Cuckolded

[RegularJoe]

It is one thing to know your wife has had intimate relations with another man during your marriage, and quite another to directly observe such activity.

On Monday I completed the chores Beth had assigned me to prepare for Murray's New Year's Eve visit. I found keeping very busy was much easier than thinking too much about what was in store for the evening....though my mind constantly wandered back to the gritty reality of the situation, versus my long-time cuckold fantasies.

Beth, as usual, was completely unperturbed, and quite matter of fact, as she monitored my progress. When I grabbed some crisp camel colored sheets (a favorite of hers...we must have at least 6 sets) out of the linen closet, she told me to get the black linens...which she generally abhors because they immediately show every bit of lint and trace of semen and vaginal fluids. At that point I fully understood that my wife had every intention to make me experience the reality of what I had asked for....however obliquely.

When I asked her what she thought I should prepare for dinner (I do most of cooking anyway...and I'm pretty good at it), she said "something light, that won't bog our guest down all night...go easy on the alcohol you serve too!" When I returned from the store with some small sirloins and baking potatoes, she looked at my purchase, smiled, and said, "I didn't mean you, Joseph...there's no reason you can't indulge yourself with a decently sized meal this evening." The meaning certainly wasn't lost on me.

I started to prepare dinner, and Beth retired to the bedroom to 'prepare' for our dinner guest...spending far more time doing so than she would for our normal run of dinner guests....I suppose the intent was to let me 'swing in the wind'. Intended, or not, that was the effect.

Murray was due to arrive about 7:30, so I began to set the table....when the doorbell rang. I started for the door, when Beth hollered that "she'd get it." I waited for her at the base of the stairs. As she walked down the stairs, I saw she was wearing one of my favorites...the little 'black cocktail dress'....usually reserved for parties, and always the prelude to a night of lengthy love-making.

She asked, "How do I look?" I'm certain I must have let out an audible gasp when I became aware of the fact she was wearing no bra, and my mouth must have fallen open when she turned around...lifted the short hem, and displayed her black lacey thong panties. The impact was quite visceral...jealousy, lust, and absolute humiliation; this show wasn't for me (though it was in a very real sense....a banquet I could only look at...prepared for another man....the man ringing our doorbell).

I remained wordless, when she said, "Silly, don't be rude....let's greet our guest!" I opened the door, extended my hand, which Murray grasped weakly....totally distracted by my wife's appearance....the cold night air further encouraging her already rather prominent nipples to stand very erect under the sheer fabric.

Murray stood transfixed, but obviously quite uncomfortable with the situation....looking like he was ready to retreat back down the walkway. He sheepishly asked, "Joe, are you really good with this?"

I hesitated....part of me definitely wasn't 'good with this', while another part found my humiliating and impending predicament indisputably stimulating.

Before I could fully consider a response, Beth (ever 'unflappable') took charge and said, "Nonsense Murray, you wouldn't be here if he had any misgivings about tonight's arrangements, right, Joseph?"

There was really no alternative....to express any reservations would have resulted in Murray's immediate departure, and the certainty of Beth's considerable wrath. She'd worked hard to pursuade Murray to relunctantly fulfill my submissive sexual needs (as well, I suspect, satisfy a few dominant needs of her own), and wouldn't tolerate any deviation from tonight's 'arrangements'.

I forced a smile....and responded, "Murray, we've really been looking forward to you spending New Year's Eve with us!" With that, Murray crossed the threshold, I took his coat, and my wife welcomed him with a rather chaste kiss....taking his hand, and escorting our 'guest' to the living room...while I hung his coat in the foyer closet.

I was (and wasn't) surprised to find Beth sitting next to him on the couch, when I returned to the front room....her hand reassuringly placed on his knee... "Joseph, how about a vodka martini for Murray, and a merlot for me?" Murray still looked exceedingly uncomfortable. I headed off to the kitchen to prepare our drinks (I was very much looking forward to a Maker's Mark...neat).

