The Dance Partner

JW:

Welcome back! Glad to see the story continue.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

I woke up the next day and, as usual, Ann was up and about before me. I could hear her in the shower downstairs. I lay back and thought about the day to come. I was worried about what was next, yesterday had been horrible for me and my raw, hairless bollocks and hole were a painful reminder.

One again I had every intention of calling it off last night but couldn’t do it when I saw how much it meant to Ann. I was surprised at the transformation of my shy, frigid wife into this sexy, confident, sexually assertive woman. Actually that turned me on hugely and I had loved her milking my cock last night and then ordering me to clean my spunk from her thigh and her wet pussy. Actually I even loved how dirty her language had become, telling me to lick her cunt was new. I had never heard her use that word before.

She breezed into the bedroom, humming a tune “Mor-ning” she sang out cheerfully. She was wearing only her dressing gown and slippers and slipped them off quickly, throwing them onto the bed.

She pulled back the duvet from the bed, revealing me naked body as she did. “It really is a tiny little thing, isn’t it?” she asked, almost fascinated with my penis. She took it between two fingers, examining it, “I’d never really bothered about it before but when you compare it to Job’s, it really is very small. Poor Greig” she laughed.

With that, she got up and went to her underwear drawer, pulling out another pair of black hipsters, not sheer like last night but still sexy looking. I watched as she slipped on her coffee coloured suspender belt and tan stockings. “Are you seeing Job today?” as asked, holding my breath. “No, I’m just feeling sexy so wanted to dress up. It’s not always about a man you know, sometimes a woman just likes to feel nice” and she went to the wardrobe to pick out her clothes.

“So what did you get up to last night?” I asked, not sure I really wanted to know the answer, but unable to help myself.

Ann turned and looked me in the eye “Anki had borrowed a friends flat for the evening so went there, Job said it was important that you had their place, don’t know why really. Do you want to know the rest?” she asked, levelly.

I paused, unsure.

“The fact that you’re hesitating means you don’t really want to know so I won’t go into details but the key points were that it was more about Anki last night. She and I were intimate, it was lovely. Job joined in too, of course, but he gave us time together at first.”

This was new and I felt even more confused.

“Are you still ok with this Greig?” Ann asked, and none too gently. I was surprised by the slightly impatient, uncaring tone of her voice. “Emmm, yes I think so.” I said “It’s just that my experience this week is nothing like as nice as yours…..” and I tailed off, feeling pathetic.

She smiled and patted me on the shoulder “Job says tonight is your final lesmister, if you keep him sweet on this tonight you get to join in with us tomorrow. Please just do whatever he asks tonight honey, it would be lovely to have you there” her tone softened as she said it and I felt her love again, it washed over me like a warm bath and I felt better at once, reassured and wanted.

I could do this. What else was there left that could be more painful than last night or the night before?

It was 3pm exactly when my office phone rang. I answered it and heard Job’s voice say “Good afternoon Greig, I trust you have recovered from last night’s experience?”

“Yes, Job” I answered meekly.

“Glad to hear it. My sister gave a glowing report, I appreciate that Greig. There’s hope for you yet. Tonight, I would like you to be at my place around 7pm. We’ll be with Ann again but will find a way of keeping you involved, I guarantee it.”

That worried me but I’m pretty sure anything Job had to say would have worried me, given what had happened up until now.

“It won’t hurt again, will it? I don’t think I can take any more” the words were out of my lips before I could even think about saying them. Did I really say that? I knew that he wouldn’t like it but the words just came out.

He hesitated, just for a moment and then answered sharply “Greig, you seem to be under the illusion that you have some control over this situation, please remember that you are here to do what I say you will do. If I want you to do something I can assure you I will do so without any regard for your feelings on the matter. Be at mine for 7 sharp. A package will arrive at your office before 5 with that you have to wear.”

And with that he hung up.

I sat back in my chair, rueing my stupidity – why couldn’t I just shut up and listen?

The next two hours passed unproductively as I sat and worried about the evening. At 5pm the office messenger came up with a package and asked me to sign for it. I didn’t dare open it in the office so quickly grabbed my coat and ran out the door.

Ann wasn’t in when I got there so I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and quickly opened the box. It contained a pair of silky black French knickers, with lace trim and a pair of black, hold up, fishnet stockings with a thick lace band around the top and a seam down the back. There was also a very short black French maid’s dress and black, patent high heels in my size. There was also a bra, padded out with small fake breasts to complete the set.

I don’t know what all of that meant but I’m pretty sure it would mean more of the same for me.

I was sitting at the kitchen table with all of this stuff laid out in front of me when the door opened and Ann came in. “Hel-lo” she said, just as cheerfully as this morning. “Is this your outfit for tonight?” she asked with a smile in her voice “how cute! Put it on then, let me see”

“No way!” I spat.

“Come on sweetie” she said “we’re supposed to be sharing this experience remember. I think it’s really quite cute that you’re doing this”

She lifted the shoes and inspected them “You know, these are really lovely shoes, I’d like a pair like this myself” and she stroked them “look at the shiny patent leather, isn’t it gorgeous?” and she leaned in conspiratorially and whispered “Imagine them with spunk splattered on the toe and down a silky black stocking, wouldn’t that be sexy?” and she slipped off her own shoe and quickly put on my one.

It was far too big for her little feet of course but she lifted it up anyway and put her foot on my thigh. “Just picture it now Greig” and she stroked the inside of my thigh with the toe.

I couldn’t disagree with her and my stiffening cock demonstrated that I liked it.

“There he is, your little cock likes it too! Now just go upstairs and we’ll get ready together. Go and have a shower”.

And so, after I had showered and dried off, we helped each other dress, straightening each others seams and handing clothes and shoes to each other as we went. In a bizarre, perverse way it was a beautiful, loving moment.

We stopped and looked together in the bedroom mirror, me in this ridiculous short maids outfit, the stocking tops clearly visible and my little pert breasts sticking up and the heels shaping my calves into what even I would agree were pretty nice legs (now that they had been shaved).

