Re: Cuckolded
Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 9:16 pm
Though I would not go so far as to say that watching Murray fuck my wife was becoming 'hum-drum', but it has certainly developed into a regular weekly occurrence. It's simply a given that he'll show up for at least a few hours on Saturday or Sunday (occasionally both days, and sometimes mid-week) to take his pleasures. I know my place...during such visits, I am no more than a sexual accessory....used for preparation, sexual enhancement, and cleanup.
So...it was with considerable anticipation (and no small degree of worry) that I looked forward to our upcoming anniversary, the first one that would occur under this new 'arrangement'. For many years we had celebrated the date by staying in same landmark hotel, suite, and bed that we'd consummated our union on our wedding night. A tradition.
While I very much hoped that Beth would wish to continue the renewal of our marital commitment, I had learned tht such presumptions could be dangerous. Our world was now 'upside-down'.....and I was on the bottom, so to speak, so it was with considerable trepidation that I broached the subject.....could we spend our anniversary evening as we always had, or should I cancel our longstanding reservation?
Beth's response was reassuring, "Of course we will, silly....we're still a happily married couple. It's our special night; just like every year. He'll be out of town with his little family, so it will just be you and me, Sweetheart!"
My heart rose at the thought of an entire evening alone with my wife....no cage, and no Murray. He hadn't allowed me to come in weeks, and my caged cock instantly expanded to the limits of the JB. Beth smiled at my obvious discomfort and said, "Just a little while longer, baby....I can see you're really hurting", and gently stroked my trapped and painfully engorged testicles (though her sympathy wasn't sufficient to stop her from pinching the hell out of my nipples...something that drives me crazy).
The morning of the big day arrived, and Beth took her key....unlocked and removed the padlock....gently pulling the cage, and baserings off my cock. She lovingly caressed my rapidly hardening penis, and remarked, "Murray said this could be off for the weekend." I was so very grateful....and almost ejaculated.
I hadn't been 'uncaged' for more than 20 minutes in a very long time...no longer than was necessary for Beth to enjoy riding my hard cock, and then place my frustrated little friend back in lock-up....with the aid of some frozen peas. A tease that was generally rewarded with an opportunity to suck and lick her to orgasm as she roughly fucked my face. Even when released and rewarded with a 'sloppy seconds' opportunity to come to orgasm during one of Murray's visits, time unlocked was never more than long enough to empty my cock.
I 'swung free' for the entire day. What a glorious feeling! An afternoon of accompanying Beth to Victoria's Secrets, and body lotion shops.....the only unsettling spot when she'd ask me if I thought "would Murray like this?" after the purchase of a leather bustier that didn't quite manage to cover the tops of her rather large areolas.
Dinner was torture. I had earlier taken a cialis.....I had every intention of making as much use of my unfettered cock as possible, in the brief time available. I'm sure I was continually dripping precum....so many throbbing erections, Beth's hand resting lightly on my thigh....several vodka martinis....and finally, up to 'the room'. Just the two of us in the elevator, Beth's hand inside my trousers, stroking my leaking member. She smiled, and said, "My, you're an eager little boy, aren't you?" as she licked a finger wet with my cock-drool.
Once in our room, she began to undress, and suggested that we shower.
I had not been allowed to shower with Beth for months....that was now Murray's perogative...but she beckoned me into the stall, where I fell to my knees....gratefully suckling at her breasts, clit, and gently tonguing her anus as she helpfully spread her buttocks apart....moaning with lust. I was in heaven.
We toweled off, and sat on the edge of the bed, kissing like newlweds, her cunt fragrant and juicy as I fingered her swollen clit.....her hand slowly milking me....as she moved her head towards my cock, enveloping its tip with her lips, swirling my glans with her tongue.....and suddenly there was a gentle tapping at the door.
I looked at Beth, and asked, "Did you order room service?"
" No" she responded, "but you'd better see who it is."