I handed over their drinks, and sat across the room....feeling utterly disoriented as my wife focused her attention on Murray...seeing in her eyes looks that I always presumed to be for me alone. Periodically, she'd stroke his lower thigh....her way of teasing me with just a taste of things to come.

We made awkward small talk...certainly never even touching on the thing that was certainly dominating my mind....that this was all too real.

I suddenly remembered dinner...no big deal; the potatoes were finishing in the oven, due to be wrapped in foil...and it would only take a few minutes to sear the steaks on the Jenn-Air grill. I refreshed Beth's wine glass, and noted that Murray had barely touched his martini. After heading to he kitchen, I poured myself another much needed 'stiff one'.

Once the steaks were done, and the plates set...I returned to the living room...by this time Murray had downed his drink, my wife was giggling, and as I walked into the room, Murray blushed as he pulled his hand from under Beth's dress...her legs slightly splayed. As usual, she was totally comfortable, sitting there in a somewhat provocative pose. I announced that dinner was ready...and we adjourned to he dining room.

Out of habit, I started to sit down at the head of the table....my spot throughout decades of marriage....when Beth touched my arm and said, "Don't you think our guest of honor ought to sit there?"

It was my turn to blush, seriously stung by the shame of my unexpected loss of marital status. Sometimes, it is the small things that hurt the worst. I pulled the chair back for Murray, then Beth's chair...then sat across from her. I felt a bit like an intruder.

We ate, and once again the conversation turned to superficial small talk of work place, the 'fiscal cliff', and everything except what was foremost in everyone's minds. I believe that Beth was the only one actually enjoying the not so subtle currents of tension sweeping my frame....I had the distinct impression that Murray was feeling a good deal of empathy for my emotional state.

We finished dinner (I can hardly remember the details of eating....I was so focused on every nuance of their interaction), I cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher, and suddenly we were stuck with several hours of time to kill before midnight. What to do?

Ever the problem solver, Beth decided we'd watch shitty horror movies on netflix until midnight turned into the start of 2013. She's always loved such fare...the gorier, the better. So we laughed and talked our way through several nauseating and poorly made movies. For short periods of time (mere moments, actually) I almost forgot why Murray was really there....even though it seemed that every time I glanced in their direction...Beth had her hands on some part of his body. Nothing overtly sexual, but certainly affectionate and intimate.

Finally, midnight....New Year's Eve....neighborhood fireworks popping, and dogs barking. We toasted each other, Beth and Murray stood up....and embraced each other in an extended and overtly sexual manner....Beth's tongue aggressively exploring Murray's mouth....her hand stroking his crotch. The first time in our many years of marriage that I was not the one enjoying Beth's New Year's kisses.

My wife turned to me, smiled, and gave me a light peck on the lips....and said, "It's bedtime Joseph....give us about 40 minutes if you decide to come up." With Murray in tow, she headed upstairs to our bedroom. I felt a profound sense of hurt, and rejection.

Despite my pain, I still felt overwhelmingly aroused, no doubt aided by years of imagining this situation (though such imaginations cannot possibly approach such a reality), and the fact that Beth had not allowed me to enjoy an orgasm since well before Christmas....lots of teasing, but no relief. I could not resist watching the clock, listening to the master bathroom shower, and envisioning the two of them together...preparing for their ecstacy...fully mindful of my denial. It was sweet, painful, and powerful....I have no idea why, for me, this is fact....it just is.

40 minutes passed...I climbed the stairs, and quietly entered our bedroom, Beth's cries of pleasure very audible before I even reached the landing. Though the lighting was muted, I could plainly see that she was sitting on top of Murray....slowly and repeatedly impaling herself on his erect penis....her ass towards the door, obviously positioned for my view.

She heard me, looked over her shoulder, smiled, blew me a kiss, and gestured with her head for me to take a seat in a chair artfully placed to provide a tantalizing picture. Her eyes filled with lust....she refocused on Murray....who was cupping her swinging breasts....suckling on each of them in turn. He was either unaware, or unconcerned about my presence....I knew what he was experiencing, having enjoyed Beth in just such a position at least a thousand times before...but for the first time as merely a spectator.