Ann was wearing a red wraparound dress over tan stockings and suspenders, with tan heels. She completed the outfit with a pearl necklace, contrasting nicely with her dark curls and emphasising her large breasts beautifully.

“I think you’ll want a long coat to cover up for the drive…” she suggested and with that, I scurried into the car, ready for whatever the night held and feeling not a little self-conscious as we went.

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Great great great, keep it cumming!!!

“Hello ! Come in, come in” said Anki, opening the door and inviting us in. She kissed Ann on the cheek and took my arm, steering us into the lounge.

Job was sat on his big leather armchair and an older man was sitting on the sofa, an arm reclining over the back, looking very relaxed and comfortable. Like Job, he had an aura of strength about him and a stern looking face.

I felt desperately self-conscious in this ridiculous outfit when facing these two masculine alpha males.

“Greig, Ann, I’d like you to meet my brother Robert” Job said, not bothering to get up. Robert stood up and greeted Ann with a huge smile “Hello Ann, you look beautiful, even better than Job described. I look forward to seeing more of you this week” and he kissed her, a big, full, passionate kiss. Right in front of me.

Ann responded with a little moan, enjoying his kiss as his hand cupped the cheek of her bum, stroking across her suspender belt towards her hip.

“Easy there you two” said Job, “that’s not the plan tonight” he laughed. “Robert, you’ll have to wait your turn. Ann is with me tonight”

“Oh come on” Robert protested “what about sharing with your brother?”

“Greig will be attending to your needs tonight” but you’ll get to see a little of Ann in action, come on I’ll show you” and he started towards the door. Robert turned and looked at me properly for the first time, taking in my outfit and fishnets, with the black patent heels.

“What the fuck are you supposed to be?” he spat, clearly not impressed. I said nothing, feeling very intimidated. He wasn’t quite as large as Job but had the same muscular build and if anything was a little broader across the chest.

“Fucking pussy little white boy, you’re not a real man if you let Job fuck that sexy woman. I never understand that.” And he stepped in to take Ann in his arms again, kissing her more roughly than the last time, pulling her waist in towards him, making her moan again.

“Robert!” Job called from the hallway “come on” and he reluctantly pushed Ann away. I don’t know who was more disappointed, her or him. Ann wiped her lip and straightened herself as he left the room.

Anki came in and handed her a glass of champagne. “I see you’ve met Robert then” and she smiled “Susie, my sister-in-law says he’s likes it a little rough, you know, really pounding her. You might get to find out Ann”

Anki patted my cheek affectionately, I got no take I noticed, “Come on Greig, I’ll show you what you need for tonight.” She took me into the big, stunning, kitchen and showed me where the glasses were kept, where to get ice for the takes and pointed out some snacks.

“Anki, what do I have to do tonight?” I asked, curiously. “I don’t know honey but dressed like that, I’m thinking you might need to know this stuff. I’m sure one of them will make it clear to you. I’m going out to meet a friend, hope you have fun” And with that, she gave me a peck on the cheek and left.

I hung about, feeling awkward, unsure of what to do. I wandered through to the lounge, teetering on those heels, still not great at walking in them so having to go slowly. There was no-one in the lounge and I wondered where Ann was and what her instructions were.

Robert strode into the room, radiating power with every stride. “Get me a beer you little bitch” I wobred unsteadily back to the kitchen and came back with a can of beer, handing it to Robert.

“Get me a glass, you don’t think I’ll be takeing it from the can do you? What do you think I am?”

“Sorry” I said, and teetered back for a glass. I found one in the kitchen cupboard and took it back in, handing it to him.

“Fucking hell man, can’t you do anything right? Job has some frosted glasses, they’ll be in the freezer. In fact, never mind, I’ll get it myself. You are fucking useless…” and he grabbed the glass out of my hands and stamped off.

I felt embarrassed at my performance so far, not even sure what I had to do.

Robert came back into the room with his frosted glass “pour this, it’s about time you did something useful” and he picked up the TV remote control and switched on the TV. “Job left a dvd for us to watch”

And suddenly the screen filled with video of Job and Ann, with her heels up high above Job’s shoulders and his muscular arse banging away. It was from our first night together, the four of us. Ann’s squeals and groans filled the room, my ears ringing with the sound of their pleasure.

“Shit, how can you let him fuck your woman like that ? No way I’d be letting her do that” he said, wonderously. I handed him the frosted beer glass, it looked perfect, I wanted one myself.

Meanwhile, on screen, Ann screamed to a shuddered orgasm, her wails catching both of our attention as Job satisfied her needs again. My cock was responding and I could feel it sticking outwards, despite my silky knickers. The feel of the silk against it was lovely.

Robert eyed my curiously. “That really does turn you on, doesn’t it?” I nodded “I can’t believe you, seriously man, you’re fucked up.” And he looked me up and down. “You actually do look like a woman in that outfit, maybe that’s what you need to be treated like. Come here” he commanded, pointing at the floor in front of him. He was sitting on the sofa, facing the screen, and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers pulling a big black cock from his boxers. I stared at it, turned on by the thought of another big dick, amazed at the thickness of the thing. It wasn’t as long as Jobs, maybe an inch smaller but it made up for it in thickness.

“Suck this dick, bitch” he commanded. I knelt in and licked the top of his cock in the way that Anki had showed me, focusing on the head. “Just suck it!” he ordered. Pushing my head down onto it. My lips slid down his shaft, spreading and spreading as he went further into me. The edges of my mouth were stretched to the limit, I could feel them screaming in protest at this ***.

“That’s it, suck it bitch, my wife can’t get her mouth around it but you can. Maybe you’ll be useful after all” and he took a long draft of his beer, enjoying the soft sucking of my mouth.

“Shit, she’s lovin’ that big cock isn’t she?” and I could hear Ann screaming again and I felt Robert’s cock twitch with pleasure in my mouth. “Damn, you’re actually pretty good at that, take it easy now, I don’t want to come too quickly.” And he pushed me away. “Hand me that phone” he commanded.

I got up and took the telephone from the table in the corner. “And get me another beer, and something to eat” and he drained his beer, handing me the mug. I could hear him dialling as I busied myself in the kitchen. Pausing to wonder at this bizarre situation but mostly at the fact that it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Hmmm, what did that say about me?

