From Insecure to Evil

Zinc,
You have clearly been boiling this around in your head for a while. It's thought through and sensitive to the previous story which I liked a great deal. Thanks for giving us more of their lives.

Thx Peak! I hope you and others enjoy it.

I rarely touched Eric’s genitals until after I’d had at least one orgasm. I’m not sure exactly why, it had just become our norm. When I slid into our bed beside him and began stroking his stiffness I knew that too would be another departure from our typical playtime which would get his attention. What did surprise me is that after only a very few strokes Eric signaled me by mumbling, “I’m close.”

It wasn’t his choice of words that surprised me, we had used that phrase for months as a means of him indicating he would not be able to control his orgasm if I continued whatever I was doing to him, but he generally had excellent stamina. I knew if I had continued this would have been the first time we’d experienced his pre-mature ejaculation. On any other night I may have finished him off only to tell him what he had missed out on getting. I smiled as I released him, I’m sure my face was awash with the evil joy I was feeling. “I guess I better give up any plans of riding a hard cock to a nice orgasm tonight. With a hair trigger like that, yours is pretty useless to me, all you could do with it is make a mess.” It was said primarily in jest rather than in a direct effort to humiliate his about his momentary inadequacy, but he understood the dual meaning of my words.

“Sorry, I want to it’s just…”

I cut him off, there was no need for him to explain, I knew exactly where I had him. “We need to talk anyway. You haven’t forgotten that I mentioned that I had some options for you tonight, have you?” I knew he hadn’t, it was almost a rhetorical question, so I didn’t wait for his answer, it was time. As I began, I laid my open hand on his balls very aware I didn’t want to cause enough stimulation to spoil everything, “You could take care of these aching balls yourself when I’m not around, but you never do. Why not?”

Eric hesitated ever so slightly to give the obvious answer, “I like that you control when and how I cum.”

“Even if that means I don’t let you cum very often and I have you make me cum everyday?”

“Yes.”

“After everything I do to you to get myself off, like all those naughty things I made you do last night, you’d still rather wait even though you know I’ll probably take some of the fun out of it for you by making you lick it up when I finally give in let you cum?”

“I just don’t like to do it without you, no matter what, it would feel sort of like I was cheating.”

“I’m glad Eric, because I would think you were cheating too and I’m very glad you never cheat on me. I’m not sure what I would do if you ever did.”

“I never will, I’ll never cum unless you let me.”

“Never is a long time.”

“True, never would really suck! I love you and trust you to maintain a balance, but I don’t need or expect equality.”

“Good thing.”

“I think somehow I’m wired that way now. As badly as I want to cum sometimes, I don’t ever want to do it without you, I’d feel incredibly guilty. It may seem weird since you use your big dildos and cum thinking about you know who fucking you when I’m not around. You getting off without me is one thing, I’ve accepted that, but me getting off without you is just different.”

“I’m glad the idea of Mark fucking me pushes all your cuckold buttons.”

“When your wife makes it very clear she’d be a complete slut for a particular guy if you’d let her, a regular husband would blow his top, a cuckold gets still jealous, but he also gets really horny.”

“I not surprised you get horny, but you never told me the way I feel about Mark makes you jealous.”

“Why wouldn’t it? Shit, you’re my wife and you made it pretty clear you want him to fuck you. Not even just fuck you, you want to be some sort of sex slave for him. Of course I get jealous, jealous as fucking hell. I just can’t help that makes horny.”

“You have no reamister to be jealous of him. You know I love you and only you.”

“I know that you love me, so why would I be jealous? You just want to be a slut for him and come home and tell me all about it. Why would any husband get jealous about that?”

“Exactly.” We both laughed. The long talk had calmed Eric substantially, it was time to take the next step.

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My exit to the bathroom didn’t send up any red flags. I’m sure Eric assumed I was going for physiological reamisters. I held the small package behind my back when I returned to the bed. I was glad to find Eric had become flaccid and seemed relaxed. “I wanted to talk a little more about one thing.”

“Seriously? More talking?’

“Patience little boy, good things come to those that wait.” Then I added with my evil grin, “Occasionally.”

“What else beside my wife wanting to fuck other men did you want to talk about?”

“Just another man not other men, we’ll get back to that, but I wanted to talk about my controlling your orgasms. I am completely confident in everything you said about your abstinence from masturbation. I’m convinced you’d be completely faithful no matter how badly your balls were aching and that you wouldn’t cum in your hand unless that’s the way I decide you get to have your little squirt, but sometimes when I tie your hands or restrain you so you can’t get yourself off it drives me crazy. Most of the time I prefer being confident I have a husband that would not even stroke his own cock without my permission, but occasionally knowing I’ve made it where you can’t even touch yourself turns me on even more than just knowing you won’t. You still have some control when you won’t, but I have complete control when you can’t. Do you understand?”

“Sure, as I recall it was just last night that I had my hands cuffed behind my back and some sex crazed woman was shoving her big cock up my ass until she got herself off. I couldn‘t do anything but lay there and take it.”

“Funny, as I recall you were laying there on grinding that little hard-on you got from sucking my dick into the sheet begging for me to use your ass like a little bitch until I got myself off.” I knew this kind of chat would have Eric worked up again if it continued so I cut it short even though I was enjoying the banter. I handed him the little box, “What I’m trying to explain is that I want to lock your cock up sometimes.” Chastity cages had been in many of the videos we’d watched and I knew Eric instantly knew what he was holding. The fetish store didn’t have the vast selection of choices the internet offered, but they did have the CB-6000S which I thought would be perfect. Eric actually had a cock any woman would enjoy when erect, about 7” in length and quite thick, but he was a ’grower’ and was actually quite small when completely flaccid. “Let’s try it on?”

“Now?”

I expect his reaction given the circumstances and knew what Eric really wanted to say is, “I haven’t cum in three weeks and even if I was going to let you lock up my cock you’re need to get me off first.” He didn’t of course, he’s such a good boy. “Just to see how it fits…for me…please.”

I was really pushing hard, but Eric was still reluctant as he disassemred the pieces and figured out how they all went together. Finally he made one last attempt and reached for me with both arms, “I think it would be easier if I put it on a little later.”

Eric’s trepidation of being caged had squashed his immediate desire, leaving him in his tiny flaccid state so I knew fitting would not be a problem. I also knew the carrot would be more effective than the stick at this point. “I promised you options tonight, so I’ll give you your first one right now. Let me put it on and I promise I will give you a chance to cum tonight. I’ll even let you hold the key.”

It was an offer he couldn’t refuse since he knew it was likely I would retaliate by refusing to let him cum if he didn’t accept. “You win, as long as I get to cum tonight.”

“If you want to, I promise I‘ll let you.”

“If I want to….” Eric’s voice trailed off as we began to fit the device. It took longer than expected to get everything just right so he was equally secure and comfortable. After about 20 minutes we had it perfect and I felt a spark between my legs as I heard the lock click shut for the first time. “It’s so cute, it really makes you look tiny.”

“Thanks. You really know how to turn a guy on.”

“I thought cuckolds liked small penis offense.”

The conversation felt surprisingly comfortable. I attached my anklet, on which I’d strung one of the keys, to Eric wrist. He reached towards the lock like he actually thought I was going to let him take it right off after spending twenty minutes to get it on. I clarified, “I said you’d get to cum if you want to, but I want to have some fun first.” Eric actually seemed content sensing that our foreplay had begun. “I have another question.”

“More questions?”

“Just a few. Is this the kind of outfit you’d like me to wear for Mark when he fucks me?”

