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The Cuckold Party, part 2

story by Goodhusband

  

  

  

  

 

I was just putting my socks and underwear into my new dresser when I heard my wife's voice.

 

"I'm home."

 

I quickly walked into the living room. Janet was in the dining room. She was setting her purse and car keys on the china cabinet.

 

When she heard me come in she turned and smiled at me. "Hi baby."

 

I politely bowed and said, "Hello Mistress Janet, did you have a good shopping trip?"

 

My wife giggled and walked over to me. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and reached down and gently squeezed my penis and balls. "Slave boy, you're being very well behaved right now. You must be hoping for a little attention after my lover goes home tonight."

 

I bowed again and said, "Mistress, I'm just trying to be an obedient servant."

 

Janet patted my cheek. "Robbie this is going to be so much fun." She looked around. "Where's Jerome? I know he's here, his car is parked in the driveway."

 

"He's in the den reading an Internet story about cuckolding."

 

"Did the two of you have a talk?"

 

"Yes we did Mistress."

 

"Is everything okay Robbie?"

 

I nodded. "Yes everything is fine."

 

Janet sighed. "Good, I really want the two of you to get along."

 

She kissed my cheek. As she kissed me she whispered, "I'm going to go into the den and greet Jerome. I have some packages in my car, fetch them for me. When you come back into the house set them on the dining room table and wait for us in the living room. When we join you I am going to start being very dominant. Are you ready for this pussy boy?"

 

I took a deep breath. "Yes Mistress Janet, I am."

 

She giggled. "Good, because right now I'm so excited I could burst."

 

There were several large shopping bags on the back seat of Janet's convertible. I picked them all up and carried them into the house.

 

When I walked into the living room I stopped dead in my tracks. Janet and Jerome were already in there. They were locked in a passionate embrace. This may be hard to understand, but seeing another man passionately kissing your wife may actually be more difficult than seeing him fucking her.

 

After a moment I managed to collect myself. I carried the packages into the dining room and set them the table. Once that task was completed I returned to the living room and stood perfectly still while Jerome kissed and fondled my wife.

 

Janet finally broke off the kiss and turned to face me. "Oh you're back already. Well, I guess it's time for proper introductions. Jerome Turner this is my pussy wimp husband Robbie, but this afternoon we'll call him peanut. Peanut this is my boyfriend Jerome Turner, but this afternoon you can call him Mr. Turner."

 

Jerome was now standing behind my wife. His arms were possessively wrapped around her. He was smirking at me as he fondled Janet's large breasts. Mr. Turner had obviously finished his reading.

 

Janet led Jerome over to the couch. "Come sit down with me baby."

 

As soon as they were seated she turned to me. "Peanut, get a beer for Mr. Turner and I'd like a martini."

 

"Yes Mistress Janet, right away." I scurried into the kitchen, got a beer for Jerome, made a martini for Janet and put everything on a tray. Once everything was ready I put the potatoes in the oven. It was just after three, Janet wanted dinner served at 4:30. As soon as the potatoes were in the oven I picked up the tray and carried it into the living room.

 

Janet and Jerome were kissing when I walked in. Jerome had his hand on my wife's right breast. Janet was massaging Jerome's crotch. I quickly realized that this was a sight I was going to have to get used to seeing.

 

I set Janet's martini on the coffee table in front of her and placed Jerome's beer glass on the table next to him. I'd just started pouring his beer into the glass when Janet broke off her kiss and looked at me.

 

There was a devilish glint in her eye and a calculated tone of disdain in her voice as she said, "Oh, you're back." My wife was deliberately trying to give me the impression that she'd forgotten about me. I loved it.

 

As soon as I finished pouring Jerome's beer Janet picked up her martini and said, "Sweetheart, let's have a toast."

 

My stomach turned over when I realized that Janet was addressing Jerome rather than me.

 

Jerome picked up his glass.

 

Janet held hers up and said, "To a world in which everyone knows their proper place."

 

Jerome laughed and said, "I'll drink to that."

 

They clinked their glasses together and took a sip of their drinks. I was ignored during the entire toast.

 

After they set their glasses down Janet turned to me with a look of mock surprise on her face. "Oh you're still here." She giggled and said, "Foolish me, I suppose you're waiting for your next instructions."

 

I politely bowed. "Yes Mistress."

 

Janet snuggled up to Jerome and said, "I think it's time for the presents."

 

Jerome looked at her. "Presents?"

 

"Yes I bought presents for all of us today."

 

He laughed. "This is turning into a very interesting afternoon."

 

Janet giggled. "Baby you have no idea how interesting it's going to be." She turned to me. "Peanut fetch the shopping bags from the dining room table."

 

I quickly retrieved the packages from the dining room and set them on the coffee table in front of my wife.

 

"I get to open one of mine first, I may need to put it to use very soon." Janet reached into one of the bags and removed a long narrow box. The words, "Snyder's Tack Store Everything For The Equestrian", were printed across the top of the box.

 

Janet opened the box and removed a horsewhip. It was the kind of whip Jockeys use to prod their mounts to victory in the back stretch of a race. When I looked at it, I was certain that if used properly it could inflict excruciating pain.

 

I shuddered as my wife held the whip up and said, "This is just what a dominant needs to insure total obedience from her slave."

 

Jerome shook his head. "Janet baby, you are so bad."

 

She kissed his cheek and giggled. "Honey you have no idea how bad I want to be."

 

She set the whip down. "Let's find a present for you sweetheart."

 

She dug into the bags, pulled out a square box and handed it to Jerome.

 

As he took it, he shook his head. "You really did buy presents for everyone."

 

Janet nodded. "Yes, this is a very special day for me."

 

Jerome opened his box. My heart sank when he took out a tooth brush, a hair brush, a razor, a can of shaving cream and a bottle of after shave lotion.

 

My wife smiled at her boyfriend. "You can keep these in my bathroom. It's the master bathroom. You and I will be the only one's allowed to use it. Peanut will only be allowed in when he needs to clean it or when he's bathing me."

 

Jerome set the box down and kissed my wife. "Baby this is a great present." He laughed. "I hope I get to go through lots of toothpaste in this house."

 

Janet grinned at him and then turned to me. "Let's see if we can find a present for Peanut. We wouldn't want him to feel left out."

 

She dug through the bags. "Here's one"

 

My wife took out a a pink box. I got very nervous when I noticed that the words "Fredericks of Hollywood" were printed on the top. Janet handed me the box. After I took it I didn't move, I just stared at it. I was very apprehensive about what was inside.

 

Janet noticed my hesitation, picked up her whip and stood up. "Peanut, you really wouldn't want to insult me by not accepting my gift. That would be very poor judgment on your part."

 

My wife walked out from behind the coffee table and stood next to me ominously tapping the tip of her riding crop in the palm of her hand. "Peanut, open your present and do it now."

 

I bit my lower lip, obediently opened the box and looked inside. It contained a pair of lacey pink crotch less panties and a white tank top that looked like it was made for a sixteen year old girl.

 

I looked at Janet. There was a huge grin on her face. She was planning to completely humiliate me in front of Mr. Turner. "I think that's a very appropriate outfit for a little sissy slave, don't you agree Peanut?"

 

I just stared at Janet. I was so mortified that I couldn't speak.

 

"What's the matter Peanut, cat got your tongue?"

 

I bowed my head. "Please Mistress, don't make me do this."

 

Janet shook her head. "Peanut you're going to wear your new outfit tonight and you are going to put it on right now. Take your clothes off."

 

"Please Mist...."

 

Whap! Janet hit me across the back of my hands with the tip of her whip. The blow stung a little bit, but Janet really didn't hit me very hard.

 

Jerome started to stand up. "Janet, don't make him do this."

 

"Jerry stay out of this. He wants this every bit as much as I do. He knows that he always has the choice to say wife and husband. The moment he says it, I'll stop."

 

Janet turned back to me. "Peanut, strip and do it now. I am losing my patience with you."

 

Janet was of course correct. The game was humiliation and degradation. My wife was pushing my limits and she was doing it without actually hurting me. I took my shirt off and laid it across a chair.

 

When I unbuckled my belt and started taking my pants off Jerome said, "Shit Janet, he's really going to do it."

 

"Yes he is. Jerry, Peanut is my slave. I can make him do anything I want."

 

Jerome shook his head. "This is fucking amazing."

 

I pulled my pants off and laid them across the chair with my shirt.

 

As soon as I was done, Janet ran the tip of her whip across my crotch. My little dick was making a tiny tent in the front of my boxer shorts.