I could hear the TV loudly broadcasting the sounds of sex, filled with moans and groans of pleasure.

I took in the beer in a new frosted glass, with a bowl of peanuts and bowl of tortilla chips and salsa dip. I put them on the table beside Robert, who was now stripped to his boxers, revealing a well muscled chest and strong arms.

He nodded at me for the take and told me to stand in front of him. “Bend over, show me those legs” and I bent from the waist, spreading my feet a little apart and straightening my knees. “You do have nice legs, very nice actually, cuckolds brownie.” And I looked at him through my legs, watching him wanking his thick cock. “No way!” he exclaimed, pointing at the TV screen in amazement. I looked up to see Job’s arse, pounding away at me with my legs, just like Ann’s, raised up over his shoulders.

Job must have filmed the session somewhere. I was devastated that this was on screen, the consequences were overwhelming.

Robert kept wanking his cock, watching the screen, “He’s fucking you good there, how the hell did you take that big thing up your little arse?” he wondered in amazement.

I paused, not sure of what to do next with my face flushed in embarrassment.

“Come on” he said, pointing at his rock hard cock.

I took him in my mouth again, following Anki’s instructions and trying to pleasure him. It was definitely working as I could feel him twitching. I cupped his enormous balls in my hand and worked on the head again. “Wait” he said suddenly and stood up. He looked down at me and nodded to me to begin “Suck hard” he said.

So I did.

I sucked and sucked, using my tongue and cheeks firmly and felt his balls pulsate in my hand then he came with a shout, spurting into my mouth, wave after wave of spunk flooded my mouth and I had to swallow to make room for more as a little slipped out and down my cheek. His hands were clamped firmly on my head holding me in position as I fetishd on his spunk. I’d never known anything like that, the sheer volume of spunk was phenomenal.

“Like that, did you?” he asked “Now say thank you for all of that come. Bet you haven’t seen anyone come so much before” and he paused. He really did want me to say thanks, I was amazed.

“Thank you” I said meekly. “You’re welcome, now clean me up. You’ve only just started tonight”

Great story! I've lurked for a while, but finally decided to join :D

Please continue! :D

I'd like to say, "This is the best cuckold story I've ever read!" But, I had to stop reading up to the point where Job cums in Greig's ass while his wife looks on in contempt, least I cum in my pants.

This is so good, I'm going to have to read it in small increments.

Good job!

LOVE this story..... hope to hear more and more...

I was back in the kitchen, having a take of diet coke, trying to get the taste of Roberts come from my mouth, and I could hear him speaking in the hall “that’s right, another one.” Pause ……….. “I know. Amazing legs. You should see the wife. A little chubby, but great tits. Anyway, phone Pete and see if he wants to come too.” And abruptly, he hung up.

I paused, unsure what to do, hovering uncertainly in the kitchen when Robert shouted through “Hey Greig, get your ass through here”. It wasn’t really a request, more of an order. So I went through.

I went into the lounge to see what he wanted and I found him sat on the couch again, watching the screen. This must have been from another night as this time it was a video of Anki and Ann. Anki was standing behind Ann, cupping her heavy breasts and running her hands over her tummy, down to her pussy.

“Your wife is really hot, I can’t believe she’s stuck with you. Bet you have a tiny cock don’t you? No wonder you suck real dicks like mine and Job’s. Well you’re in for a treat tonight. Now go and get a bucket of ice and put some beers in it. I don’t want you to have to stop every time we want another.” And he dismissed me to the kitchen,

I gathered the ice from the fridge and assemred the beers before taking them through to the lounge. He was sat in his boxers on the couch, his thick cock hard again and in his hand. He watched the screen intently, totally focused on my wife’s pussy as her legs were spread wide, pointing directly at the camera. She was soaking wet, glinting in the light.

“You know what? I’m going to fuck her this week and make her swallow my come, just like you” He said it more like a challenge, as it daring to stop me. I didn’t know what to say.

“You little pussy. Now bend over the end of that chair, that’s it” He pushed my head down and bent me over the chair, still stood up but bent at the waist. I could hear a splattering noise as he squirted some lube from a tube. I winced as a thought of his wide, thick cock ramming up my arse.

Instead, he pushed my feet together so that my thighs were touching and I felt his cock, slippery and wet with lube, push through my thighs with a grunt from him. He pulled back and grasped my waist before slamming into me hard and rough. He wasn’t inside me but I could feel the real power and strength behind his thrusts. “uuuummmph” he grunted, with each thrust.

He slammed and slammed into me and I could feel his enormous balls slapping my thighs each time. He grunted and grunted, before spitting out “that’s enough, I’m on the edge of coming again. It’s good to get to the edge a few times before I release, it builds up a load of spunk for you. That’s what you’re getting tonight, a huge load of spunk, all in your face” and suddenly, the lounge door opened and I heard a voice behind me “Shit, what do you have there Rob?” a deep voice asked incredulously “she has some great legs” .

“Hah!” Robert laughed “Why don’t you get round there and see ?”

I didn’t dare move from my position so waited a moment or two until a fat, old black man stood in front of me. I looked up over his beer belly and saw a greying older man pulling down his shorts to reveal a long slim cock, lying slack in front of me. “You’re sucking this you little white bitch” he ordered.

I hesitated a moment, not sure of what to do.

Wham! His cock slapped my cheek, hard.

“Hey man, what are you doing? “ laughed Robert from behind me as my cheek stung from the blow.

“How long has it been since we last had a little white prick to boss around?” the stranger demanded. “I don’t know, three or four months?” Robert asked.

“I’ll tell you, four months and one week. It’s been that long since I’ve had a blow job so I think it’s about time I had another one. Now make the bitch suck my cock” he ordered.

Robert laughed behind me and suddenly I felt a hard slap or my arse. “You heard the man! Suck his dick!” I didn’t hesitate but took his long cock in my mouth, running my lips down his length as Anki had taught me, feeling him stiffen in my mouth.

