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The Cuckold Party

story by Goodhusband





I was talking to Rick Miller and Todd Bentley. We'd spent the last hour dissecting the National Football League. All three of us were pretty drunk. We were at a party at Pete Damon's house.


As I listened to Rick talk about his beloved Green Bay Packers I noticed that people were leaving. It was getting late. The party was winding down. I realized that I was tired. I was ready to join them. I also wanted to go home.


I looked around for my wife. I didn't see Janet anywhere.


I turned to Rick and said, "Hey I gotta go, have to find my wife."


Rick nodded and kept on talking to Todd.


I walked into the dining room. Janet's good friends Lisa and Meg were sitting at the table flirting with several guys.


I walked over to them. "Lisa have you seen Janet?"


There was this uncomfortable silence for a moment and then Meg started to giggle. Lisa looked at her and shook her head. Meg quieted down immediately.


Lisa looked at me and said, "No Robbie, I haven't seen her for at least a half hour."


I nodded. "Okay thanks."


I walked into the kitchen. There were several guys in there standing around drinking beer. I knew Don Maxwell.


When I walked in he smiled and said, "Hi Robbie, want a beer?'


I shook my head. "No thanks, I've had enough. Hey have you guys seen Janet?"


The guys all looked at the floor. I think that two of them might have been smiling.


Don took a sip of his beer and said, "Sorry buddy I haven't seen your wife for at least thirty minutes."


"Thanks." I turned and left the room.


As I walked back into the dining room one of the guys caught up to me and tapped me on my shoulder.


I stopped.


"You might want to check upstairs."


I turned and looked at him. He was chuckling. It almost seemed like he was enjoying a little joke.


I walked upstairs. At the top of the stairs a couple was making out. As I walked past them they glared at me. It was almost like I'd violated their privacy.


There were four doors in the upstairs hallway. Three of them were open. The last door on the right was closed.


I looked in the three open doors. The first one was a bathroom. The next two were bedrooms. They were empty.


I stopped when I got to the fourth door. I could hear voices in the room. As I listened I realized that one of the voices belonged to Janet.


I cautiously opened the door and peeked in.


Janet was lying on her back on the bed. She was naked. Brad Thomas was on top of her. He was also naked. He was fucking my wife.


I stood silently and watched. Brad had a huge penis. He was much bigger than I was. My wife cried in ecstasy each time he plunged that enormous cock into her cunt.



After a moment, Janet turned and saw me standing in the doorway. She must have sensed my presence. There was a look of horror in her eyes. We stared at each other. I think she was waiting for me to make a scene.


Brad noticed that my wife's focus of attention had changed. He stopped fucking her and turned. When he saw me in the doorway, he glared at me.


I wilted.


Janet read my reaction and smiled. "Robbie, close the door and wait downstairs. Brad and I will be done in a little while."


My wife turned back to her lover and said, "Brad baby I want to be on top for a little bit."


I stood still. I was both horrified and fascinated by the scene in front of me. I didn't know what to do.


Brad rolled off of my wife and lay on his back. As Janet straddled him she looked at me and said, "What the fuck are you still doing here? I thought I told you to wait downstairs."


Now I did move. I timidly closed the door. As I left, Brad and Janet started laughing.


I heard Brad say, "What a wimp."


I did feel like a wimp as I obediently slunk downstairs to wait for my brazenly adulterous wife.


When I walked through the dining room Lisa called to me. "Hey Robbie, did you find Janet?"


It seemed as though everyone in the room started to chuckle.


When I got back into the living room Rick Miller and Todd Bentley were still sitting in the corner talking about football.


I sat back down in the chair I'd occupied earlier. I didn't really feel like talking to anyone, but I needed a place where I could blend into the party. I felt like I was on display. I was sure everyone was staring at me.


Rick Miller looked at me when I sat down. "Did you find your wife?"


I sighed. "Yes I did."


"Where is she?"


I hesitated for a moment. I wasn't sure what I should say. Finally I shrugged. "She's talking to someone."


Thankfully Rick nodded and went back to his conversation with Todd.


I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I immediately saw Brad on top of my wife pumping his cock in and out of her cunt. The image was burned into my mind.


I was trying to decide what I should do when I heard Janet's voice behind me. "Robbie, it's getting late. It's time for us to go home."


I turned. My wife was standing behind me. She was smiling. I looked around the room. No one seemed to be talking. I felt like everyone was staring at us.


I noticed Brad Thomas standing at the base of the stairs. His attention was focused on me. I think he was trying to gauge my reaction to what had just happened. I avoided his gaze. I didn't want to make eye contact with him.


I nodded to my wife. "Yes it is getting late. I'll get our coats."


I went to the bedroom our hosts were using for coat storage, sorted through the pile of jackets on the bed and found ours. When I returned Janet and I quickly said a few quiet goodbyes and left.


My wife and I rode home in silence. Janet was driving. When we went out together we generally took her car. It was quite a bit nicer than mine.


As soon as we got home, we both went into the bedroom. I was just starting to get undressed when Janet finally broke the silence. "Robbie we need to talk about what happened tonight. We can't just ignore it."


I looked at her and nodded. "All right."


Janet led me into the living room. She sat down on one end of the couch and I sat down on the other end. For a moment we just stared at each other. I don't think either of us knew exactly how to start.


I finally broke the ice. "Was this the first time for you and Brad?"




"Why tonight?"


Janet shrugged. "I don't know. You were busy chatting about football. I started talking to Brad. He just split up with his wife last year. He was telling me about his divorce. He had a bottle of wine with him. He kept refilling our glasses. We were both feeling pretty loose." She sighed. "Somehow we ended up in the back hall. We were alone. Brad kissed me and I kissed him back. The next thing I knew, we were going upstairs."


"Are you going to see him again?"


"I don't know, maybe."


"Have there been other men?"


Janet looked up at me. She seemed to hesitate for a moment. Finally she took a deep breath and said, "Yes."


Her answer shocked me. I was expecting her to say no. I was assuming that tonight's fling was a one time transgression.


I stared at my wife. "How many?"


Janet sighed. "Several."


"Several? How many is several?"


Janet didn't answer.


I pressed her. "Three?"


Janet stared at the floor and whispered, "More".




My wife kept staring at the floor.


I bit my lower lip. "How many Janet?"


She shrugged. "I don't know, I don't keep count. Probably about a dozen"


My mouth dropped open. "We've only been married for just over two years."


Janet nodded. "I know."


For the next few minutes we both silently stared at the floor. I think Janet sensed that I needed a moment to digest this information.


Finally she turned to me. "I'm sorry Robbie."


I nodded. "So am I."


"Robbie, there are some things you don't know about me." Janet paused. She was obviously thinking about what she was going to say next. "You didn't know me in high school and college." She took a deep breath. "I guess you could say I was a campus slut." She shook her head. "Robbie I love sex. I've always loved sex."


She smiled at me. "But I also love you. Robbie I love you almost as much as I love sex." She laughed. "And that's saying a lot."


Janet's voice got very quiet. "Before I met you I had fifty lovers, but none of those men loved me. I was lonely. I had lot's of company, but no one to talk to. "She smiled at me. "And then you came into my life. Robbie please believe me, the last two years have been the happiest two years of my life."


"I imagine they have. You've been having a pretty good time." My voice had a bitter edge to it.


Janet shook her head. "No Robbie, they were wonderful because of you."


"Well you sure didn't do a very good job of thanking me."


"I tried Robbie, believe me I did. After we got married I went a whole month without seeing another guy."


I laughed. It was a sarcastic laugh. "A whole month."


"I know, it doesn't sound like much, but it was a lot to me." She smiled at me. "That was the longest I've gone without a good fuck since I graduated from high school."


"What do you mean? We were having sex, we were having a lot of sex."


Janet leaned forward. "Sweetheart, I love you dearly, and you are a wonderful man; but in the sex department you don't quite measure up. You have a small penis, you cum quickly and you're only good for one erection a night."


I closed my eyes. Janet wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know.


After a moment I looked at my wife. "I try very hard to please you."


"Yes Robbie you do." She smiled at me. "You have become an absolute artist with your tongue." Janet sighed. "But sweetheart, I need more than that. I love big cocks. I love sucking them and I love being fucked by them."


I stared at the floor. I knew that I was supposed to be indignant, but I wasn't. The truth was, I was excited. I didn't want to admit it. It seemed very wrong, but I could not deny the fact that I had an erection.


Janet seemed to sense my reaction. She stared at me. "Robbie, I don't believe you're all that upset about what happened tonight. This isn't the time to be guarded; this is a time for us to be open with each other."


I kept staring at the floor. I knew Janet was right, but in our culture men are supposed to be tough studs who jealously guard their women. How could I possibly admit to anyone that I got excited when I saw another man fucking my wife.


Janet kept staring at me. "Robbie, I am sorry that I cheated on you. I was wrong. I should have told you." She smiled. "But you're not completely innocent either."


I looked up. "What do you mean?"


Janet shook her head. "Robbie, you need to learn how to delete the history of the sites you've visited on our computer. When I'm out in the evening, you're not exactly sitting home knitting."


My wife stared at me. "Yes Robbie, I know about the female domination sites. I've looked at all of them."


