HUMILlIATION

*********** is not my thing, but a valued reader asked for a story involving a wive treating her husband with contempt
I greatly appreciate readers taking an interest in my work and so this one is for you.

For the ninth time I drove my wife to her monthly meeting. Again we drove in this ridiculous old limo that she had made me buy for these occasions. Sure it had not cost much, after all, those people who liked to ride in these pretentious impractical things, want to ride in the latest model so I had picked it up from a wrecker for not much more thad a fortnights wages,which is not much at all when you work on a reception desk in a government department.
That was not the point. My wife had me wash it and keep it immaculate at all times and the looks I frequently got from the neighbours when it was out in our driveway made me cringe. I tried to pass it off as a bit of fun but when my wife refused to ride anywhere but the back seat and with the dividing privacy screen in place it became the talk of the street. Some times she had me drive around the town for a couple of hours as she entertained one or two of her favourite men in the back. Imagine how I felt when I either picked them up or let them off .
It was the first Friday of the month and so here I was again playing at being chauffeur in my ill-fitting uniform.
I opened the door for her and followed her to the door of the two story modern home where these events were held.I knocked on the door and my wife was greeted warmly by the hostess. She was dressed to impress in a rather slutty way, a long purple skirt with a slit up one side to her hips, a low cut top, obviously low cut bra with her large breasts spilling out and very high heels . My wife was dressed similarly except that she wore a micro mini skirt and her top finished just under her boobs. The hostess took my wife by the arm and lead her through to the family room at the back of the house. Other than saying as I followed them along the passage "You know what to do." I was ignored. I did know what to do, it was exactly as always. I walked up the stairs to the landing and opened the door to the spare room. Two other cucks were there in different stages of getting changed. It was always embarrassing but there was no point in prolonging it. I quickly stripped off and soon we were all dressed in what were some thing like hospital gowns,only these were designed to be open at the front and did not have enough material to close over our fronts leaving our inadequacies on plain view. One of the guys wore a cage over his dick." You'r getting close to wearing one of these aren't you?"I was well were of how close I was, this being the ninth visit and cages being compulsory on the tenth, my days of at least the illusion of freedom were running out fast. "Yes next meeting, how do you get on with it?" I was not sure that I wanted to know, as the whole thing filled me with dread but some facts on life in a cage could help. "Well it feels completely weird at first, but you get used to it up to a point.It can pinch you when you sit down or drive a car and urinals are no use both practically and because you won't want to be seen. I haven't been out of this for nearly six months and I wonder if I could get it straight or hard now if I was let out." This was not helping my state of mind at all.Silently we all trooped down to the family room. As we got closer we could hear the sounds of laughter and clinking classes. Opening the door and filing in we moved to the chairs arranged in a line along one wall. We sat in silence and were completely ignored.
There were already three guys dressed just like us sitting there and two of them wore cages, which meant that this was more than their tenth meeting. Six wives stood near the bar at the other end of the room and I noticed that there were seven handsome men holding their attention. The talk was animated, risqué, there was a lot of touching going on,and a very high level of serious flirting. The wives varied in ages from early thirties to late forties and they had all kept themselves well,while some had the tummies of having given birth they all had their attractive points.
We all kept our thoughts to ourselves and tried to make ourselves invisible. It didn't matter really as the people at the bar didn't give us a first look much less a second.In one corner of the room an open fire warmed the room nicely and on the long wall three big beds stood waiting for the main action. Gradually the conversation got more slutty and then less and less were talking as they paired off and some lost clothing and moved to the beds.
I could see my wife leaning on the bar as one of the guys pulled her thong down a little and entered her with almost no foreplay. I could see that she loved it. On the rare occasions that I got to try to pleasure my wife it took ages to get her even a little receptive to the idea, but here she was like all the others, ready to go as soon as some guy wanted to.The hostess had lost her skirt and top and was walking around in just her thong and low-cut bra. She was one of those with a family and had the tummy to show for it, but there were no stretch marks and her big boobs compensated for it. She loved to show off and was a natural as organiser of these events. Other wives were using the beds and one of them. a little petite blonde was enjoying two guys.I knew that her husband was one of those in a cage and could feel his anguish. This would be me after next meeting. The hostess threw her arms around one of the men and dragged him to a spot only three feet in from of where her husband sat. He was also wearing a cage and his discomfort was plain as she dropped to a crawling position and the guy took her doggy style.Her husband was shifting in his seat trying to get comfortable as his dick tried desperately to get straight and hard,obviously he had adjusted to this life to the point where it excited him to see his wife like this.
Wives were getting screwed all over the room and some were on there second guy. These guys had to be using viagra or something as the wives used them constantly.The room was filled with the sounds of sex and women were climaxing noisily every few minutes . Thank God they were all using condoms, it was the only sane thing about the night.However some times there were exceptions, as I had seen, and that filled me with even more dread than the impending fitting of my cage next meeting. We all sat in silence knowing what the punishment would be if any of us said even one word.I remember clearly once when it all got too much for a new husband and he had called out to his wife. Immediately he was dragged to the centre of the room and his gown taken off leaving him stark naked and the centre of attention. The hostess had ranted at him telling him that he was worthless and not capable of doing his job as a husband. She had grabbed his dick and ridiculed it, pushed her huge boobs into his face as she told him that this was as close as he would ever get.Then several of the wives had held him down and his wife was instructed on how to fit a cage which she did with obvious delight. The hostess had then taken the wife to one side and they had a brief conversation. On their return the hostess announced that the wife was going to teach him a further lesson by inviting one of the men to take her bare back,this she did as her husband went into shock.
No one ever broke the silence after that. That husband was here tonight and sat in the corner a broken man. Luckily his wife didn't get pregnant that time but what he went through taught us not to step out of line.
Gradually the night wound down,the wives were all satisfied ,and the guys all exhausted. The hostess called for order and thanked everyone for their participation.She then reminded everybody that next meeting would be my wife and I's tenth meeting and so they would all watch as my wife fitted my cage and handed the key to her for safe keeping,this was greeted with murmurs of approval. As the wives were getting dressed she gave permission for us to go and get dressed ourselves. We silently filed out and went upstairs to dress When we returned our wives were ready to be taken home, and I opened the door of our despised limo I caught the looks on some of the other wives faces. It was one of mild envy of my wife and the audacious statement that this limo made. I felt smaller than ever.
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