“Shit, he’s doing it again” Robert exclaimed. “You are just like your wife, it’s unbelievable. I’m watching her right now and she has a mouthful of black cock and a sticky wetness between her thighs. Listen to her moan” and he put up the volume on the TV. I was facing in the wrong direction to be able to see her but I could certainly hear my wife’s excitement as she moaned and groaned at whatever had been happening to her.

“I’d love to fuck her!” said a third voice behind me. “Job is certainly doing a number on her now” said Robert “You could never match up to that”.

I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment as they watched my wife on their TV screen, it sounded like she was coming again. I assumed this was a previous night and would have dearly loved to watch but I was servicing this old guy with the smelly, cheesy cock. I felt like such a wimp.

Suddenly, the cock pulled back from my lips as the guy shouted “Whoa there bitch, I nearly came there. You’d like that, wouldn’t you??”

“You’re turn Pete” Roberts’ voice said behind me. “No thanks, It’s not my thing. I’m happy watching his missus on the screen. Listen to her go, she’s really coming hard. Bet he has a tiny little cock and can’t make her scream like that.” They all laughed at me and my cheeks flushed.

Robert pulled me out of that position and turned me so that I was facing the screen and all three of them formed a semi circle around me but allowing me to see the screen. “That’s live action, taking place in the room upstairs. Can you imagine what your wife is feeling right now with a real man’s big black cock inside her?” Robert demanded, continuing to wank his cock hard as he spoke. They all did.

“At least he looks good in that underwear” George said, eyeing my stockinged-leg lustily, still wanking himself. “I’m getting close, you guys ready?” he gasped, furiously pumping his cock.

They formed a close semi-circle around me now, three large black cocks, inches from my face. I was struck for a moment with how humiliated I felt, listening to my wife having many loud orgasms with another man, who’s brother had made me suck the cocks of his friends. I felt powerless and completely out of control in my life. All because I loved my wife and wanted her to have this wonderful sex.

Splat! The first of them came on my face, spurting fiercely onto my cheek and again in the same place. The smell of salty come filled my nostrils and, despite myself, I could feel a stirring in my silky panties. The next jet fired straight into my eye and stung sharply as the second man, I’ve no idea who, shot onto my face. A second and third jet fell onto my chin as he gasped with release.

“Open your mouth” Robert’s voice ordered, harshly. I obeyed without a thought. Somewhat abstractly I paused as I noticed just how large his balls actually were – almost freakishly big really. I was shaken out of that thought as a jet of warm spunk hit the back of my throat. Another quickly followed and then I lost count with the sheer volume of it all. I could feel it dribbling down my chin. How much did this man come?

“The little white bitch loves that come Robert. How much do you produce man??” I heard a voice speak out my thoughts exactly. I looked up and saw Roberts cock begin to soften as his hand squeezed the final drops out of it, gathering in a blob at the tip. I saw past his cock to the superior smirk on his face and I just felt dreadful. Small. Insignificant.

He held his cock out and nodded at me, indicating that I could take it in my mouth, presumably to clean him up now that he had finished with me.

As I had his thick cock in my mouth, I noticed that the video had gone quiet and glanced up at the screen, hoping for a sympathetic view of my beautiful wife, and saw her lying there in Job’s muscular arms, nuzzling into him.

I felt worse than I’d even thought possible. Despite the offenses of the day, this was the worst part.

I finished up and slunk out of the room, not sure where I was heading but when I saw my coat hanging in the hall I grabbed it and covered myself up, wiping my face as I went. I opened the door and ran down the stairs as quickly as I could, jumped in the car and drove as far away from there as I could go.

Thanks for the comments all. Sorry it takes me so long to write, will keep going though.

It may take you some time but it is well worth the wait. This is great! The way you write it I can imagine those loads hitting my face and the back of my throat. I just wish it was not all imagination for me. I am anxiously awaiting you next posting.
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Amazing!

I had travelled only a short distance before my mobile rang. I quickly hit the cancel button, there was no way I was speaking to anyone right now.

"Greig?" I heard a voice over the car speaker. I thought I'd cancelled the call?

"I know you can hear me Greig, you'd be amazed at what I can do" it was Job's voice. How did he do that?

"Look ahead Greig, by the traffic lights" he said. In the distance, there was a white van doing a three point turn, very slowly. Blocking the road. "He will sit there stopping you and I would advise against trying to go around him. If you look in your rearview mirror now you'll see a black Mercedes which will escort you back here immediately" I glance in the mirror and was not surprised to see the dark shape of the Merc. How did he do that?

"And Greig....I'm not happy at all. I'll deal with you when you get here. In the meantime, I will get back to satisfying your wife." and he hung up.

I was shaking by this point, unable to believe he had the power to order me about like that and what had he done to my phone. But more importantly, who was in the car behind me and what would they do?

I pulled up in front of the white van and waiting, unable to decide what to do. The black Merc pulled up alongside me and the driver, another huge black man (surprise) pointed at me an signalled me to turn around. I followed meekly, becoming used to following the orders of black men.

And so I found myself trudging up the stairs to Job's flat utterly defeated. My legs felt like lead, my arms hung heavily by my sides, my capitulation weighing heavily on my shoulders. I was a wimp and I knew it.

The door opened and Robert, the man who's cock I'd been powerd to suck minutes previously looked at me in disgust "Little white pussy" he spat "get your ass into the room" and he pointed to the bedroom.

I opened the door timidly peeking my head through at first to see what was on the other side.

My wife's ankles were pinned back behind her shoulders, powerd back onto the pillow and Job's thighs were powering into her, slamming and slamming against her with power and speed. I was taken with the scene, he owned her totally. He held her into the palm of his hand.

Something wasn't right but I couldn't put my finger on it. He was hammering her with more power than I'd ever seen, it was vulgar and I knew it was for my benefit. He suddenly slowed, but didn't stop, and turned his head to me.

"Go and kneel down in the en-suite, I don't want you in the same room as us. You are like a disobedient young and you don't deserve to take part in this. Keep the door open so that you can watch me" he commanded.