We’d talked about Mark fucking me so many times as we watched videos that any discomfort about the topic had long since past. “I really don’t think he’d care. You’d just be there to be his whore so I doubt you’d have anything on for very long.”

Eric’s response had some truth to it, in my early years Mark had always expected me to ‘dress the part’ when I was with him. He had instructed me to never wear a bra or panties and the rest was left up to me. He never said the words, but he expected me to come to him looking like a wanton whore. In his eyes it showed him that I knew my place, on the one occasion my outer attire wasn’t a clear enough indication that I needed to be used he spanked me so severely I never made that mistake again. That was the night I learned the difference between punishment and a spanking. Mark always loved to spank me, after the first one I was rarely with him when he didn’t beat my ass red with his open hand which was his weapon of choice. There was never any type of warm up, he just beat my ass hard and fast, and it was always painful. I can’t say I enjoyed it, but I knew he did and doing that for him left me dripping wet every time. Mark generally left me clad in what little clothing I chose to wear and as Eric accurately pointed out Mark never even acknowledged anything about what I wore as long as it met his requirements and he had free access to the parts he wanted to use. “I know what Mark expects me to wear and what likes to do to me. What I asked is if this the kind of outfit that YOU would want me to wear for him when he fucks me?”

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s really sexy and before you got me stuffed into this cage just looking at you had me ready to pop, but to be honest it’s a little more romantic and sweet than anything I ever imagine you wearing with him.”

“I would have been surprised if you had ever thought of me in something so innocent since it’s obvious that what turns you on the most is the idea of Mark using your wife like a horny piece of meat, not to mention he’d beat my ass until I couldn’t sit down if I showed up looking this innocent.” I could tell Eric’s head was spinning. His long delayed gratification and the fact that he was laying in our bed with his cock locked in a very restrictive cage for the first time would have been enough, but discussing his erotic preferences of how I should dress for the one man he knew I really wanted to fuck me had him struggling to admit the same details of his cuckold fantasies which he’d easily confessed many times in the heat of the moment. I decided to let him off the hook temporarily. “Fortunately, I’ve always been and always will be a slut when it comes to servicing Mark’s big cock. I can promise you I’d get thoroughly used no matter what I was wearing. I do think for my sake I should wear something that makes it very clear what I want from him so let me try on something else and you can tell me how you feel letting Mark fuck me in something I know he’d approve of me wearing.” I shook his caged little cock before I bounced into the bathroom.

My transformation was as quick as it was dramatic. I stripped off everything except the white thigh high hose, darkened the shadow around my eyes, and applied new shade of lipstick appropriately named Liquid Red. The second outfit was a basic bad school girl costume which combined a white button up top that was so thin it was semi-transparent and a ridiculously short plaid pleated skirt with a black belt. It bore little resemblance to the church issued uniform I wore in my teenage years when Mark first had his way with me, but when I tried it on in the store my first thought was imagining Mark looking at me and saying like, “My little slut has grown up to be a hot cunt.” I knew in my heart it wasn’t his style to even give me that minor praise. I left the top two buttons open and buttoned only the third. I tied the tails of the shirt in a double knot. To refer to the pleated skirt as a micro mini would be generous. It hung so low on my waist it was dangerously close to the top of my very wet slit and the bottom hem hung just a few inches lower. When I stood straight up my pussy was covered, but the bottom inch of my ass cheeks were exposed. I added a pair of black patent leather pumps with six inch heels rather than Mary Jane’s to cap off my ‘I need to be fucked hard’ look.

Eric’s eyes practically bugged out of their sockets when he saw me and I’m sure his cock would have sprung to attention if that was physically possible.

“Holy Shit!”

“I assume that is a rather uncouth way of saying you’d approve of Mark fucking me in this one.” I turned away from him so he could see my exposed rear then bent over facing away from him as I pretended to adjust one of my shoes, knowing it would demonstrate how easily I was completely exposed. I stood and took a couple steps toward Eric before I spoke, his lust for me was obvious. “So do I look ready to let Mark do as he pleases?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look ready to let any guy with a cock do as he pleases.”

“I believe you just called me a slut, or at least said I looked like one. Mark would expect no less, so I’ll take it as a compliment. Would knowing what he’d do to me when I showed up dressed in this would fulfill your little cuckold fantasies?”

“My fantasies never involve anyone else making love to you. I still can’t explain why, but you know it’s the idea of you needing another man to use you as his slut that pushes my buttons. Some guy just taking you anyway he wants, making you do anything that gets him off is part of it, but now that I know that you’d get off like some whore in heat in the process it drives me crazy knowing you really want another guy that way.”

Even though Eric’s excitement was physically restrained his tongue had loosen up considerably. I prodded him a bit deeper, “It isn’t a him, or some random guy, it’s Mark. You know he’s had his cock everywhere he could shove it inside me so many times I lost count. I’ve told you how much I enjoy being his whore and that given the opportunity and your acceptance I’d cum as many times as he’d let me while I begged him to do anything he wanted. So what do you think Mark would do to me when he walked in and saw me after I told him how much I missed him and badly I needed what only he could give me”

Eric was past any hesitation to express his most kinky dreams, but it seemed he was taking a few seconds to honestly consider the sequence in which Mark would choose to fulfill his own need to dominate a willing slut. “First he’d probably give you a very hard spanking for keeping him waiting so long. Then he’d make you suck his cock and fuck your face. Finally he’d get you on the bed and make sure he wore out you out until he was ready to cum. I’m sure you’d be begging his permission to cum on his cock while he fucked you and when he was through with you he’d coat you face in his spunk.”

I was impressed by Eric’s synopsis. He paid much more attention to the details I’d offered of how Mark used me in the past than I thought he had. “You describe it like it would be over quickly, I can assure you it wouldn’t. He’d use me for several hours, during that time I’m sure he would do everything you mentioned and more. Some wives who need other men end up cheating on their husbands, I never would. The lucky ones do it with her husband’s knowledge or even reluctant approval, but I can’t even imagine the rush I’d get by making such a complete cuckold out of you by doing anything Mark wanted me to, can you?”

“I think I underestimated how much you would enjoy what you were doing to me, but I can’t imagine how anything else would make me any more of a cuckold.”

I was unsure of exactly how Eric was feeling at the moment. I was as hot as I had ever been, at least with Eric. I could smell my own sex and I’m sure he could too. I knew the effort I’d gone to had made it crystal clear to him that the thought of being Mark’s slut again and completely cuckolding him in the process had me dripping wet with desire and was far more than a random fantasy. I sat down next to him and gently tugged at his cage which was properly doing its job of restraining his attempted erection. His pre-cum had flowed so freely it coated both the inside of the sleeve and his upper thighs, I took that as a positive sign. I almost felt I was denying myself as much as I was denying my husband, I was dying to get fucked. My own urge to cum was overwhelming. I straddled Eric’s face and began the familiar pattern of sliding my pussy and my ass back and forth across his darting tongue. I knew instantly that I would not last much longer than Eric would have prior to him being encaged. I held back nothing physically or verbally as I rode his face. “I want to be Mark’s whore. If you were there I’d make you make you taste his cock and balls on my lips. I’d beg for his cock and tell him badly I’ve needed what I can only get from him. I be his whore, his cunt, I do anything for him. I make you clean up his cum when he finished with me, I couldn’t help myself. I’d make you do it, I swear I would. Oh god, suck Mark’s cunt you little bitch, eat his fucking cum.”

