Date Night

Date Night

I watched my wife as she knelt in the garden, pulling weeds and tending to the seedlings that were sprouting. She liked gardening. She said it made her feel peaceful and gave her a sense of accomplishment. I also suspected it fed her need for control. Everything was neatly maintained and responded to her careful attention. She was patient and attentive to her garden, and didn't hesitate to cull invasive weeds or any underperforming plants. She was a stickler for every little detail in her garden and took great pleasure in seeing the results of her efforts.

Personally, I just liked watching her bent over on her hands and knees as she toiled away in the heat of the day. It was hard to believe that was the ass of a woman that raised three chil_dren to adulthood. Her shorts were strained tightly against her skin and I couldn't detect any hint of a pantyline. I knew from seeing her earlier that she wasn't wearing a bra under her t-shirt either. We weren't expecting any visitors so there was no reason for her to wear any unnecessary underclothing on a warm day in the garden. Her shorts were already showing the wet discoloration from her perspiration.

As I watched her bent over, I couldn't help but imagine her on her hands and knees, moaning loudly as her lover plunged into her tight, wet pussy from behind as he pulled her hair and demanded, "Whose pussy is this?" And she moaned back passionately, "Yours, baby. It's all yours!" He slapped her ass a couple more times and demanded to know again and she dutifully repeated her commitment that her pussy and anything else he wanted was completely and unconditionally his and only his.

She raised up and sat back on her heels as she wiped the sweat from both eyebrows with her forearms, being careful not to wipe the dirty gloves on her face. As I picked up the glasses of lemonade, I wondered if working in the yard and sweating would make her horny like usual. Frequently, she would come home from playing tennis or going to yoga or, like today, working in the garden and decide she wanted an orgasm before taking a shower. When I was lucky enough to be home, she might tell me to join her so I could lick her pussy to orgasm. The location depended on her mood. Sometimes, she might lay down on our bed or lean back in a chair or the couch, or she might even lean over the kitchen counter and read her email on her phone while I knelt behind her with my head between her spread legs. Other times she would simply close the bedroom door behind her and take care of it herself with one of her vibrators or dildos. How she chose to have her orgasm was totally up to her and I knew not to ask.

Even if she was horny today, I knew there was little chance I would get to see her pussy.

As I walked across the yard, I cheerfully exclaimed, "It looks like someone could use a cold refreshment."

My wife turned from her kneeling position and I got a glimpse of side boob through the arm of her t-shirt. The sweat had sufficiently absorbed into her shirt to cause the fabric to lay provocatively over her breasts. The outline of her nipples pressing against the wet material left little to the imagination.

"Well, aren't you a sweetheart," she cooed affectionately as she stood up and faced me. As I handed her the glass of lemonade, she said in a playful, accusatory tone, "Are you looking at my tits again?"

I looked up with a sheepish grin on my face, "Sorry, I can't help it when they're so ... well, you know."

The ice-filled glass in her hand glistened with perspiration in the afternoon sun. As she took a sip of lemonade, a bead of water dripped from the bottom of the glass onto her shirt. She was still smiling at me when she moved the glass to her nipple and rubbed the cold surface against her nipple through the wet t-shirt. As expected, her nipple responded to the sudden cold and stiffened into a hard nub.

She raised the glass back to her lips and drained the remaining liquid before handing it back to me. She asked seductively, "Imagining your lips wrapped around it? Sucking and licking it?"

I swallowed hard, "Oh god yes." It had been so long since she let me do that, but I could still remember how her nipples felt between my lips. Soft and firm and so responsive.

She laughed and put her gloves back on. "Time to get back to work. Are you done with the kitchen yet?"

I was aware of my sudden erection as I replied, "I just need to put the dishes away when the dishwasher is done running."

"And did you remember to change the sheets on the bed?"

I nodded, "Yes, I did."

She got a smirk on her face and questioned, "I assume you put on the dark-colored ones so you can see 'the evidence' later?" After I shrugged and nodded my head, she rolled her eyes and said, "You're such a perv." Then, she turned back to her garden so she could finish her work.

I walked back to the house smiling at my wife's tease. Even though she didn't let me touch her body without permission or to even see her naked unless I was giving her oral sex, she still loved to see the lust in my eyes. As she had explained to me, "I may not want your little dick in me anymore and you're only allowed to touch me sexually by giving me oral sex, but I still want to see the lust in your eyes. A lady wants to be desired after all. If I just cut you off and you never got to see me naked and you knew you'd never get to touch me, then you'd eventually just accept it and your brain wouldn't even consider it anymore. You were the one to tell me the greatest sex organ was between your ears. So, I intend on mindfucking the hell out of you."