I was beyond any disagreement by this point and meekly knelt down on the tiled floor, by the toilet bowl.
When I looked back at the room I knew instantly what was wrong, Ann wasn't making a sound. My heart hammered in my chest as I turned over any number of horrible thoughts in my mind.

Job kept hammering away at her, whatever had happened wasn't putting him off. His buttocks tensed and he grunted, coming deeply into her hole. I could see his balls pulsate as I looked in at him, wondering abstractly how much come there was. He thrust and thrust again, emptying himself into her but with no reaction.

I held my breath.

He pulled out and turned to face me, his big, thick cock still semi-hard, slick with her juices and a bubble of his spunk on the tip of his head.

"She's fine Greig, she just ****** a few minutes ago, she'll be ok in a moment" he reached around and shook her gently, as if waking her from a relax. She stirred slightly, a little fuzzy.

"It's ok Ann, he's back, I just need you to see this" and Ann turned to look at me, unsmiling and blinking her eyes.

"Greig, I thought I was getting through to you but you seem incapable of taking on board just how much I own you this week. Your wife will never be satisfied by your cock again but you seem to need yet another lesmister on who is in charge here" and he walked towards me. I assumed he was going to make me clean his cock and for a moment, I felt my cock stirring at the thought of tasting his thick cock wet with my wifes juices and his spunk but he paused a foot or so away from me. He paused and turned to check Ann was watching, as she now was, wide eyed.

He held his thick, long dick in his hands, standing above me and pissed right on my face. I felt the warm jet on my forehead and splash all over my face. The power of it took me by surprise as I pulled back and tried to escape the jet. Down onto my chest and legs he continued, seemingly intent on covering me in his piss.

I was struck by the smell, just what an awful smell it was, summing up the offense I felt at this ultimate degradation. I glanced over at Ann, hoping she wasn't seeing this but I've never seen such an expression of sheer disgust as I did at that moment.

I could sink no lower, this was rock bottom. I was scum, disgusting, lowest of the low. And my wife had seen it all.

Amazing story,

please go on, its so hot and thanks so much

JW, while some of what you write is not exactly my cup of pee - oops, I meant tea - I find that you write so well that I have to came back and read it! Different strokes, as they say, or variety is the spice of life, or just choose your own cliche'!
It appears that you are developing quite a following. Congrats on that, and I hope you keep writing!

Thanks Stormy, that's very kind coming from you.

I'm not sure I'd like to be Greig, in fact I know I wouldn't. The ideas just popped into my head and I thought they would be interesting to write.

they are interesting to read indeed, please more

Just discovered your story. Very interesting, very different, and very well written. I don't usually like the real humiliating themes, but there's something different about this one that spikes my inner dark side and makes me hope that you will continue. Thanks for bringing it to us.

Now with all the accolades out of the way, I have to register a complaint. Ann's got those big ol' titties and you hardly mention them at all, aren't any of those guys boobie lovers? It's not always all about cum and big cocks you know, as my screen name can attest. Come on JW, let's bring those titties into play.

Plus you deserved a bump.

TrF2

Titsrfun2 - thanks for the comments, good point re the breasts, will add something in.

I was at home showering, trying desperately to rid myself of that awful smell, furiously soaping and rubbing myself. I was a little dazed, shocked by what had happened that night and how it made me feel. Ann wasn't with me, having stayed back at Job's insistence, and I was dreading facing her.

I got out and dried off, not sure of quite what to do with myself. I got into my pajamas and went downstairs to make tea. As I was pouring the milk, the front door opened and I could hear Ann come in.

She stepped into the hall, removing her coat and throwing it over the table before coming into the kitchen. "I hope you've showered" she said powerfully "I'll have a cup too but first you need to finish off, Job's orders" she pulled her dress open at the chest, exposing her large breasts. Her bra held them in place well enough but she pulled them apart a little with her fingers to reveal a pool of come.

"Job suggested the guys leave you a present too and they wanted to wank over my breasts" she said with a fond smile, she had clearly enjoyed that.

"Get on with it then, I want to clean up too" and I had no choice but to bend down and lick the warm spunk from her breasts.

"You really are a pathetic little wimp at times Greig, now bring my tea upstairs, I'm going to get ready for bed" and she turned on her heel and marched up the stairs.

I hadn't said a word to her yet but actually still didn't know what I'd even say.

As I entered the bedroom with her tea, I saw her lean forward to remove her bra, loosening her enormous melons from captivity. They swung down, heavy and full and I began to stiffen at the sight. I really did want her, having been denied all week and watching her in ecstasy with Job.

"Are you kidding me??" she demanded looking at the bulge in my pajamas, "there's no way. No way."

Her words, or actually her tone, cut right through my heart with a stab of pain.

"In fact, there's no way you are even relaxing in the same bed as me tonight, I can't stop thinking about you all covered in his piss. I can even smell it. Leave the tea on the dresser, you can relax downstairs"

I had one last look at his chunky thighs encased in those stockings and left the room. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes and I just didn't know what it all meant.

My erection was well and truly gone so I went down to the spare bedroom and went to bed.

Alone.

Alone...

And then what happens? Please continue

Kraut

I wrote myself into a corner with this, with a theme I didn't like and gave up on it. Was thinking of trying to finish but wanted to test I could post to such an old thread first...

My phone rang, lifting me out of my daze. I dont think I slept much and was a bit disorientated.

It was Job.

What time was it anyway? 7.30am, that's pretty early.

"Greig, I am coming to yours and will arrive in about 5 mins. We need to talk" he was as commanding as ever but his tone seemed just a little softer than the past day or two. Perhaps I was imagining it.

"I'd like some coffee please" he said "and I know you are in the spare room. There is a box under the bed containing some things for you to wear today. Given how last night ended up, I will allow you to wear only the panties today if you prefer and the rest is your choice but I will be checking" and with that, he hung up.

I swung my feet onto the ground, trying to get my thoughts straight. Memories of last night came flooding back and my face flushed. How could I look at him today?

The thought of that made my heart sink but the need to do what he asked was strong now, so I reached under the bed and pulled out a small cardboard box, ripping it open. Inside was a new pair of stockings, sort of bronze coloured, and a coffee coloured suspender belt and silk panties, with sheer edging and seat.