I grabbed my hotel robe, and opened the door.....and there stood Murray, smiling, with a bottle of champagne in one hand, and a wrapped present in the other. You could have picked my jaw (and my heart) off the floor.
"Why, it's Murray....what a surprise! Aren't you going to invite him in?"
Her face openly revealed that his arrival was anything but a 'surprise', as her eyes took on a cruel glint. I was speechless, but moved backward from the doorway as he entered, and closed the door behind him.
My wife stood nude before him, and he gazed at her with obvious lust...his cock visibly hardening against the light fabric of his trousers. He moved towards her, caressing her erect nipples before they engaged in a passionate kiss....his tongue probing where mine had been only moments before....one hand gently exploring the cleft of her ass.
Finally, he looked me and said, "Joe, drop the robe....we want to see if you're enjoying your anniversary."
I reluctantly did so, and they gazed at my rock hard penis, ever so slightly bobbing with each beat of my breaking heart....a thin streamer of pre-cum running from its tip.
Murray laughed...."I'll take that as a 'yes', Joe!"
They broke their embrace, and my wife retrieved her purse from the sofa....and pulled out my Jailbird. She held it in the palm of her hand, and said,"Joseph, put this on.....it's time we got down to business here...there's only one unlocked cock when Murray's around...and it isn't yours."
Though I could get the baserings over my cock and testicles easily enough, the cage presented a serious problem....my erection wasn't going away, and between the effects of the cialis, and the humiliation of of their enjoyment at my plight....I was in a very bad way....and extremely aroused in my shame.
Beth giggled and said, "Murray, you're still dressed....how about going down the hall to get a bucket of ice....we're going to need it to get that silly boner of his under control....and for the champagne as well."
Murray headed out the door to the icemaker, and I took the opportunity to ask Beth why she was doing this to me......wasn't this to be our weekend together?
Beth began, "Your look when you opened the door, and saw Murray, was simply priceless. You need to get one thing straight....Murray always 'gets first rights of refusal', so to speak....his needs comes first....and he truly does come first...pun intended." Any hint or trace of her earlier affection for me was gone.
"You'll have your time alone with me, uncaged, if you perform as expected...but first you're going to spend some time pleasing us....with that mouth of yours. And Murray has a little anniversary surprise just for you."
Beth grew solemn as she said the following words,"I know you're hurt...that was the plan. Being a cuckold is supposed to hurt. It's your duty to suffer while I enjoy myself with Murray. All during dinner I was soaking wet as I thought about what was in store for you this evening...and you know what? You enjoy the abuse. Your face says you're upset, but your cock tells me the truth....that you're looking forward to helping Murray fuck me tonight...on our anniversary".
Murray knocked lightly on the door, and Beth sternly said, "You're going to let him in, thank him for coming, get that nasty cock of yours iced, and into its cage....then you're going to undress him...starting from his shirt, working your way down. And when you've removed his socks, you're going to stay on your knees...and suck his cock hard. Just like always".
Red faced, and filled with shame, I opened the door, shook Murray's hand, and thanked him for joining us. With a wink, he handed me one of two ice buckets, placed the champagne in one, and said. "Lock it up Joe....don't fuck around, I'm horny as hell".
I took the ice, and started to head to the bathroom, when Beth said "we'd like to watch", so I sat on the leather desk chair, and started to rub my swollen cock with a cube of ice.
My wife sat there for awhile, finally wrinkled her nose, and exclaimed, "Jeez, at this rate you'll be all night", and got up, grabbed a large handful of ice, and slammed it onto my penis. I gasped at the cold, but my erection began to subside rapidly....and I quickly slipped my cock into the Jailbird....Beth fitting me with the padlock, and snapping it locked. She gave it a good pull to check it for fit, stretching my entire package outward.
Murray stood up, unbottoning his shirt, loosening his belt, and dropping his trousers to the floor. I carefully hung the shirt, and draped his trousers on the back of the sofa, and returned to kneel before him as I pulled his briefs down, helped him slip out of his loafers, and peeled off his socks.