And let me tell you, she was serious about that last statement! Ever since our youngest kid moved away to college, my mind has never been the same. I seem to be constantly horny and my obsession with my wife grows daily. Of course, frequent orgasm denial, constant teasing and the undercurrent of domination and submission that permeates our female-led household will trigger those feelings in a cuckold.

It wasn't always this way though. We used to have sex all the time. She already had a kid when we met and I was virtually a 20 year-old virgin (my one chance at having sex ended when I came right before entering my date's pussy and she never went out with me again), so I thought I had died and gone to heaven when this horny 'experienced' hottie showed interest in me. Although she teased me about my "cute little fella" from the first time she saw it, she still gave me blowjobs until much later in our marriage. I was happy to let her take the lead in bed and eagerly did whatever she wanted.

My wife has always had a high sex drive and didn't mind trying new things. She loved to talk dirty when we had sex and discovered that mild humiliation made me even hotter. It wasn't long before my "cute little fella" became "your tiny little dick". Since I also had a short fuse when it came to having intercourse, she made sure she had an orgasm first before she would allow me to enter her. I became quite good with my tongue and fingers. She especially liked it when I put a small vibrator in her pussy or ass while licking her clit. She would tell me what a good boy I was and to make mama cum so I could have my fun.

It was my wife who first mentioned having another man in our bed. It quickly became our favorite dirty talk theme. Unfortunately, it would be several years before we finally got to try it. We married at 21 and had two more kids before 24, so we didn't get to take a vacation alone until the youngest was no longer nursing. When my parents offered to keep the kids for a 3-day weekend, we jumped at the chance and headed for the beach.

I wanted to have sex as soon as we got there but my wife was anxious to get to the beach. She told me I could jerkoff while she changed clothes and freshened up. She was having me masturbate more often when she wasn't in the mood and she knew it wouldn't take me long. One of her new games was to time me to see how fast I could cum. She liked to call me her 'minute man' but we both knew I could easily cum quicker.

It was only a minute later when she came out of the bathroom. My wife still had the full breasts of a nursing mother and looked incredible in her thong bikini. She struck a sexy pose and that was all it took to push me over the edge. My wife just laughed and before I could catch my breath she said, "Okay, grab your stuff and let's go!"

Later that afternoon, I was surprised when she flirted with a man at the beach bar that looked old enough to be her father. As the drinks kept flowing and the dancing got dirtier, she whispered in my ear, "I think we're going to fulfill our fantasy tonight." I knew what she meant and she saw the surprise in my eyes. "Not chickening out now, are you?" she taunted as she rubbed her breasts against my bare chest and rubbed my cock through the swim shorts. I shook my head and a few minutes later the three of us left the beach bar and walked to our nearby hotel.

I was glad I had jerked off before we left or I might have cum in my shorts right after entering the hotel room. My wife had stripped off her bikini before the hotel door was closed. I tried to join in and sandwich my wife between me and the older man, but she said I was distracting her and told me I should go sit in the chair in the corner. For the next hour, I watched in awe as the two lovers ravished each other. The older guy knew what he was doing and clearly enjoyed having a horny, nubile 25-year-old woman that was eager to fuck his brains out. My wife literally moaned when she saw the size of his cock and looked at me like she had just opened a box and found a diamond ring. I'd never seen my wife so incredibly aroused and sexual. I lost count of the number of orgasms she screamed out and remember thinking how incredible it was to see her experience sex like that.

After he left, my wife practically attacked me as she passionately kissed me and thanked me for letting her fuck him. She asked if I had enjoyed it and I told her it was one of the most incredible things I'd ever seen. Then, she surprised me and said she wanted to 69 with me. She wanted my little penis in her mouth and she wanted her last orgasm of the night to be from my tongue. My hesitation at eating her just-fucked pussy was short-lived when she took my cock in her mouth and pushed my face between her legs. That experience was the start of our new tradition of finding my wife a lover for at least one night of sex during all future kid-free vacations.

After that night, our sex life was on fire and my wife's sex talk became even dirtier. Men with large cocks became a recurring theme and she no longer mentioned us having threesomes. In her new fantasies, my only role was to either watch quietly or to be dismissed "so the adults could play" and then to perform "cleanup duties." She also began to increase the amount of humiliation about my "tiny little pickle" that "can barely last a minute" and "couldn't possibly satisfy a woman." This would cause me to quickly cum in her hand or while thrusting desperately into her pussy while she smirked derisively.

That first extra-marital encounter also triggered the beginning of our female-led relationship. She had a new confidence that was extending beyond the bedroom. Although I was submissive in the bedroom, I still expected to be the typical head of household macho male the rest of the time. So, it was no surprise when these competing dynamics started creating conflicts.

