to me. Sex with lots of men is really important to me, but I need the Sunday breakfasts reading the paper and the walks in the sun every bit as much. You are the only man that can give me both."

Brenda pulled me to her and kissed me hard on the lips. After several seconds she pushed me away. I wanted the moment to continue. I was feeling hurt until I realized what she was doing.

My wife wanted a more meaningful kiss. I watched as she unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them down and kicked them off.

Brenda now sat on the couch next to me in her t shirt and panties. she leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Baby can you accept the fact that some of my lovers are going to be boyfriends?"

I nodded and said, "Yes".

"Can you accept the fact that at times it might even appear to you that I love my boyfriend more than I love you?"

I swallowed hard and again said, "Yes".

"Can you accept the fact that at times I might actually love my boyfriend more than I love you?

This was it then. This was the real commitment. This scared me. I hesitated, but as I hesitated I thought about everything that Brenda had just said and suddenly I understood. She was right. We would always love each other and as her cuckold I had to have faith in that fact.

Confidently now, eagerly now I answered, "Yes".

"Do you understand that no matter what happens, you will always be my submissive husband, my cuckold?"

"Yes"

Do you understand that I will always be your dominant wife, your hot wife?'

"Yes"

Brenda pushed me to the floor and rolled over on the couch so that her panty covered ass was sticking up in the air.

"Pull down my panties and demonstrate your ********** to me and your acceptance of all of my terms. You know how."

Reverently I pulled my wife's panties down and slid them off of her legs. Now I was a man of purpose. I knew what I was doing and I knew what I was committing to. I wanted to make the commitment. I now knew that we were born to be together.

I understood that I was asking for a difficult life, but it was going to be an exciting life and a life where my fantasies were completely fulfilled. I loved Brenda and I now knew that I belonged to her, that I wanted to belong to her, that I longed to belong to her.

I spread Brenda's ass cheeks apart and placed my lips against her asshole. As I kissed and licked her, I willingly surrendered my manhood to my dominant wife.

I kissed and licked my wife's gorgeous rear for several minutes. Finally, Brenda reached back, pushed my face away and stood up.

"Enough talk quick spurt, its playtime." As she was saying this, Brenda stopped herself. "No, I am wrong. We have one more chore to do tonight before we can play. But before we do that, I think we should get a little more comfortable. Come on needle dick we need to go into the bedroom and change."

I followed my wife into our bedroom.

"Quickie, strip those clothes off while I find something more suitable for you."

While I undressed I watched my wife dig through her lingerie dresser. She was obviously pulling out two outfits.

As she was doing this, she started explaining. "You know quickie, I think you and I are pretty much the same size. You're a little taller that I am but you're also a little skinnier."

When she was done, there were two sets of lingerie laid out on the bed. She turned around. I was standing naked in front of her. My little dick was standing at attention.

Brenda started to laugh. "That little pee pee of yours really is pathetic." She sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. "Come over here and kneel down." My wife spread the lips of her cunt apart. "Look at my clit dickless. Look at how big it is. I suspect that's one of the reasons that I have such a strong sex drive." Brenda rubbed it for a second. She seemed to shiver with excitement." "Give it a quick kiss baby, just for me."

I leaned forward and lightly kissed Brenda's crotch. As my lips touched my wife's cunt I was immediately aware of how wet she was.

"Oh my, that's nice. Listen puny, I think that it's kind of ironic that I have such a big clit for woman and you have such a tiny dick for a man." She paused. "Do you know what I think, I think your little dick is really a big clit."

She reached out and grabbed me by the hair. "Stand up sissy, lets take a look at your clittie." She pulled me up, reached out and took hold of my cock.

It was almost too much for me. I very nearly came right there.

Brenda realized what was happening. She grabbed my left nipple with her right hand and began to viciously twist it.

I screamed out, "Oww that hurts."

Brenda laughed and said, "Its supposed to." She twisted even harder. I grimaced from the pain.

"Remember, I get to do anything to you that I want. You might not get off on pain, but I think that maybe I might get off on inflicting it on you."

She let go of my nipple. "There that should have helped you get control of your urges. Now maybe we can inspect your little clittie without having to worry about it spitting your useless cum all over my fingers."

My wife lifted my dick up and inspected it on the top and the bottom. "Yes, it is a pathetic excuse for a cock, but it makes a really nice clitoris." She looked up at me. "Quick spurt, I think you make a much better girl than a man. I think that we are going to have to work on developing your feminine side."

I have never admitted this to anyone, but I have fantasized about cross dressing for most of my life. I don't know how Brenda was able to sense this, but she had just opened another avenue of excitement for me.

Brenda reached over and picked up a short pink lace nightgown, with matching pink lace panties and pink elastic top nylon stockings.

"These were a gift from a guy I used to date during my last marriage. I think that they should fit you. Put them on quick spurt."

While I was dressing, Brenda put on a black lace nightgown that also had matching panties and nylons. As she was pulling on the nylons, she said, "I think that in my case, the panties will only get in the way tonight. but, you should wear yours. I doubt that your little clit will be getting very much attention when we start playing."

I kind of struggled getting the nylons on and Brenda had to show me how to roll them up my legs.

When I was done dressing she said, "Step back, lets have a look at you." She surveyed me. "Oh yes. You really make a cute girl. I always thought that you might with your feminine features and slight build. Walk over and look at yourself in the mirror."

I stood in front of the mirror. I guess I felt kind of silly at first, but after a moment I started getting used to the way I looked and started to feel sexy.

"You really don't have very much body hair, but we will have to get rid of the little you have. I expect you to start shaving your legs. You can do that in the morning before you go to work. Tonight as part of our playtime were going to shave each others pussies."

I looked at Brenda. I was obviously questioning her choice of words.

She laughed. "Oh yes baby. You have a clittie. Your not a man anymore. Your cute little crotch is now a pussy." Then she sneered at me. "But dickless remember something, you might have a pussy, but I'm the only one in the house with a cunt."

Brenda stared at me for several seconds. The look of superiority in her face was almost frightening to me. At that moment she was a dominant bitch.

Her expression softened almost immediately. For several seconds she was quiet as she obviously thought about all of this.

"Tomorrow night after work we will go shopping together. We need to buy you a more feminine wardrobe."

I looked at Brenda in horror.

She smiled at me. "Oh don't worry, I am not going to make you wear dresses." She winked, "At least not outside of the house, but I think that we can find some men's clothes that have a more feminine feel to them. Also your going to throw away all of your men's underwear. Its exclusively panties and panty hose for you now girlie." She laughed, "you're going to feel really hot at work."

I was feeling kind of nervous about all of this, but I had to admit to myself that I was also really excited about it. There was a very enticing combination of *********** and sexiness in Brenda's demand.

"Enough of this, I want to start playing. Sissy boy, On the top shelf of my closet there is a pink and white shoe box. Inside you will find a pair of black patent leather spike heels. Fetch them for me."

Brenda's choice of verb excited me as I retrieved her shoes. I had never seen these before and didn't have any idea that she owned them.

Brenda saw my puzzled look. "Baby I have a lot of things left from my first marriage and my cheating days. I dated an older business man for a while. He was quite wealthy and had some very kinky tastes. He used to like to take me to Vegas and have me dress like a whore." Brenda smiled as she recalled the old memories. "He had a really big cock and loved to make me suck it in public situations like the back seat of a taxicab or on an elevator. He was so hot"

She caught herself. "Anyway he bought me these slut shoes. Now put them on me. I want to wear them tonight."

When I was done, she stood up. "Come on sissy its time for our last chore. Lets go back to the den."

In the den she sat down on the couch. "Bring me the telephone. Its time I start making plans to get back into circulation. I need to call Madeline."

I brought her the phone and while she dialed she motioned for me to get on my knees between her legs. As she waited for Madeline to answer her telephone she pulled my face to her pussy. She wanted me to eat her while she talked to her friend.

"Hello Maddie. Its Brenda. How's life?"

"Maddie are you and the other girls going to Baxters this week after work?"

"Thursday? Wonderful, Do you mind if I join you?"

"Oh yes sweetheart I am back in circulation"

"No I'm still married to the wimp and yes we are still together."

"I'll tell you and the others all about it over dinner on Thursday. I have to go right now."

"The wimp is on his knees licking my pussy and I'm having a little trouble keeping my concentration."

"No I'm not making that up, he really is"

"Yes we have a lot to talk about Thursday. I'll see you at Baxters, usual time?"

"Right 6:00 o'clock"

"Yes, I'm looking forward to it to. It will be just like old times. Bye."

Brenda handed me the telephone. I set it on the end table for her.