I really couldn't face all of that again, so just slipped on the panties. Actually they felt very soothing on my smooth and still tender skin, it was like balm for my wounds. I put on my t-shirt from yesterday and pondered going to the bedroom to dress but knew I couldn't face Ann yet, so just went to the kitchen and made the coffee.

The machine was grinding the beans and I was putting out the cups when the kitchen door opened and in walked Job, dressed elegantly as ever.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, resisting the urge to cover myself knowing it might get him annoyed. But how did he get in?

"Did Ann let you in? I didn't hear the bell" I asked.

"No, I let myself in." he said, very matter of fact about it. "Is that coffee for me?"

I handed him the coffee and made some for myself.

"I see you chose to wear only the panties this morning, that's fine. Your butt does look good in them, I can see what Robert meant" he mused.

"But listen Greig, we need to talk about last night. Anki pointed out to me that I had gone too far and I suppose I can see that. I actually didn't enjoy what I did, it's really not something that interests me and I dont really know why I did it other than I felt like I needed to do something to fully control you and make you come around and that was just what came out of me at the time.I am sorry and it won't happen again" he paused.

I was still facing the coffee machine, the embarrassment and awkwardness still too much for me. I nodded my head, it felt good that he'd apologised, surprisingly so, it felt like he was treating me better and I was very grateful.

"Listen, we are on day three of the week long trial. I will arrange for you to have the day off today, Ann can call your office to let them know you are sick. You will do some thinking about this whole experience and there are 5 questions you should focus on.

Number one : is your wife happy this week, doing this with us?
Two : does that make you happy?
Three : are you feeling sexually satisfied?
Then, you'll need to delve more deeply into your feelings for this next one. Are you enjoying playing a more feminine role, providing support for people and giving of yourself for their needs and wants?
Lastly, are you prepared to let this week play out, to trust me as I continue to shape you and your wife into a new form of relationship and maybe even life?

And with that, he got up and walked to the kitchen door "The plan is for Erwin to join you and Ann this evening for dinner and whatever he decides from there. I suggest you spend the day preparing for that, cleaning up, shopping and cooking dinner and use that time to consider those questions.

Tonight should be a lot easier, Erwin is only 19 and is a very different proposition to what you've experienced so far and I think this is an important experience for both of you." I turned to look at him now, feeling a little more positive about it all, there is no way I could have had another night like the last two.

"If you decide to stop now, please know that it all ends, all contact with Ann and you, there is no half measure in this or way of just carrying on the parts you want." that made my ***** run cold as I had a clear picture that Ann would leave me if that happened.

"Please call me by 3pm this afternoon and let me know if you are fully committed to the rest of the trial period, don't be late" and with that, he left.

Fantastic, thank you, Please continue. You have a talent. Bravo.

Wow, wow!

I stayed in the kitchen ******** my coffee whilst standing just where i was, looking out of the window but not seeing anything. I was mulling over Job's questions.

Ann did seem happy but we hadn't talked about it, so I couldn't really be sure but I did know that it was making me happy to see her this way, though I couldn't put my finger on what I liked particularly.

The image of her lying on her back with Job on top of her, legs spread wide and in the air with his matt-black skin contrasting against hers, utterly committed to the him in that moment was something that resonated deep inside me. I could feel it like a tuning fork vibrating in my loins.

As to my own sexual satisfaction, if anything, I was massively over stimulated. Right now, my dick was very raw and quite painful. You know the feeling when you masturbate too much in a short space of time, or even twice in the one day? You get turned on and into the porn you are watching, your dick goes hard and the wanking is a little bit painful but you do it anyway. And deep down you know that the orgasm isn't going to be as satisfying, but you keep going and cum a small pathetic amount and it's just not worth it.

Except this was worth it, because it wasn't just me wanking. The sex was just so overwhelming. Being with Anki on that first night was truly a dream come true for me, ticking off a good number of bucket list experiences. What caught me by surprise was the realisation that this whole experience wasn't about me having a three/foursome, or having anal sex, or being with a black woman.

It was that I was more turned on watching my wife with a black man.

That I was enjoying watching her in action more than doing anything to her myself - being passive. I would be happy watching her undress and show me her stockings (made a mental note on that one), wanking my cock as she was owned by a big black man, seeing the stocking tops against his black skin and above all, hearing her noises as she screamed and moaned and experience the amazing orgasms she was having.

It then really hit me that I had never given my wife an orgasm. Or any other woman as a matter of fact, until this week when I did it with my tongue. I felt that in the pit of my stomach, the feeling that I really wasn't a good lover at all and maybe that i'd been very selfish about that, not considering my partners - just getting inside and pumping until I spurted. That was pretty horrible but it was somewhat balanced by knowing that I could do it with my tongue, and I relived the feelings of satisfaction I felt when Ann, Anki and Simone had all been straddling my face with their thighs, wriggling as my tongue slipped over their swollen clitoris until the came, squeezing their thighs against me and pushing down on me before springing up with the orgasm.

Was I sexually satisfied? One million percent!

The kitchen door opened and the noise woke me from my reverie.

"Nice Panties!" said Ann with a bright voice, patting me on the butt as she walked past.

She was smiling and the relief washed over my anxious little heart, I hadn't realised how much I needed to feel that. Picking up a glass of water, she sat at the kitchen table and waved at me to do the same.

"I understand Job has apologised to you about last night, that's good, and I feel like I need to explain my reaction to you - though I won't be apologising." and there it was again, my old friend anxiety.

"I think I was picking up on the strength of Job's reaction last night and it fuelled mine, which I passed onto you. I need to watch that as his reactions aren't mine. However, I realised that I was mad at you for jeopardising this week for me and it made me realise that I felt strongly that I didn't want it to end.

I need you to understand that I normally feel a bit fat and definitely not attractive or sexy and that means I dont feel like being sexual and it all impacts my self-esteem and confidence. This week, I've felt very different, much more self assured and secure and there is something about having a man really take care of me that makes me feel really feminine and I love that.

