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I came home to find my wife in bed with another man. What could be worse? I
was about to find out.
From Husband to Castrated Sissy
by Kimmie Holland
“Oh my god!”
My wife looked up over the muscular shoulder of the huge black guy nailing
her on our bed. Her long tanned legs wrapped around v-shaped torso. “Hi
honey. What are you doing home early?”
“Kelli what the fuck’s going on here?!”
At that, the black guy turned and shot me a nasty glance. “What’s it look
like we doing, genius? I’m dicking your old lady. Now get out of here
fuckcuckolds brownie I ain’t finished.”
“Better go downstairs dear,” Kelli said, smiling. “I’ll be down later to
explain.”
Of course I was shocked, but what else could I do? I went downstairs
poured myself a take and then another. I was already half plastered by
the time she came down. She was wrapped in her bathrobe. Behind her was
the black guy wrapped in mine.
“Kelli,” I stood up too quickly. The room swayed. I sat back down with a
plop, nearly missing the couch entirely. I wiped my nose with the back of
my hand and sniffed hard. It was no use trying to disguise the fact that
I’d been crying. “What is the meaning of this?”
“It’s simple Kenny,” my wife said. “Carlos and I are lovers.”
“How long…” I fetishd up.
“Is that really important?”
“How long?” I demanded, starting to feel angry.
“A year and a half.”
“A year and a half!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My wife was
fucking another man for a year and a half and I hadn’t suspected a thing!
“Why? Why Kelli, don’t you love me?”
The black guy rolled his eyes and muttered something about me being a
lamecuckolds brownie faggot but I ignored him for the time being. I’d get to him
later. He poured himself a take and made himself comfortable in my easy
chair. He turned on the TV.
“Kelli, I want an answer!”
“Oh Kenny, what do you expect me to say? Of course, I love you. You’re
like…I don’t know, my best friend or something.”
“Your best friend?! Kelli, I’m your husband! Your lover!”
“No more asswipe,” Carlos said from the easy chair. He’d pushed it back,
his feet up.
“Tell him to leave,” I demanded of my wife. “Tell him you want him to go.
Now.”
“I can’t do that, sweetie,” my wife said.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want him to leave.”
Carlos chucked at that. “She don’t want me to leave, you hear that
sweetie?”
“Well I’m telling you. Get out. Get out now, you mister of a bitch!” I
shrieked. I was practically hysterical.
“Just shut the fuck up,” the black man said, sounding almost bored.
“You’re ruining my good mood.
I started towards the man in my chair, dressed in my robe, who’d just had
his cock in my wife.
Kelli laid a hand on my arm. “Honey, don’t.”
“Like hell I won’t.”
The black man sighed, put his take down on the table, and calmly pushed
the chair down to get to his feet.
Behind me, I heard Kelli say, “Be careful Carlos. Don’t hurt him too
much.”
I’d like to think I could blame the ***** I’d takes, but the fact is even
if I’d been cold sober and he’d been takes, I don’t think the results
would have been any different. He was huge and strong, and it couldn’t
have taken any more than one blow, although I don’t even clearly remember
that. What I do remember is that he slapped me upside the head with his
open palm and it was all over for me. My knees buckled and I crumpled to
the floor in a heap. Carlos sat back down in the easy chair, picked up his
take, and continued watching television. Kelli was kneeling beside me,
asking me something, but I couldn’t hear her voice. Everything sounded
like I was underwater. Then I ******.
* * *
When I came to, Kelli was still kneeling next to me, but I was no longer
in the living room. I was in the basement lying on one of the beach lounge
chairs that we put out on the deck in the summer. My wife was undoing my
pants and pulling them down. She had already removed my shoes and socks. I
was still pretty groggy so it took me a while to realize that my shirt had
also been removed. I was naked from the waist up and my arms were raised
over my head, my wrists tied to the bar running along the top of the
chair. By the time I managed to make sense of what was going on, Kelli had
tied my ankles to the bottom of the lounge chair.
“I really wish you hadn’t provoked Carlos like that. But I guess it would
have come to this anyway.”
“What are you talking about? Kelli what’s going on? What’s happening?”
I tried to keep the panic out of my voice, but it was impossible. The
sympathetic look on Kelli’s face scared me more than anything else.
“It won’t be so bad once it’s over. You’ll see. It’ll help you adjust
to…umm, things.”
“What things? Kelli talk to me, please.”
“Your attitude honey. It’s too bad you had that little outburst. Carlos
wants to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
“Kelli, I don’t understand.”
My wife gave me a little kiss on the forehead. “You will sweetie. Soon.”
Then, to my surprise, she began to attach a small bullet vibrator to my
penis with a few elastic bands, and turned the control onto high. She
giggled when, in spite of myself, I became almost erect.
I felt myself blush because just then Carlos came down the cellar stairs
and stood over the chair where I was lying.
“Is the bitch ready?”
“All ready,” my wife said, standing.
The black man sneered when he saw my erection. “Is that it? That’s all
there is to him,” he laughed.
My offense deepened, but I’d learned my lesmister. I wasn’t about to
antagonize Carlos any further, especially not as helpless and exposed as I
was.
“Fraid so,” Kelli grinned. “Not very big is he?”
I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, nor could I stop it. The
vibrator attached to my cock was having its predictable effect. I strained
against the plastic ties binding my wrists and ankles. It was no use
resisting. I gasped as my cock spurted onto my belly.
“And not much lasting power either,” my wife concluded, shaking her head
disapprovingly.
“Well we’ll be fixing that problem.”
Kelli snickered.
I had no idea what they were talking about, but my mind was still cloudy,
not just from the beating I’d taken, but now also from the vibrator, which
continued to buzz away, and had already begun to revive my spent cock. The
black man squatted down on one side of the lounge chair and my wife on the
other side. While Kelli held my balls up in her soft palm, Carlos slipped
a small leather noose over the sac, right at the base of my cock shaft.
Was this some sort of kinky sex game? Were they going to try to prevent me
from cumming? Between the vibrator and Kelli’s hand, but also the black
man’s manipulation with the leather noose, I was half-erect.
“Wait,” I gasped, “that’s…ugh…that’s too tight.”
“Not yet it aint, princess,” Carlos laughed.
He had pulled the leather lasso closed so tightly that it already looked
like my balls were detached from my body. They looked like a couple of
bright pink plums ready to burst.
I groaned as the breath went out of me and felt nauseous.
“What…what are you doing?” I cried, when I was able to catch my breath. I
was panicking, and not even trying to control it this time.
“Sshh,” my wife said, smoothing my hair back like a lady comforting a
young. “Enjoy it. While you can.”
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