Beth has always been a 'gusher', and as she increased her pace, I could directly observe a corresponding increase in the volume of her vaginal secretions....they glistened on his cock on each of her thrusts, and literally ran down his balls to the bedsheets. Murray's nuts began to retract in preparation for ejaculation...and Beth suddenly stopped....turned around to straddle his face....and enveloped his cock with her mouth...looking into my eyes as she sucked him to orgasm.

Murray gasped, ceasing licking, and said, quite unexpectedly, "Joe, you need to go to your room....leave the doors open, but don't disturb us until morning." No doubt Beth had provided the script...but Murray did a very adequate job of delivering the message.

I slunk off to the guest room, hopelessly humiliated, aroused, frustrated, and jealous beyond words....

[RegularJoe]

I sat on the edge of the bed in the guest room...normally where we park relatives, friends, and now, apparently 'my room' during Murray's visits. Well, 'my room' sits almost directly across the hall from our master bedroom, though the door faces off at an angle where the hall runs to the main bathroom. I was actually less than 20 feet from Beth and Murray....and it was quite obvious that my wife had resumed her position sitting on his face.

I could hear her little cries of pleasure, as he sucked and lapped at her clit....I knew those sounds so very well, increasing in intensity and loudness as she approached orgasm. Once you know her 'sweet spots' (and it was obvious that Murray was visiting familiar territory), she 'gets off' quite easily.

And once she comes, she finds any contact with her clitoris almost excruciatingly unbeareable....and she will begin screaming, "No, no, no!!!!" Right on cue, that's exactly what I heard her saying....pulling forward to keep her clit away from Murray's probing tongue...as she forcibly discharged a very impressive quantity of female ejaculant. I'm certain Murray was now enjoying Beth's version of the female 'money shot'....I know it's one of my favorite moments....drenched in her sexual juices.

Once she achieves the release of orgasm, your real servitude is only beginning. You're not going to be touching her clit, but you will be sucking her vagina clean of any semen you may have previously deposited....and inevitably you'll find her working your tongue where she really wants it...deeply probing her anus.

Her sounds become less frantic, her voice one of more relaxed sensuality, and it's not unusual for her to repeatedly tell you to, "lick my dirty asshole clean". Basically, it's Beth enjoying a very naughty power 'trip'....one that could go on for 20 minutes or more...she continually reminds you of what you're doing....quite literally 'rubbing your nose in it'. I knew that, by now, Murray's tongue was deeply up my wife's 'back door'....a place I badly wished to be at the moment.

Beth is capable of fairly extreme sexual cruelty, yet can be one of the most genuinely compassionate and irresistibly sweet women you might ever have the good fortune to know. The Japanese have a folk proverb for such a paradox; each of us have three faces....one that everybody sees, one that only close acqaintances see, and one that we only show ourselves. These 'faces' are not to be confused with western ideas of phoniness or manipulation....each one is quite real. I believe that my wife's 'most hidden face' ...a very cruel face...is only revealed to a select few, under the throes of intense sexual passion. Likewise, It may well be that my most private face....the one that longs for the bliss of submission and sexual humiliation...finds its complement in her sexual dominance and cruelty.

Deciphering the 'audible' clues of their love-making started to make me feel even more resentful, deeply ashamed, humiliated....which further fed my submissive arousal. I'd begged for this....and it was what I deserved...no more, no less. My wife had only done what, in my depravity, I craved. I was very close to triggering my own orgasm as I vicariously experienced Murray's pleasure.....my erect cockskin stretched tight, my balls retracting painfully against the stainless steel locking cockring/basering gap....a device that Beth now insisted I wear 24/7 as a 'reminder' of my status as her 'sexual property'.

Finally, I could her Beth climb off the bed, head to their bathroom for a 'tinkle'....and pad back to Murray's side. I lay awake, unable to sleep, for several hours, listening to their quiet breathing....Murray's gentle snores grating on my frazzled nerves. I thought about reading, but turning a light on might well have resulted in Beth shutting their door. I couldn't risk losing my window into their love bed.