It was after another of our frequent arguments about housekeeping and lack of support with the kids. My wife was never much of a housekeeper, preferring instead to tend to her garden, and she resented my time spent on the golf course and out with my friends when she was home alone with the kids. We were sitting on the couch and having a beer during the make-up phase of that argument when she brought up our beach trip. She said, "It really turned you on when I told you to go sit in the corner, didn't it?" I shrugged and said I was embarrassed at first but I was used to her telling me what to do when we were in the bedroom. "But you really like it when I tell you what to do, don't you?" I nodded my head shyly and she smiled knowingly. She took another drink from her beer before asking, "So why do we just do it in the bedroom? You're such a good boy in the bedroom and we get along so much better when you listen to me." I agreed with her and told her I really did love being her devoted boy when we had sex. She waved her arm around the room and said, "Look at this place. It's a wreck. How do you expect me to be in the mood to play with you in the bedroom when I'm also expected to clean this house and take care of the kids? I love sex and I love teasing you, but I can't do that and do everything else around here." Her eyes were bright with renewed fire and I thought we were getting ready to argue again. Then, she demanded in her bedroom voice, "Get on your knees right now." I hesitated but decided to do what she ordered and knelt on the floor in front of her. She swung her legs off the couch and planted a foot on either side of me so I was kneeling between her spread knees. She took another swig of her beer and then said, "Put your nose against my puss and leave it there." Since it was almost bedtime, she was only wearing a pair of thin terry-cloth shorts without panties and a t-shirt with no bra. I leaned forward and rested my nose against the terry-cloth covering her pussy as the feelings of sexual submission that I craved in the bedroom started to wash over me. At first, she didn't say anything as I breathed in the end-of-the-day scent of her pussy and felt the heat emanating through the cloth. "This pussy is off limits to you until you start acting like a good boy in, and out, of the bedroom. Understand?" I nodded my head without moving my nose from the cloth. "And I don't expect to have to tell you what to do. If you see something that needs to be done around here, then do it. Got it?" I nodded again, remaining in place. She continued, "You can still go golfing on the weekend, but I don't expect to haul these kids to the store with me and you can also plan to stay home with them once a week so I can go out with the girls more often." She looked down at me with my nose pressed against the fabric of her panties. "I'm serious about this and I sure hope you are ready for the changes around here. I'm not going to ask you to do things anymore. I'm going to tell you to do it. And if you ever expect that little pecker of yours to get any relief then you better not backtalk or have any attitude. Your only answer better be 'Yes, ma'am.' Because I'll tell you right now that it won't bother me a bit if that little thing isn't in my pussy ever again. My vibrators and dildos get the job done better anyway." She let that sink in for a minute before she finally pushed me away and went to bed.

Needless to say, when she woke up the next day, the house was spotless! She still made me wait two weeks before I even got a chance to give her oral sex and another week after that before I was allowed to fuck her.

She loved the new power and control in our relationship and made sure I knew we weren't going back to the way things used to be. It wasn't long before she informed me "your little boy penis won't be touching my lips anymore". She also told me if I wanted to masturbate, I should ask her permission. I quickly found out she would say "No" unless I could explain what I had done to deserve it. So, my orgasms started to be limited to the times she wanted to have sex or if she wanted to amuse herself while I jerked off. She was still getting lots of oral sex from me, but she didn't mind telling me she preferred her dildo over my penis. When I would fuck her with the dildo, she would tell me, "I can't wait until our next trip when I can finally get a big cock to fill me."

When I suggested she get a local boyfriend, she dismissed the idea as impractical while we were raising the kids. However, as the kids got older, our weekend getaways were becoming more frequent. She even started getting the phone numbers of the good lovers and her one-night stands became repeat encounters over the years. She also started taking these men back to our room alone, telling me I could 'clean up the mess' after they were done. When I noticed the red marks on her breasts and ass, she admitted to liking rough sex with dominant men and didn't want me to be there to see her being submissive. She would remind me, "In your mind, I am always going to be your dominant superior."

It was right after our youngest moved away to college that things really changed. My wife made it clear that whenever she had a lover in our house I would be serving both of them. She would tease, "Just like your fantasies, honey. You'll be nothing but a eunuch servant whose only job will be to stay the fuck out of the way unless you're needed for something."

One night, while she was sitting on my face getting oral sex while she slapped my penis and balls, she informed me she had made a decision. "Once I find a full-time lover, you're not going to be allowed to fuck me anymore. I will have a real cock to take care of that. So, you better enjoy every chance you get because you never know when it might be your last time."