As I did this, she explained. "Baxters is a supper club out on the North side of the city. Its a kind of singles bar for mature adults, only there are a lot more "married but looking types" than there are singles. I used to go there every Thursday evening with Madeline and some other girls. We have dinner and then hang around for the dancing. The place is always full of hot older guys, you know guys who are in that thirty to fifty range. During my first marriage, I met most of the men that I had affairs with at Baxters."

Brenda pulled my face up so that she could look me in the eyes. "Little Quickie, There is a very good chance that I am going to cuckold you this coming Thursday night."

Brenda pushed my face away and looked down at me. "Well little quickie, our chores are done. Its playtime." She put a finger up to her cheek pretending to think. "Lets see, what game shall we play first?" After a short pause she said, "Oh I know?" She gave me an evil smile. "Tiny dick, do you like my shoes?"

I wasn't sure what was happening, but I sort of nervously stammered out, "Yes Ms. Adams, I like them very much."

"Do you think they're sexy?"

"Yes Ms. Adams, I think that they are very sexy."

"Should I wear them Thursday night when I go out looking for a lover?"

"Yes Ms. Adams, I believe that you should."

"Your my husband tiny dick. Are you sure that you want me to find a lover? I mean, I am going to be very naughty with that man when I find him."

Brenda leaned over and grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face up so that it was even with her face. "Quickspurt, I am going to take his great big cock out of his pants and lick it. Then I'm going to put it into my mouth and suck it. I want you to close your eyes wimp and imagine your sweet wife with another man's cock in her mouth."

Brenda gave me a minute to form this vision in my mind before she let go of my hair and let me fall back to my knees.

"While I'm sucking his cock, my lover is going to be unbuttoning my blouse, undoing my brassiere and playing with my big tits. Brenda looked at me. "You like to play with my big tits don't you quickie?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Well quickie, On Thursday night my big tits are going to become playthings. Not for you, my dear cuckold husband, but for another man. A man that will be enjoying the pleasures of my body while you will be sitting at home imagining him with his hands and mouth all over these beloved breasts." Brenda lifted her nightgown. As she held her large breasts up for me. She whispered, "Maybe he'll even give me hickeys all over my tits so that you can appreciate how much he enjoyed them. "

Brenda smiled. "Quickie, do you know what I am going to let my lover do when he's done playing with my tits?"

I silently looked at my wife.

"Come on tiny dick, you know what I going to let him do. I want to hear it from your lips."

She was right of course, I knew exactly what she wanted me to say. "You're going to let him fuck you."

Brenda clapped her hands like he was praising a dim witted *****. "Very good! Your right tiny dick. I am going to let him fuck me and unlike you Quickspurt he is going to fuck me for a really long time. And guess what else. When he is really hot and fucking me really hard and I am screaming with delight, I am going to let him shoot his thick fertile cum deep inside of my hot wet pussy.

Brenda's fingers slipped to her crotch as she was telling me this. She place first one then two and finally three fingers into her cunt. After a moment she sighed and said, "do you know what the really best part is quickspurt?." She didn't bother to give me time to answer. "When he is all done were going to take a break and after a little bit his big cock is going to get hard again and he's going to fuck me a second time."

My wife grabbed hold of my hair and again pulled me up to her. She pulled her fingers out of her cunt. She was very excited and her fingers were dripping with her secretions. She pushed her three fingers into my mouth. "Taste me quickspurt. Taste me now and then think about how good I am going to taste Thursday night when I come home to you with my lovers cum dripping from my well fucked cunt. Your going to get to eat my pussy when I get home so that you can also appreciate my lovers gift."

Brenda let go of me and laid back on the couch. She took a moment to collect herself. When she had regained her composure she said, "Quickspurt, do you know why it is so important to you that I get laid Thursday night?" She started laughing. "Because baby doll, I am not going to let you have another orgasm until I've been properly fucked."

My heart sank at this news. I was really horny and I had been hoping that we would have some good hot sex with the rubber cock tonight and Brenda would let me cum, maybe even let me fuck her."

Brenda must have seen my forlorn face, because she said, "Oh baby, I want Thursday night to be really important for both of us. While I am out you can be imagining how much fun I am having with my lover and you can be anticipating the wonderful reward you will get when I get home. Just imagine how much fun you will have licking my lovers cum from my cunt while my fingers stroke your tiny cocklet. Think about the intense pleasure you'll feel when you spurt your little dribble of semen. It will be so much fun."

My face must have given away my added disappointment when I heard Brenda's plan for the culmination of her date night.

"Oh baby, why the sad face? Its going to be so wonderful." Suddenly she stopped. Her expression of understanding told me she knew why I was disappointed. My wife smiled at me. Oh baby, You didn't think that I was going to let you fuck me when I got home did you?"

I just sort of knelt in front of her hanging my head.

"Oh sweetie that's so cute." She paused, "No baby, I don't think that you will ever be allowed to fuck me again. My pussy was meant for real men. Look at you in your pink nightgown and matching panties with your little clit sticking up. Oh sweetie on Thursday night when I get home, my cunt is going to be so stretched out that I wouldn't even be able to feel your little clittie inside of me, and besides, you would just slosh around in there. No baby, I'm sorry, but its better this way. Trust me on this."

She saw that I was still disappointed. She pulled me up to the couch and sat me on her knee. She pulled my face to her large breast and put her nipple into my mouth." I still love you baby, and in our own way we are still going to have wonderful sex. But you are never going to get to fuck me again and you need to get used to that idea. My cunt is now exclusively reserved for my big cocked, masculine lovers."

Brenda and I both got very quiet. Time seemed to stand still while we cuddled on the couch. She stoked my hair while I suckled at her breast. We were both happy, but somehow the sexual tension between us had vanished.

It was Brenda who finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry Bobbi."

I looked up at her. "Sorry for what?"

"I so wanted to be dominant and humiliate you tonight. I wanted to give you the night of your life."

"Brenda, you did. I've had a wonderful time so far."

"I know, I've had fun to, but I'm not used to this. Oh, I love you so much, its so hard for me to be mean to you. I had such hot plans. I was going to make you lick the soles and heels of my shoes while I twisted your nipples, I was going to make you crawl on all fours and wait on me hand and foot. I was thinking of so many wonderfully sadistic things to do to you." She paused, "I read about all kinds of stuff on your internet site. It was going to be so hot. I'm sorry honey, I feel like I let you down."

"Hey baby, its okay. Like I say, I really had fun. You were really good, you know, telling me about what you were going to do with your lover and all."

"Was I?"

"Yes sweetheart, you really were."

Brenda sighed, "its just that when I told you that I wasn't going to fuck you anymore, I suddenly felt bad. I felt like I needed to be nice to you for awhile. Also its been kind of intense since last night. I think I need a break."

"Are you having second thoughts about what you said? I mean about not fucking me anymore?"

Brenda thought for a minute. "No, I think that its the right thing for both of us." She looked at me and smiled. "I mean that's the ultimate *********** isn't it? Your married to me. I am your wife. It's your marital right to fuck me, but I am not only going to deny you that pleasure, I am going to give it to other men."

I laughed. Brenda understood me way too well. It was kind of scary. "Your right sweetheart. If we are going to do this, we should do it right." I smiled at Brenda. "You're also right about things getting a little intense." I took her hand. "Honey you've given me a little preview of your plans for me. I'm really excited. I would love it if you would do all those things to me and more. But I agree, we need to take a little break and relax. I think I know just what to do."

I got up and went into the bathroom and started running a bath. As I was doing this, I called to Brenda. "Honey, I'll have everything ready in a few minutes. Just relax for a moment."

While the bath was running I went to the refrigerator and got a bottle of champagne and opened it. I took two glasses from the cupboard and put everything on a tray. I brought the tray into the bathroom and set it by the tub.

I went back into the den, took Brenda by the hand and led her to the bathroom. "Ms. Adams your bath is ready. May I undress you?"

She giggled. "You most certainly may."

When Brenda was undressed, I removed my own clothing and we got into the tub together. Once we were both comfortable I poured each of us a glass of champagne.

We sat in the bath ******** champagne and taking turns shaving each others legs and genitals. It was wonderful. When we were done, I held up a huge soft towel for Brenda as she stepped out of the tub. After I'd dried her, we went into the bedroom where she taught me to give her a pedicure and paint her toenails. When I was done she watched as I gave myself a pedicure and painted my toenails.

As the evening drew to a close, we got into bed. The big rubber cock again played the role of Brenda's lover. We repeated the scenario from last night, I licked my wife's clitoris as her lover pushed his big hard cock in and out of her cunt. Brenda's tension was finally released in the form of three orgasms.

I was left with a throbbing erection. Brenda was true to her word. I was not to be allowed any release until she had been well fucked by a real man with a big hard cock. As I went to ***** I was looking forward to Thursday with the excitement and impatience of a 10 year old anticipating his birthday.