He stood before me, his cock semi-erect, the tip oozing precum, I gently retracted his foreskin, and took it into my mouth, suckling gently on its rapidly growing bulbous head. His musky unwashed cock gave off the acrid smell of a day's ballsweat.
He moaned, grabbed the back of my head, and began....as he always does, repeatedly thrusting his growing cock to the back of my throat, paying absolutely no attention to my gagging attempts to breath while he pleasured himself with my mouth.
Beth moved to stand next to Murray, lightly cupping his swaying ballsac as he fucked my face, her other hand on the back of my head with his....their lips locked, tongues probing.
Murray suddenly placed a hand on my forehead, and abruptly pushed me away, his hard cock wet with my saliva. He motioned towards the bed.
I knew the drill. I laid down, my head at the foot of the bed, and Beth quickly climbed over me....and squatted onto my face. Time to get her ready for Murray's rear entry.
There's nothing subtle about Beth's demands in such conditions. She grinds away with abandon, issuing commands like "suck harder" ..."do my asshole", or "use the flat of your tongue", and tonight was no different. She enjoys the feeling of domination, and knows it only fuels my suffering...as my caged cock painfully attempts to expand...a futile effort.
My preparation of Beth's cunt for his cock is seldom about 'lubrication' (unless I'm expected to prepare her ass for Murray's penetration.....by this point her labia are always dripping with fluids....it's about lust, and enjoying my complete submission to their sexual needs.
I know what she wants...sucking and nibbling on her swollen clit....followed by long licks up the crack of her lovely ass....and some 'tongue worship' of her pretty pink anus. Soon, I'll be holding her buttocks apart, and guiding his engorged cock into her vagina...if I'm lucky. If not, I'll be watching, at very close range, his cock slowly working its way into her tight asshole, with a likely request for more oral lubrication.
I have since learned that it isn't Murray that demands doggystyle penetration whilst I work her clit and labia....it's Beth. She's told me that there's no orgasm like the one's she experiences having Murray stuff his cock in her pussy and having her clit orally serviced.....a fact that she makes quite apparent by her cries of ecstasy, and encouragement, when being pleasured in such a manner.
To see your wife entered, at such close range, her lover's sweaty and leathery swinging ballsac slapping against your forehead, her breasts swinging across your chest and abdomen with each of his thrusts, is utterly humiliating. There's certainly no doubt about your place in such a position....she's whimpering, squirting in pre-orgasmic pleasure, cuntal juices running down her inner thighs and dripping from Murray's pendulous ballsac...their juices worked into a milky froth ......her repeatedly begging him "fuck me harder" and working back hard against each of his ball deep thrusts into her tight orifice.
You watch him doing her as you can't, as a man is truly meant to do a woman. In her kinder moments, Beth tells me "not to take it so personally"....that it's "no big deal"....which we both know is ludricrous. What is more 'personal' than another man taking your place in her sexual life? It's not like he's merely a better golfer or conversationalist....he's much more skilled in bedding your wife then you'll ever be...plain and simple. And you can see with your own eyes....when she's driven out of her mind with lust, that it really very much matters to her too. He has filled the empty spot in your marriage.
Their organs are locked in mutual pleasure, the smells, tastes, and sounds of their love-making so intense...the lips of her cunt or anus stretched tight and grasping his turgid cock like a greedily sucking mouth....while the needs of your own suffering cock is completely ignored....your need open and obvious, adding spice to their enjoyment. There's no denying your intense arousal; the cage is packed full..you're dripping a steady flow of precum....scrotum swollen against the gap's cruel restraints....the device a very practical expression of your helplessness. It's like having the worst itch in the world...one that you can't reach, that won't go away. You're praying they let you come this time...suffering silently, knowing begging is the last thing that will gain you relief......you don't care how, or what you have to do to earn their pity and the possibility of reward.