My mouth suddenly felt very dry. I started to get nervous.


"Do you really want me to do all those nasty things to you?"


I bowed my head. I didn't know what to say. I was suddenly very embarrassed.


"But those aren't your favorite sites are they Robbie?"


I stopped breathing for a moment. I knew immediately what Janet was talking about.


"You have two sites that you visit every day. What's that funny word they use?" Janet thought for a moment and then she said, "Oh yes, I remember. Cuckold, that's the word isn't it Robbie?"


Janet chuckled. "It's kind of ironic isn't it? You have this secret little fantasy that you're afraid to tell me about and as it turns out, you're actually living it."



I was suddenly very ashamed. I bit my lower lip and said, "I'm sorry Janet."


My wife looked at me and laughed. "You're sorry?" She picked up my hand and held it. "Honey, you have nothing to be sorry about. I'm the one who needs to be apologizing. You might have a secret fantasy world, but I'm the one who's been cheating."


Janet stared into my eyes. "Robbie I'm sorry. I hope that you can forgive me. I love you so much, and I don't want to lose you."


I looked at my wife. "I love you to Janet."


I really did. Janet was the best thing that ever happened to me. I never could figure out why she was attracted to me. I'm a skinny little wimp with slightly effeminate mannerisms. I've known that I was lousy in bed since I was a freshman in college.


Janet and I met standing in the checkout line at the grocery store. I was totally amazed when this gorgeous woman started talking to me. I don't know why, but I was very relaxed with her. We both started cracking jokes. We had a wonderfully funny conversation about the food in our shopping baskets.


Janet was ahead of me in line. When she was done checking out, she actually waited for me while I checked out. As soon as I had my groceries she asked if she could buy me a cup of coffee.


The next thing I knew, we were dating.


I looked at my wife. "I don't want to lose you either."


She smiled at me. "Really?" She paused. "Even after you saw me with Brad?" Her voice got quiet. "Even though you know about all the different men?"


I took a deep breath and said, "Yes."


Janet and I stared at each other for a long time.


Finally she spoke. "I won't stop seeing other men. I don't think I can. I won't lie to you about it anymore, but I am going to continue dating."


I looked at the floor. I had to think. Here it was, this was the heart of the issue. If I wanted to stay with Janet I had to agree to become a cuckold.


I laughed to myself as I realized that no that wasn't actually the issue. I was already a cuckold. I had to agree to accept my status as a cuckold.


Janet recognized my indecision. "Robbie I think you want this just as much as I do."


I looked at my wife.


"This evening when you found Brad and me in that bedroom, you didn't do anything, you didn't say anything. You just watched. Admit it Robbie, you were excited by what you saw weren't you?"


I knew she was right, but it's a very difficult thing to decide to do something that's contrary to everything your culture considers normal. In our society men don't let their women sleep with other men.


I bit my lower lip and stared at Janet.


My wife pressed her argument. "Think of all the fun we can have. When I come home from a date I promise to describe every detail to you."


Janet stood up, pulled the top of her dress down and exposed her large breasts. "Robbie, look at my breasts. Men love these breasts. Brad loved playing with them tonight. He's a rough lover. He likes to pinch and pull on my nipples."


I took a deep breath. My wife was getting me very excited.


Janet recognized what was happening and smiled. She quickly pulled her dress off. She wasn't wearing her panties. I assumed they were lying on the bedroom floor at Pete Damon's house.


I looked at my wife. She was gorgeous.


Janet stared into my eyes. "Robbie think about what you saw when you opened the bedroom door tonight. I know that you fantasize about this; but that wasn't a fantasy, that really happened. You really did see Brad Thomas fucking me."


Janet leaned over, opened my shirt and slipped it off of my shoulders.


"Robbie, take your pants off. I want you to be naked now."


I quickly stood and pulled my trousers, underwear and socks off. I tossed everything onto the chair next to the couch and sat down again.


We both looked at my crotch. My tiny penis was sticking straight up.


"Robbie admit it, you got excited when you saw me with Brad. Don't be shy baby. I love you. I care about you. You can trust me with your deepest most guarded secrets. I promise I'll never hurt you."


Janet whispered into my ear. "Together we can make your fantasies become real."


I bit my lip. I wanted to scream out "Yes!" I wanted to tell Janet the truth. I wanted to admit that nothing excited me more than the thought of seeing her with another man, but I couldn't do it. Janet was right when she called it a deep and guarded secret. It was. This fantasy was so secret that I could barely even admit to myself that it existed.


Janet could read my fear. "It's okay Robbie, we'll go slowly." She leaned forward. "You did get excited when you saw me with Brad, didn't you?" Don't say anything baby, just nod your head."


I looked up at Janet. She was staring into my eyes. I took a deep breath and slowly moved my head up and down.


Janet patted my cheek. "That's very good Robbie."


My wife's voice got quiet. "Brad has a big cock. It's much bigger than yours. You saw that didn't you?"


Again I nodded.


Janet leaned forward, grabbed my chin and held my face up so that she could look directly into my eyes. "Robbie I want you to do something for me. I want you to do me a favor. It's just a little favor. Will you do that? Will you do a little favor for me?"


I whispered the word, "Yes".


"I want you to hold your penis. Just hold it for me baby, that's all I want you to do. Will you do that for me?'


My voice quavered with excitement as I answered Janet. "Yes, I'll do that."


I put my hand on my tiny cock. Just touching it felt good.


Janet nodded. "Thank you Robbie, now I want another favor. I want you to kneel at my feet."


I stared at Janet.


"I'm going to become very dominant for a little while. You'd like that wouldn't you Robbie?"


A thrill rocketed through me. "Yes, I would like that very much." My voice was barely audible.


Janet smiled. "Then do as your told and get down on your knees." She spoke in a tone of voice that made it sound like she was talking to a small child.


I obediently slipped off the couch. My wife nodded with approval when she saw me submissively kneeling at her feet. "That was very good Robbie. It pleases me that you're being so well behaved. I would hate to have to punish you tonight."


I looked up. Janet read the expression of shock on my face. "Yes Robbie, you heard me correctly. If you don't obey me, I'm going to spank you. You understand that don't you?" Janet was staring into my eyes.


I was very excited. I took a deep breath and answered. "Yes Mistress Janet I understand, I..."


Suddenly I stopped. I looked up at Janet in horror. I hadn't intended to say Mistress Janet, it just slipped out accidentally.


Janet noticed my concern. "That's okay Robbie, I like the title." She paused, "In fact I think that from now on whenever we're at home you should address me that way."


I politely bowed my head. "Yes Mistress Janet."


Janet extended her foot. "Robbie, would you like to kiss your Mistress's foot? It's meant as a reward for being obedient."


Janet must have seen some of the web sites dealing with foot fetishes. She knew this would excite me.


The moment I called Janet, Mistress Janet and she didn't get upset, my whole attitude changed. It was almost as if I'd crossed over a line and accepted a new life.


I started to relax. I smiled at Janet, picked up her foot and reverently kissed it. As I kissed it I looked up at her and said, "Thank you Mistress."

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Janet smiled at me. She sensed the change in my attitude. She immediately started to push me.


"Robbie I want you to take your hand off your penis."


I did as I was instructed.


"Very good." Janet's tone of voice became very serious. "Robbie I want you to think very carefully before you answer my next question."


I looked up at Janet.


My wife stared at me. "Do you want me to become your dominant mistress? Robbie think carefully before you answer. If you say yes, it means that we will no longer be equals. You will be my slave. I will demand total obedience from you."


I fully understood why Janet told me to take my hand off of my penis. She was being serious. She wanted to know that my answer was coming from my heart rather than my gonads.


I looked up at her. "Do you want to be my dominant mistress?"


Janet nodded. "Yes, very much."


I closed my eyes. I had to think. I knew that I also wanted this, but surrendering your will and your freedom to another person is not something that's done lightly.


Janet watched me. She wasn't trying to hurry my decision. We both understood the gravity of her question.


I don't know how long I thought about Janet's question. It was probably less than a minute, but it seemed like hours. Finally it came down to three facts. I loved Janet, I trusted Janet and I longed to be her slave.


I looked up at her and smiled. "Mistress, I ask you to please accept me as your slave. I promise to faithfully serve you for the rest of my life."


Janet grinned at me. "Robbie honey, nothing would make me happier."


Janet turned and kneeled on the couch. She was presenting her ass to me. "Slave I want a demonstration of your devotion. I want you to kiss and lick my asshole."


Janet's command made me shiver with excitement. I'd licked her asshole before, but just one time.




It was last New Years Eve. We'd been at a party at Al and Sarah Bennett's house. The liquor flowed freely and both Janet and I were feeling very uninhibited by the time the party ended.


Janet was acting unusually frisky when we left the Bennett's house and relentlessly pawed me as I drove her car home.


As soon as we got to our house we ran into our bedroom and tore our clothes off. Once we were both naked Janet pushed me down on the bed and we started wrestling. Much to my embarrassment, my wife quickly pinned me.


Janet climbed on top of me as I lay helplessly on my back. She kept my shoulders pinned against the mattress while she pushed her knees into my stomach. I'll never forget the look in her eyes when she said, "Say uncle little boy."


