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Cuckold Story - Excerpt from THE HOUSE OF BLOOD





My wife walked around my kneeling body and stood in front of me with her feet apart. "Kiss the toe of my right boot," she ordered.

I obeyed her and placed my lips to the toe of her black leather boot, kissing it with sincere reverence. I had grown to enjoy this part of being her slave. I loved the touch and scent of leather. "I'm going to give you two choices for your punishment," she continued. "You'll be allowed to choose the one you want."

Here we go, I thought. "You can either be whipped with Terror, or you can orally prepare Keith's cock so that he can fuck me in front of you. Since you were twenty seconds late, you'll receive twenty lashes of the cat. I'll try not to whip you too hard, baby."

"Uh, what were the two choices again?" I said.

"If I have to repeat myself, I'll simply whip you first and then make you suck my lover's cock."

"Can we talk about this? Those aren't very good choices."

"A slave never negotiates with his Mistress," she said.

"Yes, Lady Katherine, but—"

"You have ten seconds to make a decision. If by that time you haven't reached one, you'll be required to experience both forms of punishment and humiliation."

"How hard will the whipping be?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out, if you decide to dance with my pretty little cat," she said, smiling at me. My wife held up the stopwatch and clicked it. "Your ten seconds just started."

"Do I have a third choice?"

"Seven seconds."


"Four seconds."

My fear of being whipped with Terror was so great that I had a difficult time making a decision. It was certainly a "no-win" situation. Both punishments were cruel and humiliating. I didn't want to experience either one of them, but there appeared to be no way out. At last, I opted for sucking Keith's cock, thinking that it would be the less painful of the two.

"I'll prepare Keith for you," I said.

I saw the surprised look upon her face and knew that she hadn't been prepared for that answer. My wife knew that I had no bi-sexual tendencies, which is why she loved it when I cleaned up after her lover. The humiliation of the act was a real turn-on to her. Because of this, I knew that she had expected me to choose the whipping. I, on the other hand, figured that I could live with sucking another man's penis as long as he didn't cum in my mouth. Not being a complete idiot, I knew how badly Katherine wanted to whip me with Terror. It was like an itch in the middle of her back that she couldn't reach. The urge to let her cat have a go at me was growing stronger by the day, and I knew the whipping would eventually happen. It was just a matter of time. If I hadn't been so fearful of the cat-of-nine-tails, I would have chosen the whipping over cock-sucking any day of the week. The last thing in the world I wanted was to have a man's cock in my mouth.

Keith rose from the lounger and walked over to us. There was a surprised expression on his face, too. "I should just whip you for the general principle." Katherine said testily.

"Remember," Keith said, "you did give him a choice."

"Whose side are you on?"

"I'm on your side, but you can't give a man a choice and then get upset when he doesn't pick the one you want."

"That's easy for you to say," she continued. "You're getting ready a blow job."

"Hey, I'm not the one who came up with the two choices."

"You men always stick together."

"If you want to whip your husband, then whip him," Keith said. "Stop making such a big deal out of it."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"It has to be his choice," she said.

"I didn't think slaves had a choice."

"This is different, Keith."

"Now, you have me confused."

"I can't explain it, but my husband has to be the one to choose Terror. has to do with the house."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Katherine."

"My husband and the house have shared a past together," she tried to explain.

I glanced up at Katherine and saw a troubled expression on her face. It seemed as if she were trying to catch a fleeting thought and didn't know how to wrap her mind around it. Whatever she was reaching out for apparently came and went, leaving her with a mixture of memories from both the past and present.

"Are we going to have sex?" Keith asked, changing the subject.

That seemed to wake my wife up from her reverie. She looked at him and nodded her head. Stepping to the side, she watched as he moved in front of me and held his long, thick penis out, only inches away from my face.

"Well, you wanted to suck my lover's cock," she said to me. "Open your mouth nice and wide, slave, and get ready to prepare him for me. We're in a hurry to fuck."