My orgasm was a strong as the humiliating words I’d shouted at my husband without hesitation. I was in the mist of the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, it seemed to continue for minutes and for the first time I had the sense my own cum was ejaculating from deep within me. I eventually came to grips with reality. As I wearily dismounted it was clear the sense of my own ejaculation was not far from the truth. Eric’s face was a slick mess, my cum not only coated it, but had saturated the pillow on both sides of his head. His nose, lips, and cheeks were flush from the power with which I’d fed him my cum. I hadn’t felt any need to offer him any pleasure as I rode him, but it was clear that on some level he had enjoyed what I and done and/or said. His cock was straining inside the clear plastic powering his balls to be pulled away from his body to the point that only the physical certainty that they would be pulled off if he continued to grow stopped the flow of red into his semi-rigid organ. I knew without asking that Eric had never been more needy of release which made me wonder if my own inability to deny myself might have put everything I wanted into jeopardy.

Zinc

This is an excellent story. That last segment was outstanding.

Thanks

GH

Zinc,

I agree with GH. Thanks for sharing

Thx GH and Timmy...I appreciate the encouragement, it seems rather pointless without it.

I laid my head on Eric’s chest and wrapped my arm across it. Any other night I would have been quite satisfied to drift off to relax while I allowed Eric to finish himself off provided he cleaned up his own mess. “You’d make an amazing cuckold.”

“Thanks, I think. You sure didn’t hold anything back tonight.”

“Are you referring the amount of cum you swallowed or my choice of words?”

“Both.” We laughed. Humor lightened the mood. Eric continued, “You seemed much more serious than normal tonight.”

I knew the time had come and I was going to see this through, one way or the other. “I was completely serious and I meant everything I said. I’ve said it all before, of course, but tonight I wanted to be sure you understood what I really want and eliminate any possible confusion between fantasy and reality.”

“So your saying that you really do want to let Mark fuck you?”

“Yes Eric, I really do. Role-playing this with you isn’t my fantasy, nor is being a whore for Mark behind your back. I want Mark to be the man that makes you my real cuckold husband.”

“I’ve never told you, but I have fantasized that you might secretly want to really be with Mark again. I’ve even wondered if the reamister you cum so hard when you make me clean up after myself is because you are lost in your own fantasy of making me clean up after him. It’s always been hot for me to imagine that you had hidden a desire to be so extreme. Imagining you that way in my fantasy is one thing; hearing you confess that you really want to be another man’s slut, not to mention the things you’d really want to make me do if I was there with you is something else.

“I may have got a little caught up in the moment when I was fucking your face, I just let myself go and said was what I was really thinking. My secessions with Mark vary, but there is never any question that he takes what he wants and I get off on being used for his pleasure. It’s not a game, it’s real domination and true presentation. I’m there to give him what he wants and no matter how rough he gets with me my presentation to him gets me off so much that I’m constantly ready to cum for him on command. Although I’m sure that may cause you to have some mixed emotions, I know seeing your wife being so aroused for another man would have you aching for release despite any negative feelings you‘d experience. I know I could make you do anything for just a few seconds of the pleasure I was giving him and for me have you that needy while I focused my attentions on pleasing him is about as hot as it gets. I know I’d have you by the balls and I really don’t think there is any limit to what I might make you do and that does include everything I said tonight and possibly even more. That would be the perfect situation for me, but my pleasure isn’t exactly Mark’s biggest concern so I can’t imagine him ever condoning it, so for better or worse, servicing him while I make you watch will probably remain just a fantasy for me.”

“I guess I’m lucky he wouldn’t condone it, since it’s pretty obvious what you make me do whether I wanted to or not.”

“In your case it’s more about you being willing to do something for me than it is about what you do or do not want. You never have to fantasize about it or wonder any more; now you know there really aren’t any limits to what I might want to make you do as my cuckold husband. That’s a fact, not a fantasy.”

I’d said what I’d intended to say in no uncertain terms. My husband knew now and would know forever that married or not I always have and always will yearn to be Mark’s whore. It was a confession I knew I could never take back, one I felt I needed him to know and believed he would find a way to accept. Time momentarily stood still. I wasn’t sure what else to say and Eric’s silence indicated he was also at a loss for words. “Despite my need to make my desires clear, I didn’t forget the promises I made to you tonight. I promised that I would give you the chance to cum and I also promised that you would have options; I intend to make good on both after I tell you a couple more things about my relationship with Mark. I’m sure it’s clear by now that when I was younger I wanted more, but I was never Mark’s girlfriend. He never made any secret of the fact that did have others girls who were while he continued to use me to take care of his special needs. I never had any doubt where I stood. His honesty and my own lust for what he did to me always kept me coming back for more. I never called him for obvious reamisters, instead we did work out a code. I’d send him the text NBDSM when I wanted to see him. It was an acronym for, ‘I need bondage and domination, sadism and masochism’. It was my way to let him know I needed to be his whore, or as he preferred it his cunt, and I was ready to do anything he wanted. In the beginning he’d just use me in his car, later in his apartment, but once other women were in the picture, I was expected to provide a hotel room to get what I needed.” I disliked having to admit the extent I was willing to go to be Mark’s slut when I had the one man I loved in such a fragile vulnerable state, but I found the details I was giving him essential for his complete understanding of the scene I was about to unfold.

“Nikki called me today and there is some family trouble I need to resolve at home again. I called everyone and let them know I would be there as soon as I could to keep the peace. I was able to book a flight for tomorrow afternoon with at a decent price.” My need to fly home wasn’t anything unusual. I flew home once or twice a year just to visit and once every year or so for some type of family issue. Eric hadn’t gone with me in years, he didn’t care much for my family and they felt the same toward him. Over the years he had accepted that when it came to my family, I did what I felt I needed to do. Eric had known for years that Mark lived five minutes from the airport and was still friends with Nikki and the rest of my family. Beyond the fact that it was sexual, they had no idea of the type of relationship Mark and I had. Nikki knew I thought Mark was great in bed, I think I’d even told her years ago that he was better than Eric. She’d had made it clear to me for years that she thought I’d be better off with Mark than Eric and often let him know when I was coming to visit after Eric quit coming with me. She intentionally tempted me, but she didn’t know the extent of my temptation. I never complained or suggested she stop, maybe now it is clear to me exactly why. I never mentioned to Eric the few times my path and Mark’s had crossed after we were married. Mark would never come out and say he wanted me, that wasn’t his style, and I resisted the urge to send him our coded text. Since nothing ever happened, beyond Mark dropping hints about his schedule which I assumed implied he’d be available for my services, I kept the few times I seen him previously to myself. All that was before Mark had become a staple in my sex life with Eric, let alone before my confession of this evening. “I haven’t called Nikki back to let her know exactly when I’ll arrive, I wanted to keep my options open.” I hesitated just long enough to take a deep breath. Eric‘s cock had his cage fully extended, he may or may not like what he was hearing, but he couldn‘t deny it excited him. “You’ve been such a patient boy and It’s time for me to make good on my promises. Your options are simple, you can remove my anklet from your wrist and clasp it onto my ankle. Then we can send Mark the text and you can book a room for me tomorrow night near the airport. In twenty-four hours you will be my cuckold husband. To show my appreciation for your decision to quit pretending and be a real cuckold, when I return on Saturday you can pump that months worth of cum into me to your hearts content for a full week. During that time our sex life can be anything you want it to be, you tell me what you want and I’ll do it. Or you can release yourself while I shower, take care of your needs and I’ll call Nikki let her know I’ll be in around 4:00pm. I’m not sure how I’ll feel if you do and what changes may need to take place in our sex life when I return. I’m afraid what we have been doing might just seem like we are pretending that something is real when it will never be more than a fantasy. Right now I just don’t think I could keep it up knowing that, we’ll just have to see how I feel when I get back. I love you Eric, that is the most important thing to me in life, so it’s your choice. Decide what you really want for us both and I’ll be back to get your answer. I shut the door behind me and looked at the whore staring back at me in the mirror.