And you know 'cleanup time' is coming. You can see it approach, after he's given her at least one orgasm, with your rather degrading assistance. His balls tighten, tempo changes, and the pauses between thrusting become shorter. I try to hang onto her clit...if there's one thing that really irritates Beth is 'popping off' at the wrong time....I've learned to stuff a pillow under my head, and move in sync with their thrusting....it's not an easy task nursing her clit with the pounding he's giving her.
It's then only a question of where he comes...deep in her womb or anus, on her back, her breasts, face, or sprayed over the crack of her ass. Either way, it will be copious, thick, and you're going to end up swallowing most of it....including the remnants left upon his withering cock.
By this time Beth had already enjoyed several intense orgasms, was getting weak in the knees...and she began ordering me to leave her hyper-sensitive clit alone....though Murray continued to pump away...grunting like an animal....his fingers gripping her waist...preparing to deposit his seed in my wife's twat.
I readied myself for his eruption...his sweaty nutsac contracted like wrinkled hairy walnuts....when he unexpectedly pulled out of her vagina, his slimy blue veined hardon bobbing inches above my face...strings of seminal fluid bridging the gap between her labia and his cockslit.
"Joe, it's your anniversary...and you're the only one that's going to come in that pussy tonight. I'm out of here soon, but I'm not leaving in this condition, so you know what that means...you're going to suck me off".
I followed Murray off the bed, knelt before him, his swollen manhood wet and reeking of Beth's sexual juices, and began suckling... expecting his usual assault to begin...but Beth took her place beside me...on her knees.....grabbing his shaft...restricting my mouth to just its purple bulbous mushroom head....as she vigorously began to milk him to ejaculation.
A few minutes later, he let out a gasp, and exploded...a very large load of successively diminishing squirts. Beth slowly stopped working his cock, squeezing every remnant of cum into my mouth as she instructed me to "suck him dry"....I struggled to minimize any loss of his spunk as he pulled free of my lips.
I knew better than to swallow it before I was told to do so...I think they enjoy making me savor my predicament...a mouth full of my wife's lover's seed, but I was surprised when Beth locked her lips against mine, and began to share its contents.
Murry looked down at us, and laughed, "I guess that's your wedding kiss!"
Beth always enjoyed snowballs, but normally it was my semen she'd feed me in such a manner. No matter, she began to break our kiss, forcing the entire load into my mouth. She softly said, "Now swallow it all down, Sweetheart," and I complied.
Beth moved to the bed, and patted a spot beside her...I sat down. My balls were purple with pressure, and I desperately craved relief. Murray began to dress, obviously taking his time....enjoying making me wait.
He smiled, and told Beth to unlock me...which took but a moment, since she was wearing the masterlock key hanging on a thin chain around her neck. My cock immediately sprang to full throbbing erection. But she also did something I didn't quite fathom....she handed the chain and key to Murray, who dropped it in his pocket.
Murray thanked her, and began to speak. "Time for some anniversary presents! Open the package, Joe".
Within the box were two wrapped packages...one small, one larger.
"The little one is for Beth...open that one first".
Beth laughed when she saw the contents; the classic hotwife ankle bracelet....gold, with a little ornamental key. She put it on, and I have to admit I enjoyed the rather seedy aspect of feeling like I was living in a cheesy porno video.
"Now open yours, Joe!"
I let out an audible gasp when I saw the nasty looking ball gag/mouth dildo.
"Beth", said Murray, " Help him put it on...I want to see him use it before I go".
With Beth providing a bit of harness adjustment, I found myself wearing a very awkward feeling sexual device protruding from my mouth....a large nubbed black dildo. Not exactly a flattering pose.
Murray said, " Lay down Joe, and I'll explain how this thing is going to affect your sex life."
Beth once again straddled my face, working herself down the dildo until it was totally hidden in her cunt...my nose in her anus. She began to repeatedly ride the dildo....and I began to have an inkling of where this was going.