Monday morning I had business to attend to. Brenda had given me several commands. I was facing a major lifestyle change and it was going to be obvious to the people around me. This was exactly what I wanted, but I had to find a way to continue my professional life in this new role.

My first problem was my current employer. Roger Carr was a conservative right wing Christian. He was not going to accept my new lifestyle easily. A job change seemed to be a necessity.

Fortunately, I was one of the better tax accountants in the metropolitan area. At 7:30 am I called Renee Turner. Renee ran an accounting firm known for its open attitude about the lifestyles of its employees. We met at 8:30. By 9:00 she understood enough about my new way of life to understand what I was seeking. By 9:30 we had hammered out a contract. I would give my notice to Roger and start working for Renee in 30 days. I would take a pay cut, but what the heck, I made plenty of money.

I met with Roger Carr at 10:30. I was very frank. He called me every name he could think of. Pervert, fag, wimp and sissy were the ones I remember. He tried to throw me out of his office. I reminded him that I was his chief accountant. I pointed out that I understood his books better than anyone in his organization.

I told him that he had three choices. He could pay me a months salary and I would work every day for the next month. He could pay me a months salary and I would be available to answer questions from his corps of accountants for the next month but I wouldn't come into the office. His last choice was that he could throw me out. If he made that choice, I assured him that I would never again give him or any of his employees the time of day let alone any assistance with his books.

As I left his office, I gave him my cell phone number and told him he had one hour to make up his mind.

He called me twenty minutes later. I would be paid a months salary. His accountants would be contacting me for help, but I did not need to come into work.

I may be my wife's wimp, but I am sure as hell not anyone else's wimp.

I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon with the name change. By the end of the week I would legally become Mr. Bobbi Adams.

I met Brenda in the late afternoon. We went to the mall and to go shopping. We both bought several sets of lingerie and I bought enough panties and hose to replace all of my male underwear. We also went to several men's and women's clothing stores. I ended up with a number of men's shirts and slacks with a slightly feminine cut. We also purchased several sets of very feminine blouses and slacks. The blouses had ruffles and flowers and the slacks zipped in the rear. Brenda told me that she could hardly wait to see me wearing those.

At dinner that night we both talked about how excited we were. Thursday could not come fast enough.

It is always amazing to me how anticipation can slow the advance of time. On Tuesday it seemed like Thursday would never come. By Wednesday it seemed like a year had passed since Sunday night and still Thursday seemed to be a part of the distant future.

I tried to keep busy. Adapting to my new life style took time and effort and occupied most of Tuesday. I had to clean out my closet, throw away most of my old wardrobe and replace it with my new clothing.

I was also now responsible for all of the domestic chores in the house. I spent Wednesday morning doing laundry for both Brenda and myself. Going to the grocery store and the ****** store to restock our pantry filled most of Wednesday afternoon. Wednesday night we went to bed early.

Brenda had taken vacation days for both Thursday and Friday. On Thursday we wanted to be able to share and savor the preparations for Brenda's first night out in her new role as a hot wife. Brenda took Friday off so that she could fully enjoy herself Thursday night without worrying about having to get up and go to work the next day.

I was up with the sun on Thursday morning. The big day was here and I was too excited to stay in bed. I let Brenda ***** in. I wanted her to feel well rested for her evening.

I spent the morning cleaning the house. It was almost noon when I heard Brenda get up and go into the bathroom. I waited until I heard her flush the toilet and come out again before I disturbed her.

"Morning Ms. Adams." I had already decided that I would initiate a very submissive role for this day.

Brenda smiled. She understood exactly what I was doing.

"Morning Quickie. Make me some breakfast while I get dressed. I will have my usual. Hurry now, We don't have much time to waste. I have an appointment at the Le Femme Salon at 1:30."

Brenda looked at me and noticed my work clothes. "Quickspurt, as soon as you are done serving me my breakfast, you need to get cleaned up.

I poured Brenda a glass of orange juice, sliced a banana and put some yogurt in a bowl. I set it all on the dining room table along with a cup of coffee. When I was done, I went into the bathroom and jumped into the shower.

After I showered I went into our bedroom. I had just slipped my panties on and was rolling my hose onto my legs when Brenda walked into the room. My wife looked at me and shook her head. "Come on wimp, we have to get going. Angela hates it if I am late for an appointment."

I quickly finished dressing. I was wearing a pair of tan slacks, a pink golf shirt with Two roses embroidered on the left breast, beige panty hose and a pair of thin soled tassel loafers.

"Don't you look cute." Brenda walked over to me, kissed me hard on the lips and twisted my nipple. After a moment, she let go. "Come on. We have to hurry."

We took Brenda's convertible. It was a nice fall day. She put the top down.

We arrived at the salon just before 1:30. Angela brought Brenda right in. I sat in a chair and watched as my wife got the works.

We were there until 3:00. They did a terrific job. When they were done, Brenda looked spectacular. Our next stop was the mall. We went to a boutique that specializes in clothing for women in their early 20's. Brenda was looking for a very short skirt and a tight low cut blouse that left some bare midriff.

She tried on numerous outfits. As she modeled each of them for me she asked, "Do you think this will get a hot guy's attention?" The saleslady was standing right there. Brenda made sure that she was well aware of the fact that I was her husband and that she was buying clothing for a hot night out with another man. It was deliciously humiliating.

We finally made our clothing selection and raced home. It was 4:30. I was going to drive Brenda to the supper club. She was planning to meet her girlfriends for dinner at 6:00. We had to leave by 5:40 if she was going to be on time.

When we got home, I made a quick snack of cheese, carrots and sliced apples for Brenda. I didn't want her to starve while she was waiting for dinner at the club. While she sat down and ate, I went into the bathroom and started to draw a bath. While the water was running, I unpacked her new clothes, removed the tags and hung everything on hangars.

When Brenda was done eating, she came into the bathroom. I undressed her and she got into the tub. I lovingly bathed my beautiful wife. After washing her, I shaved her legs and her pussy. When I was done Brenda stepped out of the tub. I dried her with a large soft terry cloth towel and led her into the bedroom. Brenda laid down on the bed on her stomach. For the next few minutes I gave her a full body massage. I was doing everything possible to pamper my divine goddess.

After several minutes of massage, Brenda got up, sat at her makeup table and applied her makeup. When she was done, she stood up to begin putting on her new clothes. I was there to assist her as she dressed.

First Brenda put on her new black lace garter belt and sat down on the edge of the bed so that she could roll her stockings up her beautiful legs. When she was done, she stood again and I knelt behind her so that I could fasten the rear clasps of the garter to her stockings.

As I fastened the clasps I looked up at my wife. She has a very sexy body. The garter belt framed her full round ass, the ass that I so loved to kiss and lick. When the clasps were fastened, I leaned forward and gave each of her ass cheeks and the crack of her ass a light kiss.

Brenda turned and smiled down at me. "I am so lucky to have such a devoted husband. Now do the front clasps dear." I fastened them quickly. The garter framed her freshly shaved pussy. Brenda looked at me and smiled as she pointed to her pussy. I gave her several light kisses and then ran my tongue up and down its full length. Brenda gasped with pleasure. I looked up, her eyes were momentarily closed. Her large round breasts hovered freely above me. She reminded me of a Greek goddess.

Next I handed her panties to her. She explained that she wanted to put them on after she put on her garter and stockings so that either she or her lover could easily take them off later in the evening.

After her panties were on, I held her brassiere out. I had never seen one this skimpy. Brenda slid her arms though the straps and I lovingly placed the tiny cups over her nipples and fastened the clasp behind her back. Her ample breasts poured over the edges of the bra. This was a brassiere designed for the sole purpose of creating cleavage and it was very successful.

Her blouse was next. It was both erotic and elegant. It was made of very expensive black lace and covered with tiny jewels. The blouse just covered her shoulders. The neckline plunged to reveal large amounts of my wife's voluptuous cleavage. The blouse was held together in the front by three pearl buttons and it was gathered into a hem just above Brenda's navel, exposing her smooth flat stomach.

As Brenda buttoned her blouse, I picked up her black miniskirt. This skirt was designed to be worn on the hips. The waist fell well below my wife's belly button. It was belted with a large black leather belt with jeweled studs. This belt had a very distinct S and M flavor to it. It was incredibly sexy. As Brenda put on her skirt I noticed that it was so short that it barely covered her stocking tops and the clasps of her garter. I was also certain that she would not be able to bend over without providing a little peep show to any man standing or sitting behind her.

Finally, Brenda sat on the edge of the bed while I knelt in front of her and placed the black spike heels that she had worn the other night on her feet. Yesterday I had spent an hour cleaning and polishing these shoes. They were perfect with her outfit.

Brenda stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.

I admired her from my knees. "You look absolutely gorgeous."