Zinc

This is a hot story and I suspect it's about to get hotter.

Thanks

GH

Zinc,
You've boiled this one up nicely. I'm sure the decision will go the right way for all concerned ...

Thanks GH...time will tell

Thx Peak...it's decision time.

I was lost in my own replay of the erotica video that could have just been filmed in my bedroom. A want-to-be hot wife confessing to her caged husband her true desires as she sought his acceptance of her infidelity for the first time. We’d exhausted cuckold/hot wife porn, but I had never seen anything more erotic as what had just happened. I was unsure of Eric’s ultimate decision, he could go one way as easy as the other. I was confident regardless of his choice our marriage wouldn’t suffer. Eric wouldn’t deny that he was excited by my offer and I was sure I could use my honesty about my desire for Mark in our future sex play regardless of his choice. I knew I was never going back to vanilla, the only reamister I suggested otherwise to Eric was to motivate him to make the choice I desperately wanted him to make. Eric was a cuckold, by definition if not by consummation, he had a sexual fetish in which he was stimulated by his committed partner choosing to have sex with someone else, therefore he was a cuckold. I’d given him the opportunity to live truthfully. I could make a convincing argument that he couldn’t fault me for giving him this chance, but I knew tonight would not result in an argument. I found it much more likely Eric would see tonight as the hottest night of his life regardless of his decision. I wasn’t even too worried about his jealousy, though I was sure it was raging, his lust would overcome that obstacle as always. The only emotion that concerned me was fear. His fear that he somehow might lose me. That wasn’t not possible, but I knew that was the one thing might stop him and I was concerned that I was so aroused that I hadn’t adequately assured him otherwise. I slipped on the white baby doll outfit and the matching boy short panties, I skipped the hose and shoes and opened the door to our future.

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I felt a sense of relief I can’t describe when I saw Eric still caged with my anklet around his wrist. I’m sure I was grinning like the proverbial cat that ate the canary as sat down beside him and leaned down to kiss him, he stopped me rather abruptly. “The only decision I made was not to cum in my own hand while you showered. Now I think it’s time you answered some questions.” Eric’s tone was no longer that of a submissive husband. It wasn’t harsh or angry, his tone was strangely professional given the circumstances. Eric had retreated to his board room permistera so he could regain some sense of control in his own mind. I would have been content to have him give into my desires in a state of near madness due to sexual frustration. My realization that we were about to have a very level headed adult conversation about the opportunity I’d presented was intimidating, but I knew it was a much better way to assure there would be no regrets.

“Do you love him?”

“Mark? Of course not Eric, I’m in love you and only you. Nothing will ever change that, I’m your wife and I always will be, but it’s much more than that. We share everything Eric, most couples never have our level of honesty with or trust in each other. My feelings about Mark have nothing to do with love. You have to know that in your heart without any doubt or we really have nothing more to discuss, none of this would work if you don’t trust me completely. I wouldn’t jeopardize losing that for anything and I’d never risk losing you. I’m sorry Eric, I should never have…” I was tearing up and my voice was beginning to break slightly. The thought that I’d jeopardized what we shared for my need to be fucked by another man had me near tears when he interrupted me.

“Don’t throw in the towel just yet. Given everything you’ve said tonight I needed to hear that from you. I needed to be sure, now I am and I believe you, so lets move on. “Were you ever in love with him?”

It was a question I’d actually considered many times and resolved in my own mind years ago. When Nikki would nudge me in his direction in the past and more recently after nights when I used Eric as my bitch I sought the same answer within myself. I’d spent hours sorting out what I did and did not feel and what I had and hadn’t felt in the past. “I know without a doubt I never have been in love with Mark. When I was young, I had very strong feelings for him, but they were not love. I didn’t even know what love was back then and frankly I never learned what it was until I met you. Love is something two people share not something an individual feels. I have a sexual craving for what Mark does to me. I can’t change that, but short of loving his big cock and the eroticism of the way he uses me, I can assure you I do not now and have not ever loved him.”

“But you do love his cock and what he makes you do to get it.”

It wasn’t a question, but it seemed Eric was expecting my confirmation of the obvious, “Yes Eric, I love Mark’s big cock, I love how he fucks me, and what he makes me do to earn the privilege of having him do it.”

“So you could be a slut, a piece of ass for him to use to empty his balls, and you’d cum like his whore and feel nothing?”

It would have been easier to agree with his assertion rather than to try and explain the unexplainable, but for some reamister taking the easy way out seemed less than honest. “I always have emotional feelings toward Mark, I didn’t have any feelings for him there is no way I could even do the things he requires of me and I certainly wouldn’t want to experience it badly enough to confess that you married his slut. I know positively the feelings I have are not love, but I don’t how to explain them.”

“You need to try.”

I knew Eric was right, he deserved as much of an explanation of my feelings as I could give. “I know more what they are not, but describing what they are is much more complex. I’m not sure I can give you the explanation I know you deserve. Lust is part of it, but there is more, he fulfills this need I have inside me. I know only uses me to please himself, but somehow I get great satisfaction in knowing I give Mark a special kind of pleasure that no other woman does. I don’t even like everything he does to me or makes me do for him, some things are more painful for me than pleasurable, but I know he gets pleasure by seeing me willingly submit to the pain he inflicts and for some reamister that alone is enough to get me dripping wet for him. Sometimes I struggle to get away or beg him to stop or plead with him to go slower, for the most part I do that just to excite him. The use of our safe word is the only way to slow him down from taking what he wants. I’ve never used it, no mater how it hurt of what I was feeling at the moment, I’ve never really wanted to stop him from doing what I knew he was enjoying. The helpless moans and pleas from his whore are expected and given, but I know they are nothing more that foreplay to him. In those moments I live for his pleasure and for earning my reward, his orgasm, is my only goal; it’s the only thing that has ever made me feel like I’ve done what I was there to do. Sometimes he lets me cum for him while he uses me, other times he demands I make myself cum for his amusement. I can’t describe how badly I need to cum for him when I’m with him and how much I enjoy it when he allows me to, but ultimately his orgasm and his pleasure is the only measure of my success. I’m full of emotions throughout, most are good when I’m with him, the bad ones usually come later, ultimately I always succeed in satisfying him. When he coats me with his cum I know I was a good whore and at that moment I’m filled with that special satisfaction that I only get from him. He leaves when he’s finished with me and often ignores me for days. I wouldn’t say I ever regret it, but I’m often conflicted emotionally when the reality of how much of myself I give up just to get him off fills my thoughts. Over the next few days I continue to feel like a whore, but the sense of satisfaction I got by being one erodes. Eventually I always get over it and I’d start getting myself worked up thinking about how hot he made me and I’d end up sending him another text begging for more. I know it is a lousy explanation and I don’t expect you to understand, sometimes I don’t understand myself.”

“I don’t think one permister can ever fully understand everything someone else feels, but…the way you described your feelings when he is using you as his whore could have just as easily been me telling you how I feel when you bend me over and use me as your bitch. It is as intense for me when it is happening to me as it is for you when he uses you, but when it’s over I have some negative feelings too. Sometimes I feel like I’ve given up my manhood, after being used like a horny little bitch.”