Her knees were forcing the air out of my diaphragm. I was having trouble breathing. I just barely managed to croak out the word, "Uncle".


Janet giggled and turned around so that she was facing my feet. I remember her saying, "I won, now I get to make you do anything I want and I want you to do this."


Janet sat down on my face and pressed her cunt against my lips. She squealed with delight when she felt me push my tongue into her very moist pussy. My wife was very excited and my tongue was getting her even more excited. She started rocking back and forth on my face. I quickly realized that she was fucking my mouth.


We feel into a savage rhythm. Soon Janet was rocking her entire body back and forth while she mashed her cunt into my face. I was just as excited as she was. I tried to make my tongue reach every part of her pussy.


Suddenly my wife rocked back so that her asshole was directly over my face. Without thinking, I pushed my tongue into that forbidden orifice.

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Janet immediately stopped moving. I started to get nervous. I was about to pull my tongue out of her ass when she sighed and leaned farther back so that I could push my tongue even deeper into her.


I relaxed and started licking Janet's ass with unbridled passion. Janet responded by pressing her ass against my face. I was having some trouble breathing, but I didn't care. Nothing was going to stop me from licking my beautiful goddess's ass.


As I licked her, I realized that Janet was rubbing her clit. Her excitement grew rapidly and it wasn't long before my wife had the most violent orgasm I'd ever witnessed.


As soon as Janet recovered from her orgasm she slipped down to my crotch and gave me the sweetest blow job I've ever experienced. Once she was done we cuddled up together and fell asleep.


The next day we both acted as if it never happened. I was always too shy to bring it up but I never understood why Janet didn't want to do it again. Maybe she felt that it was something she would never do for me, so she didn't feel right about asking me to do it for her.


I guess that theory makes sense because as soon as we established Janet's supremacy in our relationship, the demand came immediately.





Janet turned. I positioned myself between her legs and very carefully spread the cheeks of her beautiful ass. I was so excited that I was shivering. I closed my eyes and slowly lowered my face to Janet's luscious bottom. She cooed when she felt my lips make contact with her asshole.




A tingle of excitement rippled through me as I pushed my tongue into my goddesses dark tunnel. I was submitting to the will of my dominant Mistress. I was abasing myself for her pleasure. I was proving myself to her.


Janet sighed as I kissed and licked her ass. "Robbie this feels so good, it makes me feel so powerful. I want you to do this for me every day for the rest of our lives."


I beamed with pride. My Mistress was pleased. That was all that mattered to me.


I wrapped my arms around Janet's thighs and buried my face in her ass. We were like two lovers locked in a passionate hug, only this wasn't the traditional embrace of a man and a woman this was the embrace of Mistress and slave.


As I hugged my Mistress I realized that the traditional embrace was now going to be reserved for her stud lovers.


Janet finally rolled over and sat up. Once she was sitting up she leaned over and gently kissed my forehead. It felt like the kind of kiss a mother gives to her little boy.


"Thank you Robbie, that felt wonderful." She patted my head and whispered, "Now I want you to lick my pussy."


I looked up at my wife. I didn't move. The vision of Brad Thomas fucking her less than two hours earlier was burned into my brain and I clearly remembered that he wasn't wearing a condom.


Janet noticed my reticence and immediately understood my concern. "Yes Robbie Brad Thomas fucked me tonight and he did cum inside me." She sighed. "Baby if you're going to be my slave, you're going to have to get used to the idea of licking me after I've been with another man."


Janet smiled at me. "You know, this won't be the first time you've done it."


I stared at Janet.


"If I remember correctly you did it for the very first time on our second date."


I kept looking at Janet. I was on my knees. She was now my Mistress. I wasn't quite sure how I was supposed to act.


"You took me to dinner at the Kensington Grill that night. Do you remember?"


I nodded.


"Do you remember that I was a little flustered when you arrived. I wasn't quite ready and I was racing around trying to get dressed while you waited in the living room."


I nodded again.


Suddenly Janet stopped. She stared at me for a moment and then she smiled and patted the spot next to her on the couch. "Baby come up here and sit next to me."


I got up and sat on the couch next to Janet.


As soon as I was seated she said, "Baby we're going to have to figure out some rules for this game we're playing." She picked up my hand and squeezed it. "I don't want to gain a slave and lose my husband. Robbie I still want to be able to talk with you, eat dinners with you, go for walks with and do all of the wonderful things we do together. Baby you're the love of my life. I don't ever want to give you up." She shrugged. "I don't know how we'll work all of this out. We're both smart people so I am certain that we will, but I know that I want to continue being me and I want you to continue being you."


I smiled at Janet. "I would like that."


She put her arms around me and kissed me. We kissed for a long time.


Janet finally broke off the kiss and looked at me. "Robbie do you want to hear about what happened on our second date or will it make you feel too bad?"


I shrugged. "It might make me feel bad, but if I'm going to be your cuckold, I'd better get use to this. Tell me the rest of the story."


"Do you remember that night?'


"Yes, I remember it very well. When I arrived you really did seem to be flustered. You were way behind schedule. I had to wait in the living room while you took a shower."


"Robbie do you remember passing a man on the stairs when you walked up to my apartment?"


"Maybe, I don't actually recall that. It was two and a half years ago now. I really wasn't paying much attention. I was awfully excited about seeing you."


Janet kissed my cheek and giggled. "You're so sweet."


Suddenly I grasped what Janet was trying to tell me. "Were you with another guy before I got there that day?"


Janet nodded. "It was Jerry Freeman. He just kind of dropped by in the middle of the afternoon. I tried to get him to go, but he was very persistent and baby I've never been very good at saying no." She shrugged. "Jerry kissed me and I melted. The next thing I knew we were in my bedroom. Both of us were naked and Jerry was fucking me."


She sighed. "Jerry fucked me three times that afternoon. The third time he fucked me he was like that battery bunny on television. He just kept going and going. I couldn't make him cum. I finally had to get him off by sucking his cock. It was the only way I could get him to leave."


Janet shook her head. "The first two times he fucked me he filled me up with about a gallon of semen. I tried to wash it out of me while I was taking a shower, but I was still leaking while we were having dinner at the Kensington Grill."

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Janet stared into my eyes. "By our second date I was already madly in love with you. I was so worried that you were going to figure out what I'd done and dump me."


I picked up Janet's hand and held it. "I was already in love with you to. I don't know what I would have done if I'd found out, but I suspect that we would have found a way to get through it."


Janet squeezed my hand. "Robbie you're a wonderful man."


I winked at her. "And I'm just learning how to be a wonderful cuckold slave. Tell me the rest of the story."


"There really isn't much more to tell. If you remember, I suggested that we go back to your place rather than mine. I was certain there was a big wet spot in the middle of my bed."


Janet giggled. "That was the first time you ate my pussy."


I nodded. "I gather it was also the first time that you served me a cream pie."


Janet raised her eyebrows. "That's certainly an interesting way to put it."


"It's a phrase from one of the cuckold web sites."


"I assumed it was."


Janet reached down and massaged my crotch with her hand. I had an erection. She giggled. "It feels like my cuckold slaveboy is ready for another cream pie." She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Is my little cuckboy ready for some late night dessert?"


I took a deep breath and slipped off the couch. As I kneeled between Janet's legs I looked up at her and asked, "Do I have a choice?"


She grinned at me. "Not unless you want to get spanked."


I was just about to kiss Janet's pussy when she stopped me.


"Cuckboy wait for a moment. I want to resolve something before we go any further."


I looked up at Janet. I was about to speak when she put her hand up and stopped me. "Slave you are on your knees. This is our first rule. When you are on your knees you will not speak without first getting permission from me. If you wish to speak you must say, Mistress Janet may I have permission to speak."


She paused and looked at me. "I may or may not grant that permission. It will depend on the situation and my mood. If I do not grant you permission and you choose to speak anyway, I promise you that you will be severely punished. Do you understand me?"


I nodded. I was careful not to speak.


Janet smiled. "That's very good slaveboy. Obedience is a virtue for you."


Janet sat back on the couch and relaxed. She looked like a woman who enjoyed being in control and I was quite certain that my impression was correct.


I patiently waited on my knees for Janet to speak again. She took her time. I think she was establishing her dominance.


Finally she said, "Cucky earlier tonight you were very hesitant about discussing exactly what you saw at the party. Before you lick me, I would like to try talking about it again. Will you talk about it now? You have my permission to speak." After a moment she added, "Slave if you are not ready to talk about it, it will be all right for you to tell me that."


I took a deep breath. "Mistress Janet, I believe that I am ready to talk about it now."


Janet smiled at me. "Very good, Robbie I want you to hold your penis in your hand. You may squeeze it, but be gentle. You must not cum right now. If you cum I will punish you."


Janet leaned forward. "Robbie do you understand that from now on you will always have to get my permission before you're allowed to cum? You may answer me."


Orgasm denial was of course a staple of the cuck web sites so this wasn't a surprise for me.


I looked up at Janet. "Yes Mistress Janet, I understand."


Janet nodded. "Good, Robbie you are being very obedient right now, that pleases me."