Brenda turned, bent over and kissed my forehead. Then she went to the chair by her makeup table and leaned over on it. As she reached back and pulled her black thong aside she said, "Quickly, We don't have much time. Come over here and lick my ass before we go."

I raced over on my knees, spread the cheeks of my hot wife's voluptuous ass and kissed and licked her asshole for several minutes.

Brenda sighed. "That feels so nice." Then she stood up. "Come on little quickie, its time to go."

We had agreed that I would drive Brenda to dinner and that I would pick her up wherever she ended up at the end of the evening. We decided this so that Brenda wouldn't have to worry about ******** and driving. We could also avoid having to retrieve her car tomorrow if she were to end up going home with a guy.

We went into the garage and got into the car. I backed the car down the driveway, pulled into the street and put the car into drive.

As we drove down the street a thrill of excitement went through me. I was taking my wife to bar so that she could meet a man for casual sex and make me her cuckold.

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For several minutes we drove in silence. Both of us were excited and I think that we needed a little time to relax and catch our breath.

As I pulled my large SUV onto the freeway, Brenda got a mischievous smile on her face and unclasped her seat belt.

I was about to ask her what she was doing, when she spread her legs and put her right foot up on the dashboard. She lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist, pulled the crotch of her thong panties aside and started to finger her pussy.

"Little dick, this is so exciting. You can't imagine how bored I have gotten with that pathetic little worm that you call a penis."

I was very aware of the fact that Brenda was doing this for my pleasure. She was repaying me for giving her the freedom to take a lover. She was now providing me with the *********** that I treasured so dearly.

"Quickspurt, I am going to have so much fun tonight. Baxter's is usually loaded with hot men. Did you hear me quickie. I said men, hot men, not pathetic little sissy boys like you."

I was working hard to keep my attention focused on the road ahead, but I couldn't resist taking quick peeks at Brenda as she fingered her smooth wet pussy.

"I am so looking forward to unzipping a real man's trousers and taking his big hard cock out of his pants. Do you know what I'm going to do then quickie?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I'm going to put that great big dick into my mouth and suck it. How does that make you feel quickie? Me sucking another man's cock?" Brenda laughed a deliberately cruel laugh. "Especially when You know that I won't give you that pleasure." She laughed some more. "What a pathetic wimp you are. Driving me to a bar so that I can give pleasure to another man. A pleasure that I refuse to give to you, you my sissy wimp husband."

Brenda watched me. It was clear that I was enjoying her ***** so she continued. "Do you know what I am going to do after I suck his cock? Again she didn't wait for an answer. "I'm going to let him fuck me. I am going to let him push his big hard cock into my wet cunt and let him keep pushing it in and out of me until I cry out in ecstasy and he shoots his hot baby making cum deep into my womb."

Brenda changed her tone. She was now talking like she was speaking to a little *****. "Is that okay with you baby? Is it okay if I let the big man shoot his stuff into my sweet little pussy?"

She changed her tone again. "Your not saying much are you quickspurt? I wonder why? Could it be that your being so quiet because you know that you will never get to fuck me again? That's right Quickspurt, getting to fuck me is a pleasure that will be denied to you for as long as you live?" She laughed. Your just my sissy wimp maid now. Your role is to bath me and dress me so that I can go out and have fun with other men."

Brenda took her fingers from her pussy and placed them on my lips. "Taste me quickie. Taste this pussy that is by marital right supposed to be your private domain. Taste me and understand that tonight I am going to give myself to another man. I am going to give another man the pleasure that by right belongs solely to you. A pleasure that I deny you. Bobbi. Tonight I am going to make you my cuckold."

As Brenda finished taunting me, we pulled up to the front door of Baxter's.

I put my SUV into park, sat back and took a deep breath. It had been very hard to keep my attention on driving while my wife was teasing me. I was very aroused. Brenda had just done the nicest thing that she could possibly do for me and she knew it.

She slipped the crotch of her panties back into place, pulled her skirt back down and put her foot back on the floor. I was still trying to regain my composure.

She leaned over and kissed me softly on the cheek. "Did you enjoy that sweetheart. I love you so much and I am so grateful that your letting me go out and play tonight. I just wanted to give you some pleasure while you drove me here. Was it good for you?"

I smiled at my wife, "Yes, Brenda it was wonderful. Thankyou, I really enjoyed it."

"I'm so glad." My wife took my face into her hands and pulled me to her. She kissed me hard on the lips and ****** her tongue into my mouth. At the same time, She dropped her right hand to my left nipple and viciously twisted it . After several seconds, she broke off her kiss and released my nipple. It continued to throb with pain even after she let go of it.

Brenda took my hand in hers and held it. "I love you so much Bobbi. Don't ever forget that. No matter what happens tonight or in the future, please remember that I will always love you more than any other man in the entire world. Bobbi, I promise that no matter what happens, I will always come home to you."

For a moment we sat together in silence and held hands. Finally, I looked at the clock in the dashboard. "Sweetheart, I'll always love you to, but its six o'clock, its playtime for you." I reached over and kissed her. Thanks for the little game we played on the way here. I really did enjoy it. Now its time for you to have your fun. Go get 'em sweetheart. Call me if you need me. I'll be at home."

Brenda got out of the car and started up the walkway to the front door of the club. Halfway there she turned and blew me a kiss. I waved and watched as she turned again and walked the rest of the way to the door. She looked really sexy from the back with her bare waist, short skirt, nylons and spikeheels.

The doorman opened the door for her. I smiled as he obviously checked out my sexy wife as she disappeared into the club.

I sat for a moment before I put the car into drive and pulled away.

It's really exciting to watch your hot wife walk into a nightclub to meet a man so that she can have sex with him.

Brenda is a strong willed woman

When I got home, my first stop was the bathroom. I had to pee. I pulled down my pants and my panties and sat down to relieve myself. This had been another of Brenda's demands. She decided that since I was not a "real man", we could easily resolve the toilet seat up or down question. I would sit down to pee.

When I was done, I wiped off my clittie with a square of tissue and pulled my panties and pants back up.

I realized that I hadn't eaten since early this morning. I was hungry. I went into the kitchen and put on the lace trimmed apron that Brenda had bought for me. While I was preparing some supper, I wondered how Brenda was doing.

I knew that she was meeting Madeline, and I remembered her mentioning that there would be other women at dinner. I wondered who the other women were and whether or not I had met them at our wedding.

As I ate my dinner, I remembered that Brenda had promised Madeline that she would fill her in on all the details of our new relationship. I felt a tinge of excitement as imagined my wife telling all the girls at the table how she has feminized me and made me her submissive husband.

I tried to imagine the smirk on Madeline's face when Brenda told her that she demanded that I take her last name and change the spelling of my first name from bobby to bobbi.

I could hear the women laughing as Brenda described in detail how I had dressed her for her date and how she had taunted and teased me as I drove her to the club.

I was excited as I cleared the table and washed the dishes. My cuckold fantasies, those secret fantasies that have aroused me for all these years were all coming true tonight.

I went into the bathroom and drew a bath. I shaved my legs and my pubic area. It was Brenda's edict that my body always be smooth and hairless. Only men were permitted to have body hair. I finished my bath by washing and conditioning my hair under the shower.

As I stepped out of the tub, I imagined Brenda sitting at the table with the girls having an after dinner *****. I visualized a man walking up to her chair and asking her if she would care to dance. He was tall, and ruggedly handsome. Brenda of course would smile and accept his offer.

I was pulling on a fresh pair of panties when the telephone started to ring. I jumped up. It was really too early for Brenda to be calling. As I picked up the call. I hoped that nothing was wrong.

It was Brenda. "Hi quickspurt. How's your evening going?"

"It's very nice, I just got out of the tub." I was puzzled. "How is your evening going? I didn't expect to hear from you this early. Is everything okay?"

I heard Brenda laugh on the other end of the line. "Honey it couldn't be better. Listen baby, I ran into a guy that I used to know. He was a very close friend." She laughed. "A very very close friend if you know what I mean. We were kind of fuck buddies. His name is Gil Mitchell."

Brenda paused for a minute so I asked, "are you and Gil going to get together tonight?"

"Well yes baby, we are. That's why I am calling you. You see were coming to our house."

"Your coming here?" I was a stunned. "Yes sweetheart that's our plan. Is that a problem for you? I thought you might like it."

"No Brenda, its not a problem. I just didn't expect this. Please, by all means bring him home with you."

"Good, because part of the deal is that Gil wants to meet you. Like I just told you baby, Gil and I were very good friends before you and I got married. When you asked me to marry you, I really wanted it to work. I knew that Gil and I couldn't just be friends. No matter how hard we tried I knew that we would eventually end up in bed together, so I told him that we couldn't see each other anymore. We both felt very sad about it."