“Eric you should never feel like that! I never think about you that way, it gets you off most of the time, it gets me off every time, what we do together is wonderful! I wouldn’t ever want to go back to the way things were before we were honest with each other.”

“Yet you have the same negative feelings after being with him and to you they seem perfectly reamisterable.”

“I guess, but I never feel I’m taking your manhood permanently, just for the night.” My comment made us both smile.

“Maybe he feels the same way about you, you just become his whore for the night, but it doesn’t change who you are. He has to have some feelings for you, maybe they are different than yours, but he keeps coming back for more as often as you do.”

“Maybe, but I think he just likes having a slut that will do anything for his cock.”

“There are differences, I know you love me and I love you. You are my wife and I am your husband. I could easily say that those facts or at least one of them is why it is acceptable for you and I and totally unacceptable for you and him. I think any normal husband would feel that way, don’t you?”

Eric had climbed to the top for good reamister, he was a shark in the board room and over came many obstacles when he seemed helpless. He’d won again, I couldn’t argue with his logic. I’d been thinking with my pussy rather than my head or my heart. “You’re right, you win.”

I reached for my anklet and unclasp it from his wrist. I could already see his erection growing within his cage as I brought the key to the lock. As I inserted the key Eric clutched my hand holding it in his for a few seconds before he took the anklet from my hand, knelt at my feet and clasp it closed around my right ankle. “This scares the hell out of me, but we both know I’ve got a thing about you wanting to be a whore for Mark. Even when we pretend it drives me crazy and each time makes me want you more than ever. I just hope you actually being his whore has the same effect. I guess your lucky that I’m not normal.”

Tears were flowing down my cheeks. I’m sure the average wife couldn’t imagine being overwhelmed with love for her husband at that moment he had condoned her right to be another man‘s whore, but I was, perhaps more than I’d ever been. I spoke though my tears of joy, “You are normal Eric, you are a perfectly normal cuckold husband, or at least you will be after tomorrow night.”

WOW Powerful. Thank you for sharing

I agree with Timmy, that was excellent. I'm eager to read what happens in the aftermath. There are so many questions. Will she tell Eric everything? Will she tell Mark about her relationship with Eric?

Thanks Zinc

GH

This is getting real good…

Zinc,
Very good. You got into the heart of that really well and explained both sides with such clarity. I just hope the reality to come works out the way they think it will ...

Timmy27
I appreciate your comment. She has the courage to admit her desire, he accepts that his lust for his fetish is stronger than even his desire for his wife to be faithful...I felt it had to be powerful and emotional, I'm glad it read that way.
goodhusband
Thx GH. Those are certainly two of the questions that must be answered.
Nico69
Thanks
peakmb
I find the psycological interaction between a cuckolding wife and her husband as erotic as the physical act itself. The aftermath is complex and whether positive or negative, I think it is rarely exactly what a couple thought it would be. Thank you for your feedback.

It was 10:45 pm when Eric made his choice, significant only because as far as I knew Mark still worked the 3 pm - 11 pm shift. His rule was simple and absolute, I could only text him during work hours ‘when I needed it’ and he’d answer when he felt like it. He usually waited until the morning. In the past, I always felt like he did that knowing it would keep me up half night waiting for his response. I handed Eric my phone ten minutes before my cut off and he typed in the coded acronym and sent the request for Mark to use me a few seconds later. I had him book us a room at the Renaissance Hotel just outside Newark airport. The Renaissance was a substantial set up from the flea bag motels I could afford in my youth. Eric always made our travel reservations and started to do so this time for Mark and I with his usual matter of fact demeanor, but by the time he completed the reservation his hands were shaking and his cock was again straining in its cage. Having him make the arrangements for his own cuckolding had clear pushed him into that special completely submissive state in which I love to see him.

Eric calmed down as we cuddled in bed after the arrangements were made. He pointed out that Mark hadn’t replied, I confidently assured him he would in the morning after he made me wait. Silently the fear that he may no longer desire me, even as his willing whore, gnawed at my self-esteem. We chatted for a while, we both chose to avoid the discussion neither of us was ready to have, instead we shared our honest feelings about my domination of Eric outside of the heat of passion for the first time. It was a conversation I’ll always remember and cherish.

“I wish you didn’t have those bad feelings about the things I make you so sometimes. I know you wouldn’t want me to stop, but knowing it makes you feel badly might make it harder for me to do what I know you need.”

“I never think bad thoughts when it’s happening, or even when your finished with me. I always fall arelax content that I was thoroughly fucked, whether you let me cum or not. It’s never until the next day when I start wonder if you think less of me as a man because of way I enjoy some of the things you do to me, or make me do for you.”

“I’ve grown to really enjoy making you do those things for me, sure you had your fantasies first and I’m sure you got off imagining what it might be like to be one of those submissive husbands, but no one can ever experience presentation until someone else pushes them to their limits. I know making you suck my cock or fucking you in the ass while I make you perform like a horny slut undoubtedly makes you feel like less of a man at the moment, that’s never my primary goal it’s just a means to an end. I know nothing else makes you feel more submissive to me. When I see you like that I get some kind of evil rush, kind of like a high or some kind of euphoric feeling. You can see or sense my enjoyment, so you do as you’re told and the more I make you do, the more I like it, the more you know I’m enjoying your emasculation, the more you are aroused. It’s like some kind of crazy erotic circle. I demand your temporary emasculation by powering you to perform as my cock hungry bitch, I’m hardly oblivious to the fact that you feel less than manly when I make you beg for it as I shove my cock up your ass, but if I did any less you wouldn’t know the intensity of being made to truly submit. I’d never get that special smile on my face or that evil look in my eyes that I know drives you crazy. It’s one way I get to that high of domination that does it for me and you can get to, for lack of a better term, that low of presentation that does it for you. It the first means to that end that we discovered together, maybe tonight we found one or two more, time will tell.” I concluded with what I felt was the most important point, “Our erotic sexual encounters no matter what activities involved are simply various forms of sex between a man and his wife who love and trust each other and I promise you that no matter what we do together or agree to do apart nothing ever has or will make you less of a man to me. Your are the most open-minded sexually adventurous man a woman could hope for and I wouldn’t trade you for any man in the world, and if there is any lingering doubt in your mind that includes the man that is going to fuck me tomorrow night.”

“Only you could find a way to make me feel like more of a man for being your bitch and comparing me to the man you are going to fuck tomorrow.”

“It’s true love.”

“Then let me take a stab at reciprocation; If I shouldn’t feel like any less of a man after being your bitch then why should you feel like any less of a woman after being a slut. A night spent as Mark’s whore doesn’t change who you are, as I see it all you have ever done with him is to do what it takes to get him to fulfill that need you have to be with a man who makes you submit to anything he wants whether you like it or not. That may make you one horny woman who occasionally needs to be thoroughly used like a whore and in doing so it would make you an unfaithful cuckolding hot wife, but provided what we do everything together or that I accept what you doing without me, then I think that knowing your man is at home so hot for you that he’d accept your need to get something from someone else that you can’t get at home, should make you feel sexy as hell about yourself rather than feeling any negativity after you get what you wanted. I’d like to think that my acceptance of your need to do that would mean a lot more to you than any recognition you might or might not get from him after he is done with you.”

“I guess I’ll just have to learn to accept that Mark drowning me in his cum must mean I was a pretty hot whore for him and I got what I needed.”