I grinned. I was Janet's slave. She was my Mistress. Pleasing her was now my primary goal.


Janet grabbed my upper arm and held it. "Robbie I want you to squeeze your penis." Janet was whispering. Her voice was just barely audible.


"I want you to squeeze your penis and think about what you saw when you opened the bedroom door at the party tonight."


I closed my eyes and remembered the moment when I first looked into the bedroom. It wasn't difficult, the image was burned into my mind.


"Robbie, tell me what you saw."


"Mistress Janet, you and Brad Thomas were on the bed. Both of you were naked. You were lying on your back. Brad was on top of you."


"Robbie refer to him as Mr. Thomas. You must never again call my male friends by their first names. They are now your superiors."


I took a deep breath. This was my deepest fantasy coming true.


"Robbie, what was Mr. Thomas doing to me?"


"He was fucking you Mistress Janet."


"Did seeing that excite you?"


"Yes Mistress Janet, very much."


"Did you enjoy watching?"


"Yes, very much but..." I hesitated.


Janet reached down and picked up my hand. "Tell me baby, it's okay."


"I was shocked and my feelings were hurt. I was also embarrassed."


Janet took my hand. "Robbie, I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. Please understand that I love you. I enjoyed it when Brad fucked me tonight, but I don't love him. Robbie, you're the only man I will ever love."


I looked up at Janet. She was smiling at me. It was a warm and tender smile. I took a deep breath and said, "Mistress, I love you too."


"Even if I let other men fuck me?'


"Yes, even if you let other men fuck you."


Janet took a deep breath. "You understand that I am going to keep doing that."


"Yes Mistress Janet, I understand."


"Are you willing to accept that?"


"Yes Mistress Janet, I am."


"I'm going to bring some of these men to our house. As my slave I will expect you to wait on them. Robbie are you willing to agree to that?"


Now it was my turn to take a deep breath. Janet was demanding total commitment. A little thrill rippled through me. I would have been disappointed if she'd demanded anything less.


I looked up at her and grinned. "Yes Mistress Janet, I'll agree to that."


Janet giggled. "Robbie honey we're going to have so much fun together."


I slowly nodded. I would have verbally agreed, but I didn't have Janet's permission to speak.


Janet smiled at me and said, "Slave, you may now lick my cunt."


I leaned forward and gently kissed Janet's pussy. That was all I did. I didn't lick her and I didn't suck on her clit. At this moment I was madly in love with my wife and I wanted to express that love. My kiss was a kiss of passion. I guess that you might say this was a movie kiss except that I wasn't kissing Janet on the mouth, I was kissing her cunt.


Janet giggled. "Baby that's wonderful, but I want your tongue. Robbie I'm so horny right now that I could burst. Lick me baby, lick me and make me cum."


Janet cooed as I started licking her cunt. I knew exactly how to satisfy my wife with my tongue. Janet was a good teacher and I was a willing learner. She'd taught me well.




As I kissed and licked Janet's cunt I thought about the events of the evening. Oddly, for me the high point may well have been getting to lick Janet's asshole for the second time since we met. As I continued pleasuring my Mistress I thought back to that wonderful evening when I licked her ass for the first time.


I already mentioned that we'd been to a New Years Eve party that evening. As I thought about that night I remembered that Janet had spent the early part of the evening blatantly flirting with Don Maxwell. I also remembered that during the later part of the party Janet and Don mysteriously disappeared for over an hour. I put two and two together and smiled to myself. I was suddenly quite certain that Don fucked Janet that night.


I stopped licking Janet's cunt and looked up at her.


Janet looked down at me. "Baby what's wrong?'


"Mistress Janet may I have permission to speak?"


"Of course baby."


"Mistress Janet did Don Maxwell fuck you during the New Years Eve party at Sarah Bennett's house?"


Janet looked at me. "Honey whatever made you ask me about that?"


"I was just remembering the first time I got to lick your asshole."


Janet giggled. "That was a fun night wasn't it?"


I nodded. "Yes it was."


Janet got very quiet. After a moment she said, "Yes baby he did. Does that upset you?"


I grinned at Janet. "Not anymore. Now it makes that night even more exciting."


Janet reached out, grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her cunt. "Eat me cuckboy! Eat me and make me cum."


I licked Janet to two orgasms. After her second orgasm Janet pulled me up onto the couch and kissed my cheek. "Robbie honey, I am still going to let you fuck me once in a while and I am also going to give you an occasional blow job, but I'm not going to do either one for a little while. I want you to spend some time learning your place as my cuckold slave before I start doing those things again."


I nodded. "Mistress Janet, I understand." I could speak freely now. I wasn't on my knees anymore.


Janet leaned over and whispered to me. "Would you like to masturbate while you lick my asshole?"


I smiled at Janet. "Mistress I would love that."


She giggled. "I would to. I'm going to rub my clit while you lick me. Let's see if we can both cum at the same time."


I laughed. "Your on."


Janet rolled over onto her stomach. I spread her ass cheeks and pushed my tongue into her puckered anus. As soon as my tongue was buried in Janet's ass I started stroking my cock. I noticed that Janet started rubbing her clit at the same time.


We both worked with a frenzy. It wasn't long before I felt that familiar sensation of pleasure building in my loins. At the same time I felt the tension building in Janet's body. Suddenly Janet started screaming with pleasure. At the same moment the first spurt of semen gushed from the head of my penis.


As soon as her orgasm subsided, Janet collapsed on the couch. I collapsed at the same time; only as I collapsed, I kept my face buried in Janet's ass.


I don't really know how long we lay their. It really didn't matter, both of us were in a state of nirvana.


Janet finally rolled over and sat up. "Robbie honey I want you to give me a bath and then it will be time for us to go to bed."


I looked at Janet.


She giggled. "Honey you are my slave. Bathing me is going to be one of your regular duties."


I stood up. "I'll go draw a bath."


As I walked into the bathroom I smiled to myself. Bathing a beautiful naked woman didn't seem at all like it was going to be an arduous chore.


I was just getting the correct water temperature in the bathtub when Janet walked into the bathroom.


"Robbie I have one more thing that I have to tell you."


I turned and looked at Janet. "What is it?"


She took a deep breath and said, "I have a boyfriend."


I just stared at Janet. I didn't know how to react.


"His name is Jerome. We've been seeing each other for about a year now."


My stomach started turning in circles.


Janet grabbed my hand. "Baby you don't have to worry, I don't love him. I only love you. Besides he's married and he wants to stay with his wife. That's why we get along so well. We both want to stay with our spouses."


I shook my head. I was speechless. I really didn't know what to say.


"Baby I think you and Jerome will really like each other. I want to invite him to come over tomorrow night. You can be our slave and serve dinner and drinks for us. We'll talk about the menu in the morning."


Janet stepped into the bathtub. As she sat down she smiled at me. "Robbie honey, life is going to be so much fun now that everything is out in the open."




It was after 1:00 am when Janet and I finally went to bed. Janet fell asleep immediately. I lay awake for another hour thinking about the incredible events of the evening and wondering what tomorrow would bring.



The next morning I woke just before 7:00. I was very aware that five hours wasn't enough sleep but I was just too excited to see what was going to happen next.


Janet was still sound asleep so I quietly found some clothes and slipped into the bathroom. I took a quick shower, shaved and got dressed. As soon as I was dressed I went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.


Once the coffee was brewing I went out to the curb and picked up the Sunday paper.


Once I got back into the kitchen I poured a cup of coffee and found the sports page. If we followed our usual Sunday morning routine Janet and I would read the rest of the paper together.


Spring training for major league baseball was in full swing and I'm a big fan so I had plenty to read about.


It was almost nine when I heard Janet get up and go into the bathroom. I poured a cup of coffee for her and set the rest of the Sunday paper in front of her chair.


My jaw dropped when Janet walked into the kitchen. She was gorgeous. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She was wearing a very short pair of cutoff jeans and a blouse loosely tied around her large breasts.


She walked up behind me, put her arms around my neck and kissed the top of my head. "Good morning slave. I'll take my breakfast in the dining room this morning. I'll miss reading the Sunday paper with you, but today I think our new relationship needs definition."


I followed my wife into the dining room. As she sat down at the head of the table she said, "I think the kitchen and your bedroom will be neutral territory. We need to have a place where we can just be together and love each other. In the rest of the house I will be your Mistress and you will be my slave. That situation is now permanent."


She stared at me. "Do you understand."


I looked at Janet. I was confused about her reference to my bedroom.


Janet noticed my confusion and immediately understood. "Oh yes cuckboy after breakfast you will be spending the rest of the morning moving all of your things to the guest bedroom. That will now be your bedroom. As mistress of the house the master bedroom is now going to become my personal boudoir." She smiled at me. "Cuckie, how can I possibly be expected to entertain my gentleman friends in a room cluttered with my chattel's personal belongings?"


A little thrill fluttered through me. Janet was serious. I really was going to be her slave. I politely bowed my head and said, "Yes Mistress Janet, I understand."


Janet smiled. "Very good cucky." She picked up the front page of the paper and started to read. The discussion was obviously over. After a moment she casually said, "I'll have French toast this morning and bring me some coffee." She didn't bother to look up from the paper.