"As you can see, Joe, you've got a pretty enticing view of Beth enjoying herself, from down there...I can only imagine what the smell alone is doing to you in your current state. But you don't get to actually feel anything....well, get used to it. I know Beth enjoys riding your cock when I'm not around, but I don't think you really deserve that pleasure...that pussy belongs to me. Come to think of it, this might be interesting to watch when she's got a snatch load of my cream!"
Beth was working herself into a nice rythym...fingering her engorged clit.....juices running down the dildo to my nose and mouth...it was maddening....and demeaning. The only way I could catch a breath was on her upstroke. I struggled to hold the butt of the dildo securely between my teeth as the vigor of her ride increased.
Between each full impalement, Beth finished Murray's tale, "He now has the only key to your cage....other than the sealed emergency key in your wallet. The only time you're getting out of your cage .....is when he's around....no more riding your cock....... between his visits....nothing for you but sloppy seconds ...from now on".
Beth remained sitting on my face, and remarked, "Now you really undertand your place, don't you? Shouldn't you thank Murray for your present? I think we'll both learn to fully appreciate Murray's thoughfulness..I know I already do!"
I tried to do so, but only a garbled sound came out of my dildo gagged mouth trapped in the crack of her slendid ass-cheeks. My wife laughed, and said, "I think that was a 'thank you'!"
With that, Murray worked the cork loose on the champagne, poured a couple of glasses, returned the bottle to the ice bucket, kissed Beth, and walked out the door with a final remark, "Honey, maybe you'd better wait to tell him about Jeff in the morning".
My heart sunk when I realized that once Beth snapped that lock shut....after this night's brief interlude of bliss, it wouldn't be coming off until Murray's next visit...if then. And what was this business about Murry's obnoxious younger brother?
So...it was with considerable anticipation (and no small degree of worry) that I looked forward to our upcoming anniversary, the first one that would occur under this new 'arrangement'. For many years we had celebrated the date by staying in same landmark hotel, suite, and bed that we'd consummated our union on our wedding night. A tradition.
While I very much hoped that Beth would wish to continue the renewal of our marital commitment, I had learned tht such presumptions could be dangerous. Our world was now 'upside-down'.....and I was on the bottom, so to speak, so it was with considerable trepidation that I broached the subject.....could we spend our anniversary evening as we always had, or should I cancel our longstanding reservation?
Beth's response was reassuring, "Of course we will, silly....we're still a happily married couple. It's our special night; just like every year. He'll be out of town with his little family, so it will just be you and me, Sweetheart!"
My heart rose at the thought of an entire evening alone with my wife....no cage, and no Murray. He hadn't allowed me to come in weeks, and my caged cock instantly expanded to the limits of the JB. Beth smiled at my obvious discomfort and said, "Just a little while longer, baby....I can see you're really hurting", and gently stroked my trapped and painfully engorged testicles (though her sympathy wasn't sufficient to stop her from pinching the hell out of my nipples...something that drives me crazy).
The morning of the big day arrived, and Beth took her key....unlocked and removed the padlock....gently pulling the cage, and baserings off my cock. She lovingly caressed my rapidly hardening penis, and remarked, "Murray said this could be off for the weekend." I was so very grateful....and almost ejaculated.
I hadn't been 'uncaged' for more than 20 minutes in a very long time...no longer than was necessary for Beth to enjoy riding my hard cock, and then place my frustrated little friend back in lock-up....with the aid of some frozen peas. A tease that was generally rewarded with an opportunity to suck and lick her to orgasm as she roughly fucked my face. Even when released and rewarded with a 'sloppy seconds' opportunity to come to orgasm during one of Murray's visits, time unlocked was never more than long enough to empty my cock.
I 'swung free' for the entire day. What a glorious feeling! An afternoon of accompanying Beth to Victoria's Secrets, and body lotion shops.....the only unsettling spot when she'd ask me if I thought "would Murray like this?" after the purchase of a leather bustier that didn't quite manage to cover the tops of her rather large areolas.