Upon hearing this, and much to my wife's delight, I immediately came all over my stomach. So, I didn't get a chance to have sex with her that night and knew the countdown was on for my final opportunity to feel the inside of a woman's pussy with my penis.

It was only a few weeks later when she invited one of her favorite weekend lovers to our house for dinner. We all knew he would be having sex with her in our marital bed. My wife was horny all week, but she only let me have sex with her once. As she laid on the bed with her legs spread waiting for me to fuck her, she reminded me, "This might be your last time in a woman's pussy, baby. I hope you can last long enough to make it memorable." Of course, that only made me more excited and I barely was able to get my erection in her before it was over. She just shook her head and started talking like we were sitting at the kitchen table having a chat. My penis was still in her and I was gasping from my orgasm as she rambled, "Remember, I want you to stay out of the way once he gets here. I want him to feel comfortable holding me and kissing me. Your job is to be an unobtrusive servant. Like a butler. Now be a good boy and cleanup your mess." I was still trying to catch my breath as I slid down between her legs. She reached for her phone and was scrolling through Pinterest as I licked up my salty mess as it dribbled from her very wet pussy lips. She really knew how to push my buttons!

That was more than a year ago and, true to her word, I haven't felt the sweet pleasure of her pussy around my cock since that night. However, we've never been closer in our marriage. Although my penis is no longer a focus in our lovemaking, we are still frequently intimate with each other. However, our intimacy is focused on my wife's pleasure now. Knowing how powerful sexual teasing and denial impacts me, and how much I love her being in control of our relationship, my wife's sexual domination has become almost effortless.

She decided I could have one orgasm a weekend as long as I haven't done anything to lose that privilege. Unfortunately, my orgasm is usually with my own hand as she encourages me to cum quickly while she taunts me about my sexual inadequacies. She also decided I should only see her naked when I'm giving her oral sex. Seeing or touching her bare breasts has become a special treat that I must earn. As a result, she likes to rub her shirt-covered breasts against me all the time and tease, "Do you remember when you couldn't keep your hands and lips off these tits?" or "Poor boy, can't play with momma's titties anymore. Only men with big cocks get to play with them now." Her teasing can happen anywhere and most of her friends know that she is in control. When they tell her how much they wish their own husbands were like me, she tells them, "Control his cock and you'll control his brain."

Anyway, that's how we got to where we are today. And, tonight is Date Night!

Wow you're a lucky cucky for sure ❤️
Any pics?

Any pics? ❤️

*****

To an outside observer, our relationship probably looks a lot like any other loving couple that's been married for more than two decades. I know there are some FLR (Female-Led Relationship) couples where the husband is very submissive in all things and the wife is overtly dominant and the undisputed ruler of all things. While there are times when that is exactly what happens in our house (as noted previously), for the most part we laugh together a lot, we cuddle on the couch and watch TV together and she encourages me to do things that make me happy (golf, play guitar with my friends and go to the gym most days of the week). My wife likes the fact that I'm a very masculine guy and wouldn't like it if I was a passive sissy. However, inside our house, there are times when her dominance over me is front and center and unquestionable.

Date Night is one of those times. By Date Night, I don't mean the nights when she and I go out to dinner or a movie together. Date Night is the night she spends with her lover. Sometimes, they go out for the night and come back to our house later, and other times they just hang out together at our house all night. Usually, he spends the night and they always sleep together in the master bedroom. On Date Night, I know I'll be sleeping on the couch in the basement. As a matter of fact, I'm expected to stay quietly in the basement for most of the night unless told differently.

Don't get me wrong, it's not all that bad. Our finished basement is an entertainment room with a bar, television, stereo and a bathroom. I usually find some sports or a movie on TV and have a cocktail or beer on the couch. I make sure to keep the volume low so it can't be heard upstairs and I mostly mind my own business. If my wife doesn't summon me, I stay there all night and don't go upstairs until the morning when I make the lovers breakfast. My wife usually sends me a text with directions instructing me on the time she wants breakfast ready and what her lover would like for breakfast. If we don't have what he'd like, then I'm expected to go to the store and get it. Heaven forbid breakfast is late because I had to go to the store!

My wife also had me setup our house with an Alexa system so she can summon me whenever she wants. There is a speaker next to the couch that chimes whenever someone wants to speak to me, followed by their voice saying, "Boy, come fill our wine glasses" or "Boy, you can clear our dinner plates now" or whatever either of them wants. On some Date Nights, I hear that chime numerous times and spend a lot of time running up and down the stairs to do the lovers' bidding. I never know what to expect when I go upstairs. The hardest times are when they're embracing lovingly while totally ignoring me as I do whatever I was summoned to take care of. Even a seasoned cuckold like me can get jealous seeing another man with his hand up your wife's shirt as they kiss tenderly over a glass of wine or watching them on the couch with her head in his lap as he strokes her hair affectionately while they watch a movie together.