I quickly went into the kitchen and brought Janet's full cup and a carafe of fresh hot coffee into the dining room. Janet ignored me as I set it down next to her. She was being aloof. Her attitude of disinterest was perfect.


When I walked back into the kitchen I realized that my tiny penis was sticking straight out. This was my wildest fantasy coming true.


I started making my wife's French toast. As I was dropping the egg soaked bread into the fry pan I heard Janet's voice. "Cuckie I would like some more coffee."


I stuck my head into the dining room and said, "Mistress Janet there is a full carafe right next to you."


I turned back into the kitchen. I was just taking a plate down from the cupboard when Janet burst though the kitchen door. She walked right up to me and slapped me hard across the face. "Get down on your knees!"


I fell to my knees. I was shaking with fear.




Janet towered over me like a Greek goddess staring down from Mount Olympus. "Robbie, I did not ask you for the location of the coffee." She pointed a finger in my face. "I want this to be perfectly clear. You are now my slave. I no longer do anything for myself. Your duty in life is to wait on me hand and foot. If you fail to satisfy my needs you will be punished and the punishment will be severe. Do you understand me!"


I looked up at Janet and obediently said, "Yes Mistress Janet. I understand."


Janet nodded her approval, reached down, gently picked me up, put her arms around my neck and gave me a hug. "This is what you want isn't it baby?"


I took a deep breath and said, "Yes Mistress Janet, Very very much."


She smiled. "Good, because it's most definitely what I want." She kissed my cheek and turned. As she walked to the kitchen door she said, "Come into the dining room and pour my coffee."


After I was done serving her breakfast, Janet made me stand by the kitchen door so I would be immediately available if she wanted anything. She deliberately ignored me as she ate her French toast and filled in the New York Times Crossword Puzzle by herself. This was incredibly disappointing for me. Our Sunday morning breakfast ritual was one of my favorite activities of the week.


I suspected that it was just as hard for Janet. I was certain that she loved doing the Sunday crossword with me every bit as much as I enjoyed doing it with her.


When she was almost done with her breakfast Janet looked up at me. After a moment she sighed. She seemed to sense my disappointment


Janet closed her eyes for a moment. She was obviously thinking. Finally she looked at me. "Robbie, I know this is hard for you. It's hard for me to. I love having Sunday breakfast with you." She took a deep breath. "Last night we agreed that we would no longer be equals. You are now my slave and I am now your Mistress. Robbie, you now belong to me. I own you. This is a life style that has fascinated both of us for a very long time."


I was a little surprised by Janet's admission that she'd also been fascinated by this life style.


She noticed my surprise and smiled. "Yes Robbie, your Internet web sites excite me just as much as they do you."


I raised my eyebrows in surprise.


Janet laughed. "Honey you're a submissive masochistic wimp and I'm a dominant sadistic bitch. We really are a perfect match."


After a brief moment Janet's expression became very serious. "Robbie for the next several weeks we're going to have to try to define our new roles. I have to learn how to become your arrogant superior and you have to learn how to become my humble servant."


She sighed. "Baby everything has a cost. Yes we may lose some of the things that we loved in our old relationship, but we both stand to gain so much. Robbie, I'm so excited about what were doing. You are to, aren't you?"


I nodded.


I did understand what Janet was doing. If we really were going to fully understand what life was going to be like as Mistress and slave, we had to establish our roles and live in them for a while. This would be the only way we could truly appreciate what our new life style was going to mean to us.


Janet smiled at me. "Once our new roles are well established, maybe we can find ways to occasionally step out of those roles so we can do some of the things we both enjoyed in our old relationship." She paused, "But it may be a while before that happens."


I looked at my wife. "Mistress Janet, may I have permission to speak?"


"Yes slave, go ahead."


"I understand what you are saying and I think you are being very wise."


Janet slowly shook her head. "Slave that was very well said. You are learning how to show proper respect. Now stand by the door while I finish my breakfast."


Janet ate the rest of her French toast. When she was finished she set her fork down, took her cloth napkin from her lap, set it on her plate and stood up. "Clear the dishes and clean the kitchen. Join me in the den when you're done with your chores."


After my wife disappeared through the dining room door I gathered up her dirty dishes and carried them to the kitchen. It took me about fifteen minutes to do my chores. As soon as I was done I joined Janet in the den.


Janet was sitting in a large stuffed chair reading a romance novel. When she heard me enter the room she set her book on the table next to her and looked up at me. "Fetch me the telephone. I'm going to call my boyfriend."


I obediently retrieved the telephone. When I handed it to Janet I was so nervous that my hands were shaking. The idea that my wife had a boyfriend was both exciting and scary for me.


As Janet took the telephone from me she pointed at the floor in front of her chair. "Kneel there and massage my feet while I talk to Jerome."


I got on my knees and looked up at my wife. Janet must have noticed the worried look on my face. She leaned over and patted my cheek. "Robbie honey, you don't ever have to worry about losing me to Jerome. You don't ever have to worry about losing me to any man. Baby you're the love of my life. When I play around with other guys it's just physical. You're the only man that has my heart. Always remember that, okay sweetheart?"


I nodded. I was on my knees. I didn't dare speak without permission.


She smiled at me. "Good, now listen to me. I plan to humiliate you and I am going to do it without mercy. I'm hoping both of us will get a big thrill out of it; but baby while I'm doing it please remember how much I love you. Robbie, we're both new at this."


She giggled. "The idea of embarrassing you has me so excited that the crotch of my panties is already soaking wet." She winked at me. "And I hope it's going to be just as exciting for you."


Janet shook her head. "But it also scares me a little. I love you. I don't really want to hurt you." She started to giggle again. "At least not very bad."


I grinned at her joke. She grinned back at me. "Sweetie what I'm trying to say is we might have to do some experimenting before we're both comfortable doing this."


She leaned over. "When I was looking at one of your Internet sites about dominant women I read that some couples use safe words. I want us to do that. If I start doing something that really bothers you, I want you to say wife and husband. If you say that to me, I'll immediately stop what I'm doing and we'll talk to each other as equals. Will you do that baby?"


I nodded, as I nodded I thought to myself that in our culture, most people would have said husband and wife; but not Janet. We both knew exactly who should be named first.


"What are the words you're going to say? You have my permission to speak."


"Wife and husband"


Janet grinned at me. "Very good, are you ready?"


I smiled. "Yes Mistress Janet, I am and I promise I'll try to not use those words unless I absolutely have to."


Janet patted my head. "That's a good boy. Now you may massage my feet while I talk to my boyfriend."


She picked up the telephone and started dialing. Suddenly she stopped and stared at me. There was a malevolent twinkle in her eyes. "Cucky go over to the desk. As soon as Jerome answers turn on the speaker phone. I want you to hear both ends of our conversation."


Once she was finished dialing Janet held the telephone up to her ear. After a moment she said, "Hi Jerry, it's me. Is it safe to talk?"


I pushed the button for the speaker phone. Suddenly I could hear the voice of my wife's boyfriend.


"Sarah went to church. She shouldn't be back for at least an hour. Where's your husband?"


Janet snapped her fingers and pointed to the spot on the floor in front of her.


I scurried over and kneeled down at her feet. As soon as I was in place she said, "He's right here kneeling at my feet."


"What? Does he know who you’re talking to?"


"He sure does, in fact I have you on the speaker phone. He can hear every word you're saying."


"Janet what the fuck is going on?"


"He knows everything baby."






"Does he have a lawyer yet?"


"Fuck no, in fact the little wimp is massaging my feet right now."


I watched Janet. She was playing with her brassiere strap. This was something she unconsciously did whenever she started to get excited.


"Janet did he just hear you say that?"


"He sure did."


"Janet I'm going to ask you again. What the fuck is going on?"


"Jerry he found out last night, but it's okay he's cool with it."


"I don't understand. How did he find out last night"? I wasn't with you last night and what do you mean he's cool with it? Janet I think you'd better start this story at the beginning."


"Okay, last night we were at a neighborhood party. There was this guy there, his name was Brad. The two of us were drinking wine together in the back hall. We started messing around; you know what I mean, a little harmless kissing and some touchy feely stuff. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew he was asking me to go upstairs with him." Janet shrugged. "You know me baby, he was a hot guy and I'm not very good at saying no."


Jerome started laughing, "No you're sure not. We eliminated all doubt about that at the card party last month."


"Hush now! Robbie doesn't know about that."


Janet glanced at me. There was a guilty look in her eyes. I wondered what happened at the card party.


"Okay, keep telling the story. You're upstairs with this guy Brad. How did Robbie find out? Baby this isn't the first time you ever slipped off with another guy while you were at a party with your husband." He started laughing again. "In fact I wonder if you guys have ever been to a party when you didn't do that."


"Jerry be quiet. Robbie can hear everything you're saying."


"Hey you're the one who put this conversation on the speaker phone."


"Yeah, you're right. Anyway Brad and I are upstairs in one of the bedrooms. We're both naked and he's on top of me. This guy is fucking me like there's no tomorrow. It was really great. Suddenly I notice the bedroom door is open and Robbie's standing there watching us. I got kind of nervous. I wasn't sure what he was going to do. Well Brad realized my attention was focused at the door, so he looked over there. I guess he must have glared at the Robbie because the little wimp just wilted."