 

She slipped her whip under my penis and lifted it up. "Do you see this Jerry? The little pussy has an erection. He's enjoying every minute of this."

 

Jerome just kept shaking his head. "Janet I've never even imagined something like this."

 

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

 

"Damn, I have to admit that I really am. This is pretty fucking hot."

 

"Why don't I give you a little extra encouragement."

 

Janet turned to me. "Peanut stand perfectly still for a moment."

 

My wife walked around the coffee table and kneeled on the couch next to her boyfriend. She slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I've ever seen. It must have been at least eight inches and very thick.

 

Jerome tried to object. "Janet, Robbie is standing right in front of us."

 

My wife laughed as she started stroking her boyfriend's dick. "Jerry honey, think about all the times we've done it in your house in front of your dog. This is no different. Just think of Robbie as our pet dog."

 

Janet leaned over. As she put Jerome's cock in her mouth he said, "Damn baby you are wicked."

 

  

  

My wife just giggled while she sucked her lover's cock in front of me.

 

After a few moments my wife took Jerome's cock out of her mouth and sat up. She turned and looked at me. She still had her right hand wrapped around her boyfriend's erect penis.

 

"Well Peanut, you've seen Mr. Turner's cock; don't you think it's time you showed him yours?"

 

I bit my lower lip. My humiliation was now going to begin in earnest. I took a deep breath and slowly pulled my boxer shorts down.

 

Janet grinned at me. "Say goodbye to those boxer shorts sissy boy. This is the last time you're ever going to be allowed to wear men's underwear. From now on it's strictly panties for you."

 

Jerome started laughing. "What?"

 

Janet patted his hand. "Just wait, you'll understand in a minute."

 

I pushed my boxer shorts down to my ankles and exposed my three and a half inch penis. It was sticking straight out. The fact that I was obviously aroused added to my humiliation.

 

Mr. Turner whistled and said, "Holy shit! I've never seen one that tiny on a full grown man before."

 

Janet laughed. "Well he is full grown, but he's really not a man."

 

"Damn baby, my eight year old nephew's dick is bigger than that."

 

"Now do you understand why I'm going to make the little sissy wear panties for the rest of his life."

 

Jerome shook his head. "This really is amazing."

 

"That's right it is, and you don't even know the worst part yet."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

I took a long slow breath. My face was already a deep shade of crimson, but the situation was about to get even worse.

 

"His pathetic little dick spits the moment I touch it."

 

"You mean?"

 

"That's right he not only has a tiny dick, but he also suffers from premature ejaculation."

 

"Shit, now I understand why you play around like you do."

 

Janet laughed. "Damn right, I'm sure as hell not going to get any satisfaction at home."

 

My wife stared at me while she squeezed Jerome's huge erection. "Hey Peanut, look at my boyfriend's big dick and then look at that little worm between your legs. Which one do you think I'd rather play with this evening?"

 

I stared at the floor and quietly whispered, "Mr. Turner's Mistress Janet."

 

My wife nodded. "You got that right, now put on your new slave outfit. I want you to model it for my stud."

 

I pulled the lace panties out of the box. As I stepped into them and pulled them on Janet laughed and said, "Jerry honey, don't you agree that pink is the perfect color for the little sissy."

 

Jerome shook his head. "Damn baby, you really are wicked."

 

Janet squeezed his cock. "From the feel of your dick, you're not exactly having a bad time right now either."

 

Jerome chuckled. "No this is a pretty fucking hot scene." He looked at me. "Hey Peanut what else is in that bag?"

 

My wife leaned forward on the couch. "Peanut put on the rest of your outfit for Mr. Turner."

 

I reached into the bag. It felt like my stomach did a full cartwheel when I realized what Janet had purchased to complete my outfit.

 

When I pulled it out of the bag Jerome sat up and said, "What the fuck?"

 

It was a white cotton tank top that looked like it had been designed for a plus sized 12 year old girl. The name, "Tinkerbell" was inscribed across the front in pink sequins. Underneath the name there was a drawing of the famous fairy from "Peter Pan".

 

As I pulled my new shirt on I was certain that Janet must have laughed herself silly while she was purchasing it for me.

 

My wife looked at me. After a moment I realized she was inspecting me. Once her visual inspection was complete she wiggled her finger and said, "Peanut come over here."

 

I walked over to Janet. As soon as I was standing next to her she leaned forward.

 

"Peanut I want to fix your little wee wee so it sticks out through the slit in the front of your panties."

 

Janet slipped her fingers through the hole in the crotch. As she grabbed my little penis she looked up at me. "Peanut, if you cum while I'm doing this I guarantee that you will get a nice long taste of my new whip."

 

I bit my lower lip and said, "I'll try as hard as I can to control myself Mistress."

 

Janet fiddled with me for a moment and then she sat back and surveyed her handiwork. After a short inspection she giggled. "Oh that's much better, now we have a constant reminder why you're my slave and Mr. Turner is my stud."

 

I looked down. My tiny cock and balls were now protruding from the hole in the front of my panties.

 

I shook my head. This was a truly humiliating outfit.

 

My wife leaned over and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek. "Are you ready for your next present?"

 

He smiled at Janet. "I have another one?"

 

"Oh yes, I have a second present for my wimp husband, so I certainly had to have another one for my boyfriend."

 

My wife turned to me, snapped her fingers and pointed at one of the bags. "Peanut fetch the big box from that bag."

 

I pulled out a large box from one of our local department stores and handed it to Janet.

 

She passed it to her boyfriend. "Here you are baby. I think you'll like it."

 

Jerome opened the box and pulled out a plush white terry cloth bathrobe.

 

As he held it up Janet said, "Won't that be nice to wear when we're done fucking."

 

He smiled at my wife. "Thanks baby, this is a very nice present."

 

Janet leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'm glad you like it." She giggled, "It comes with a special surprise."

 

"Really? What's that?"

 

"This." My wife slid her face down to Jerome's lap, put his cock back in her mouth and started sucking him again.

 

He sighed, lay back on the couch and closed his eyes. There was a huge grin on his face.

 

The initial pangs of jealousy and envy that I felt when I first saw Janet sucking Jerome's cock had now evolved into tingling ripples of erotic excitement. My masochistic desires were quickly overwhelming me. Being forced to watch my wife's brazen adultery while I was dressed in nothing but a pair of pink lace panties was turning into the most stimulating sexual scenario I'd ever experienced. Without realizing it my right hand found it's way to my crotch and I unwittingly started massaging my cock and balls.

 

  

Suddenly Jerome opened his eyes and looked right at me. We both realized what I was doing at the exact same moment. I tried to pull my hand away from my crotch; but it was too late, I'd been caught.

 

Jerome tapped my wife's shoulder and said, "The little wimp is watching us and jerking off."

 

Janet stopped sucking her lover's dick, sat up and slowly turned. When she was facing me she stared into my eyes and said, "Slave, I thought you understood the rules. You're not allowed to touch yourself without my permission."

 

I started to get very nervous.

 

Janet continued to stare at me. "Was Mr. Turner correct? Were you jerking off?"

 

"I wasn't really Jerking off Mistress."

 

"Are you calling Mr. Turner a liar?"

 

"No Mistress, I would never call Mr. Turner a liar."

 

"Then you must have been jerking off."

 

"Mistress Janet, I was just rubbing myself."

 

"Isn't that jerking off?"

 

"Yes Mistress, I guess it is."

 

"Then you were breaking the rules weren't you slave."

 

"Yes Mistress Janet, I was."

 

Janet sighed and stood up. "Slave you leave me no choice, I'm going to have to punish you."

 

She picked up her horsewhip and pointed to the chair next to the couch. "Pull your panties down and lie across the arm of that chair."

 

I obediently did as I was told. Lying across the arm of a chair with a pair of pink panties around my knees while I waited to be whipped was embarrassing. Doing it in front of another man, was maybe the most humiliating experience of my life.

 

I looked up at my wife. She was licking her lips. There was a glint in her eyes that told me she was already in a state of unparalleled excitement.

 

"Are you really going to whip him just because he was touching his cock?"

 

"I most certainly am. He understands the rules very well."

 

"And he's just going to submit to it?"

 

"I'm not holding him down right now, am I."

 

"No, you're not."

 

"Robbie knows he broke the rules and he understands the consequences, don't you Robbie?"

 

This was the first time in my life that someone was going to hit me with a whip. I was both terrified and excited. It took all of my strength to pull myself together enough to answer. "Yes Mistress Janet, I do know the rules and I understand that I was wrong. It is both your right and your obligation to punish me."