As my wife explained to me, "On Date Night, I want to be with my man and I want him to know that you are only there to serve us. You should expect to be ignored, and you may also be humiliated, embarrassed or chastised if we please. I want him to feel as comfortable ordering you around as I am. And, I think we both know this is a dream scenario right out of one of your cuckold fantasies so don't fuck it up."

So far, I've been a good cuckold servant and it has been a fantasy come true. I'm always excited when it's Date Night and doing my assigned chores gets me into the headspace all day long. By the time her boyfriend arrives, I'm in total cuck mode.

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So, I was already getting excited when my wife walked into the kitchen from her garden. There was dirt all over her arms and clothes and the sweaty t-shirt clung provocatively to her full breasts. Her nipples poked through the wet material like they were begging for attention and her wet shorts had hiked up to clearly outline every feature of her beautiful pussy. I stared lustfully and she just laughed at me.

"See something you like, mister?" she teased. I nodded my head eagerly and she walked closer and pressed her dirty, wet breasts against me.

I didn't care that she was covered in dirt and wrapped my arms around her. I suggested coyly, "I could take a shower with you and lick you to orgasm in the shower."

She tapped my nose with her finger and said, "You know you're not allowed to do that on Date Night day," and gave me a peck on the lips before looking over my shoulder at the counter.

She slipped from my grasp and reached for her phone on the counter. She scrolled quickly with her finger and asked sharply, "Why didn't you tell me he called?" I started to explain how I didn't want to bother her while she was blissing out in her garden but the truth was I don't really pay much attention when her phone is constantly buzzing – and it had been buzzing a lot for the past couple of hours.

She put the phone to her ear and apparently listened to a voice message before glaring at me as she dialed the phone and walked away. She stood on the deck just outside the kitchen door but I could still hear her as she used her sweetest, most apologetic voice to say, "Hi baby. I just saw all of your texts and listened to your voice message. I'm so sorry. I totally forgot .." It seemed she was cut off as she stopped talking and listened. I could only hear her side of the rest of the conversation as she contritely replied in a soft voice,

"Yes, I understand."

"Should I send him out for the night?"

"OK, I will."

"Yes, Sir." That surprised me! She called him 'Sir'?!

"Yes, I did say I wanted this." What did she want?

"I love you too." Ouch. It's always weird to hear her say that to another man.

She walked back in the house with a worried look on her face. "Is everything alright?" I asked.

"No," she replied sourly. "I told him I'd pick up the steaks he ordered from the butcher shop for dinner tonight and I forgot to tell you to go get them. They called him to make sure he was still planning to pick them up before they closed. He was going to go to the gym before coming here but, when he couldn't contact me, he skipped the gym and picked them up himself." She looked at me with angry eyes and added, "Now he's mad at me and told me to be standing in the corner when he gets here." She walked out of the kitchen to take a shower and said contemptuously, "I guess you're going to get a show because he told me you could stay home and see what happens when bad girls don't keep their promises."

To say I was stunned would be an understatement. I was also getting hard as a rock. My wife was going to be disciplined by her boyfriend? This was something new! Was that what she meant when she said she "wanted this"? I knew she liked being dominated in bed but, since she rarely let me see her naked, I never really got to see the actual marks that might have been left from their sex play. Like me, had she decided she wanted to be dominated outside the bedroom too? I had so many questions but knew I just needed to stay quiet and stay out of the way.

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I was sitting on the couch watching my wife standing in the corner. We hadn't said a word to each other for the past five minutes as we waited for his arrival. She was wearing an incredibly sexy babydoll lingerie set her lover had bought for her. It was light blue and sheer enough that the matching panties were visible. She had taken her hair out of the ponytail she was wearing earlier and the dirty blonde locks cascaded over her shoulders. She also wore a pair of black high heels. Previously, she told me it turned her boyfriend on when she wore them in bed. As I watched her and reflected on the phone call I overheard earlier, I couldn't help but remember the scene that had played in my head earlier in the day when I watched her in the garden. The scene where she told her lover that he owned her ass and anything else he wanted. That wasn't just a scene from a fantasy I was having. It was from a video on an online porn site. A video that I was given a link to by her boyfriend as a birthday present. You can't imagine how incredibly emasculating, and intoxicating at the same time, it is to watch your wife on a public website being fucked in the ass and telling her lover that he owns her body now.

The knock on the door snapped both of us to attention. I jumped up from the couch as my wife continued to stand facing the corner. I had to readjust the erection in my pants so it wasn't too obvious to her boyfriend as I opened the door.