"No shit? So what happened next."


"When I realized the little pussy wasn't going to make a scene I told him to go downstairs and wait for me."


"Did he actually go?"


"He sure as hell did."


"That's fucking amazing."


"Anyway, Brad fucked me for at least another ten minutes. He was very good."


"Should I be getting jealous right now?"


Janet laughed. "Baby you have nothing to worry about, you're numero uno with me. Nobody rings my bell like you do."


Suddenly I had a lump in my throat. It was clear that Jerome was Janet's boyfriend and now she was calling him her number one man. I started to worry that Janet really was in love with him.


"Anyway, Brad finally shot his load. I would have loved to see if he could give me an encore, but I didn't want to take the time for it. I was worried about Robbie. I wanted to talk to him, so I got dressed and went downstairs. He was sitting with some guys who were talking about football, but he wasn't saying a word. I could tell he was upset."


"That's not a big surprise, he just saw another guy banging his wife."


"Yeah, he did and he was obviously shook up about it, but it didn't seem like he was angry and I was pretty sure I understood why."


"What do you mean?"


"He didn't say a word the whole way home. We were in the bedroom getting ready for bed when I finally realized that he wasn't going to say anything at all."


"He didn't say anything?"


"That's right, not a word."


I was starting to feel very embarrassed.


"Finally, I brought it up."


"You did?"


"Yes, we had to talk about it."


"I guess you're right. So what happened?"


"We talked for awhile and he finally admitted that it got him off when he saw Brad fucking me."


Janet started to open her blouse. I wasn’t sure if it was for my benefit or hers. She knew I loved to look at her gorgeous breasts, but I also knew that she loved to play with them when she was excited. I suspected that she was doing it for both of us.


"It got him off?"


"Yes, do you remember when I told you about those nasty web sites he was looking at on our computer on the nights I was out with you?"


"Yeah, I remember; you said it was women with whips and shit like that."


"Jerry, Robbie's a masochist. You know what that is don't you?'


"Yeah a guy who gets off on pain" Jerome paused for a moment and then he suddenly said, "No fucking shit. He wants you to hurt him?"


"You got it. That's why I'm making the little pussy listen to our conversation. He knows you're my boyfriend. I want to see if we can make him cry."


"Janet, you're evil".


"Yes I am and I'm just learning how much fun it is to be evil." She paused. "But baby you have to understand something. He wants me to be evil. He wants me to make him cry."


Jerome whistled. "This is fucking unbelievable."


"It gets better."


"what do you mean?"


"He's agreed to become my slave."


"Your what?"


"My slave."


"Isn't that illegal."


"I don't think so. He volunteered for the job. I mean I can't sell him or anything like that and I wouldn't even if I could. I'm still madly in love with him."


"Janet, I don't know about this. It's sounding pretty fucking weird."


"So? You cheat on your wife. You're married and have a girlfriend. If it's okay for you to do that why isn't it okay for Robbie to be my slave."


Jerome took a deep breath. "I guess when you put it like that, the two of you really aren't hurting anyone."


"No were not and baby think about it, this is great for you."


"What do you mean."


"You get to fuck me anytime you want and you don't have to pay for motels anymore. You can fuck me right in my own bedroom."


"You mean with him there?"


"Sure, he's my slave. He has nothing to say about what I do."


"I don't know, that feels creepy to me. I'm not sure I want him watching us while we do it."


"Someday I'd like to do it in front of him. I think it would be really hot to be sucking your great big dick while I make Robbie kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed and watch."


"Shit baby you really are kinky."


"Yes I am and I can't wait to try that, but the first time you come over we'll send him to his room while we fuck."


"His room? I thought the two of you shared a bedroom."


"We did up until today. I'm making him move all of his stuff into the guest bedroom this afternoon." Janet paused. "Hey I have a good idea. You can have his dresser. That way you can keep some clean clothes here. I'll bet you'd love to be able to take a shower and put on clean underwear and a clean shirt after were done fucking."


"That would be nice."


"Our slave can wash your dirty underwear after you leave. That way it will be nice and clean the next time you come over."


"Do you think you can really make him do that?"


"Absolutely, I'll spank him if he doesn't."


"You'll do what?"


"I'll Spank him. He's my slave. I have to be able to discipline him when he's bad."


"This is just amazing."


"Jerry why don't you come over this afternoon. We can play with our slave for a little while and then you can take me into my bedroom and fuck me for as long as you want."


"I don't know, Sarah's going to be home this afternoon."


"Can't you tell her you're going to the tennis club?"


"I guess so, but I'll have to get home early, It's Sunday."


"Come over at 5:00. We'll make the wimp serve us a steak dinner and then we'll retire to my bedroom for some fun and games."


Janet now had her blouse all the way off and she was pulling her large breasts out of her brassiere. I knew my wife very well. It wasn’t going to be long before she'd be twisting her nipples.


"You're sure he's going to be okay with us being together."


"Absolutely, would you like me to prove it to you?"


"How are you going to do that?"


"Just listen."


Janet looked down at me. "Robbie I want you to invite Mr. Turner over for dinner this afternoon."


I stared at my wife. I hadn't expected this. Suddenly I was too nervous to move.


"Slave do I have to spank you to get you to obey?"


"Janet don't make him do this. I'll just come over. The little guy is embarrassed enough already."


"No Jerry, this is important."


Janet glared at me. "Slave, do as you're told."


I knew exactly what Janet wanted me to say. I bit my lower lip and took a deep breath. "Mr. Turner please come to my Mistresses house for dinner this afternoon. I would enjoy preparing a very nice meal for the two of you."


"Holy shit Janet. You really got him to do it. What do I say to him? What do I call him?"


"Say yes, tell him you’re coming over. You can call him anything you want. I think Wimpboy might be a good name for him."


"Okay, here goes. "Thank you very much." Jerome hesitated for a moment and then he added, "Wimpboy."


"See how easy that was?"


"Yeah, it was all right."


"Robbie, what should Mr. Turner and I do after dinner."


"Mistress you should..."


"Robbie, don't tell me; tell Mr. Turner."


I took another deep breath. I was very excited. This was a submissive cuckold's dream fantasy coming true.


"Mr. Turner after dinner you should feel free to take my Mistress to her bedroom."


Janet stared at me. "Robbie, what can he do to me once were in there."


My wife was not going to let me off easy.


"He can fuck you Mistress Janet."


"No Robbie, Mr. Turner is my boyfriend. I don't want him to just fuck me, I want him to make love to me."


Janet was pushing me hard now.


"Say it Wimpboy. Ask him to do it." Suddenly she stopped herself. "No wimpboy, don't ask him, beg him. Beg Mr. Turner to take your wife into her bedroom and make passionate love to her."


Janet told me before we called Jerome that she intended to humiliate me without mercy. Now she was doing it.


I could have said wife and husband and stopped this. I think Janet was actually testing me to see if I would. I didn't. I didn't want to. As I kneeled at my wife's feet I realized that this was the most exciting thing I'd ever done in my entire life. I suddenly understood that I was born to be Janet's submissive cuckold slave.


I took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Turner after you’re finished with dinner I beg you to take my Mistress into her bedroom and make passionate love to her."


For a moment there was silence on the other end of the line. Finally Jerome said, "Well Wimpboy since you asked me so nicely I guess I might just have to do that."


I was now caught up in my role. I quickly answered, "Thank you very much sir. I would appreciate it. I love my Mistress. I want her to enjoy the pleasure you can give her."


My answer took Janet by surprise. She stared at me, After a moment she smiled. "Wimpboy that was a very kind thing to say. You deserve a reward."


Janet stood up, pulled her cutoff jeans and panties down and kicked them off. She then turned around and presented her luscious ass to me. "Wimpboy, you have my permission to lick my asshole while I finish talking to my lover."


Janet kneeled on the couch. I was kneeling on the floor behind her. The situation kept getting more and more exciting. I was about to lick my wife’s asshole while her boyfriend listened on the telephone.


"Janet, what the fuck is going on over there?"


My wife started laughing. "I'm giving my little slave baby a treat."


"I think I heard what it is. Is he really about to..."


"Lick my asshole? He sure is."


"And he thinks that's a treat?"


"Oh yes, and so do I. It feels so good."


Janet turned and looked at me. "Go ahead baby, you earned this reward, enjoy yourself."


Janet cooed as I spread the cheeks of her ass and reverently placed my lips on my goddesses puckered little anus.


"Oh Robbie honey that feels so nice. Use your tongue baby, push it all the way inside me."


"Damn Janet, is he really licking your asshole?"


"He sure is Jerry."


"Will you make him do that when I come over this afternoon? I really want to see this."


"Sure baby, in fact how about if I make him lick my ass while I suck your cock."


"No shit, do you think he'd really do that?"


"Sure why not? He's my little slave boy. He'll do anything I tell him to do, but if you're really curious, why don't you just ask him."


"Can I do that?"


"Of course, he's my slave; you're my boyfriend. He's going to have to get used to taking orders from you." Janet paused. "Jerry, don't ever forget that I love this little guy more than anyone in the entire world. You get to boss him around, but you can't ever do anything that will really hurt him, okay?"