 

Janet turned to Jerome. "See."

 

Jerome stood up. His pants were still unzipped. His huge erection protruded from the front of his open trousers.

 

He walked over to my Mistress, put his arms around her shoulders and kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back. While they kissed Janet wrapped her hand around her boyfriend's huge dick and slowly stroked him.

 

I marveled at Jerome's self control. I would have ejaculated immediately in that situation.

 

After a moment Janet broke off the kiss and turned to me. Her lipstick was smeared, her face was flushed. My wife was aroused.

 

She took a deep breath, pulled the whip back and said, "Slave boy this is for your own good."

 

Whap! I winced from the pain as she hit me hard across my bare buttocks. Janet immediately pulled her whip back again. I braced myself. She brought it down hard and fast. Whap! The little fold of leather at the tip of the riding crop stung me as it snapped against my exposed rear.

 

  

My wife walked a slow circle around me. She was playing with me now. As soon as she was behind me again, she forced my legs apart with her bare toes. Suddenly I felt something tickling my testicles. Janet was caressing my balls with the soft leather tip of her whip.

 

"Does that feel good slave boy?"

 

"Yes Mistress Janet, it feels very good"

 

Whap! Whap! My wife struck me twice and then started caressing the underside of my tiny penis with the tip of her whip.

 

"Slaveboy, isn't it interesting how something that can cause so much pleasure can also cause so much pain."

 

Janet drew her whip back again. "Whap! Whap! Whap"

 

She hit me very hard on the third stroke. I screamed from the pain.

 

My wife took a deep breath. "I think it's even more interesting that something that's so painful for you is so pleasurable for me."

 

Janet drew her whip back again. I cringed as I waited for the next blow. Whap! Whap! Janet hit me twice. I started crying. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help myself.

 

My wife turned to her lover. "Look Jerry, those are tears running down his cheeks. Do you think the little wimp has learned his lesson?"

 

Jerome laughed. "I don't know. Why don't you ask him."

 

I was a little surprised by Mr. Turner's response. I thought he might have a hard time with this, but he seemed to be enjoying it just as much as Janet.

 

My wife smiled at her lover. "What a good idea."

 

She leaned over so that her lips were right next to my ear. "What do you think Peanut. Have you learned your lesson? Do you think you can control your urges and not jerk off while you're watching me suck my boyfriend's cock?"

 

"Please Mistress. I beg you not to whip me again. I promise I'll be good."

 

"I think I would like a little demonstration of your devotion."

 

"Anything Mistress, I'll do anything."

 

Janet stood and backed up to her lover. She snuggled up to his massive body and wrapped her hand around his erect penis. Jerome put his arms around my wife and started fondling her large breasts.

 

"Wimp boy, crawl over here and kiss my feet."

 

I stood up. My ass was very sore. When I started to pull my panties up Janet raised her hand and stopped me.

 

"No leave them where they are." She snickered, "You look much cuter with your panties around your knees." She snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. "Now get down on your knees and crawl over here."

 

I obediently got on all fours and crawled over to my wife like a dog. When I reached her I obediently kneeled at her feet.

 

Janet slipped her right foot out of her sandal and held it up to my face. "Kiss it slave boy. Kiss my foot and show my man and me that you're willing to submit to our every whim."

 

  

  

While I was kissing my wife's foot, Jerome slipped Janet's large breasts out of the cups of her brassiere and started fondling her nipples. At the same time Janet began stroking her boyfriends huge erection.

 

"Now be a good slaveboy and lick my toes."

 

I closed my eyes and obediently cleaned each of my wife's toes with my tongue. When I finished her right foot, Janet slipped her left foot out of her sandal and pushed it into my face.

 

"Now this foot slave boy. Lick these toes nice and clean. Show my boyfriend what a well behaved little boy you are."

 

I held Janet's foot in my hands. As I licked each of her toes I looked up at my wife and her lover. Jerome was rolling Janet's nipples between his fingers. At the same time, Janet was stroking Jerome's cock. The air was charged with sexual electricity. All three of us were wildly excited.

 

Suddenly Janet pulled her foot away from my face. I looked up at her. She was grinning at me.

 

I wondered what was coming next.

 

My wife started undressing.

 

While my wife was undressing, Jerome took his sport coat and tee shirt off and tossed them onto the chair next to the couch.

 

As soon as Janet was naked she dropped to her knees, and started sucking her boyfriends cock.

 

For a few moments both of them totally ignored me. As I watched my wife give her boyfriend another blow job I was struck by how much Janet was enjoying herself. It was obvious to me that my wife loved sucking Jerome's huge penis. Pangs of envy shot through me when I realized that she never looked like that while she was sucking my tiny toy.

 

As I watched Janet I suddenly understood that no matter how our dominant cuckold sex game might finally resolve itself, I could never demand that she stop seeing other men. I loved Janet, I could never deny her the pleasure that she was currently getting from sucking Jerome's erection.

 

Finally Janet took Jerome's cock out of her mouth and turned towards me. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Peanut, you made a promise to my boyfriend this morning. I think it's time you made good on it."

 

I stared at my wife. I was puzzled. I wasn't sure what she was talking about.

 

"Peanut, don't you remember? You promised him that you'd lick my asshole while I sucked his cock."

 

Jerome's face lit up. "Oh Yeah, I gotta see this." He laughed. "I've heard of people who are ass kissers, but I've never actually seen one in action."

 

Janet looked up at him. "Baby he's going to do more than kiss my ass, he's going to lick my asshole."

 

"Damn!"

 

This little interchange was both incredibly humiliating and unforgettably exciting for me.

 

My wife reached back and gently spanked her ass. "Come on Peanut, it's time to show Mr. Turner what a good little ass licker you are."

 

Janet went back to sucking Jerome's cock. I crawled over to her. Once I was positioned behind her I carefully spread the cheeks of her gorgeous ass and gently planted a soft kiss on her asshole.

 

"Damn Janet, he's really doing it."

 

She giggled "Yes he is." My wife's words were garbled because she hadn't bothered to take Jerome's cock out of her mouth.

 

For me, kissing my wife's ass is one of the most sexually thrilling things I can do; so needless to say, I was very aroused. I took a deep breath and pushed my tongue into Janet's anus. She squealed with pleasure when she felt my tongue enter her.

 

  

"Oh baby that feels so nice."

 

Jerome leaned over and looked at me. "He really has his tongue in there doesn't he?"

 

My wife nodded. "Oh yes, he most certainly does and it feels wonderful."

 

Jerome laughed. "I'll bet it does."

 

Janet looked up at her boyfriend. "Would you like to try it? Peanut is my slave, I can easily order him to lick your asshole to ."

 

I looked up in horror. Jerome had a similar expression on his face. Suddenly we both yelled, "Wife and Husband!" in unison.

 

As soon as we realized what had happened all three of us started laughing.

 

Janet shook her head and said, "I guess I'll take that as a big no."

 

Janet pulled me up on my feet. "I guess this is a good time to take a break. Baby did I hurt you when I was whipping you?"

 

She turned me around so she could inspect my rear end. "Oh sweetheart, you're bottom is all red. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

 

She turned to Jerome. "Jerry honey there's some salve in the medicine cabinet in my bathroom. Be a dear and get it for me."

 

Jerome stood up. "I'll be right back." He disappeared into Janet's bedroom.

 

As soon as he was gone my wife pulled me down on the couch and put her arms around me. "Baby I'm sorry I was so rough on you. I think I got a little too excited." She rubbed my cheek with the tips of her fingers. "Robbie honey, are you doing okay?"

 

I smiled at her. "Janet I'm doing great. I'm having a wonderful time. You did hurt me when you whipped me, but I also got so excited that I almost came while you were doing it."

 

Janet giggled. "So did I."

 

"But the whipping wasn't what hurt me the most."

 

"Really, what hurt you the most?"

 

"When You called Mr. Turner sweetheart."

 

"Oh baby, I'm sorry. That's just me. I call lot's of people sweetheart, but baby you're my only real sweetheart."

 

I nodded, "I know, but I'm not telling this so you'll stop doing it. It hurt, but it was also very exciting."

 

Janet grinned at me. "Really? Do you want me to do it some more?"

 

I nodded, "Yes, very much."

 

My wife started to giggle. "Oh that's so hot." She looked at me. "What else did you like?"

 

"I know I learned something."

 

"What was that?"

 

"I now know that I don't ever want you to stop seeing other men."

 

Janet gasped when she heard what I said. "Robbie you know that makes me very happy; but I'm curious, what made you come to that conclusion?"