“If you can do that, it would make it a lot easier for me to accept the same when you drowned me in yours.”

“Maybe we can conquer our demons together.”

I was never as sexually sure of myself as Eric, but I realized that having him as the focus of my feelings after Mark was finished with me gave me an opportunity to feel a sense of accomplishment in successfully cuckolding my husband instead being consumed with feelings that eroded my self-esteem after Mark used me which had overwhelmed me in the past.

We seemed to come to terms that sex can in fact just be sex, highly erotic deviant sex and nothing more. I never dreamed my husband would be the one who helped me overcome the one obstacle that had always infringed on my full enjoyment of being Mark’s whore and I hoped I’d helped him find his path to regaining his masculinity each time I repeatedly striped away in the future. I remember thinking as I fell arelax that I hoped we both felt same way after Mark had his way with me and Eric was my cuckold.

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I didn’t immediately realize it was the sound of running water that woke me. Typically I got up first, showered, then woke him by straddling his face and lowering my nice fresh sex to his mouth. On the few occasions he did wake before me he had always returned the favor by waking me with his tongue and making sure I enjoyed my morning orgasm before he left the bed. It was very arousing for me when saw him return to the bedroom naked and caged. “Morning wood got me up early and waking up like that hurt like hell. I had to do something and a cold shower served the purpose. Now let me take care of you.”

“Looking at you already has me juiced up, one taste and you’ll be back in the shower. I can go one morning without an orgasm.” Eric looked disappointed, but I’m sure he knew I was right about what it would do to him. I refrained from adding that Mark would more take care of me later, but I thought it and I’m sure Eric did too.

I was showering when Eric stepped in and said, “He texted you back.”

I’m sure I looked like an anxious teenager as I popped my head from around the curtain grinning ear to ear, almost shouting, “What did he say, what did he say?”

Eric read his text without the same level of excitement, “It’s about time cunt, when?”

Just send back, “I’ll be waiting at the Renaissance Hotel by the airport tonight.” I watched Eric do as he was told before returning to the warm water of the shower.

Eric was dressed and eating breakfast when I walked into the kitchen. My phone was sitting next to him on the table. “He didn’t reply.”

“He won’t, he never does. He uses his silence as a form of domination, like he’s making the point that he doesn’t have to do or say anything to get me to be his whore. I have to ask for it first, suck his big cock for who knows how long and give him whatever else he is in the mood for, then eventually I beg him to fuck me long enough that he usually gives me some cock.”

“Sometimes he doesn’t?”

“When I was young he knew if he didn’t fuck me I’d be back begging for more pretty fast. Now that I’m a three hour flight away I doubt he’ll pass on the chance to shove his hard cock into somewhere other than my mouth, but he could just rough me up, make me suck his cock until my jaw was numb, and cum all over my face. I really never know what he’ll make me do. After he gets off he leaves and that’s usually the last I hear from him until the next time I ask for it again, he acts like I got what I came for and that the privilege of getting him off should be enough for me. I know he’s just playing that domination by silence game he enjoys, but in the past that’s when I’ve gotten freaked out and down on myself.”

“This time you can just call me and I’ll try to help.”

“It’s not like I could back out now, not that I want to, but are you sure you are okay with it?”

“I’m not completely sure how I feel right now and even less sure how I’ll feel tonight, but I know I’ll be okay as long as you are. I’m feeling jealous as hell, knowing he does something for you that I don’t is pushing my emasculation button hard. Knowing your wife needs another man’s cock isn’t easy and you’ve seen to it that I can’t even get hard, my cock is in a plastic cage that’s so small it makes me look juvenile and your about to climb on a plane to go spread your legs for another man without him even having to say a word. If I wasn’t so fucking horny my jealous would eat me alive.”

“That sounds like my boy has a text book cuckold angst to me, jealous of the guy your wife wants to fuck her, both afraid and confident that he will fuck her better than you do, yet you are too damn horny to do anything but support her.”

“I’m not sure that comment makes me feel any better, but you seem to be enjoying my conflicted feelings.”

“Seeing you squirm a little always gets me going. We both just need to accept the truth about ourselves and enjoy it, I’ve chosen to be a whore for Mark again and you’ve chosen to let me make you a cuckold. I’ve fantasized about doing both for a while. When Nikki called yesterday and I considered the possibilities I knew the timing was perfect. I’d already denied you longer than I normally do and spent the previous night transforming you into that cock hungry bitch who will do anything for me. I knew the combination would make you as agreeable as I could ever get you. I expected you’d be jealous and hoped the combination of your aching balls and cuckold fetish would compensate enough that you’d make the choice that you ultimately did. Once you sent him the text it was a done deal. I couldn’t back out after you offered me to him like that, it wouldn’t be fair to Mark, but I did have some lingering worries about you. I just needed to hear you say that you are going to be okay, now that I know that you will be I’m ready just left let go and totally enjoy myself. To be completely honest, I’m really starting to get into what I’m doing to you.”

“I think you got the best end of the deal.”

“I think it’s safe to concluded that horny cuckolds aren’t very good negotiators.”

“I assume you are also getting into what he is going to do to you.”

“I was already into that.” I knew my comment would rub a little salt in his wounds, but my evil permistera was kicking into high gear and I was beginning to embrace the opportunity to experience the best of both worlds I’d created for myself.

“It will ruin everything if you feel bad about yourself when it’s over.”

“I’ll just feel like a whore.”

“I can live with that as long as you can feel good about being a whore.”

“After seeing what it does to you , I’m starting to think I’m really going enjoy the feeling. You slutty wife, Mark’s submissive whore, a girl could do a lot worse.”

Zinc,
Nicely set up. The ducks are in line. Lets go shooting!

Very nice, I love the give and take and the doubt.

Thank you

GH

peakmb
Shots fired.
goodhusband
I find it difficult to believe that the doubt would not remain a constant.

Thank you both...

It felt good to have a couple glasses of wine on the flight. I called Nikki after Eric left for work and let her know I’d arrive the following morning. I rushed around packing and arrived at the airport later than I would have liked. The security lines were long which brought me close to a panic attack for fear that I’d miss my flight and ruin everything. The flight was boarding by the time I reached my gate and I allowed myself to breathe a sigh of relief when I took my seat. My mind racing with thoughts of what Mark would do to me. I trusted him, but I always had an element of fear intertwined with my excitement where he was concerned. The flight was uneventful and we arrived on schedule. I drove the rental car to the hotel which only took a few minutes, checked in and pulled my own single bag to my room. I was pleasantly surprised when I entered the room. It was a one bedroom suite rather than the standard room I’d expected. I wasn’t sure if I’d been granted an upgrade, if they made a mistake, or if Eric had a hand in the room selection. I chose to assume the later. I exchange a couple texts with Eric, letting him know I arrived safely, thanking him for providing us with such a nice room. I added one more text saying I’d contact him later after I rested up for the long night I had ahead of me. I was confident he read between the lines enough to have him straining in his cage. Between the wine, the intensity of the past two nights, and the heretic morning, I was exhausted. I slept soundly.

Surprisingly it was 8:00 pm when I awoke. I knew Mark would be working until 11:00 pm so I still had plenty of time to get ready, but that fact that Eric had resisted the urge to reply during the hours I slept showed a great deal of restraint on his part. The anxiety I always felt before I was with Mark hit me like a ton of bricks. It had been a long time, but there was more to it. I knew Eric would expect and deserve to be told the details. I was acutely aware that past admission of my fantasies had hardly prepared me for the true confession I’d need to make when I returned to my husband.