Anyway, I ran into Gil tonight and we started talking. He asked me how you and I were doing so I told him about how our marriage had changed. I tried to explain to him that you are submissive to me now and I get to do anything I want. He's trying, but he really doesn't understand. He was shocked when I told him that I get to party with other guys."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Listen Baby, were coming over. We'll be there in about 20 minutes. We can talk more when Gil and I get there."

"Brenda are you going to ***** with him tonight?"

I heard my wife laughing. "Quickspurt, I'm going to go to bed with Gil tonight, but we aren't going to do any *****ing. Honey Gil really knows how to fuck. I hope to spend most of the night with his big hard cock in my cunt."

I started to get nervous. "Brenda, how come you didn't marry him."

"Oh baby, your not going to go and get jealous on me are you?"

"Oh no, oh I'm sorry sweetheart. No I didn't mean it that way. Please forget I asked."

"No its okay baby. First of all I didn't marry him because I love you. Secondly Gil is already married. Honey he is a real safe guy for us to start playing with.

I started to interrupt but Brenda wouldn't let me.

"Now listen to me little dick. I don't want to spend the whole night on the telephone. Get dressed." There was a pause. "Not too feminine okay baby. Panties and thigh high nylons under your trousers, but a mans shirt and slacks. We don't want to scare Gil too much. He is going to worry just a little bit about our expecting him to have sex with you. You know what I mean, is this a 3 way or something. That's not what he wants and I want to assure him that that's not what we want either."

Brenda paused again. "Quickie, Gil ****** beer. Make sure there is plenty in the fridge and open a bottle of red wine for me. Oh and quickie, I think that Gil is probably going to spend the night. Be sure to move everything that you're going to want tonight and tomorrow morning into the guest room."

Suddenly I heard my wife say, "Stop that now, I'm trying to talk to my husband." It was very apparent that Brenda was not speaking to me.

After a moment she was back. "Sweetheart, I have to go. Gil is getting impatient." Brenda started giggling like a teenager. "He just undid my bra. Baby, I Love you. We'll see you in a few minutes."

My wife hung up the telephone.

I stood for a moment trying to digest what I had just heard. As I stood there I suddenly I realized that I had to get moving. I only had 20 minutes to get everything ready.

I quickly finished dressing. I followed Brenda's instructions. I put on a pair of khakis and a knit golf shirt over my panties and nylons.

When I was done getting dressed, I raced to the master bedroom and tried to anticipate the things I might want either tonight or in the morning. I only grabbed a few things that I thought were essentials. I picked up a nightgown, my slippers and a robe. I added clean panties, another pair of nylons and a clean shirt. I went into the master bathroom and grabbed both my hairbrush, my toothbrush and some tooth paste. I placed these things in the guest room and went back to the master bedroom for my reading glasses and my book.

When I had everything I needed, I went to the bar and checked the refrigerator. There was plenty of beer in there. I had a good stock of both domestics and imports. When I finished opening a bottle of merlot for Brenda, I noticed that I still had 5 minutes left, so I went to the kitchen and sliced some cheese and strawberries and put them on a serving platter.

What does a good husband serve to his wife and her lover when they come home from a nightclub so they can fuck?

I opened a bottle of wine for Brenda and took a glass out of the cupboard. As I was placing everything onto the bar, I heard a car pull into the driveway. I quickly set everything down, walked over to the window, moved the curtains and peeked outside.

There was a strange car parked next to my SUV. It was dark, but I could make out two people in the front seat. They were kissing. My heart began to race. This was beyond anything that I could have possibly imagined.

After several seconds they broke apart. The drivers side door opened. A man got out. It was too dark to see him very clearly. He walked around to the passenger side of the car, opened the door and extended a hand. Brenda reached out to him and he helped her out of the car. Gil was certainly a gentleman.

Once out of the car, Brenda stood on her tip toes and kissed him again. Brenda was 5'6" tall. Gil was at least a foot taller than my wife. He was a big man.

As I watched from the window they broke off their kiss. My wife took her lover by the hand and led him up to the front steps.

I closed the curtain, ran to the front door and opened it.

Brenda stepped in with Gil following her. "Hi Baby, were here."

I immediately noticed that the front of Brenda's blouse was unbuttoned and her brassiere was hanging loose. It had obviously been unclasped. I also noticed that my wife was making absolutely no effort to conceal this fact from me. Gil had already been fondling her breasts and she wanted me to know it.

Brenda walked over to me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Then she stepped back, put her arm around Gil's waist and hugged him. It was a clear message, tonight she was with this other man. "Bobbi, I would like you to meet Gil Mitchell. Gil is my date for the evening. He came over here to fuck me." She looked up at her lover. Gil this is my husband Bobbi, but you should feel free to call him little quickie, quickspurt or tiny dick."

Brenda smiled at both of us. "Well guys, everything is out in the open now. There is nothing between the three of us that is taboo for conversation."

Brenda took Gil's hand. "Come on baby, lets go sit on the couch." As she led Gil into the living room she called to me. "Hey tiny dick, bring Gil a beer and pour a glass of wine for me."

As they walked over to the couch I said, "Gil, would you prefer an import or a domestic?"

Brenda stopped and looked at me. "Tiny dick, I think that it would be better if you addressed Gil as Sir tonight." She paused for a moment. "And I am of course Ms. Adams."

Brenda was obviously doing her best to try to make my fantasy come true while she was fulfilling her own.

I submissively bowed to my wife and replied, "Yes of course Ms Adams." I looked at Gil. "Sir, I apologize. Please forgive me for my familiarity. I meant no offense or disrespect." Then I bowed to him.

Gil smiled and said, "No offense taken." He paused for a moment and then added, "quickspurt."

"Please allow me to try again. Sir, would you prefer an imported beer or a domestic."

Gil laughed and said, "Quickie, I would love an import."

I went back to the bar and got the two ****** and put them on a try. I added a glass for Gil's beer and returned to the living room. As I entered the room I had to stop for a moment. I was slightly stunned by what I saw. Brenda and Gil were on the couch locked in a passionate kiss. Gil's hand was inside my wife's loose brassiere and Brenda was massaging Gil's erect cock through his trousers.

Trying to be discreet, I placed Brenda's wine on a coaster on one end table and poured Gil's beer into a glass and set it on the other end table.

They stopped their embrace as I was bringing the tray back to the bar.

When I returned, I said, "Sir you were occupied when I brought your beer. I hope that it was alright that I poured it into a glass?"

Gil laughed and said, "Bobbi either one, glass or bottle, is fine with me." Then he turned to Brenda. "Baby isn't he going to have a ***** with us?"

Brenda thought for a moment and finally said, "Lets take a break for a few minutes. I think that we should have a little talk." She smiled at me, "Bobbi get yourself a glass of wine and sit on the chair over there."

I poured my wine and sat down in the chair opposite my wife and her lover. Brenda had kicked her shoes off. She was sitting on the couch snuggled up to Gil with her feet tucked under her. Her arm was around his broad shoulders.

"Okay, I think that all three of us need to get to know each other a little bit better. Since I know both of you really well, how about if provide the preliminary details."

Both Gil and I nodded with approval. He patted my wife's knee and said, "Go ahead."

"Both of you feel free to interrupt if I'm getting something wrong. "

Brenda took a deep breath and started. "Bobbi, Gil and I were casual lovers for almost six years before I met you." She looked at Gil. "That's about right isn't it baby?"

"Yes, I think that's pretty close."

We got together and fucked at least once a week. Gil was married the whole time. Gil is still married. Gil's wife Patricia is a beautiful woman who created a line of hair products almost 15 years ago now. She is a very successful businesswoman. Gil loves her very much. He used to always tell me that and tonight in the club he reaffirmed it to me again. Isn't that right Gil?"

He nodded and said, "Yes, I still love her very much."

Now he continued the story. "Bobbi, my wife is a beautiful and intelligent woman, but she has a very low sex drive. She has thrown all of her energy into her business. We still spend lots of quality time together, but our sex life came to a complete standstill about 10 years ago. We went to counselors, Patricia saw numerous doctors. They explained that some women simply have a low sex drive. They basically told me to get used to it."

Gil took a big swallow of his beer. "The problem is Bobbi, I have a very strong sex drive. I tried being celibate, but I just couldn't do it. Finally I had a serious confrontation with Patricia. We were on the verge of divorce."

He paused again and took another swallow of beer. "We don't have any ********. It would have been an easy split. I make plenty of money on my own. I wouldn't have tried to fight Patricia for hers. The problem was and still is that we both really like and love each other. We want to stay together.

Gil picked up his glass and drained the rest of his beer.

I held up my hand. "Time out." I jumped up, ran to the bar, got another bottle of beer, ran back and set it next to Gil.