I started to doze off, when I heard Beth's giggle, and the murmur of her companion's voice. The sounds slowly grew louder....I have no idea of what sexual position they had now assumed, but Beth's gutteral cries of "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder", accompanied by Murray's grunting, and bodies slapping wetly together, left little doubt that Beth was enjoying her second 'fuck of the evening'. Miserable, and extremely aroused, this went on for a good 35 minutes. I was truly beginning to understand the sexual attraction Murray held for Beth....she was getting the very best fucking of her life...competently administered by somebody completely out of my league.

The thought depressed me, and my spirits really sank when I heard Beth in the unmistakeble last stages of orgasm...something I've never managed to provide her in decades of intercourse. Maybe I truly did belong in the guest room.

Their room (what a statement) went quiet, and I dozed off.

Suddenly, I became aware of a naked Beth gently shaking me awake....the morning light filtering through the mini-blinds. Confused, I thought she wanted to climb into bed with me...it had all been a bad dream.

My wife laughed...and said, " How about some coffee, sweetheart? Murray has to leave in a couple of hours to pickup his wife and kids at the airport...there's barely time for you to fix him breakfast!"

I sat up, rubbed my face, got my bearings...and headed down to the kitchen to make coffee.

About 20 minutes later I was climbing the stairs with their coffee...and I heard the same sounds of intercourse I'd heard a few hours earlier. My hands shaking, I entered the room....and damned near dropped the cups. Murray had Beth up on 'all fours' aggressively fucking her 'doggy-style'....his hands tightly ahold of her waist....each hard thrust nearly lifting her small body off the bed.....his balls swinging in time with her hanging breasts.

Neither of them paid any attention to my presence...though the clattering of the coffee cups in the saucers certainly must have attracted their attention. I stood there, watching in amazement as Murray gave Beth an extremely hard fucking....eventually driving her to orgasm....and still, he ground away....emptying his nutsac into Beth a good 5 minutes later...finally.....both of them collapsed in an exhausted tangle on the bed.

"Here's your coffee. So, I asked, what do you want for breakfast?"

Beth answered for both of them..."Just some scrambled eggs, a bit of bacon, toast, and some warm coffee. You don't need to bring it up....we'll come down."

Murray had, by this time, lost any vestige of discomfort. He wasn't displaying any cockiness...he now appeared to fully understand that he had his place in this little drama...one that allowed (in fact, encouraged) his continued sexual enjoyment of my wife's body. He smiled, and said, "thanks, Joe!"

I'm certain he didn't understand what drives me to such desires...to want to see another man make love to my wife....but then, neither do I.

[RegularJoe]

I returned to the kitchen, started breakfast, and was mildly surprised to see Beth come down without Murray. Wearing a thick terrycloth robe, she walked up to me, and gave me the first real kiss I'd had in 24 hours, and slipped her hand inside my pajama bottoms.....fondling my already erect cock.

I was overcome with grateful emotion, and nearly cried, when she said, "You know I love only you. This is about pleasure...my pleasure....and nothing more. I most certainly enjoy Murray...he gives me things you simply can't...but I love you, not Murray."

She continued, "Was it what you expected?"

"Beth, it was just different than what I expected.....more intense....reality is...just more intense, and more complicated than thinking or fantasizing about something. It's like imagining your first skydive out of a small plane. You can think about it all you want...but when you look out that door...it scares the shit out of you."

I sat there awhile, trying to decide whether it was better, or worse, than I expected. It was both.

Beth said, "Joseph...you know you can't just turn this off or on, like your fantasy....it's not just about you. To put it bluntly, Murray fucks me like you never could. In a way, your fantasy about me making love to another man gave me permission to 'let the Genie out of the box'. Murray will never be your 'bull', but he will continue to be my lover. For years I just thought my inability to come during intercourse was my limitation...I now know it's you."