I was too uncomfortable to talk to Eric, we exchanged texts instead. He had found the note I left for him, in which I thanked him for his acceptance and professed my eternal love for him. Our exchange was pleasant, he never suggested he was having second thoughts, but he could block my ability to read his emotions via text as easily as I prevented him from reading mine. I’d also mentioned in the note that I’d left the spare key in a sealed envelope in case of an emergency. He never asked where I’d hidden it, but at least he knew I hadn’t completely disregarded his physical health. Our exchange lasted for almost an hour, but I honestly can’t recall anything else of importance we shared.

Mark sent me a text a little before 9:00 pm. My heart rate surged instantly. I read the first line and I sent Eric a message saying I need to get ready and I’d text him again after I did.

Mark was a man of few words, but his instructions were very precise.

“Get ready cunt. You will go to the lobby bar at 10:00 pm, order and take a shot of Tequila every 15 minutes. Run a tab, keep it open, and let them know you will be charging it to your room. Be very friendly and completely honest. DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME!”

I read his text several times and thought about every detail as I showered and shaved. His reference to not disappointing him meant as it always did that he expected me to dress the way he liked me. He knew I was a light weight, I knew he didn’t get off until 11:00 pm and assumed he wouldn’t arrive immediately which meant I would have consumed at least a half dozen shots by the time he got there. The tab would be his opportunity to confirm my obedience if my state of excite left any doubt. His instruction that I be very friendly seemed both unusual and cryptic at first. As I visualized myself looking like a whore sitting at the bar his instructions became more clear. A single woman takeing shots like a fish in a hotel bar wearing a wedding ring and dressed like a slut would clearly attract male attention. I lacked the self-esteem of my youth, but I wasn’t stupid. Given the make up of most hotel bar crowds there would be a number of men eager to take me up on what it would look like I was offering.

I was dressed and as ready as I was going to get about 10 minutes early. As I looked at myself in the mirror dressed as I had in front of Eric the night before I feared the management might ask me ask me to leave the bar, suspecting that I was a working girl. I took some comfort that as a cop Mark would be somewhat knowledgeable about the hotel’s practices in such matters and concluded that by billing the tab to my room it would suggest I was a horny, married, slut rather than a prostitute.

I needed to send Eric a text before I left, it wasn’t easy, but I knew it would be even more difficult when we were again face to face.

“Mark instructed me to go to the bar, take heavily, and wait for him. He also told me to be very friendly to the other guys until he got there and not to disappoint him. I won’t…I’m wearing his outfit.”

“OMG!!!!!”

“I have to go. Don’t text me anymore, I’ll text you when he leaves after he’s through with me. Don’t wait up, it will be hours.”

I doubted Eric would relax, but I certainly didn’t want deal with the distraction of him blowing up my phone after Mark had arrived. I took one last look at myself, or whoever I’d become, and walked out the door.

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Fortunately no one was in the elevator when it arrived on my floor. I received my share of stares from the few men and women I was powerd to pass in my brief stroll across the lobby to the entrance of the lounge. Mark had put me into situations where I was exposed as his whore when I was younger. On one occasion, he required me to completely unbutton a similar top when I exited the hotel, which caused my breasts to be exposed each time the wind blew, and walk across the parking lot to his car. He’d also previously pulled into a dimly lit parking lot and spanked me outside his car. Both occasions were extremely embarrassing for me I knew could have been seen, but in neither case was I certain that I had been. Tonight would take my exposure and push my obedience to an entirely new level.

I didn’t make eye contact with anyone as I walked into the lounge and made a bee line for the closest stool at the bar. The female bartender asked me what I was having in a less than warm tone. I immediately regretted that a male bartender wasn’t on duty. Either gender would have seen me for what I was, but I was instantly aware I would have felt far more comfortable being judged by a male rather than another woman. I ordered my first shot as pleasantly as possible and told her to run a tab and added that I would be charging it to my room as Mark had instructed. I downed it quickly in hope that it would ease my unbearable tension. In the minutes that followed I felt even more uncomfortable sitting there with an empty glass with nothing else to do. I could see most of the bar from my perch. Attempting not to be obvious, I scanned my surroundings. The lounge wasn’t crowded, but it was far from empty. There were two couples in separate booths who seemed preoccupied and two older women sitting at the far end of the bar who I assessed as travel companions. The balance of patrons were men, some were in groups others sat by themselves. Even though only a few minutes had pasted, I was grateful when the barmaid interrupted my solitude by asking me if I wanted another. I accepted and took my time with the second shot when it arrived. I hadn’t worn a watch so the pace of my holy water consumption was left up to the clock in my head and the discomfort I felt sitting there with nothing else to do each time my small glass was empty
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Two more shots arrived minutes before I was prepared to order my next round. I felt hand of the man who had ordered them on the exposed small of my back a second later. He introduced himself only as Jim and assertively slid onto the stood next to mine. He appeared to be about my age and was a man I would have consider handsome in any situation. There was no mistaking why he had approached me; I’d be an easy fuck and he planned to have his cock buried inside me in short order. He conveyed his confidence with a calm, almost gentlemanly demeanor, but the look in his eyes revealed what he thought of me and his good fortune. I had never fantasized about cuckolding Eric by picking up random strange men at a bar, but the acts of presentation Mark had already demanded and Jim’s approach made my compliance to Mark’s instruction for me to be ‘very friendly’ much easier than it would have been for me had Jim been less desirable. We each downed our shots and had the cursory chat about where we were from and what he did for a living. He seemed almost glad to hear I was married even though I had assumed my ring made that apparent. I knew although I was on pace with the number of shots I’d been instructed to consume the two he’d purchased would not be on my tab. I decided to buy the next round to balance things out. Jim objected at first, but I was persistent in my desire to pay for the next round. By the time the shots arrived he had his right hand firmly planted on my upper thigh. Only my firmly crossed legs kept his fingers from reaching my wet bare crotch. He drank with his left hand and kept working his right as high as he could get it in between my legs as I downed mine. Much to my own surprise, I realized I had a growing desire to uncross my legs right there and let him have what he wanted. I’m sure if he’d just told me to do it I would have, but instead of demanding what he wanted he chose to ask the simple question he thought would close the deal. Instead it snapped me back into my submissive reality.

“Why are you here?”

The answer he was expecting would not be given. Mark’s instruction that I be completely honest would be embarrassing, but I knew at that moment his demand would also provide me a path of escape and silently wondered if it was possible he could have foreseen me in the exact position I now found myself. I looked directly at him and spoke with as much confidence as I could summon, “I’m in town to have another man fuck me. He’ll be here very soon.”

Jim was clearly not happy. His, ‘I’m going to fuck you like the whore you are look’ abruptly changed. I wasn‘t no longer sure what he was thinking. “So why are you down in the bar being such a prick tease if you got your fuck for the night all lined up?”

I continued to look directly at him. I wasn’t sure if it was the dominant side of my permisterality which I’d explored with Eric that gave me strength, or if I drew it from my submissive side which compelled me to be obedient to Mark‘s instructions. Maybe it was just liquid courage, I was already getting quite takes. “He told me to come to the lounge and order a shot every 15 minutes until he gets here to fuck me.” I motioned for the waitress and ordered another unneeded shot. There was a level of unease when this time Jim made it clear to her that I was on my own tab.

Fortunately, he spared me further public embarrassment by holding his reply until she went to get my take. “Damn, you are a complete slut!”