Gil smiled at me and said, "Thanks buddy."

I smiled back and nodded to him.

He poured the new beer into his glass and continued telling his story

"Anyway, we came to an agreement. Patricia was willing to look the other way if I wanted to have some extramarital affairs. I had to promise to be discreet about it and never throw it in her face."

"Well Bobbi, Your wife and I met at Baxter's one night. We hit it off and started to see each other regularly. When she came to me several years later and told me that she couldn't see me anymore because she was getting married to you, I was heartbroken. We talked about it. It was obvious to me that she really loved you and wanted to make this marriage work. I also knew about her previous tendency towards cheating and so I knew that we couldn't be just friends. We made a clean break. Until tonight I have not seen Brenda since before the two of you were married."

He took another sip of beer. "Bobbi I have to admit that I was ecstatic when Brenda told me about the new developments in your relationship. I kind of find them hard to believe, but the notion that I can start ******** with her again is really exciting to me. I have really missed her."

He paused and thought for a moment. I'm kind of confused about all of this cuckold stuff and this sub - dom stuff." He stopped for a moment to think. "You seem like a really nice guy and I am not sure I want to be mean to you." He shrugged. "But if that's what it takes to get to ***** with your wife, well I guess I can try."

Brenda pulled Gil to her and kissed him. Their kiss turned into a passionate embrace for several seconds.

Finally, Brenda pushed her lover away and smiled at him. "Gil its easy to remember why I like you so much, you're a really nice guy." She sighed, "The thing is if you really want to be nice to Bobbi..."

I interrupted my wife. "Brenda, Gil told his story. I think it's best if I tell mine." Brenda smiled at me and shook her head in agreement. "You're right. Go ahead sweetheart."

Following Gil's lead, I took a large swallow of wine. "Gil, I am not a large man. I'm small boned, slender, short and rather effeminate. I have never been the big jock type. When I was younger I was bullied and teased without mercy. Over the years I have made peace with who I am. I am very proud of myself. I am cultured, well educated, intelligent and successful in my profession."

Now it was my turn to pause and take another swallow of wine. "Gil, This is embarrassing for me. I have to say it quickly." I took a deep breath. "I have a very small penis and to make matters worse, when I try to have sex with a woman, I ejaculate almost instantly. I am a pathetic lover. I have been ashamed of this for all of my adult life ."

I looked up at my wife and her boyfriend. They were both listening respectfully. I took another swallow of wine. "The problem is that like you, I also have a very strong sex drive. My problem however, is much more complicated than yours. You're a big handsome guy with a huge cock who can fuck all night long. Women love to have sex with you. On the other hand, I learned very quickly that tiny dicked guys who ejaculate in seconds don't get many second dates."

I finished my wine. This time Brenda held up her hand and said, "Time out." She jumped up and got the bottle of wine and a third beer for Gil. She poured me another glass of wine and set the bottle down on the end table next to her.

I continued. "Gradually, I began to have submissive fantasies. I really don't know why. Maybe I subconsciously started to believe that submitting to the will of a strong woman was one way that I could be successful in a sexual relationship.

"The cuckold part is even harder for me to understand. My first wife divorced me eleven years ago. She came home one night and announced that she had been ******** with another man. I was deeply hurt when I first heard this announcement.

"After we were divorced, my attitude started to change. I still don't understand why, but I started to fantasize about my ex wife and her lover. I created wildly exciting mental images of her having sex with him while we were still married.

"I started surfing the internet. I found chat rooms and web sites that talked about cuckolding and hot wives.

"Shortly after I met Brenda I started to have fantasies about her and other men. I kept these fantasies secret. I didn't share them with anyone, especially Brenda. I was afraid to tell her. I was terrified that she would think I was a pervert."

I stared at the floor for a moment. "I really don't know why I have these fantasies. I do know that I'm a masochist. "

Gil interrupted. "You mean one of those guys who likes pain?"

I nodded. "That's right, but I don't crave physical pain."

"What other kind is there?"

I smiled, "Mental pain, ***********. It's absolute ******* for me to have to sit here and watch the woman I love cuddled up to you with her arm around your shoulders."

Brenda sat up and took her arm off of Gil's shoulder.

I smiled at her. "It's okay. Please put your arm around him again. Seeing you dote on your lover is painful, but it's also wildly erotic for me."

I looked at Gil and shrugged. "Some guys like to be whipped. I like being humiliated by my wife."

Brenda smiled at me and snuggled up to her lover again.

I took a deep breath. "There it is in a nutshell. I'm a masochist. I crave mental pain and ***********. What can possibly be more humiliating in our culture than having your wife openly ***** with other men." I paused and smiled. "Especially if she refuses to give me that same pleasure."

Gil looked at Brenda. "You're going to let me fuck you, but you aren't going to let him fuck you?"

Brenda smiled and slowly shook her head. "That's right baby. It's part of his *******. Isn't that hot."

I grinned. "Gil you can't possibly imagine how excited I get when I hear her say that."

He looked at both of us. "This is amazing."

I shrugged. "Gil I don't really understand any of this. The explanations you just heard are my feeble attempts at trying to understand it myself. It may just be best to leave it in very simple terms. I really get excited by the fact that Brenda is choosing to dominate me. I love being submissive to her. I love the fact that she is going to openly cuckold me. Finally, *********** in all forms is as erotic to me as getting your cock sucked is to you."

I stood up. "I do not make any apologies to anyone. I am what I am. Judge me if you so choose, but the fact is that the meaner you are to me the better I like it. Brenda and I aren't hurting anyone. Were both consenting adults. Some people like to be whipped. Some people like to have sex with people of the same gender. Some people like to use handcuffs when they make love. Brenda and I both want her to enjoy the freedom to openly ***** with other men and do it in a manner that is totally humiliating to me.


Now Brenda intervened. "Gil I want this as much as Bobbi does. I learned about Bobbi's fantasies several days ago. Since then we have had an ongoing discussion about this. As part of these discussions Bobbi and I have played several sex games in which I dominated and humiliated him. " She looked at Gil. "I enjoyed those games. I enjoyed them a lot. I am learning that I love dominating Bobbi and I am beginning to discover that I have a significant sadistic streak in me."

Brenda got up and walked over to me. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me out of my chair. When I was standing she slapped me hard across my face and said, "Get down on your knees pussy boy."

I immediately fell to my knees.

"Kiss my feet."

As I started to kiss and lick my wife's toes she turned to her lover. "Gil that gets me really excited." Brenda reached down and gently pulled me to my feet. "Bobbi, how did you feel about what I just did."

I laughed. It was an excited laugh. "Brenda I loved it."

She turned to Gil. "Don't get me wrong. I love my husband every bit as much as you love your wife. Bobbi is the center of my universe. I would never leave him and I would never do anything that would really hurt him or cause him lasting pain." Brenda smiled, "But I do want to play games where I get to hurt him and he wants me to play those games. Were just having fun, they're only games. Were not hurting anyone."

She turned to Gil. "This is the price for returning to our old relationship. If you want me, Bobbi must be included in our games. Don't worry, he won't touch you, he's not gay."

Brenda looked at me. "Bobbi take your pants and shirt off."

As I undressed, Brenda continued. "One of the ways that I humiliate him is to feminize him."

I pulled my trousers down.

Gil started laughing when he saw my panties and nylons.

"I make him dress this way because it's humiliating for him. He doesn't dress this way because he is gay."

*****, I do not believe this."

Brenda started speaking very softly, "Believe it Gil." She put her hand on his crotch. "Its easy, just let yourself go. I'll take the lead." She was massaging his cock now. "All you have to do is let the dominant male side of you grow." She grabbed his erection through his pants and started squeezing it. "You'll get your first reward tonight. I promise to give you the very best sucking and fucking that you have ever had."

She turned to me. "Bobbi, pull your panties down. Show Master Gil your pathetic little clittie."

I did as I was told.

Gil looked at my tiny penis and started to laugh. ***** baby, that's the smallest dick I've ever seen."

Brenda kept rubbing Gils crotch. His huge cock was making a tent in the front of his trousers. "That's the spirit sweetheart. Laugh all you want. You get to do anything you want. While you're here you are the master of this house. Bobbi is our slave."

Brenda started unzipping her lover's pants. "Remember, he not only has a tiny cocklet, he also suffers from premature ejaculation. The moment I touch his dick, he cums. I haven't had a proper fuck since I got married. Just look at that pathetic little worm he calls a cock. Baby that's all I've had to play with for the past three years. Can you imagine how good I am going to be to you tonight? You can have me any way you want me and you can have me all night long."

Gil took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm in. What do you want me to do."

"Just help me play with little dick here for about an hour. When were done, I'll take you down the hall to the master bedroom. We'll close the door behind us and spend the rest of the night privately enjoying each other just like we used to.