And quite frankly, the feeling of sexual satisfaction is amazing and something I've never had. I feel calm and much less anxious about day to day things, my body feels like everything is in balance somehow and I feel a sort of glow inside, it's hard to explain but I need you to know that I won't give that up. "

She paused, which was just as well because the words were hitting me right in the face and my emotions were beginning to get the better of me. She took my hand.

"The thing is Greig, that I still love you as much as I always have and I know that you've been a key part in making this happen by going along with it all and I always want you to do that for me. It's just that we need to figure it out together, how our lives are going to be after this week. I want you to be ok with that so I hope you will agree to continue this week and see it through to the end, even if you are only doing it for me"

She must have noticed that I was struggling to control my emotions because she stood and pulled me onto my feet and just held me for what felt like an eternity.

I found myself just pottering around the kitchen, tidying up and doing the normal domestic chores just occupying my hands whilst my mind wandered.

Ann had made it very clear that she was happy with this but more than that, it seemed she was blossoming in a way that I really hadn't appreciated but where would it end? Would I ever get to have sex with her again or would my little cock just not be enough for her after Job?

One thing I did realise about myself is that I wanted or maybe even needed, a lot of sex. I was horny all this week even after so much sex and I recognised that had always been the case. I watched a LOT of porn over the years and even though Ann and I didn't have all that much sex together, I just thought she didn't have a big sex drive so I took care of myself. I may not be very good at it, that didn't make me any less horny.

I knew I wanted to continue with this week, I had known it as soon as Job brought it up, there was no question. In fact, I couldn't wait for tonights experience and was feeling a stirring in my loins as I considered it.

The only thing bothering me was Job describing my role as feminine and supporting others wants and needs. What was that going to look like? I had found it very difficult watching Ann lying in Job's arms when on screen, it made me feel like i'd lost her but after speaking to her this morning I felt more reassured. I think I'd be ok seeing that again - I knew it was just a natural part of the sex and that it was important for her.

I was still uneasy about this idea of being "feminine" and I didn't know why. I know he had me wearing panties, which I was still wearing right now, but I didn't mind that and even the stockings felt nice and sexy in their own way. I just wouldn't want it being publicly known or to be humiliated by it - maybe that was it? I couldn't put my finger on it but decided I could live with that for now. It was only a couple of more days, then .. what ?

With a sigh, I turned and picked up my phone and dialled Job's number and told him I would be happy to continue.

"That's good Greig, I am very pleased to hear it, but there is one more thing I need from you. I want to know that you are submitting to my control fully again so there is a car outside your house waiting to bring you to me. Go and get in right now, you need to be here in my office in 10mins. Don't change or delay, just get in the car and be here quickly"

Ugh, what was it with him and making me demonstrate that he was in control? I put on my raincoat, I was only wearing the panties and t-shirt, and went out to the car. I could see which one it was, the only car in front of the house with a black man driving. I got in without a word and none was said by the driver, he just took off and took me quickly to the office.

He pulled up in the garage, and pointed to an elevator door "it's on the 33rd floor" was all he said.

As the elevator door opened, there was a young black receptionist waiting for me, she was very attractive I noticed "Job will see you now, his office is at the end of the hall, just knock on the door and go in - he's expecting you".

Everything seemed to run like clockwork around Job. I knocked on the heavy wooden door and went in.

He was sat at his big oak desk with his back to me looking out of the window at the great view across the city. I didn't know what to do so I walked over to the desk a little tentatively.

"Round this side please Greig" he said and as I walked around I was clear that he had his trousers unbuttoned and was wanking his huge cock. WTF was that about? He was on his own.

"You need to understand that you are entirely here to serve my pleasure and I am glad you did as you were commanded, now take off your coat" he didn't stop stroking his big cock, which I just couldn't take me eyes off.

I dropped my raincoat on the floor, revealing my panties, which made him smile. It also revealed a little too much about my little cock which was rock hard.

"Good, I see you are coming to appreciate the pleasures available when you offer yourself to someone else's needs now come and kneel down here" his strokes were much faster now and I could see he was about to cum.

He pulled my head forward and my mouth opened for his cock "now suck hard and dont stop until I say"
and I did.

I was only sucking for a few moments when my mouth filled with warm spunk, wave after wave of it on my tongue and sliding into my throat. There was too much of it, and I had to swallow, in order to keep sucking again.

I kept going until he said enough, pulling his cock out and pushing up the last of the cum for me to take, and then finished by licking his cock clean. I marvelled at the weight of it as it as it softened, enjoying the sensory pleasure of holding and encircling the thickness.

"You are learning Greig, I appreciate that. You understand that your role is to serve me, in any way I demand, and your reward for that is the pleasure it brings. I can see you are comfortable in this role, it will be good for the future because your wife clearly feels the same and wants to serve a black man"

And that was it, I was dismissed and slinked back out of his office, down the elevator and into the car to go home. The driver was looking at my face in the mirror, so often so that I wondered if there was something on my face. I knew what was in his mind, he was surely wondering what was going on and probably had a good idea.

Please, continue!

Ann's phone rang, "Oh hi Erwin, how are you? I am looking forward to seeing you tonight" her voice was warm and full of excitement.

The talked for a couple of minutes, making arrangements and she turn to me with a smile, putting away her phone.

"That was Erwin, he's decided we're going out for dinner tonight instead, he thought I would like an opportunity to dress up and go on a date! Isn't that lovely?" she gushed "He'll send a car to take us but will meet us at the restaurant. We're going to The Grill, isn't that fancy ?" her face was lit up with happiness. "what will I wear?" she mused, turning to go and look at her wardrobe.

My phone rang, it was Job.

"Hello Greig, I understand my nephew is taking you for dinner tonight, which is news to me but then he always did know his own mind." he chuckled "Now The Grill is a nice place and they know me so please don't embarrass me. Wear something decent, at least a nice shirt for instance. I will send you some things to wear underneath, don't worry I won't humiliate you in public, it's just a reminder that you are there at my pleasure" and he hung up.