"Joseph, you know it's true. You're well endowed, but you never learned to use that particular piece of your anatomy very effectively....and you're too old to ever change that habit. One of your 'marathon' fucks lasts maybe 15 minutes....I'm barely getting warmed up by then....Murray can go longer than I'm even able to bear. All these years you've compensated by pleasuring me with your mouth...quite well, I might add. I want both...and now I have two men to give me what I need."

Beth smiled (I could see the cruel side of her being look through those pretty eyes), and said, "There will be a few changes of course....I've always believed that people should do what they do best...you'll continue to provide oral pleasure, and Murray will give me cock. The upside, for Murray anyway, is that his task allows him to regularly come, while your duties really don't require such release....you're going to spending a lot more time hornier than you've ever been...cleaning up Murray's semen, but not enjoying intercourse at anywhere near the frequency you've been accustomed to. But I think that's going to be OK....you're finally going to get your wish; we'll get that nasty old cock of yours caged...you won't be plagued with these constant pesky erections. You can thank your friends at Chastityforum for reassuring me that there's no actual danger posed by such denial."

"Who knows, maybe even Murray will even learn to relish your suffering as much as I do."

[TwistedMister]

I think I got lost here...did a fictional story turn into the relating of real events?

[RegularJoe]

Yes, most definitely.

[someonechris]

Wow Joe, you mustve woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed with complete focus on direction you wanted to send this. I love the way you made the reader attach themselves to the characters and the emotions of the scenes. Awesome work!!! just the way you leave out certin details for the readers imagination to fill and then tease that making the story get better and better each post. Beths character - Beth looked at me, and hissed, "Get over here....you know...what to do." Epic stuff Joe sexy like the clicking of high heels across a hard wood floor. Cant help but to become a Beth fan LOL. Great Work Joe!!! i love it

[RegularJoe]

I think I got lost here...did a fictional story turn into the relating of real events?

Twisted, I'll try later to provide sufficient background information to help readers make some sense of this chaotic missive. No doubt most of the confusion is the result of me attempting to utilize a segment of the forum devoted to fiction to express my cuckold fantasies, as well as provide an account of a non-fictional event. Perhaps the whole thing would have been less problematic in blog format...but I'm not very computer savvy, don't have a lot of time to work on a blog, and (frankly) the people in Chastityforum are just the sort of group I like....decent and respectful....with a few kinks.

For the time being....I've got to roll.

[RegularJoe]

Murray, freshly showered and fully clothed, walked into the kitchen...and sat down at the table. Thankfully, seating order is pretty much a 'free-for-all' in that venue....I was feeling quite hurt after Beth's little discussion regarding 'changes'...and her rather insensitive comments about my 'limitations'. I didn't need any immediate reinforcement regarding my reduced sexual status.

I doubt Beth had discussed much of this with him; he was cheery, friendly...and obviously totally satiated, having spent the entire evening and early morning fucking my wife nearly senseless. He thanked me for the breakfast...which he wolfed down, and for a 'lovely New Year's Eve'...without a trace of insincerity.

I was hoping he was leaving soon, when suddenly Beth looked at me, and said, "Why don't you tell Murray about the chastity cage you're going to be wearing soon!" I could have about died with shame right there. The aspect of the cage, and its Murray 'implications', were something I definitely wasn't ready to deal with sittting at the table with my wife, and her lover.

Murray looked confused, and Beth just smirked, obviously enjoying my discomfort. "Well" she continued, "if he doesn't want to explain it, I will."

[RegularJoe]

Murray asked, "I've read the parts of the website you sent me to, Beth...so I think I understand the 'mechanics' of the whole male chastity thing...and I've accepted the idea that Joe gets off on watching me fuck you....and a whole shitload of other stuff that I don't intend to be involved with, but you're not going to actually lock a cock cage on him, are you? That's kind of harsh...but it's not my business."

Murray sighed, looked at me, shook his head, and said, "Whatever.....I gotta run", walked over to Beth, gave her a kiss, a pat on the butt, and headed out the door.