 

"I saw your eyes while you were sucking Jerome's cock. I don't think I've ever seen you that happy. It's obvious to me that you love sucking big cocks. I love you, I don't think I could ever be happy if I knew I was denying you that pleasure."

 

Janet took a deep breath. "Robbie you're right, I do love sucking a big cocks. I always have." She smiled at me. "But I also love sucking your little penis."

 

I smiled at her. "It's nice of you to say that, but I saw the look in your eyes when you were giving Jerome his blow job. You never look like that when you're sucking my tiny cock."

 

My wife started to say something. I stopped her. "Janet, it's okay. I don't mind. I know you love me. I also know this is a pleasure I can't give you. I wish I could, but I can't. So I fully understand that you're going to have to satisfy that desire with other men."

 

I winked at her. "Fortunately I happen to be a submissive, cuckold, masochistic wimp. I just happen to get excited when you're partying with other guys."

 

Janet started laughing, "Robbie I love you so much." She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. It turned into a long passionate kiss.

 

Suddenly I heard Jerome's voice behind me. "Do you two want me to go home?"

 

We broke apart. Janet started to say something but I put my arm on her wrist and stopped her. "Let me answer him."

 

I looked at Jerome. "No Mr. Turner, absolutely not. I'd like you to stay as long as you can this afternoon and I want my wife to know that as far as I'm concerned, she can invite you to this house anytime she wants."

 

I took a deep breath. "Mr. Turner, you give my wife something I'm incapable of giving her and I want her to have that. I also like you." I laughed, "I also happen to be a submissive masochist and I'm having a wonderful time this afternoon."

 

He smiled at me. "Robbie, when I first got here this afternoon, I told you how your wife loved to talk about you when were together. Now I understand why. You are an incredibly nice man. I like you to. I hope we can become good friends. Thank you for inviting me to stay this afternoon and thank you for making me feel welcome in your house."

 

Jerome turned to Janet and tossed a tube of salve to her. "Is this what you wanted?

 

My wife caught it and said, "Thanks Jerry."

 

Janet turned to me and said, "Robbie honey, lie across my lap."

 

As soon as I was in position Janet squeezed some of the salve onto my burning ass and started rubbing it in. It felt good.

 

When she was done she lifted me up and said, "Does that feel better baby?"

 

"I smiled. "Yes it does."

 

"Stand up sweetheart."

 

I stood up. Janet pulled my panties up and once again fixed my penis and balls so that they were sticking out of the slit in the crotch.

 

After she was done she smiled and said, "There that looks much better."

 

Janet patted the spots on the couch on each side of her. Jerome and I both sat down. As soon as we were seated, my wife grinned. "I'm such a lucky girl, I'm now sitting in between my two favorite men."

 

Jerome looked at Janet and me and said, "Well what's next?"

 

Janet shrugged. "Do you guys want to have a mini gangbang? You could take turns fucking me."

 

I put up my hand. "Hold on, what are we doing here? I thought we had a plan for the afternoon." I looked at Janet and Jerome. "I thought you two were enjoying dominating me."

 

Janet grabbed my hand. "Robbie I was having a wonderful time, but I think were saying that we both like you and..."

 

"I like you guys to, but we were playing a fun game. Remember your toast? "To a world in which everyone knows their place."

 

Jerome leaned forward. "Robbie that was the hottest sex scene I've ever been part of, but I think what Janet is trying to say is that we both like you and we think you've maybe had enough."

 

I grinned at them. "I may have been having even more fun than you two. I would love to keep playing. We had a plan for this afternoon. I think we should play it out. I'm going to be your slave and serve you dinner while the two of you abuse me without mercy. After dinner the two of you are going to go into Janet's bedroom and fuck while I clean the kitchen."

 

Janet squeezed my hand. "Baby I need to know one thing."

 

"What's that?"

 

"Are you going to get dinner?"

 

I smiled at my wife. "Yes Janet, I am. I bought a nice sirloin for myself. I'm going to eat in the kitchen while the two of you are eating at the dining room table."

 

"Would you like to eat with us?"

 

"Nope, slaves don't eat with their superiors."

 

Janet giggled. "Okay, you win. How do we get back into the game."

 

"Are the two of you ready to start again?'

 

They both nodded their heads.

 

"Okay I'm going to count. When I get to three, Janet you're going to slap me hard across the face and order me to get back on my knees."

 

My wife smiled and said, "All right."

 

"one, two, three"

 

Slap! "Pussy boy what the fuck are you doing on the couch. Get back on your knees where you belong."

 

Sometimes when three people are trying to invent a brand new game it can be difficult to figure out how the rules should work.

 

I immediately got off the couch and kneeled on the floor in front of Janet.

 

She turned to Jerome and said, "Having an obedient slave really does make our lives much easier."

 

Jerome laughed. "I have to admit that I agree with that."

 

He looked down at me. "Peanut, if you really do get off on this, I am more than willing to take advantage of it."

 

I politely bowed my head. "Mr. Turner, I am at your service."

 

"All right, If you don't mind I'd like another beer."

 

Janet put her hand on Jerome's wrist. "Sweetheart that's not how you do it. Watch this." She turned to me. "Pussy boy, fetch a beer for my lover and don't waste anytime. He's thirsty."

 

"Yes Mistress Janet. Right away Mistress Janet."

 

They were both giggling as I scurried into the kitchen.

 

When I returned with Mr. Turner's beer, Janet was pulling his trousers off. I set a fresh glass on the table next to him and poured his beer into it.

 

After I was done Janet tossed her boyfriends trousers to me and said, "Gather up the rest of Jerome's clothes and hang them in my closet. You have my permission to enter my bedroom so you can do this."

 

I quickly gathered up all of Jerome's clothing and carried it to Janet's bedroom. When I got to the door I stopped and knocked.

 

Behind me Janet said, "Very good slave boy. I was wondering if you would remember. You just managed to avoid another session with my whip."

 

I went into Janet's bedroom and carefully hung her boyfriend's clothing in her closet. After I was done I returned to the living room.

 

Jerome was lying back on the couch. Janet was sucking his cock. I watched them for a moment. My wife's eyes were closed. She was enjoying herself so much that she reminded me of a little girl eating her very first ice cream cone.

 

Jerome looked like a man in a state of perfect serenity. He was also enjoying himself. I was very envious of him. He was obviously capable of controlling his orgasms. If my wife sucked me the way she was sucking her boyfriend, I would have ejaculated in seconds.

 

After a moment Janet noticed I was standing there. For the next minute she stared into my eyes while she sucked Jerome's large erection. Finally she took his cock out of her mouth, smiled at me and mouthed the words, "Thank you."

 

I nodded to her. It was my way of saying, "You're welcome."

 

Janet sat up on the couch. "Peanut, you still have one present left. Are you ready for it?"

 

"Yes Mistress Janet. I'm very eager to see it."

 

Janet nodded at me. "Peanut, that was said very nicely. You're learning how to speak to your superiors."

 

I bowed. "Thank you Mistress Janet."

 

My wife leaned over and opened one of the smaller bags. She reached in and pulled out a leather dog collar. There was a tag shaped like a dog biscuit attached to it.

 

When he saw it Jerome shook his head. "Janet, what did you buy for him?"

 

My wife giggled as she handed the collar to her boyfriend. "Read the tag."

 

Jerome held it up and read, "My name is Peanut. I belong to Janet Parnell. If I am lost please call..." He stopped and looked at Janet. "That's your cell phone number."

 

Janet winked at Jerome. "I love my little baby. I don't want to lose him."

 

Jerome shook his head. "Baby, you are so bad."

 

Janet grinned at him. "Give the collar back to me so I can put it on our pet and then you can find out just how bad I really can be."

 

As soon as Jerome handed the collar back to my wife she wiggled her finger at me and said, "Here Peanut."

 

I started to walk over to my wife, but she put her hand up and stopped me. "No Peanut, get down on your knees and crawl over like a good doggy."

 

When I got down on my knees Jerome started laughing. "The two of you are fucking amazing."

 

Janet just giggled some more. She was enjoying this.

 

I crawled over to her. As soon as I was next to her Janet pointed at a spot on the floor by her feet and said, "Peanut sit!"

 

I obediently kneeled in front of her. My little dick was erect and sticking straight out of my pink panties."

 

Jerome snickered when Janet reached down and scratched me behind my ear.

 

She picked up the collar and slipped it over my head. "Robbie, I expect you to wear this at all times, even under your dress shirt when you go to work."