"Hey I understand. I promise I won't ever hurt him."


"Well what are you waiting for, ask him."


"Hey Wimpboy, When I come over this afternoon will you lick your wife's asshole while she sucks my dick?"


It was actually kind of hard to keep from laughing. All three of us were playing a brand new game. Each of us was desperately trying to figure out the rules and define our roles while we were playing.


At least Jerome now understood that he was part of this game and he seemed to be warming to the idea of playing. This was a good thing. Having a dominant male involved in the game would make it more fun for both Janet and me.


As I listened to Jerome talk to Janet, I was actually starting to like him. He seemed like a pretty nice guy. This really shouldn't have been a big shock. Janet was a very good judge of people. It wasn't very likely that she was going to end up with a boyfriend who was an asshole.


"Wimpboy, the big man asked you a question. I hope you're not ignoring him. That would make me very angry."


I’d gotten lost in thought and forgot that Janet and Jerome were waiting for me to answer his question. I didn’t have any problem with the question, but suddenly I realized I wanted to say something. I knew I wasn't really supposed to do this, but I also understood that it was my right. I looked up at Janet and said, "Wife and husband".


Janet stared at me. "What's wrong baby?"


"Nothing really, I just want to say something and it's very important to me."


"Okay baby, go ahead."


Janet turned to the speaker phone. "Jerry, wife and husband is our prearranged code phrase. Anytime either of us says it, Robbie and I have agreed that we will stop what we're doing and talk about it. I'm not sure why he just said the words, but it is his right."


"I understand. What's on your mind buddy?"


I shrugged. "Mistress Janet, maybe I'm not supposed to use the words for this reason, but I just wanted to say that I am already getting to like Jerome. I think you found a nice boyfriend and I'm very willing to trust him."


I turned to the speaker phone. "Mr. Turner, I would be honored to lick Mistress Janet's ass while she sucks your cock this afternoon."


Jerome laughed. "Little buddy, I am not exactly sure how this game is going to finally shake out, but I do believe that the three of us are going to have a lot of fun playing it."


I smiled. "Yes sir, I believe you are correct."


Janet leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Baby, I love you so much."


She turned to the speaker phone. "Jerome I have to go to the mall and do some shopping. Slaveboy is going to go to the grocery store and get dinner for us." She paused. "Baby I know you like beer. What brand do you prefer? I'll make sure that Slaveboy buys some for you."


"Robbie, I'm a Budweiser man."


"Yes sir I understand, I’ll make sure that there’s always a good supply in our refrigerator."


I could hear Jerome chuckling. "Janet honey you were right. This looks like it's going to be a very good deal for me. I think I am going to love having a slave." He paused. "Wimpboy, when will you get back from the grocery store?"


I looked at the clock. It was almost eleven. "I can't see why I wouldn't be back by 1:30."


"Janet why don't I come over around two?"


"I may not be back from the mall until three. When I get back, I'll want Slaveboy to give me a bath"


Jerome started laughing. "If you don't mind I think I'd like to watch that."


Janet started giggling. "This is beginning to sound like a very fun afternoon."


"Hey my wife just got home. I have to go. I'll see you guys this afternoon."


Jerome hung up the telephone.


Janet snapped her fingers and pointed at the speaker phone. "Hang it up slave." There was a huge smile on her face as she said it.


I walked over and shut off the speaker phone. When I was done I walked back over to my wife.


Janet was naked. She was lying back in her chair with her legs spread apart. I kneeled down in front of her.


Janet smiled at me and said, "Pussyboy that got me really horny. Lick my cunt. I want to cum."


I looked up at Janet. "Mistress, may I have permission to speak?"


My wife nodded and said, "Yes slave, what would you like to ask?"


"May I please have permission to jack off while I lick your pussy?"


My wife thought for a moment and then she slowly shook her head. "No way Wimpboy. I want you nice and horny the entire time Jerome is here. I think that will make you much more tractable. If you’re really well behaved, I might consider allowing you to lick my asshole and jack off after he goes home."


She smiled at me. "Now lick my cunt. I want to have a nice orgasm before I leave to go shopping."


Janet sighed when she felt me push my tongue into her pussy. When I started licking her she giggled and said, "Wimpboy, you should have been born as a dominant. Life really is much more fun for me."


I looked up at Janet and grinned.


She tilted her head and said, "Why are you grinning? You may speak."


"Mistress, I love being a sub. I think it's much more fun to give that it is to receive."


Janet started laughing. "Robbie honey we were born to be together."




The conversation with her boyfriend excited my wife. It didn't take me long to bring her to an orgasm. After she recovered she kissed my forehead and stood up.


Once she was standing she said, "That was very nice slaveboy. Now come into my bedroom and help me get dressed."


Janet stopped when we got to the bedroom door. "This is now my private bedroom. I expect you to knock every time you wish to enter this room. If I am inside the room I expect you to wait for my permission before you cross the threshold of the door. Your new duties as my slave will include making my bed and cleaning my room every morning. You will also have to come into the room to get my dirty laundry. Washing my clothes is another chore that now belongs to you."


Janet stared at me. "You understand that we are not just playing a sex game. You really are going to be my slave. As my slave, you will be responsible for all household chores."


I bowed politely. "Yes Mistress Janet. I understand and I'm eager to serve you."


Janet smiled. "That's very good slave boy. " Janet turned and walked into her bedroom. When I started to follow her she stopped and held up her hand. "Slave boy I believe you're forgetting something."


I stopped and knocked on the open door. "Mistress Janet my I please have permission to enter your room."


"Yes slave, you may enter."


As I walked into the room Janet said, "If you make that mistake again, I will spank you. Do you understand me?"


"Yes Mistress, I understand."


Janet sat down at her makeup table. She gave me my instructions for the rest of the morning while she applied her makeup.


"Jerome and I will be having steak this evening. My boyfriend has a healthy appetite. You should buy a large porterhouse for him. I will have a small tenderloin. Baked potatoes and a tossed salad should be adequate as side dishes."


She thought for a moment. "Pick out a nice merlot for us. Don't be afraid to spend a little money for it. This dinner is going to be a celebration for Jerome and me. It will be the first time we get to make love in my bed."


Janet finished putting on her makeup and stood up. "Slave, fetch me a pair of panties and a brassiere. Pick a something that Jerome will like."


I went to my wife's dresser and started fumbling through the drawers. I was excited and a little disconcerted. Selecting lingerie that my wife was going to wear for another man was a new experience for me. I also didn't actually know where she kept her underwear.


Janet started to lose her patience. "I keep my panties in the top left drawer, my brassieres are in the top right drawer." Her voice had an icy tone. "Next week I expect you to spend some time going through my clothing. As my slave it is your duty to know where everything is kept."


I selected a black lace thong and a matching bra. When I tried to hand them to her, my wife shook her head and pointed at the floor.


"Get down on your knees and hold my panties while I step into them."


I did as I was told.


Janet stepped into the panties. "Now pull them up."


Pulling a pair of lace thong panties up my wife's beautiful legs was one of the most exciting things I'd ever done.


As soon as the panties were in place she quietly said, "And now my bra."


I slipped the straps of the brassiere over Janet's arms. As I was fitting her large breasts into the cups my wife giggled. "It's funny but I don't think I've ever met a guy who didn't get a thrill out of taking my bra off." She turned and leered at me. "Jerome just loves doing it."


It took me a moment to figure out how to fasten the clasp on the back of the brassiere. While I was fumbling with it, Janet started to laugh. "Most guys struggle with that clasp when they're taking my bra off. You're a little pussyboy so you only get to fumble with it when you're putting it on me."


My wife was getting very good at taunting me.


After her bra was fastened Janet turned around. "Fetch my green tank top and a pair of cutoffs. You'll find my tops in the third drawer and my cutoffs in the bottom drawer."


I quickly retrieved the rest of Janet's outfit. When I returned she snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. "Hold my cutoffs for me."


I obediently followed my wife's directions and got down on my knees. As soon as she stepped into the shorts Janet said, "Now pull them up."


The denim cutoffs were very tight. I had to work to pull them over her hips and ass. Once the shorts were in place I stepped back and waited for my next instructions.


My wife looked at me with an irritated expression. "Pussyboy you need to zip up my jeans and fasten the snap." She shook her head. "Do I have to explain everything to you?"


Janet patted my head while I was pulling up her zipper. "That's a good boy. Robbie, always remember that a well-behaved slave looks for ways to pamper his mistress."


I fastened the snap at the top of Janet's jeans. As soon as I was done I picked up her tank top, slipped it over her head and pulled it into place.


Once she was dressed Janet did a little pirouette for me. "How do I look?"


She was gorgeous. As I gazed at my wife I longed to be allowed to make love to her. She noticed the expression on my face and giggled. "I hope that Jerome finds this outfit just as exciting as you obviously do."


I sighed. "Mistress Janet, I am sure that he will."


There was a tone of disappointment in my voice. Janet noticed it immediately. She put her arms around me and gave me a gentle hug. "Robbie sometimes this lifestyle is going to be very frustrating for you. That's the idea. You're a masochist and I'm a sadist. I'm enjoying your frustration and I want you to enjoy it to."