As Keith stepped closer, I opened my mouth and shut my eyes. I didn't want to watch this. He placed the head of his penis between my lips and then grabbed the back of my head with his left hand so that I couldn't pull away. I slowly began to work my lips back and forth along the huge piece of meat, trying not to gag from the taste of it and the scent of his manliness. I didn't know how gays did it. The whole thing was revolting. Still, I performed the act like a paid professional, knowing the sooner I got it over with, the better off I'd be. I applied a great deal of suction to the head of Keith's growing erection and listened to him moan with obvious pleasure. Being a man, I had a pretty good idea what was enjoyable and what wasn't. I was quickly rewarded by a solid hard-on that would make any man proud to have. In fact, Keith was enjoying it so much that I became somewhat nervous about him ejaculating into my mouth. As women know from experience, this is always a possibility when giving a blow job. Men have been known to slip up more than once when having oral sex performed on them, no matter how hard they try not to cum. "It looks like we've finally found something else that you're good at besides writing," Katherine said sarcastically. "I guess we'll have to make this one of your permanent duties whenever Keith comes over."

I knew what my wife was doing. She was deliberately adding to my humiliation because I'd chosen not to be whipped. It was her way of getting back at me. The goal in her mind was to wear me down with her different modes of humiliation, until I finally agreed to play with her leather cat.

It was working, too.

When Katherine was satisfied with the hardness of her lover's cock, she had me stop sucking him and then grabbed his erection with her hand and led him over to the bed. She instructed me to continue kneeling on the carpet, but to turn my back away from the bed. For some reason my wife didn't want me watching. I scooted around on my knees and faced the dresser bureau, which was opposite the king-size bed. The large mirror on the bureau, however, gave me an excellent view of what was happening. I don't know if my wife knew this or not, but I had no intention of averting my eyes from their lovemaking. Something dark and masochistic inside of me wanted to watch at how Keith sexually pleased her. Maybe there was something I could learn from him. It had to be more than just a big cock.

My eyes followed Katherine's reflection in the mirror as she knelt on the bed, facing east to west, rather than north to south. I had a clear view of them as Keith climbed on the mattress behind her and shuffled forward on his knees till he was pressing up against her gorgeous bottom. He leaned back a little and placed the head of his cock between the lips of her vagina and slowly pushed it in, burying his erection inch by inch, until it completely disappeared. "Ahhhhhh," she moaned.

It wasn't the sound of pain I heard, but rather the sound of sexual ecstasy.

Katherine laid her head down on the bedspread as Keith grabbed her hips and began to drive his manhood into her with a steady in-and-out motion. I could see his huge cock glistening with the juices from her pussy. She was already wet with desire. He would pull his penis out until the head was barely resting inside my wife's cunt and then drive it back into her with one long, hard thrust, causing her to grunt from the force of it. I don't know how long they fucked. There wasn't a clock on the dresser bureau. It could've been fifteen minutes, or maybe even an hour. I do know that it seemed to go on and on and on. Keith eventually drove my wife right into the mattress so that he could lie on top of her, while continuing to fuck her from behind. It took a long cock for that to happen. She loved it and wanted more. I counted at least three strong orgasms on her part during that block of time, and she still wasn't satisfied. I knew then that I'd never be able to compete with him. This guy was like a live sex machine, filled with energizer batteries. I kept expecting the white bunny with the black sunglasses to come racing into the bedroom, pounding the big drum fastened to his chest.

"Do it!" Katherine urged.

I continued to watch in the mirror as Keith repeatedly drove his thick erection into my wife's vagina, until he finally couldn't hold back his own climax. With a loud groan of relief, he pushed his cock as deeply into her as was possible and ejaculated copious amounts of his semen into her womb. It made me glad that Katherine was still on the pill. I didn't want to be raising someone else's baby at this stage of my life. When her lover finished emptying his seed into her pussy, he collapsed on top of her and lay there, attempting to get his breath back. I could tell that he'd put a lot of hard work into satisfying my wife. She was almost purring like a baby kitten from the experience.

Turning her head around so that she now faced the mirror on the dresser bureau, Katherine gave my reflection a satisfied smile. It was then I realized that she'd known I was watching the whole time. My wife had wanted me to watch another man fuck her. It was her way of letting me know that someone else was now getting what I was no longer allowed to have.

"Chris is going to have a lot of cleaning up to do," she said to her boyfriend.

"I'm not finished, yet."

"I hope not."

Keith lifted himself up and then pulled his still semi-erect penis out of her, leaving a long stream of cum behind to fall onto the comforter. That's going to cost a fortune to have cleaned, I thought.

"Turn over," he said to Katherine.





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