 

I looked up at my wife. "Yes Mistress, it will be an honor to wear this collar."

 

Janet patted me on the head. "Robbie, you're such a good little boy."

 

Janet looked into another bag. "I still have one more present and it's for me."

 

She removed a small jewelry box from the bag, opened it and took out a heavy gold chain. It looked like a bracelet. There was a heart shaped gold charm hanging from the chain.

 

Jerome looked at Janet. "Is that a bracelet?"

 

My wife nodded. "No, it's an anklet. If you do some more reading on the cuckold web sites, you'll understand."

 

"What does the charm say?'

 

Janet handed the anklet to her boyfriend. "Read it."

 

Jerome studied it for a moment and then looked at Janet. "It says, 'Hot Wife'".

 

Janet smiled. "Yes it does and Robbie is now going to place it on my ankle. By wearing my wedding ring and this anklet I'm letting men know that I'm a married woman who's available for casual sex."

 

Jerome shook his head as he handed the anklet back to my wife. "This has certainly turned into an educational afternoon."

 

Janet handed me the anklet. "Robbie, by putting this on my ankle you are formally giving me your permission to party with other men. Do you understand that?"

 

I took a deep breath. "Yes Mistress Janet, I understand."

 

"Very good." Janet extended her right foot.

 

I carefully fastened the anklet to my wife's ankle. When I was done I submissively leaned over and kissed her toes. After kissing her I looked up at Janet and said, "Mistress, I willingly release you from any promises of fidelity that you made during our wedding ceremony. Furthermore I freely acknowledge your right to enjoy the sexual favors of other men."

 

Janet grinned at me. "Robbie I think we're at the beginning of a wonderful adventure." She paused for a moment. "Now I think it's time for you to go into the kitchen and get dinner ready while my boyfriend and I enjoy my new freedom."

 

I stood up. As I walked into the dining room Jerome took my wife into his arms and gave her a long passionate kiss.

 

I went into the kitchen, started our electric grill so it would get hot and seasoned the steaks. Once that was done, I opened the wine so it could breath and pulled the potatoes out of the oven. I have a recipe for twice baked potatoes that my wife loves. I quickly prepared those and put them back in the oven to stay warm.

 

After that was done, I decided to set the table before I started grilling the steaks. As I walked into the dining room I happened to glance into the living room. What I saw made me stop and stare. Janet was kneeling on the couch. Jerome was behind her. He was fucking my wife.

 

  

  

I was glued to the ground. I couldn't move. For the second time in less than twenty-four hours I was watching another man have sexual intercourse with my wife.

 

Suddenly Janet turned and looked at me. It was remarkably similar to last night. She once again seemed to be able to sense my presence; only this time she wasn't the least bit concerned when she realized I was watching her.

 

This time she smiled at me and said, "Hi baby, don't you wish you could do this. Jerome's been pumping his wonderful cock in and out of my cunt for over five minutes."

 

My wife shook her head, "Too bad for you limp dick. You never will be able to enjoy me like Jerome does. You don't have the equipment." She giggled. "You're just going to have to be content with licking my ass and jerking off while other men enjoy my cunt."

 

I realized that Janet was deliberately taunting me, and she was doing a very good job of it. At this moment I was so envious of Jerome that I could have cried.

 

My wife closed her eyes. It was obvious that Jerome was giving her intense pleasure.

 

After a moment she took a deep breath and smiled at me. "Pussy boy, this is the first time I've ever tried to carry on a conversation while someone was fucking me. It's not that easy."

 

Even though I was being ripped apart by pangs of jealousy and envy, I had to chuckle at Janet's comment.

 

She noticed my smile and winked at me. "Peanut you have a remarkable sense of humor. It's one of the ten million reasons I will always be in love with you."

 

Janet's words were like a life buoy to my spirits. Suddenly I remembered that my wife loved me and this was a game we both wanted to play.

 

My mood changed. I started to feel playful. I decided to tease my wife. I jumped out of character and said, "Hey Janet, let's sing our favorite song."

 

My wife stared at me like I was a lunatic.

 

"Come on, I'll start."

 

Our favorite song was an old rock and roll song. I started singing it.

 

Janet laughed, "Robbie you're crazy."

 

"Come on baby, you can do it." I sang another verse.

 

Janet joined in. We sang two verses together and then both of us burst out laughing.

 

Jerome stopped fucking my wife and started chuckling. "Robbie do you realize you're ruining a great fuck?"

 

Janet giggled. "I don't know Jerry, this might turn out to be the most memorable fuck of my entire life."

 

Jerome started pushing his cock in and out of my wife again. "Yeah, well I'm pretty sure I'll never forget it. I've never had a husband try to get his wife to sing an old rock and roll song while I was fucking her."

 

I grinned at Jerome and said, "It happens to me all the time."

 

Jerome and Janet stared at me. Suddenly they both burst out laughing.

 

Jerome shook his head and pulled his cock out of my wife. "I give up." He sat down on the couch, His huge erection glistened from my wife's vaginal secretions.

 

Janet sat down next to her boyfriend and looked at me. "You know I really should whip you for that."

 

I nodded. "Yes I know. I'm sorry, I just couldn't stop myself."

 

Janet grinned at me. "Robbie you really are the most fun man I've ever been around."

 

She turned to Jerome. "Baby, why don't we do your favorite thing for Peanut." She leaned over and kissed his ear. "You know how much you enjoy it."

 

He smiled at Janet. "That's a wonderful idea, let's do it."

 

Janet looked at me. "Peanut, you haven't started the steaks yet have you?"

 

I shook my head. "No Mistress, I haven't."

 

"So everything can just sit for a little while, correct?"

 

I nodded. "Yes, the dinner will be just fine."

 

My wife stood up and pulled Jerome off the couch. When he was standing up his mammoth erection stuck straight out in front of him. It was really quite imposing.

 

Janet got down on her knees and squeezed her large breasts together with her hands. Jerome pushed his cock in between Janet's tits and slowly started fucking them.

 

He'd made several gentle thrusts when suddenly the huge head of his penis emerged from Janet's cleavage. It reminded me of a menacing cobra sticking it's head out of a snake charmer's basket. My wife winked at me, leaned her head forward and started licking it. It was obvious that the two of them had done this before.

 

Pangs of envy again started to ripple through me. Jerome was doing something to my wife that I could never do. My penis simply wasn't big enough.

 

Jerome smiled at me. "Peanut, I love to titty fuck your wife."

 

Janet giggled. "I love it to, it's my favorite way to lick Jerome's cock."

 

Jerome and Janet fell into an easy rhythm. He pumped his erect penis back and forth between my wife's huge breasts while she kissed and licked his cock head every time it popped out from her cleavage.

 

Jerome stepped closer to Janet and pushed his cock into her face. My wife responded immediately. She put his stiff member in her mouth and started sucking and licking him.

 

Suddenly Jerome stepped back, grabbed his cock and started pumping it. He gave it three firm strokes. On the third stroke a big spurt of semen shot from the tip and landed on my wife's chest.

 

Jerome kept pumping his erection. Four more large spurts of semen streamed from the tip of his cock and splattered all over my wife's breasts.

 

Janet was giggling.

 

Gradually the spurts of semen turned into dribbles and Jerome's cock started to shrivel. As it grew smaller, a tiny stream of cum continued to ooze from the little mouth in the head of his penis.

 

Janet turned to me and wiggled her finger. "Come here Cuckboy. Let's see how much you really know about the cuckold life style."

 

I started to walk over to my wife but she stopped me. "It think you'd better crawl over here on your hands and knees Cuckie." Janet chuckled. "I think Jerome and I just did a wonderful job of establishing that you are in fact a bona fide pussy boy cuckold."

 

I got on my knees and crawled over to my wife. When I got there I looked up at Janet.

 

She grinned at me and said, "Peanut what does a good cuckold do when his wife's lover cums on her breasts."

 

Suddenly I realized what Janet was about to make me do. Last night when I was licking her pussy Janet made me it clear to me that Brad Thomas had cum inside her. But that was different. Over an hour had passed between the time that Brad came inside my wife and the time I had to lick her cunt. Most of his semen had already dried up by then.

 

Jerome's cum was fresh, warm and running down my wife's breasts.

 

"Peanut answer me. What does a well behaved Cuckboy do when another man cums on his Mistress's breasts."

 

I took a deep breath and said, "He licks it up Mistress."

 

"Are you a well behaved Cuckboy?"

 

"Yes Mistress Janet, I am."