"Hello, boy," he said with a big smile as I opened the door to let him in. Taking my wife's lead, he only called me boy when we were all in the house together. He handed me a bag with the steaks and some vegetables and then, after putting an overnight bag on the floor of the vestibule, stepped past me into the living roome. He spotted my wife standing in the corner and exclaimed, "Well, I'm glad to see she didn't ignore any of my other instructions." He walked to the center of the living room as I stood holding the grocery bag, watching both of them in fascination. "She does look lovely standing there so submissively, don't you agree boy?" I didn't say anything and he laughed, "That's right, you don't get to see her acting like this, do you? In this house, it's usually you being treated like this." Again, I just watched quietly. Her lover waved his hand toward me dismissively and said, "Why don't you start the grill while the two of us have a little chat."

I quickly left the room to leave them alone and get busy starting the grill. I assumed I would be grilling tonight so I had already cleaned the grill and was ready to light the lump wood charcoal as soon as everyone said they were ready. I hadn't expected the evening to start like this though.

The kitchen window was open and I strained my ears to hear any sounds that might reach me from the living room. I could hear the timber of his deep voice but couldn't make out the words. However, I could clearly hear the three loud smacks of hand on skin and what sounded like a yelp from my wife. My first instinct was to run into the house in her defense but knew I should mind my own business. She had dutifully stood in the corner and waited for him and I doubted this was the first time his hand had spanked her luscious ass.

I couldn't help but get even more sexually excited as I heard more smacks and her yelps before his rhythm included more spanks between pauses. Although I was finished lighting the grill, I assumed I should remain outside until the sounds of her chastisement were over. It would be several more minutes until nothing more could be heard and I felt it was safe to return to the kitchen to start preparing the steaks and vegetables for the grill.

When her lover heard me in the kitchen, he called out for me to come back to the living room. I was shocked when I returned and my wife was standing back in the corner, but this time she was holding up the babydoll nightie and she wasn't wearing any panties. The red glow on both asscheeks made it obvious what I had just heard outside. I looked back toward her lover sitting on the couch and saw the panties at his feet. He was leaning back into the cushions with a satisfied smile on his face as he rested his arms on the back of the couch like he owned the place.

He got up from the couch and walked over to my wife and ran a hand over her ass. "Mmmm, you can still feel the heat on those buns. I'll bet you'd love to run your hands over them, wouldn't you boy?" I just watched wide-eyed from the doorway. He smiled at me before before nuzzling his lips against her neck as he continued to rub his hands over her ass. She responded by leaning her head back against his shoulder to give him better access to her neck. She seemed to encourage him despite the fact he had just spanked her ass.

After kissing her neck and earlobes, he asked confidently, "Whose ass is this, baby?"

My wife didn't hesitate to reply, "It's yours" while still facing the corner.

He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her tighter against him. Then, he turned her so she was facing me in the doorway across the room. He slid a hand under the nightie and slid it slowly up her belly until he cradled one of her breasts in his hand. He massaged it lightly at first and then more forcefully as she gasped in pleasure. He put his mouth near her ear and asked in a teasing tone, "Who owns these tits, girl?"

She glanced at me briefly with a seductive look before tilting her head up toward him and said seductively, "They're all yours, daddy."

He looked at me over her shoulder and, while holding a bare breast in each of his hands under her sheer nightie, said, "I think we all know who owns her pussy, don't we boy? You haven't had a claim on that for a long time, have you?"

They both laughed as my face turned red.

He removed his hands from her tits and took one of her hands in his big, beefy paw. He walked her over to the couch and he sat down while she stood there. He looked at me and said, "She doesn't like for you to see when we play together but it doesn't bother me at all. Your wife is an incredible lover and I don't mind showing off her talents. As a matter of fact, I'm going to give you a little treat right now. I know you don't get head anymore but how'd you like to see how good she still is?"

I remained quietly rooted to my spot in the doorway as he removed his jeans before leaning back on the couch in the same pose as before. My wife glanced at me with a slight smile as she moved between his legs and knelt on the carpet in front of him. I had never seen him naked and was impressed with his semi-hard cock. My wife told me he was very well-hung but I didn't expect him to be so large without even being totally erect. She gazed at him lovingly as he said, "All is forgotten my love. You're such a good girl."

With that being said, she grasped the shaft of his cock and raised the head to her lips. She began licking, kissing and sucking all along his shaft and head. She raised his cock out of the way and licked and nibbled on his balls. Then, as he was becoming visibly more erect and much larger, she grabbed the shaft with one hand while cradling his balls with her other hand and took the entire head of his cock in her mouth. A moment later she took the entire length of his cock into her mouth and he moaned in delight.