She reached under my shirt, grabbed my nipple and gave it a vicious twist. I winced from the pain.


My wife started to giggle and twisted it even harder. "Robbie, this is what you want isn't it? Just relax and enjoy the pain."


There were tears running down my cheeks as I looked up at my wife. "Yes Mistress Janet, this is exactly what I want."


Janet released her grip on my nipple, put her arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. As soon as she was done kissing me she whispered into my ear, "Baby I love you so much. Tonight after Jerome leaves I promise it will be your time. You'll get to suck on my nipples and lick my pussy and my ass." She giggled. "If you're really well behaved while Jerome is here, I might even be willing to reward you with a little blow job. I know just how much you love those."


I grinned at my wife. "Mistress, I promise to be a perfect slave for you and your boyfriend this evening."


Janet patted my cheek. "That's a good boy. Now fetch me my purse. It's time for me to go shopping."


I handed Janet her purse. As she walked to the door she gave me some final instructions. "Jerome is probably going to arrive before I get back. I expect you to attend to all of his needs. Is that clear?"


I nodded. "Yes Mistress Janet. I will work very hard to take care of him.


"Good, When he arrives I want you to take him to the computer and show him your favorite submissive cuckold web sites. I want him to learn a little more about our new lifestyle. You can use the time while he's on the computer to move your things to your new bedroom."


Janet kissed my cheek. "I should be back around three. You should plan on serving dinner at 4:30. Jerome needs to get home early."


My wife walked out the door. As soon as she was gone I sat down on the couch and sighed. Life as Janet's slave was going to be very demanding.


I allowed myself a few moments of relaxation and then I got off the couch. I had chores to do.


I grabbed my car keys and went to grocery store. I found a magnificent 20 ounce porterhouse steak for Jerome, a very nice tenderloin for Janet and a small sirloin for myself. I made a quick stop in the produce section for the salad ingredients and the potatoes and then I went straight to the checkout line.


On the way home I stopped at the liquor store and picked up two twelve packs of Budweiser and a good bottle of California merlot. It was just after one o'clock when I carried the groceries into the kitchen.


After putting the groceries and beer in the refrigerator I went to work moving my things from Janet's room to my new bedroom.


I was just finishing hanging my clothes in my new closet when I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at the clock. It was just after 2:00 pm.


I quickly ran to the front door. When I got there I stopped and took a deep breath. My stomach was churning as I reached for the door knob. Moving my clothes from our marital bedroom to the guest room was an emotional trial, but it was nothing compared to the task of opening the front door so I could greet my wife's boyfriend.


I turned the knob and slowly pulled the door open. For a moment Jerome and I both silently stared at each other.


Jerome Turner was a tall, physically fit man with a ruggedly handsome face. His full head of hair was just starting to turn gray at the temples. He was at least ten years older than Janet and me. I guessed that he was in his late thirties or early forties. He was wearing a sport coat over a very tight fitting tee shirt that showcased his well developed chest muscles and flat stomach.


I laughed to myself, if I had a body like that I'd wear tight tee shirts all the time. Jerome Turner was a stud. It was easy to understand why Janet was attracted to him.


I Finally pulled myself together and smiled at him. "Good afternoon Mr. Turner. Won't you please come in."


He smiled back at me and walked into the house. As he passed me he casually said, "Thank you Robbie."


We walked into the living room. I motioned to the large easy chair. "Please make yourself at home."


He politely nodded and said, "Thanks, I'll do that."


I waited until he was comfortably seated and then asked, "Can I get you a beer?"


"Sure, That'd be real nice."


As I walked into the kitchen I realized that at this moment, Jerome Turner was just as uncomfortable as me. While I was opening the refrigerator I decided that the only way this was going to work was if we both immediately started playing our roles.


I put a bottle of beer, a large glass and a coaster on a tray and carried it back into the living room. As I approached his chair I submissively bowed and said, "Your beer sir."


Jerome smiled at me. I don't think he quite knew how he was supposed to respond.


I set the coaster on the table next to him, put the glass on the coaster and poured the bottle of beer into it.


When I was done I set the tray on the dining room table and turned to face Jerome. I was about to ask him if I could get him anything else when he said, "Wife and husband."


I stared at Jerome. I was just a little bit shocked. "Wife and husband" was of course the phrase that Janet and I had agreed to use when we wanted to step out of our roles and talk to each other as equals.


Jerome smiled at me. "Robbie I talked to Janet on my way over here. I told her that I was a little nervous about meeting you. She suggested that I use that phrase so we could get to know each other before we started playing what she called the game."


I nodded. "That's probably a good idea. Janet's a pretty smart woman."


Jerome laughed. "Yes she certainly is."


There was an uncomfortable moment of silence. I don't think either of us knew exactly how to start.


Finally Jerome motioned to the couch. "Robbie will you please sit down."


As I sat down Jerome shook his head. "It feels kind of funny to offer a man a seat in his own house."


I nodded in agreement. "Yes, this is an unusual situation."


Jerome leaned forward in his chair. "Robbie I don't exactly know how to begin this conversation, so I'm just going to start talking. If I offend you at anytime, please accept my apology in advance. Offending you is not my intention."


I shrugged and said, "Okay."


"Robbie, I've been seeing Janet on a regular basis for several months now."


"I know, she told me."


"I want you to know that during that time I feel like I've also gotten to know you."


"What do you mean?"


He grinned at me. "Your wife talks about you constantly. You can do no wrong in her eyes." He shook his head, "I only wished my wife loved me half as much as Janet loves you."


I chuckled. "That's an interesting comment considering your relationship with her."


He nodded. "Yes, I know. Maybe that's why I feel it's so important to tell you that. Robbie, your wife loves sex. She might be the most passionate woman I've ever met, but to her sex is more of a game." He smiled. "To Janet fucking is like playing golf or tennis. It's a recreational activity."


He shook his head. "Your wife doesn't love me and she never will. Oh yes, we're good friends; but all we ever do when were together is fuck. We never do anything else." He laughed. "When we do have a conversation it's almost always about you."


Jerome sighed. "I don't know if it helps you, but I wanted you to know that."


I smiled at him. "Thank you, that is nice to know."


Jerome appeared to be a nice guy. I decided that it actually might be a good idea if we did get to know each other a little bit better.


I looked at him. "I just learned about you last night, so I know very little about you. What do you do for a living?"


"I sell office supplies. That's how I met Janet."


I understood immediately. My wife was the office manager for a large insurance company.


"Janet told me that you like to play golf. She said you're very good at the game." He laughed. "She actually brags about your ability."


I nodded, "I like to play and sometimes I can hit the ball well enough to win a little money."


Suddenly I started laughing.


Jerome looked at me. "What's so funny?"


"I just realized why Janet is always encouraging me to play golf."


Jerome grinned. "Yes, I suspect you're right." He shrugged. "You get time to play your favorite game and your wife gets time for hers."


I smiled. "That's probably a pretty good way for me to look at this."


"Yes, I think it is." He paused for a moment. "I've always been a tennis player, but I started to take golf lessons last year."


"Do you enjoy the game?"


"Very much, but I'm not any good at it."


"Would you like to get together and play some time?"


Jerome stared at me for a moment and then he said, "Yes, I'd like that a lot." He paused. "You might have to be patient with me; like I said, I'm not very good."


I laughed. "That's okay when I beat you at golf you can just remind me that you're fucking my wife."


Jerome grinned at me. "Robbie it's easy to see why Janet likes you so much."


Suddenly Jerome got very quiet. After a moment he said, "I gather that I am supposed to adopt a cruel and heartless attitude towards you."


I nodded. "Yes sir, that is your role in this game."


He smiled at my response. "Robbie, please remember that I like you and when we go to the golf course, we're going as equals."


"I like you to Jerome, but now I think it's time for you to become Mr. Turner. Janet left very strict instructions about how I was to take care of you. I wouldn't want her to walk in and see us acting like two old army buddies."


Jerome chuckled at my joke and leaned back in his chair. Suddenly his demeanor changed. He took a long sip of beer and said, "All right slaveboy, where do we go from here?"


"My Mistress thought you might like to see some of the web sites dealing with domination and cuckolding."


Jerome sat up. "That would be very helpful to me."


I stood up. "Sir as soon as you're ready I'll take you into the den and set you up on our computer."


Jerome picked up his glass and swallowed the rest of his beer. Once he was done he set the glass back on the coaster and stood up. "Slaveboy, I'm ready right now."


"Please follow me sir."


I led Jerome into the den and pulled out the chair at our computer desk. "Mr. Turner, please sit here."


The computer was already turned on so as Jerome sat down I opened the Internet and typed in the address for my favorite cuckold web site.


As soon as the site opened I said, "I'm going to give you a story to read. If you finish it before Janet gets here, call me and I'll find another one for you. Would you like another beer?"


Jerome shook his head. "No thanks slaveboy. I'll wait until your Mistress gets home."


"Very good sir. If you'll excuse me, I have some tasks to finish. If you need anything please call me."


I left Jerome in the den and went to Janet's bedroom where I gathered the rest of my things and moved them into my new bedroom.





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