 

"Well then." My wife reached down and pulled me up so I was lying on top of her. "I believe it's time for you to prove that Cuckboy."

 

I very tentatively took a taste of Jerome's cum. It was still warm. I gagged.

 

  

  

"Cuckboy get to work. Jerome and I are getting impatient. We want our dinner."

 

I leaned over, closed my eyes and took a big lick of Jerome's semen. I just barely managed to control my gag reflex and swallowed all of it.

 

I leaned over again and took another big lick. As I swallowed it I heard Jerome say, "Holy fucking shit! He's licking up my cum."

 

I think that might very well have been the most humiliating moment of my entire life. However, since I happen to be a masochistic submissive wimp, it may also have been the most exciting.

 

I quickly licked up the rest of Jerome's cum. When I was done Janet patted me on the head and said, "Peanut, you were a very good boy, you did a wonderful job of cleaning up the big man's mess."

 

She stood up. "Now it's time for the adults to go into their bedroom and change into more comfortable clothes while their little slaveboy gets their dinner ready."

 

My wife grabbed Jerome's hand and said, "Come on sweetheart, let's go freshen up before dinner."

 

I turned to walk into the dining room. When I got to the doorway I looked back. The pangs of jealousy and envy returned when I saw my beautiful naked wife leading her naked boyfriend into their master bedroom so they could clean up together.

 

I put all three steaks on the grill at the same time. Janet and I both liked our steaks medium rare. My wife had informed me earlier in the day that Jerome liked his steak cooked the same way.

 

While the steaks were cooking I tore up a head of lettuce and sliced two tomatoes and an avocado. I threw these ingredients into a large wooden salad bowl, added some pine nuts, green peas and olives and tossed everything together with a vinegar and oil salad dressing.

 

As I set the salad aside, I started laughing to myself. According to the current slang on the adult web sites, this was neither the first nor the last time today that I would toss my wife's salad.

 

I turned the steaks and walked through the dining room and living room to my wife's bedroom. When I got there her door was closed.

 

I politely knocked.

 

"Yes Peanut, what do you want?" It was Janet's voice.

 

"Your steaks will be ready in five minutes Mistress."

 

"Thank you Peanut. You may start putting the food on the table in three minutes."

 

I went back to the kitchen and checked the steaks. They were doing very nicely. I filled two glasses with ice water and brought them to the dining room table along with the open bottle of merlot. I ran back into the kitchen and got the bowl of salad and put it on the table. Once that was done it was time for the hot food. Janet preferred to eat her salad as part of the main course.

 

Just as I was putting the twice baked potatoes on the plates I heard my wife's bedroom door open. A moment later she and Jerome walked into the dining room. Jerome was wearing his new bathrobe. My wife's outfit was absolutely unbelievable. She was stunning. Janet was wearing a fishnet body stocking that provided the illusion that she was wearing clothing, but it was only an illusion. This outfit left nothing to the imagination.

 

I stared at my wife as she walked into the dining room.

 

Janet noticed me looking at her and smiled. "Do you like my outfit Cuckboy?"

 

"Yes Mistress, very much. I don't believe that I've ever seen it before, is it new?"

 

She shook her head and casually said, "No I've had it for a long time. It was a gift from Jerome. I only wear it for him."

 

Janet walked over to the chair at the side of the table. My heart sank when she motioned towards the place at the head of the table and said, "Jerome honey you should sit here. I think this afternoon we clearly established that you're now the master of this house."

 

It's the little things like that which make becoming a submissive cuckold slave difficult. I had not only lost my seat at the dining room table, but my seat at the head of the table was now occupied by another man. I would have been much happier if Janet had occupied that seat herself; but she chose to give my place to her boyfriend.

 

I served the steaks. Janet gave me an approving smile when she saw Jerome's porterhouse. It was huge.

 

Once all of the food was on the table, I poured the wine.

 

Janet sampled it and smiled at me. "Cuckboy, this wine is fabulous."

 

I politely bowed. "Thank you Mistress Janet, I tried hard to find something that would please you."

 

Janet pulled me down so that my face was next to hers and whispered. "Robbie, take the bottle into the kitchen and pour a glass for yourself. This wine really is something special. You have to try it."

 

That was the only moment of respite for me during the entire dinner. Otherwise I was treated with utter disdain while my wife and her boyfriend quietly chatted and enjoyed their meal.

 

My only involvement in the dinner was as a slave and my wife demanded diligent service from me. Janet and Jerome did nothing for themselves. I was ordered to stand at attention next to the kitchen door so that I would be available to satisfy my wife's slightest whim.

 

The demands were unending.

 

"Peanut, Mr. Turner would like more salad." "We would like some more wine." "My man needs fresh ice cubes for his water." "Fetch me the salt and pepper." (It was on the table immediately in front of my wife, but it was beneath her to reach for it.)

 

When they finished eating Janet turned to me and said, "Peanut the meal was excellent. You may clear our dirty dishes and serve us coffee."

 

She paused for a moment to think. "Peanut there are some chocolates in the cupboard. Put a half dozen on a plate and serve them with the coffee. They should make an adequate dessert for us."

 

Sadness surged through me as I carried their dirty dishes into the kitchen. The chocolates Janet was referring to were made by a small company in Iowa. They were hand dipped and very expensive. They were a special Valentine's Day present from me to my wife. Janet thought they were wonderful and made a big point of carefully rationing them so that they would last.

 

I put six pieces of chocolate on a plate and carried them into the dining room with the coffee. I set the plate of candies in front of my wife and poured their coffee. When I was done I picked up the rest of the dirty dishes and carried them into the kitchen.

 

I was just finishing my own dinner when I heard Janet's voice. "Slaveboy we would like some more coffee."

 

When I walked into the dining room, my wife was feeding a chocolate to her boyfriend. The plate was empty.

 

"Here darling have the last chocolate." Janet popped the candy into Jerome's mouth. As soon as he ate it she leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

 

As I was pouring the coffee my wife broke off her kiss and turned to me. "Peanut, my man loved your chocolates. I want you to order some more so we always have them on hand when he comes to visit."

 

"Yes Mistress Janet. I'll take care of it tomorrow."

 

Janet patted my butt. "That's a good boy. Now go wash the dishes while we drink our coffee."

 

I went back into the kitchen. I was loading the dishwasher when I again heard Janet's voice.

 

"Slaveboy come out here."

 

I walked into the dining room wondering what my wife wanted now. Janet and Jerome were standing. Jerome had his arm around my nearly naked wife's waist.

 

When she saw me Janet smiled. "Peanut, Jerome and I are going to go into the bedroom to play some adult games. We want to be left alone. We're going to be doing grown up things that really don't concern a little cuckboy like you.

 

My wife walked over to me and kissed my forehead. "When you're done cleaning the kitchen you may go into the den, turn on the television and watch cartoons until the big man is done playing with me."

 

Janet turned to Jerome and picked up his hand. "Come on lover, let's go have some fun."

 

Jerome shook his head. "Janet, you are evil."

 

My wife giggled and said, "Stud man, flattery will get you everywhere."

 

They were both laughing as they disappeared into Janet's bedroom. When my wife's boyfriend closed the door behind them I felt like I was about three feet tall.

 

After I finished cleaning the kitchen I poured myself a cup of coffee and walked to the den. I was still wearing my Tinkerbell tee shirt and my pink crotchless panties.

 

To get to the den I had to pass by the door to my wife's bedroom. The sounds coming from inside the room made it explicitly clear that my wife and her boyfriend were having a very good time.

 

Listening to the sounds of your wife making love to another man might be more difficult than actually seeing her doing it. When you can only hear the sounds your wife is making while another man is fucking her, you become acutely aware of exactly how much pleasure she is actually receiving from the act. It sounded like Jerome was giving my wife a very large helping of pleasure.

 

I quickly realized that standing outside that door listening to the sounds my wife made while her boyfriend fucked her was an unhealthy way for me to pass time. I shook my head, moved down the hall to the den, turned on the television and sat down.

 

I did understand that technically Janet instructed me to watch cartoons, but I assumed that was more of a taunt than a direction so I turned on an NBA game. The Pistons were playing the Celtics. It looked like an entertaining game. I took a sip of coffee, settled back in my chair and watched.

 

It was a very good game. The time passed quickly.

 

At about 7:45 I heard the door to my wife's bedroom open. A moment later Jerome appeared in the entrance to the den.

 

"Peanut, I have to go home; my wife will be wondering what happened to me."

 

I stood up. "I'll walk to the front door with you."

 

For a moment we walked in silence. I'm not sure either of us knew exactly what to say.