Her lover put a hand on her head and stroked her hair gently. "I told you she was incredible, didn't I boy?" He sighed pleasurably and then said to me, "She's going to be busy for a while so why don't you go ahead and get dinner started?"

I nodded and took a final picture in my mind before I turned back into the kitchen. As I prepped the steaks in a quick marinade and sprinkled olive oil and spices over the vegetables, I could hear the noisy blowjob in the next room. At times, it sounded like my wife might be choking which was no surprise based on the size of his cock. I still didn't know how she got her mouth all the way around it. When I walked past the door to the living room with the tray of food that was ready for the grill, her lover was leaning back into the cushions with one hand resting on her head. He grinned when he saw me and said enthusiastically to my wife, "Oh baby, that's so good" without losing eye contact with me. I kept walking to the outside door with the tray of food.

The steaks were sizzling as they cooked on the grill and I was staring into the orange glowing embers of the charcoal as I daydreamed about what I just saw and what was going on in my living room. I couldn't help but think about the online video I had watched over and over where he claimed my wife's sex as his own. Yet, watching the video didn't compare to actually seeing her lover dominate her and how she eagerly submitted to him. It was hard to believe that was the same woman that so thoroughly ruled our house and our sex life. I couldn't stop imagining her kneeling there submissively with his cock in her mouth and her red ass wagging in the air in front of me. I wondered if this was why she made me stay in the basement when he was visiting and didn't let me see her naked. Even when I gave her oral sex after he left, she would usually tell me to turn out the bedroom lights before removing her panties and allowing me to take my place between her legs.

I removed all of the food from the grill and returned to the kitchen. I glanced through the doorway as I walked by and saw that my wife was snuggled up next to him on the couch in her babydoll nightie and high heels. I noticed the matching panties were still lying on the floor where he had dropped them before spanking her. Her lover was wearing his pants again but he had a hand very high on her thigh as he talked to her with an amused look on his face.

When he saw me, he called out, "Dinner ready, boy?" I nodded my head and he said, "Well, put it down and come give your wife a kiss first."

I was feeling a bit overwhelmed and off-balance with the rush of stimulation during the past hour since his arrival. I was flustered as I tried to decide where I should put the tray and finally put it on the nearest kitchen counter. As I approached them on the living room couch, my wife watched me with excited amusement. Her lover was still massaging her thigh with one finger brushing against her sex. When I bent to kiss her, I noticed the cum that had splattered on her chest and negligee. She also had cum that was partially dried on her face. I assumed he hadn't let her wipe it off so it would still be visible when I was called into the room.

Her lover watched me as I kissed her lips in an uncomfortable, awkward smooch reminiscent of a teenage boy on his first date.

"Aww, c'mon boy. She tells me you love my taste. Give her a good old French kiss and make sure you kiss her cheeks too. She usually swallows but I think she wanted to give you a treat."

My wife looked up at him with a playful shake of her head and rolled her eyes at him. Then, she put a hand behind my head and pulled my lips against hers and kissed me passionately. She let her tongue explore my mouth before she turned her cheek toward me and let me kiss and lick the cum from her face and neck. Finally, she said, "I think you got it all. Now, let's eat. I'm hungry." I looked at the cum on her babydoll nightie and she got a stern look on her face and said firmly, "Don't push your luck, boy."

When she stood up from the couch, she was as tall as me in her high heels. I could easily see her bare pussy and tits through the sheer babydoll nightie. Her hair was disheveled from his hands on her head during the blowjob, but she still looked absolutely ravishing. I felt like I was in a dream!

Dinner was surprisingly uneventful as we ate the steaks and chatted. I mostly listened to them and realized they sounded like any loving couple enjoying dinner together. Their easy, playful manner was a stark contrast to the domination and submission I had witnessed earlier. I realized that was sex play and this was how they probably spent most of their time together. I tried to tamp down the cuckold angst that kept arising but seeing her so ... loving with him ... was driving me crazy for some reason.

When we were done with dinner, I started collecting our dishes and her lover said, "I'd help you with the dishes but I can tell she is ready for some loving. She's had her foot in my crotch for the last ten minutes."

My wife was smiling with a smoldering, seductive look as she gazed at her lover. She barely looked at me as she jumped up and headed for the stairs to our bedroom. As they walked away, her lover said, "If you want to do the dishes before going to the basement, I'll be sure to leave the door open so you can hear how much she's enjoying it."

*****

After he left the next morning, I stood at the door with my arm around my wife and a cup of coffee in my other hand watching him back out of our driveway. My wife's head was on my shoulder and she sighed contentedly as she waved to him. Unlike the night before, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with bare feet and her hair was back in a ponytail. Her face radiated with the glow of a well-fucked woman.