I felt no need to answer, I assumed Jim would pull his hand from between my thighs and leave in a dejected huff after getting some degree of revenge by accurately degrading me. I didn’t even look at him, instead I stared at the barmaid until she returned. Jim immediately pinned my wrist to the bar with his left hand as I reached for my shot. His movement was sudden and his grip was firm. “What else did he tell his slut to do while she was getting takes waiting for his cock?”

The confidence I’d summoned vanished as quickly as the escape I thought Mark’s demand that I be completely honest would provide. I couldn’t even bear to look into Jim’s knowing eyes. I lowered my head in shame as I answered, “He told me to be very friendly.” When I raised my eyes I saw his filled with the gloating look of a predator who had just trapped his helpless prey.

“Then you better start doing what he said, or I’m going to hang around until he gets here and let him know how you disobeyed him.” Jim pushed his right hand against the inside of my upper thigh urging my legs apart. We were close together, I was relatively sure no one else could actually see what he was doing in the dimly lit bar. I wasn’t sure what to do. I only came here for Mark and even though he understood the situation he put me in, I didn’t think he would be pleased to walk in and find another man’s hand buried in my spread soaking wet crotch. Resistance seemed futile. I allowed my top leg to fall to the side he slide his knee between my legs powering them further apart as he slide his fingers into me. I gasp as he entered me, but my soaking wet slit made it undeniably obvious that I welcomed what he was doing to me on some level. I didn’t even realized he’d released my wrist until he spoke, “Drink up slut.”

I downed my shot as he slid the full length of his meaty fingers into and out of me. I could barely breathe. I was embarrassed that my enjoyment of his aggressive public evasion was so apparent. I begged him to do what at that point I wasn’t even sure I wanted, “Please, you have to stop. He’ll be here any minute and I’m not sure what he’ll do.”

Jim wasn’t letting up. When he began to rub my hard little clit with his thumb until I thought I was going to explode. Seconds later I gave in to my own desire, I just wanted to cum, he moved his fingers deep inside me, but denied me the few more circles of his thumb on my clit which would have sent me over the top. “Even though I seriously doubt he’d be too offended after sending you down here with those instructions dress like a whore, I’m not looking for trouble so order one more shot and when you take it I’ll leave.” He began to fuck me with his fingers much more rapidly. I motion for the barmaid using the uplifted shot glass to indicated I needed another. I was struggling frantically to stave off my orgasm by the time she got to me with another small filled glass. I was certain she knew what was happening as she set it down and turned away in disgust. I looked directly at Jim with the shot in my hand, he’d again begun to rub my clit with his thumb. I spread my legs wider and came in a public bar for the first and only time in my life. I tried to outwardly contain myself, it was almost impossible. He smiled triumphantly as my juices flowed into his hand. I downed the last shot, he removed his hand leaving me feeling empty, wiped my cum that coated them on skirt and true to his word he stood and left without saying another word.

I spun slightly toward the bar. I was too afraid to look around and see how many people may have witnessed what I’d allowed Jim to do to me. I was takes sitting bare assed in a puddle of my own cum, dressed like a whore. I motioned to the barmaid, I was ready to close out my tab, run to my room and call Eric. Somehow I knew he’d make me feel whole again, then I heard Mark’s voice. “Close your tab cunt, I’m ready for you.” My desire for Eric’s absolution vanished as I did as I was told.

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Completely exhausted didn’t even begin to describe how I felt when Mark finally left. The holy water I’d consumed had undoubtedly made its way fully into my red stream hours before, but my level of excite had barely diminished from its peak. Every muscle in my body was aching. My throat and ass felt raw. My inflamed, engorged pussy was the only place I felt a lingering sense of pleasure instead of pain. It would seem contradictory to admit I’d never been more satisfied, but an admission of anything less would be a denial of the truth.

I wanted desperately to relax, but I knew I had one thing to do before I could. I reached for my phone that Mark had deposited on the bed beside me after fulfilling my last request. It was almost 3:00 am; Eric answered on the second ring.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Baby.” My throat felt like sandpaper; I immediately regretted not powering myself to get up and get a take of water before I placed the call. Between the rawness of my throat and the affect of too many shots I sounded so awful that his response did not surprise me.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m good, just worn out.”

“I take it that means I am a cuckold.”

“Yep.”

“Tell me everything, I’m dying to hear what happened. Did you really go to the bar dressed like that? What did he do to you in the room? I’ve been going crazy since you sent me that text.”

It was clear I’d been the center, if not the entirety, of Eric’s universe for the last five hours. It felt especially good to know I was simultaneously so important one man while another used me as his fuck toy. Conversely, I realized my husband had only entered my mind twice, when Jim had finished with me in the bar and when I was laying in the bed with my face covered in Mark’s cum. My first thought of Eric was cut short by Mark’s arrival. The second provided the ultimate visual record of the night that transformed our once secret fantasies into our future which we would openly share. “Was my little bitch horny all night?”

“Very, but doesn’t even begin to describe what I’ve been going through. I now know cuckold angst is a completely inadequate term. I didn’t feel a mixture emotions, I felt each and everyone like they were on steroids. I’ve ever wanted you more than I have tonight, more than I do right now. I know I’ve done a lot of things to get your permission to cum, but tonight is the first time I honestly felt like I’d do literally anything you asked for even the simplest form of release. I realized as I thought about what you were doing that you meant every word you said about the things you’d make me do in the heat of the moment while you were riding my face last night. For the first time I knew there are no limits to what you’d want to make me do while he was doing god know what to you, not to mention what I was certain you demand when he finished. My jealousy was raging knowing that you were probably worshiping his cock and begging for him to do anything he wanted to with his while you made sure mine got no relief at all drove. I was so fucking envious of him, not just that he got to cum and fuck you any way he wanted, but that you were as committed to pleasuring him, as you were to preventing me even the slightest satisfaction. I’m sure you succeeded in getting what you wanted from both of us. Speaking for myself, I’ve never felt more completely denied in my life.”

Eric’s sexual frustration had me wishing I’d spent more time enjoying what I was doing to him throughout the evening instead of just getting completely absorbed into my place as Mark’s whore. Despite having had the most sexually satisfying night of my life it was only now in my excited, completely fucked, erotic stupor that I fully relished the fact that in addition to my own satisfaction my actions had also left my husband thoroughly jealous, envious, and sexually frustrated that he had felt the intensity of complete presentation equal to my own. As I look back on it now I wished I’d felt up to talking for hours. It would have been a conversation that I would now cherish, but my level exhaustion denied me that memory. “I wasn’t sure I would, but

Zinc,
The complex spiral just keeps getting deeper. Great update. Although it looks like the word limiter on posting chopped the last bit off ...

WOW - This is really a great story. Thanks for sharing

Last segment was cut off. The limit is about 19.500 characters per segment. Hope you re-post the cropped part.

peakmb
cut off corrected above. Thx Peak!
Timmy27
Glad you enjoyed Timmy. I do appreciate your comments.
kraut_47
Done.

great story and congrat to Eric's new life.

Oh WOW !!!! please more !!! this is fantastic !!!

Another really HOT segment. Thank you.

Zinc,
So now the true nature of her love for Eric is about to become apparent. The high from denial is only truly apparent after it is ended. The climatic peak having been greater because of it. It does not appear so far that she cares enough to see this, or the fact that Eric could flip if his needs are ignored too long. This story has been excellent so far in taking Eric right to the edge and even along it. I wonder where we go from here.

Pafservant14
cuckold_2
My thanks to you both for your kind words.