 

When we got to the living room Jerome said, "Robbie I still don't know what to think about this afternoon and evening." He chuckled. "I do know that I had a good time."

 

I stopped and stared at him. "Jerome, so did I."

 

He smiled at me. "Good, I was worried that I might have offended you."

 

I laughed. "You did, but I would have been disappointed if you hadn't."

 

He nodded. "I think I understand."

 

When we got to the front door I opened it. As he was about to leave I said, "Jerome, my wife needs you; please come back."

 

Jerome stared at me for a moment. Finally he said, "I need her to, I'd like to come back." He paused. "You do understand that I'm not a threat to you."

 

"Yes, I understand."

 

He started to walk out the door, but suddenly stopped. "Hey Robbie, that was the best steak dinner I've ever eaten."

 

"I'm glad you liked it. The weather is getting warmer. The steaks are much better when they're cooked outside on the charcoal grill."

 

He grinned at me. "I'd like to try one of those slave boy."

 

I smiled. "I'd like to cook one for you Mr. Turner."

 

He nodded. "I'll look forward to it."

 

Jerome walked down the steps. When he was on the front sidewalk he stopped one more time and looked back. "I almost forgot, I'm supposed to tell you that Janet wants you to come to her bedroom."

 

"Thanks, I have a feeling I know what she wants."

 

I closed the front door and went to my wife's bedroom. Her door was closed. I knocked.

 

"Yes?"

 

"It's me Mistress Janet. Mr. Turner said that you wanted to see me."

 

"Peanut you may come in."

 

I opened the door and entered my wife's bedroom. Janet was lying in the middle of the bed that used to be ours. She was naked. The covers were all pulled down to the foot of the bed. My wife's legs were brazenly spread apart. Her cunt was stretched open. She'd obviously been having intercourse. There was a small pool of fresh semen on the sheets directly below her pussy. I couldn't help staring at her.

 

  

  

When she noticed where I was looking she smiled at me and said, "I'm sure you can see that I've had a very exciting evening. Jerome is a real stud."

 

I nodded politely. "Yes Mistress, I could hear you when I was in the den. It sounded like you were having a good time."

 

Janet winked at me. "Peanut I wasn't having a good time, I was having a wonderful time. There's nothing like getting fucked by a real man. Look at how Jerome's big dick stretched my cunt. It felt so good."

 

She started laughing. "If you tried fuck me with your little pee pee right now, neither of us would feel a thing."

 

It was evident that my wife was still feeling very dominant. She was taking every opportunity to taunt me about her lovemaking session with Jerome.

 

Janet looked down at her cunt. "Peanut, it looks like my boyfriend left quite a mess."

 

She leered at me. "My boyfriend always makes a lot of cum. I'll bet he never jerks off. Of course between his wife and me, he's getting so much pussy that he probably never has time to jerk off."

 

Janet traced the edges of her stretched out cunt with the tip of her finger. "Look at all this cum."

 

She looked up at me and wiggled that same finger at me. "Come here Peanut, this is the perfect cleanup job for a good little cuckboy like you."

 

I got on the bed and crawled in between Janet's legs.

 

"Start with the pool of cum on the sheets."

 

I closed my eyes and started licking Jerome's semen off of the sheets. This time I was prepared for the taste and consistency, so I was able to control my gag reflex.

 

  

As soon as the sheets were clean Janet sat up and pulled me up by my dog collar. "Cuckboy, roll over."

 

I did as I was told. When I was lying on my back Janet straddled my head, sat down and pressed her cum dripping cunt against my lips.

 

Once she was comfortably seated my wife laughed. "You really are a very well behaved pet."

 

Janet started rocking back and forth on my face. As she moved, a river of warm semen ran into my mouth. For the next several minutes I licked and swallowed Jerome's cum as it leaked out of my wife's gaping cunt.

 

My wife finally seemed to tire of this game and leaned forward. "Slaveboy, suck on my clit. Make me cum one more time before I go to sleep tonight."

 

I put my lips around Janet's clit, sucked it into my mouth and started flicking it with my tongue. Janet was already aroused so it wasn't long before she arched her back and had another orgasm.

 

When her climax started to subside my wife rolled off of my face, lay back on her pillows and closed her eyes. I rolled over onto my stomach. For the next few moments I lay between her legs and watched her. Janet was the picture of serenity.

 

Just when I was beginning to think she was asleep my wife opened her eyes and smiled at me. After a moment she said, "Peanut, you've been a very well behaved little slave this afternoon. You deserve a nice reward." She sat up and patted my cheek. "I know just what will make a little wimp like you happy."

 

Janet rolled over onto her stomach, reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. "There you are slave boy, enjoy." She started giggling. "Feel free to lick my asshole all you want while you jerk off."

 

After spending the entire afternoon watching my wife fawn over and make love to another man, this may have been the ultimate indignity. Jerome had just spent the past few hours enjoying my wife in anyway he wanted and now this was all I was being offered.

 

As I lay there looking at my wife's gorgeous ass I realized that I was her slave and my goddess was being generous. She could have chosen to send me to my room without any release at all.

 

I took a deep breath, pressed my lips against Janet's ass and pushed my tongue into her anus. At the same time I started stroking myself. It was a matter of seconds before my tiny penis was spurting its little dribble of semen.

 

After I was done ejaculating I sat up. "Mistress I'm finished."

 

Janet rolled over and giggled. "Did you have fun cuckboy?"

 

I nodded. "Yes Mistress Janet. It was an honor to be able to lick your asshole and I thank you for allowing me to jerk off."

 

Janet patted my head. "It was my pleasure slave boy."

 

My wife was silent for a moment and then she stretched and yawned. "Peanut, I've had a big day. I'm tired, I think it's time for you to go to your room so I can go to sleep."

 

My heart sank. I was hoping that Janet might let me sleep with her.

 

I got off of the bed and stood up. "I'm sorry Mistress Janet. I didn't mean to overstay my welcome."

 

Janet smiled. "You're excused slave boy. Just don't let it happen again."

 

"I understand Mistress Janet, it won't."

 

My wife rolled over so her back was facing me. "Good, I'm glad you understand, now leave."

 

I stared at Janet for a moment and then I meekly started for her bedroom door.

 

Janet stopped me. "Slaveboy, aren't you going to kiss your Mistress goodnight."

 

My heart soared. I eagerly turned. I was ready to smother my wife with kisses when I saw her holding her right foot in the air.

 

She started giggling. "Here slaveboy, kiss my toes."

 

I returned to my wife's bed and gave her foot a series of gentle kisses.

 

When I was done with her right foot, Janet lifted her left foot. "And now this one."

 

Once I was finished kissing each of my wife's toes I gently laid her foot on her bed and started to leave her bedroom. When I reached the door I hesitated for a moment. I was hoping that Janet would stop me and invite me to spend the night sharing her bed. She didn't, so I left her room and sadly walked down to my new bedroom.

 

As soon as I got into my room I pulled off my panties and Tinkerbell tee shirt and removed my dog collar.

 

I set the dog collar on my new dresser and went across the hall to my new bathroom. I took a quick shower. When I was done I brushed my teeth, went back to my bedroom, put on a pair of clean gym shorts and climbed into bed.

 

Sunday afternoon and evening had been an emotional roller coaster for me. My wife had just spent the day methodically stripping away all of my rights and privileges as an adult male. It was true, I did have a good time; but even though Janet frequently made it clear that she loved me, watching her freely give those rights and privileges to another man was emotionally traumatic. I was tired and my spirits were down.

 

The casual manner in which she'd just sent me to my room made me feel even lower. For a few moments I sat on the edge of my bed with my face buried in my hands. I felt like crying.

 

Finally I managed to pull myself together. The past twenty-four hours had been a combination of intense excitement and emotional trauma. I realized that I was exhausted. I sighed and tried to focus my attention on the wonderfully erotic games we'd played. After a few moments I started to feel much better. I was beginning to understand that life as my wife's slave was going to be an incredibly exciting adventure.

 

I picked up my book and was just starting to read when I heard a light knock on my door and a very soft voice say, "Robbie."

 

I sat up and swung my feet onto the floor. Once I was sitting on the side of the bed I said, "Janet, please come in."

 

The bedroom door opened. My wife stepped into my room. All she was wearing was a pair of pink thong panties. For a moment I just gazed at her. As far as I was concerned, Janet was the most beautiful woman in the entire world.

 

My wife stood inside the door and stared at me. Finally she sighed and said, "Robbie do you hate me?"