I was finishing a few household chores and was pressing a shirt for the evening when the doorbell rang, it was a messenger with two boxes - one for each of us. I took them in and went up to the bedroom where Ann was getting ready.

She was putting on her makeup and I could see her dress laid out for the evening. She was in a robe and turned to smile at me "Someone at the door?".

I handed her the box and we each opened together. Mine contained a very bright fuchsia pink suspender belt and a pair of fully fashioned tan stockings with a seam down the back. My face flushed at the thought of wearing those. There was a note saying "no socks over these please!" with a smiley face emoji taped to a square box.

Ann had opened her box and I heard her gasp with delight "oh my goodness, that is just beautiful" her face lit up with sheer joy.

It was a dress, in a sort of deep midnight blue colour made of luxurious velvet - very sensuous to touch. She held it up, it was off the shoulder and ran to just over her knees. It would fit her colouring beautifully. She clasped it to herself, hugging it against her skin. "I must put it on, come and help me get dressed" she smiled.

I looked in the box, knowing fine well that whoever sent that would have other details and there was underwear and a pair of elegant heels, with thin sexy strap to go over the top of her ankle.

I passed her the bustier, it was silk and fairly plain, she slipped it on and it held in her middle a bit, giving a strong shape and accentuating her breasts beautifully. Next I handed her the suspender belt, black too, a little lace trim round the edges, and the pack of stockings. She pushed me back to sit on the bed and put her foot on my knee, bending over to slip on the stocking and pulling it up her thigh right in front of me. I was hard by now!

She repeated this with her other leg - enjoying giving me a bit of a show - and I passed her a pair of sheer black panties to slip over, they showed her pussy lips clearly and when she turned round I could see through the back too. She looked amazing, though no seams on her stockings, I was a little disappointed.

I unzipped the dress at the back and passed it to her, she slipped it over her head and had to wriggle to get into it, it seemed to be very fitting in places. I helped her pull it down and into the right places. It fit just perfectly, I've never seen her wear anything which fit so well "It's bespoke!" she wondered "he must have had it made for me - how on earth did he do that?"

She was admiring herself in the mirror, turning this way and that, running her hands down her waist or the top of a thigh. Her leg stretched forward and she stood with her left leg extended and pointing her toe until the slit in the dress fell across both sides of her leg. The band in her stocking was very wide and was discretely but clearly visible at the top of the slit. A smile danced on her lips and she let out a deep sigh before giving herself a twirl in the mirror. She still had her figure and her butt was big but it was definitely improved by the cut of the dress.

"oh look, the car will be here in twenty minutes, I got carried away! lets get moving. Get dressed yourself now." she said firmly and was off looking for a handbag and shoes.

I quickly put on my own underwear, straightening the seams, and pulled on the matching silk fascia panties. I had planned to wear dress trousers but the problem was they would ride up and reveal the seams and heels in my stockings. I pulled out other options in the cupboard and tried a couple, settling for a pair of chinos. They were far less smart but would save my blushes a little - and the shirt was smart enough anyway.

Ann came back in fully dressed, she looked sensational, really the best I've ever seen her look. Elegant, refined but with an underlying sexiness radiating from her. I was so proud of her.

"Is that really what you are wearing? The chinos dont look right, why dont you wear something smarter?" she frowned but was cut off by the doorbell, the driver was early!

"Well, that's that" she said "I dont want to be late for this, let's go" and she turned on her elegant heel and off she went. I followed along meekly, feeling embarrassed now, and headed out to the car.

We were in a black limo, Ann was sipping a glass of champagne and I was looking for something myself when my phone went, it was Job.
"Greig, you left something at home, I could see it when you were getting ready." he said.

"Do you have a camera in there or something?" I asked, startled.

"Of course I do, I own you now - isn't that clear?" he laughed "now in the box was an extra item for you but you've forgotten it. I anticipated that you might be a little reluctant so the driver has an extra one for you but there is no lube to help with it so you are entirely on your own with that, I suggest a lot of spit. Remember, I'll be watching. Tell Ann she looks fantastic" and he hung up.

The driver had already put the box on the small fold out bar but I could see him looking back in the mirror, smiling. I opened it to see a small black butt plug. Sh1t.

Ann smiled at me, laughing, "that will teach you to forget Job's orders" it seemed that nothing could put her off tonight. I sighed with resignation and slipped off my chinos and panties, spitting a sloppy amount on the plug, trying and failing to cover its breadth. How would I do it? There wasn't all that much room, at least not for a delicate manoeuvre! I put the plug on the seat and tried to sit down on it but it pinged out from under me and hit the screen door, much to the drivers amusement.

"Here, let me" Ann said "turn around and kneel on the car seat, stick your butt out" and she delicately spat on the plug again and pushed it against my hole. "just relax into it" she said calmly, and was making progress but it hurt! I was squealing a bit "you big baby!" she laughed "think what I have to take inside me later tonight" and with that, she slapped the end hard and it popped in, stretching my butthole and causing exquisite pain, which was over as soon as it began. I turned and pulled up my panties and trousers and tried to sit comfortably on the plug but couldn't quite manage it.

We pulled up at the restaurant and I got out quickly, running round to open Ann's door. Before I got there, the black driver, tall and muscular, had the door open and held out his hand for her to get out. "Thank you" she said, stroking his arm and shoulder as she went by and into the restaurant.

I trailed behind and as I got there the maitre'd was starting to walk across the restaurant to take her to Erwin. I was a few steps behind and could see as men in the room stole glances at her, admiring and looking her up and down, and the women looked jealous. I think she noticed too as she walked tall and confidently through the room. This would never have happened before this week.

Erwin was sat at the table and got up to greet her. He was wearing a tuxedo, clearly made to measure and possibly silk, he looked fantastic and it made me feel like a country bumpkin and really regretting not dressing up more. He took her in his arms and kissed both cheeks before holding her closely against him "You look sensational, really beautiful tonight." and ushered her to sit down on his left side. I sat down on the right of him where the other chair was, the table set for three.

I could see more people looking at us, clearly wondering what our relationship was. So would I have.

He sat and turned to me "hi Greig, thanks for coming, hope you enjoy this evening too".