Gil looked at me. "Bobbi please remember, were just playing a game. None of its for real."

"I smiled, "I understand Gil. Brenda and I have the same understanding."

Brenda pulled Gil to her and gave him a big kiss. "So stud, do you think little wimp boy gets to ***** with us anymore?"

He laughed. "Hell no."

Brenda looked at me and said, "Okay sissyboy, I think you had better get rid to the wine pronto and you need a more appropriate outfit. Go change into your pink baby doll nightie, pink crotchless panties, some pink nylons and those cute slippers I bought you with the puff balls on the toes."

As I turned to leave Brenda called after me, "And don't forget to bring my lover another beer."

After I changed, I went to the bar to get Sir his beer. As I was reaching into the refrigerator, I heard Brenda say to her lover, "Baby I absolutely treasure your cock." She started to giggle like a school girl. "I'd forgotten how magnificent it is. I just want to play with it for a little while. Is that okay?"

Gil laughed. "Help yourself."

I got the beer, put it on a tray and brought it into the room. Gil's pants were unzipped and Brenda had his cock out. I stopped. I was stunned. His penis was huge. It was really quite amazing. It must have been at least nine inches long.

For a moment I stood perfectly still holding the tray with Gils beer. My wife didn't even notice me. Her attention was totally focused. She had her left hand on the shaft of Gil's cock. It was so big that her fingers didn't touch when she tried to wrap her hand around it.

I shook my head. My little clittie got lost in her hand when she held it.

I noticed Brenda's wedding ring. It was on the hand that was holding Gil's cock. I remembered our wedding day. I could still picture Brenda smiling at me and saying, "I take you, Robert to be my husband. To have and to hold from this day forward. I freely give you my unending love and devotion. I promise to remain true and faithful to you and to cherish you. I look forward to spending the rest of our lives together as both man and wife and best friends. My darling I will love you forever."

I smiled to myself. My wife was holding another man's cock in her hand and about to let him fuck her. The part of her marriage vow about being faithful wasn't relevant anymore. Earlier this week, I had voluntarily and willingly released her from that vow. Brenda was now eagerly taking advantage of her new freedom. I was the only one that was still bound by the vow to remain faithful.

I looked at my wife. She was so happy. The index finger of her right hand was reverently tracing a little line around the edge of the monstrous head of Gil's penis. It almost seemed like Brenda was renewing an old friendship.

I quietly set the new bottle of beer down on the end table next to Gil, took three steps back and continued watching.

Brenda leaned over and kissed the little mouth at the tip Gil's cock. She was moving slowly and being very delicate. She was obviously savoring this moment. She started to lick the smooth head of her lover's erection. She was still holding the shaft with one hand. Her eyes were closed. She reminded me of a little girl eating her first ice cream cone.

Brenda parted her lips and put the head of Gil's cock into her mouth. His breathing seemed to quicken. He was getting excited. Brenda started to suck on the head of his cock while she stroked his thick shaft. She was obviously not in a hurry. She established a gentle rhythm of stroking and sucking. At times she would quicken her pace, at other times she would slow it down. She was clearly trying to give Gil pleasure without making him cum.

Brenda was never able to do this for me. The few times that she tried, I ejaculated the moment that her lips touched the head of my penis.

As I stood in front of them and watched. I was overwhelmed with envy. I so wished that I had the kind of control that Gil was exhibiting at this moment.

Suddenly Brenda stopped. She looked up at me and saw that I had changed my clothes. Her lips formed a wicked smile. "So my little quickspurt has returned."

She pulled herself back up and kissed Gil on the cheek. "How do you like our sissy boy's outfit? Cute isn't it."

***** baby, I just don't believe it. What a little fem. No wonder you're looking for lovers."

Gil was warming to the task.

Suddenly Brenda scowled at me. She stood up, walked over and slapped me hard across my face. "The next time you walk in and were busy, I expect you to get down on your knees and wait respectfully until you are addressed. Do you understand me wimp boy."

"Yes Ms. Adams, I understand."

"Good, don't make that mistake again."

Brenda's expression got softer. "Did you enjoy the show Quickspurt? Gil has a really big cock doesn't he."

"Yes Ms. Adams, he does."

Brenda took my penis in her hand and held it up. Suddenly she reached out and grabbed my nipple. The thin cloth of my nightie did little to protect me from her attack. She twisted viciously. I cried out. She kept twisting.

Gil started to get up. "Brenda..."

Brenda released my nipple. She was breathing rapidly. This little act of sadism had excited her. "Oh don't worry. I didn't hurt him that bad, he's just a little crybaby."

To my total ***********, there were tears running down my cheek. Brenda really had made me cry.

"I have to do it so that he won't cum while I am showing you his little cocklet. If I don't give him a dose of pain to keep his mind off of what I am doing, he'll shoot his little dribble of worthless semen immediately. This way, we can actually inspect his cock without worrying about him making a mess."

Brenda picked up my penis again. "Gil baby, look at this. Isn't it a hoot?"

Gil laughed. "It looks like a little boys pee pee."

Brenda grabbed my hair and held my face in front of hers. "Sissy boy, which cock do you think that I would rather have tonight. Your pathetic little clittie or Gils huge dick."

We both turned and looked at her lover. His massive erection was sticking straight up in the air.

"Look at that sissy boy isn't it magnificent?"

"Yes Mistress, it looks very powerful."

"Which one do you think I want Quickspurt."

"I think that you would rather have Master Gil's cock Ms. Adams."

"Indeed? Well what kind of a man does that make you? You're my husband aren't you.?

"Yes Ms Adams."

She laughed. "But you're not a man are you. Real men protect their marital rights, little pussy boys like you surrender them to men like Master Gil."

"Yes Mistress."

Brenda moved closer to me. In a low tone of voice she said, "Wimpboy, do you know what you're going to do while I play with my lover?"

"No Ms. Adams."

"You're going to lick my asshole. I'm going to get on my knees between Master Gil's legs. When I have his big beautiful cock in my mouth, You're going to kneel down behind me and beg me to let you lick my asshole. Is that clear?"

"Yes Ms. Adams."

Brenda got on her knees, wrapped her hands around Gil's cock, put it into her mouth and started sucking him."

I got on my knees behind my wife, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down and spread her ass cheeks.

"Ms. Adams, may I please be allowed to kiss and lick your asshole while you suck your lovers cock?"

Brenda took Gil's cock out of her mouth. "What does it mean when you kiss and lick my asshole while I suck another man's cock wimpboy?"

"It means that I am surrendering all of my marital rights and giving you permission to party with any man you choose."

Brenda smiled. "Wimpboy, that's a wonderful answer. You deserve a nice reward. You have my permission to kiss and lick my ass."

Brenda shuddered when she felt my lips make contact with her. She took a moment to enjoy the pleasure of my tongue probing her asshole then she put Gil's cock back into her mouth and sucked him with unbridled lust.

All three of us got lost in the passion of the moment. My face was buried in my wife's ass. Her lover was lying back getting a magnificent blow job and Brenda was getting to play with a huge cock. We lost track of time.

It was Brenda that finally got us back on task. She took Gil's cock out of her mouth, stood up and smiled. "I could do that all night long, but we can't get side tracked. We have a lot more fun stuff ahead of us."

She turned to me. Quickspurt, as my slave, I think that it would be appropriate for you to undress me so that I can play with my lover.

I bowed my head. "Yes Ms, Adams."

As I removed Brenda's blouse and brassiere, Gil started to chuckle and said, "This is fucking great."

Brenda winked at her lover and said, "I told you that you would enjoy this."

Gil sat back and put his feet up on the coffee table. His pants were still unzipped and his cock was still sticking straight up. He started to smile and said, "Hey Quickspurt turn your wife just a little bit so that I can get a better view of her tits."

I gently moved Brenda so that she was facing Gil. "Is this better sir?"

"Yeah, that'll do great."

He looked at Brenda for a moment. "Quickspurt, I sure do love your wife's tits. They're absolutely gorgeous. I could look at them all night long."

Brenda started giggling. "You'd better do more than look at them or I'll have to find another stud."

Gil laughed. "She's right Quickspurt. We'd better get going. Take her skirt and panties off. I want to see your wife's cute little ass."

I set Brenda's blouse and brassiere on the chair next to her. When that was done I unbuckled her belt and unzipped the back of her skirt. She stepped out of it as I pulled it to the floor. I carefully folded it and placed it on the chair next to her blouse.

I started to pull Brenda's panties down, but Gil stopped me. "Turn her around and pull them down slowly. I want to enjoy this."

Brenda turned so that Gil was behind her. She whispered to me "Get down on your knees sweetheart. It will make it more fun for him."