 

I smiled at her. "Of course not. What would make you say such a thing?"

 

She bit her lower lip. "Sweetheart, I was so awful to you today."

 

I shook my head and patted the spot next to me on the bed. "Please come over and sit down."

 

Janet walked over to the side of the bed. Tears wear running down her cheeks.

 

I got up, put my arms around her and whispered into her ear. "Everything is okay. You didn't do anything wrong."

 

I sat back down on the edge of the bed and gently pulled her down next to me. Once we were both seated I said, "Now tell me why you're so upset."

 

Janet started to cry. "Robbie, I was so mean to you today. You're the kindest most wonderful man I've ever met. I love you more than anyone in the world. How can I be so cruel to you?"

 

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Did you enjoy it?"

 

She stared at me. After a moment she said, "Well yes, but..."

 

I kissed her again. "So did I."

 

I picked up Janet's right hand and held it between both of my hands. "Baby, I loved it when you were being dominant this afternoon."

 

"But I made you watch while another man fucked me and I called you names and I..."

 

"I know, and some of the things you did made me feel bad."

 

Janet looked into my eyes. "Sweetie I'm so sorry."

 

"No, they were supposed to make me feel bad. That's the point."

 

Janet shrugged. "Robbie all of this is so confusing."

 

I nodded. "I know, but we're both smart people who love each other. We'll figure all of this out."

 

I put my arm around my wife. She snuggled up to me and we quietly hugged each other.

 

After a moment I whispered to her. "Do you feel better now."

 

Janet sat up and looked a me. "No, I don't."

 

"What else is wrong?"

 

"Robbie I hated today."

 

"What do you mean? You enjoyed the sex you got from Jerome didn't you?"

 

"Well yes, of course I did."

 

"And we played some fun domination games didn't we?"

 

"Yes, but this was Sunday. Robbie I didn't get to do the Sunday crossword with you. We didn't have coffee and toast at the dining room table together. I didn't get to sit in the kitchen with you and drink wine while you made dinner."

 

Janet shook her head. "Robbie, we had a wonderful bottle of wine today and we didn't get to talk about it like we always do. I love it when we drink our wine and talk about why we like it or don't like it." She giggled, "I don't think either of us knows what we're talking about, but it's still fun."

 

My wife shrugged. "Baby we didn't get to have our usual Sunday and I love our Sunday's."

 

I patted Janet's hand. "I have an idea."

 

"What is it?"

 

"How about if we designate Sunday as wife husband day."

 

"Can we do that?"

 

"I laughed. "Janet honey this is our life, we can do anything we want."

 

"Maybe Saturday could be Mistress slave day."

 

I grinned at her. "That sounds like a wonderful idea." I leaned over and kissed Janet's cheek. "Sweetheart we have lots of time to work all of this out."

 

My wife kissed me. "Robbie, you're the smartest man in the whole world."

 

I chuckled. "It's a good thing you feel that way, because I have the tiniest dick in the world."

 

Janet rubbed my crotch and giggled. "Yes you do Peanut, and I am madly in love with your tiny little dick."

 

"Yeah, just as long as you have a steady supply of great big dicks for sucking and fucking."

 

Janet winked at me. "That is true cuckboy, but right now I want to suck some tiny dick. Can I use yours?"

 

"I can't think of anything I'd like more."

 

Janet went down on me. This was actually the first time she'd ever tried to give me a second orgasm during a session of lovemaking.

 

I playfully mentioned it to her. "I am honored, this is the first time you've ever tried to make me cum two times in the same night."

 

My wife stopped what she was doing and sat up. "Are you serious?"

 

I nodded, "Yes."

 

Janet stared at me for a moment. Finally she said, "I think you're right."

 

She got very quiet. "Robbie, that's awful. I've been terrible to you."

 

My wife stared at the floor for a long time. Finally she looked up at me. "Robbie honey I am so sorry. I think I can explain, but it still doesn't excuse me."

 

She took a deep breath. "You cum quickly and you have a tiny cock, that's part of it; but you also eat pussy better than any man I've ever met."

 

I grinned at Janet. "I like doing it."

 

She laughed. "Baby that's obvious and you are an absolute artist with your tongue."

 

Janet got quiet for a moment. Finally she said, "I suppose that is the real reason."

 

I stared at my wife with a puzzled expression. "I don't understand."

 

She shrugged. "You're so good at eating my pussy and your cock is tiny."

 

Janet closed her eyes. "I had all those other guys with big cocks and they felt so good in my cunt and my mouth so I was getting plenty of satisfaction. Your cock was so tiny, but you were so good with your tongue."

 

She giggled. "It really is a thrill when you start licking me."

 

My wife stopped for a moment. When she spoke again her voice was very quiet. "I'm sorry honey. but I guess I just got into the habit of finishing you as quickly as I could so I could feel your tongue in my pussy."

 

Janet sighed. "I really have been very selfish with you. Can you ever forgive me?"

 

I squeezed my wife's hand. "Of course I can forgive you, but I'm not certain there's anything to forgive."

 

I took a moment and collected my thoughts. "Janet, when I look back on our two years together, I now understand that I've always felt like the submissive partner in our marriage. Maybe you're right, maybe you could have tried to pay more attention to giving me pleasure; but I'm not sure I would have liked that. In the past twenty-four hours we have established very clearly that you enjoy being dominant and I enjoy being submissive."

 

I grinned at my wife. "I love licking your pussy. I'm proud of the fact that I am good at it."

 

Janet winked at me. "I definitely married the right man."

 

I nodded, "Yes you did. We were very lucky that we found each other. You're my ying and I'm your yang. We belong together."

 

I shrugged, "I suppose you're right. You could have given me more opportunities to give you lousy sex with my tiny dick, but I think we found a much more mutually satisfying way to express our love. Janet, you weren't being selfish. We were both inadvertently giving each other exactly what we wanted."

 

I smiled at my wife. "And now that everything is out in the open our possibilities are limitless."

 

My wife threw her arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. "Peanut, I love you so much."

 

After a moment Janet pushed me down on the bed so I was lying on my back. She kneeled next to me, pulled my gym shorts down and lowered her face to my crotch. I fluffed up a pillow and put it under my head so I could watch as she put my tiny penis into her mouth. This was a wonderful treat. My wife rarely sucked my cock.

 

Having had orgasm less than a half hour earlier did make a difference. I didn't cum immediately. I lasted for over five minutes. I didn't have the control that Jerome had demonstrated, but I lasted long enough to allow Janet to do some of the same wonderful things that she'd done to her boyfriend.

 

My wife started by sucking on the head of my penis while she played with my balls, then she held my cock up and licked the underside of my tiny shaft. This was wonderful. I'd never imagined that anything could feel that good. After that she licked my balls while she stroked my tiny penis. Janet was giving me her finest effort. It was fabulous.

 

When she was done licking my balls Janet put my little erection back in her mouth and stroked my cock while she sucked me. This put me over the edge. I came almost immediately.

 

Janet kept my cock in her mouth while I ejaculated. When I was done she pushed herself up the bed so that her face was even with my face. She was smiling as she pressed her lips against my lips and pushed my semen into my mouth with her tongue.

 

  

"Swallow it baby, swallow all of it."

 

As soon as I swallowed my cum Janet put her arms around me and giggled. "Robbie we're going to have so much fun together."

 

I smiled at my wife. "I never imagined that anything could be that wonderful."

 

Suddenly Janet got very quiet.

 

I looked at her. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

 

"Robbie I'm so sorry that I haven't been doing that for you ever since we met."

 

I kissed her forehead. "I think we already put that issue to rest. Janet I cherish every minute that we've spent together. I wouldn't change a thing."

 

Janet sighed. "Robbie you're a wonderful man."

 

I kissed my wife's cheek. "Would you like me to go down on you one more time before we go to sleep."

 

Janet shook her head. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I love it when you eat my pussy, but Jerome really wore me out this evening. I think I just want to go to sleep. Is that okay?"

 

I smiled. "It's just fine."

 

My wife put her head on my shoulder and cuddled up to me.

 

We lay together silently. After several minutes. Janet rolled over and looked at me. "Robbie when we have wife husband day on Sundays can we have wife husband sex on Sunday nights?"

 

"I think that would be wonderful."

 

She giggled. "Next Sunday I want to see how many times we can make little Robbie stand up."

 

I started laughing. "I can't wait."

 

Janet cuddled up to me again. We were both almost asleep when I quietly whispered, "I still want to be your little cuckold slave."

 

My wife sighed. "And I still want to torment my little cuckold slave."

  

  

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