As we stood there looking out the door, she said cheerfully, "You got quite a show this weekend."

I agreed with a simple, "Mmmm hmmm!"

"I think he enjoyed giving it to you," she surmised. She tilted her head to look at me and I kissed her on the lips. Then, she said matter-of-factly, "He doesn't want you to give me oral sex today." I huffed in protest and she shrugged saying, "He thought you got to see enough of his treasures yesterday."

"You were wearing a nightie," I whined. "It's not like you were parading around naked. Besides, I can barely see anything in the dark of the bedroom." She stuck her lips out in a frown to show she was sympathetic. She knew how much I enjoyed giving her oral sex after she spent the night with her lover. However, it was obvious she had no intention of allowing it.

Then, she asked conciliatorily, "Did you at least enjoy listening to us last night while you were washing the dishes? I'll bet that was the slowest anybody has ever taken to wash that many dishes."

I thought about the night before and the sounds of their lovemaking from up the stairs. I had stood at the bottom of the stairs for a long time. Ever since he had become her full-time boyfriend, she quit letting me watch her have sex. I would catch glimpses of their foreplay or I might hear them having sex in the morning while I was making breakfast, but it had been a long time since I could hear them having sex so clearly.

"It sounded like you were enjoying it," I replied honestly. "At least until I heard you begging him 'please go slow, please go slow'." I guess it was the disappointment at not getting to give her oral sex that caused me to be so catty. I regretted saying it as soon as it came out.

My wife just looked at me with a scornful look before saying, "That's what happens when you get a big cock in your ass, but you wouldn't know what that sounds like, would you? Your little dicklet has never been in a woman's ass and it never will be." She grabbed my cock through my shorts and said derisively, "How did it feel to hear your wife tell another man her tits and pussy belonged to him now? Did that make your little dick hard?"

She was squeezing my cock and balls viciously as I squirmed under her glare. "Yes," I gasped.

She maintained her painful grip as she asked, "So, why are you being such a little bitch when he tells you that you aren't allowed to play with his property?"

I replied in a pleading tone, "I don't know. I'm sorry."

She released her death grip and said sternly, "You better be careful or he might decide to spank your ass next time. I wouldn't mind seeing you bent over and getting thrashed with his belt." She gave me a withering stare before saying, "Drop your shorts."

I didn't hesitate to comply and pulled my shorts down to my ankles.

My wife slapped my balls and semi-erect penis a couple of times. "God, it's so small," she said meanly. Then she looked at her watch and folded her arms in front of her. "You have sixty seconds to cum."

I looked at her dumbly for a second and she just raised her eyebrows. So, I immediately started to stroke myself in front of her.

"How do you feel knowing it's not just me that will be denying you now? I think he really enjoyed cutting you off from licking my pussy. He even asked me how often I let you play with my tits. I told him you don't even get to see them unless I want to tease you while you're beating off." She smiled contemptuously, "And, you know what he said?" She leaned toward me, "Good." Then, she looked at her watch and said, "30 seconds."

I increased the pace with my flailing hand. Usually, when she only gave me a minute to cum, I was already hard from her teasing. I was starting to get nervous as I desperately wanted to release the sexual tension of the past 24 hours.

Her arms were still crossed tightly across her chest, blocking my view of her nipples and beautiful breasts. Her face was a mix of derision and amusement. She could tell I wasn't close enough and might not make it in time.

She looked at her watch again and started counting down, "Ten, nine, eight, seven.." she looked into my eyes triumphantly as she finished the countdown. "Five, four, three, two, one, STOP! Stop right now!" She slapped my hand hard.

I quit masturbating with a pained expression on my face. I was so close. Ten more seconds and I would have achieved my desperate release. I had been so horny waiting for Date Night during the past few days.

My wife showed no sympathy at all and ordered, "Pull up your pants." I grabbed my shorts and underwear from around my ankles and pulled them over my erection, trapping it unfulfilled and dripping pre-cum. My heart was hammering in my chest and my head was buzzing in unrequited passion.

My wife seemed satisfied. Her brief annoyance with me resolved by my desperation. I could see the relaxed blissfulness returning to her face almost as fast as it had been disturbed by my flippant comment. She put her hand on my face tenderly and leaned forward to kiss my lips. With a sigh and a twinkle in her eye she said pleasantly, "Now, be a good boy and take care of the breakfast dishes while I go lie down and try to nap."

I watched as she walked up the stairs, leaving me standing dumbfounded in the foyer.

THE END (I hoped you liked it)

Very horny, thanks.

Another fantastic read from Herboy! Your writing always sends me into subspace, thank you ❤️😈 x

Fantastic

excellent