I got on my knees. Gil laid back on the couch and stroked his huge cock while I slowly pulled Brenda's panties down.

When Brenda's panties were around her knees Gil said, "Turn her around again. I want to look at her pussy."

Brenda turned and faced Gil. He smiled. "I love a shaved pussy. I heard you did that for me Quickspurt. I really appreciate it. I want you to be sure to shave Brenda's pussy every day."

I bowed. "Yes sir. I will remember that."

Gil threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Damn Quickspurt you are one accommodating little guy."

I nodded. "Yes sir, I am trying very hard."

Gil smiled. "Well little buddy, you did great, but now it's time to turn your wife over to me. I'll show you how a man satisfies a woman."

He reached his hand out. "Come here baby."

Brenda walked over to him. Gil grabbed her wrist, gently pulled her onto his lap, put his arms around her and kissed her. Brenda started unbuttoning Gil's shirt. "Studman, its time to get your clothes off."

As my wife removed each article of Gils clothing she tossed it to me. When I was holding all of his clothes she said, "Hang everything in the hall closet. I don't want any of his clothes to be winkled when he puts them on in the morning."

I carried Gil's clothes to the hall closet and carefully hung them up. When I was done I returned to the living room. Gil was sitting upright on the couch. My wife was on her knees between his legs. She was sucking his cock. They were now ignoring me. They were completely focused on each other.

I remembered Brenda's earlier edict. I quietly got on my knees and watched from a respectful distance.

The tone of their lovemaking had changed. Brenda was giving Gil a vigorous and lusty blow job. The time for delicate teasing was over. My wife was now a bawdy jezebel sucking her powerful studs cock.

Suddenly Gil picked Brenda up and laid her on the couch. He spread my wife's legs and mounted her. He was in control now. He didn't ask permission. He was a stud. He took what he wanted.

Brenda gasped as she felt Gil push his massive cock into her. He moved slowly. He knew that this was the largest cock that she had taken in a long time. He was being very careful not to hurt her.

When he was all the way inside my wife he laid very still. After a moment he began to slowly withdraw his cock from Brenda's cunt. He pulled it out about a quarter of the way then pushed it back in. He slowly repeated this same motion over and over again.

Gradually he started to increase his tempo. Soon he was thrusting his huge spear into my wife's womb, pulling it out and thrusting it in again.

As I watched I began to fully understand why Brenda lusted after Gil. He really did know how to properly fuck a woman.

Suddenly Gil stopped. He pulled his still erect cock out of my wife, stood up and pulled Brenda to her feet.

"Enough games. Where's the bedroom?"

Brenda laughed and led her naked lover to the master bedroom. As they opened the door, Gil looked back at me and said, "Bobbi my buddy, It's official, you are now Brenda's cuckold."

I smiled back at Gil and said, "Thank you for letting me play for a little while. Please enjoy yourself."

He laughed and said, "I am certainly going to try."

They disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

Seeing my naked wife leading her powerful lover down the hallway to our bedroom to have sex with him is probably the most erotic sight I have ever seen.

I retired to the guest bedroom and laid awake all night listening to the sounds of my wife being pleasured by another man. I was indeed now Brenda's cuckold.

The next morning I was awakened by more of my wife's cries of ecstasy. I laid in bed and listened. They seemed to be more hurried this time. I understood. Gil had to get up and go to work. They were having one more quickie before he left.

I continued listening. Soon I heard the familiar cries of Brenda having an orgasm. I decided that I had better get up and see if Gil needed anything before he left.

I put my robe on over my nightie, went out to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. I was taking some eggs out of the refrigerator when Gil appeared.

I poured a cup of coffee and handed it to him. "Want some breakfast Gil? The game was over. It was okay to use names now.

Gil smiled and said, "Thanks for the coffee buddy, I'll have to pass on breakfast. I'm late. I have to run home. I need a quick shower, a shave and a change of clothes. I'll pick up something at a drive through on my way to the office."

I walked to the front door and opened it. As I held the door for him I said, "Hey Gil, why don't you leave a couple of changes of clothes here. I'll keep them cleaned and pressed for you."

Gil stopped. "You mean that Bobbi?"

"Sure, what are sissy wimp husbands good for if they won't keep your clothes cleaned and pressed."

Gil laughed. "Bobbi, you're an alright guy."

"Thanks Gil."

Gil looked at me. "Hey no hard feelings about last night are there buddy."

"No Gil, it was one of the best nights of my life. I am also grateful to you for doing such a good job of satisfying Brenda. It sounded like she had a wonderful night. As far as I'm concerned you're always welcome in this house."

Gil put his hand on my shoulder. "Thanks Bobbi. Hey the next time I come over, I'll try to do a little better with that dominant thing. Brenda said that there are some web sites I can look at. I'll try to study up a bit."

"You were great Gil. Besides everybody gets better at games with practice and I hope we get to spend a lot of time practicing."

He smiled. "Hey me to. Look I gotta run. See you later Bobbi."

"See you later Gil."

He walked out the front door. I closed it behind him.

I went back into the kitchen and poured two cups of coffee. I put them on a tray and carried it back to the master bedroom. The door was closed. I knocked.

"Come in Bobbi."

I walked in with the coffee. Brenda was lying under the covers. Her hair was a mess.

She looked at me. "Are you okay Bobbi?"

I smiled. "Yes sweetheart, I'm fine. Did you have a fun night?"

Brenda smiled. "I had a wonderful night, but this morning I've been lying here terrified that you're going to be mad at me. Bobbi, I'm sorry. I'll call Gil and tell him I won't see him anymore. Sweetheart, I can't bear the thought of losing you."

I set the tray down, climbed on the bed and cuddled my wife. "Brenda it's okay. I had a wonderful time last night. You were perfect. I loved the game we played. I liked Gil. I invited him to come back again. I hope that was alright."

"Really? You're not mad at me?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm not mad. We talked about this. I wanted it every bit as much as you did."

Brenda smiled at me. "I'm so glad that you feel that way. Sweetie I had so much fun last night. Gil is such a wonderful lover." She stopped. "Does it hurt your feelings when I say that?"

I laughed. "No honey, nothing has changed. You made me your cuckold last night. It was exactly what I wanted you to do. The game was gravy. I never expected it and it was a wonderful surprise. I am very grateful to you for doing it."

Brenda gave me a sly smile and said, "Want to keep playing?"

"Yes, very much, in fact if I remember it right, you promised me an orgasm about now."

She started to giggle. "Your right, but first you have a little work to do." Brenda kicked the covers off and spread her legs. Her cunt was raw and stretched. There was a pool of Gil's semen on the mattress between her thighs. A slow trickle of cum dripped from the lips of her pussy. Brenda had obviously let Gil fuck her bareback.

"Come here baby." Brenda grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face into the pool of Gil's cum. Be a good cuckie and lick up all of my lover's semen for me."

I started licking. I worked very slowly at first. Some things are better as fantasies than realities. Brenda had made me lick up my own semen during our sex games, but this was different. Gil produced a lot more cum than I did. I was also faced with the combined product of several of Gil's orgasms. A large pool of semen is a much greater challenge that a few dribbles on my wife's fingertips. At first the taste was repugnant and the consistency was worse. I wanted to gag, but I didn't. I just closed my eyes and ****** myself to continue. It didn't take long before I started to get used to the taste. Semen is really pretty bland. The consistency was a little harder, but eventually that didn't bother me either.

I quickly finished cleaning up the mess on the sheets. I moved to the trickle of cum that was running down the crack of Brenda's ass. It wasn't long before I was licking the lips of her swollen pussy.

This aroused my wife. She pushed me down, rolled me onto my back and mounted my face. She placed the swollen lips of her cunt right over my mouth. Gravity started taking effect. Globs of Gil's semen dripped from the lips of her cunt. Brenda rode me for a long time. Eventually the trickle of cum slowed and disappeared.

When Brenda was certain that I had licked up all of her lover's semen, she rolled off of me and gently held me in her arms. As she held me she whispered, "Are you ready for your reward?"

I grinned at her. "Yes sweetheart, I am so very ready."

Brenda pulled my panties down and took my little clittie in her hands. She began to stroke me with loving care. She worked slowly at first, but gradually quickened her pace. Suddenly I felt that wonderful eruption of pleasure in my groin. My clittie spit its dribble of cum all over Brenda's fingers. She kept stroking me. It was more like she was milking me. She was getting every drop of cum that I could produce.

Finally she put her fingers to my mouth. "Lick up all of this to baby."

I licked her fingers clean. I noticed that my cum tasted different than Gil's. I made a note to myself to ask Brenda about that later. I wondered if every guys cum tasted different.

We got under the covers and cuddled with each other. As we fell asleep together that morning, we both knew that Brenda was now a hot wife and I was her cuckold.