My wife turned to me, took my hand....and we walked upstairs to 'our' bedroom. Once there, she dropped her robe to the floor, and said, "You and I both know you want this...it's cleanup time. Lay down on the bed."

The black linen bedsheets were covered with the dried fluid remnants of their love-making....'pecker tracks' I'd call them....a term that Beth detests. A man with any pride wouldn't lay in the mess left by another man fucking his wife. Hell, he wouldn't found the thought of her doing so arousing in the least.

My shame and humiliation were tempered by the fact that Beth hadn't let me enjoy an orgasm since before Christmas. From the looks of the linen, it appeared that most of the loads he'd 'injected' had long since run down the crack of her ass. This wasn't about 'cleanup'...it was about putting me in my place.

Beth chided me..".hurry up, or I'll change my mind." My mind was reeling, but my desperately hard cock took control. I laid down amongst his 'leavings', and Beth straddled my face....facing my feet, in her favorite position. She began to lower her ass to my face...and stopped.

"I want to hear you beg for it", she cooed. "Say it....I want you to beg for the privilege of sucking Murray's cum out of my pussy."

I looked up at the 'treasures' I so badly craved. I could smell the musk of her well fucked pussy, swallowed what little pride I had left, and grovelled, "Beth, please let me suck Murray's cum out of your pussy...."

She laughed, and lowered her butt a bit closer...close enough that I could just barely graze her wet labia with the tip of my tongue...and said, "Say 'pretty please'". I started to speak, when she said, "To hell with it"...and slammed her crotch down hard on my mouth...my nose nestled in her asshole...."Start sucking...you'd better get every drop of his cum."

I damn near ejaculated....feverishly licking and sucking her rapidly enlarging clit...increasingly exposed as its hood retracted. She was enjoying my humiliation and frantic feeding...flooding my face with her juices...no doubt mixed with Murray's.

As orgasm approached, her bucking increased to the point I had to be careful I didn't let her clit slide across my teeth. Suddenly, she was done....and moved forward so that I could only service her puckering anus. I knew the drill...time for one of the anal tongue fucks she finds so satisfying.

After about 20 minutes, Beth was completely spent....and collapsed on the bed. I was still without relief, and she often rewards me by sucking me off or at least penetrating her tight pussy with my suffering cock. I asked if I could 'have' her?

"I don't think so....Murray worked me over pretty good, and my pussy is raw. Maybe this weekend. You might as well get used to not coming very often". Beth got out of bed and turned on the shower...waiting for it to warm up....touched the tip of my painfully engorged penis, laughed, and said, "Best New Year's Eve ever, wasn't it, sweetheart?

I heard the shower door slide open, then shut...contemplating jerking off....when she stuck her head out of the bathroom, and said, "I better not catch you touching that damn thing....is that clear"?

It's now Saturday evening...I've still not been granted relief....and we're still sleeping on those 'jizzed up' sheets, a constant reminder of Murray. Although Beth has allowed me enter her, after 'adequate oral service' (as she puts it) but I'm only allowed to keep it in place while she rides it...praising Murray's cock all the while.....and getting warned that ejaculation will have 'dire consequences'. She's repeatedly told me that I'd better get used to being in a state of constant frustrated arousal...that it's all I deserve.

All I know is that I've never been this miserable, or so excruciatingly humbled, in my entire life. Maybe this is just a phase I have to go through...and maybe it will indeed be easier when the 'damn thing' is finally wrapped in steel.

[TwistedMister]

No doubt most of the confusion is the result of me attempting to utilize a segment of the forum devoted to fiction to express my cuckold fantasies, as well as provide an account of a non-fictional event. Perhaps the whole thing would have been less problematic in blog format...but I'm not very computer savvy, don't have a lot of time to work on a blog, and (frankly) the people in Chastityforum are just the sort of group I like....decent and respectful....with a few kinks.

Perhaps it would be clearer if 'fact' were in the 'Journey' forum and fantasy in the 'Fiction' forum?