Dinner was torture. I had earlier taken a cialis.....I had every intention of making as much use of my unfettered cock as possible, in the brief time available. I'm sure I was continually dripping precum....so many throbbing erections, Beth's hand resting lightly on my thigh....several vodka martinis....and finally, up to 'the room'. Just the two of us in the elevator, Beth's hand inside my trousers, stroking my leaking member. She smiled, and said, "My, you're an eager little boy, aren't you?" as she licked a finger wet with my cock-drool.
Once in our room, she began to undress, and suggested that we shower.
I had not been allowed to shower with Beth for months....that was now Murray's perogative...but she beckoned me into the stall, where I fell to my knees....gratefully suckling at her breasts, clit, and gently tonguing her anus as she helpfully spread her buttocks apart....moaning with lust. I was in heaven.
We toweled off, and sat on the edge of the bed, kissing like newlweds, her cunt fragrant and juicy as I fingered her swollen clit.....her hand slowly milking me....as she moved her head towards my cock, enveloping its tip with her lips, swirling my glans with her tongue.....and suddenly there was a gentle tapping at the door.
I looked at Beth, and asked, "Did you order room service?"
" No" she responded, "but you'd better see who it is."
I grabbed my hotel robe, and opened the door.....and there stood Murray, smiling, with a bottle of champagne in one hand, and a wrapped present in the other. You could have picked my jaw (and my heart) off the floor.
"Why, it's Murray....what a surprise! Aren't you going to invite him in?"
Her face openly revealed that his arrival was anything but a 'surprise', as her eyes took on a cruel glint. I was speechless, but moved backward from the doorway as he entered, and closed the door behind him.
My wife stood nude before him, and he gazed at her with obvious lust...his cock visibly hardening against the light fabric of his trousers. He moved towards her, caressing her erect nipples before they engaged in a passionate kiss....his tongue probing where mine had been only moments before....one hand gently exploring the cleft of her ass.
Finally, he looked me and said, "Joe, drop the robe....we want to see if you're enjoying your anniversary."
I reluctantly did so, and they gazed at my rock hard penis, ever so slightly bobbing with each beat of my breaking heart....a thin streamer of pre-cum running from its tip.
Murray laughed...."I'll take that as a 'yes', Joe!"
They broke their embrace, and my wife retrieved her purse from the sofa....and pulled out my Jailbird. She held it in the palm of her hand, and said,"Joseph, put this on.....it's time we got down to business here...there's only one unlocked cock when Murray's around...and it isn't yours."
Though I could get the baserings over my cock and testicles easily enough, the cage presented a serious problem....my erection wasn't going away, and between the effects of the cialis, and the humiliation of of their enjoyment at my plight....I was in a very bad way....and extremely aroused in my shame.
Beth giggled and said, "Murray, you're still dressed....how about going down the hall to get a bucket of ice....we're going to need it to get that silly boner of his under control....and for the champagne as well."
Murray headed out the door to the icemaker, and I took the opportunity to ask Beth why she was doing this to me......wasn't this to be our weekend together?
Beth began, "Your look when you opened the door, and saw Murray, was simply priceless. You need to get one thing straight....Murray always 'gets first rights of refusal', so to speak....his needs comes first....and he truly does come first...pun intended." Any hint or trace of her earlier affection for me was gone.
"You'll have your time alone with me, uncaged, if you perform as expected...but first you're going to spend some time pleasing us....with that mouth of yours. And Murray has a little anniversary surprise just for you."
Beth grew solemn as she said the following words,"I know you're hurt...that was the plan. Being a cuckold is supposed to hurt. It's your duty to suffer while I enjoy myself with Murray. All during dinner I was soaking wet as I thought about what was in store for you this evening...and you know what? You enjoy the abuse. Your face says you're upset, but your cock tells me the truth....that you're looking forward to helping Murray fuck me tonight...on our anniversary".
Murray knocked lightly on the door, and Beth sternly said, "You're going to let him in, thank him for coming, get that nasty cock of yours iced, and into its cage....then you're going to undress him...starting from his shirt, working your way down. And when you've removed his socks, you're going to stay on your knees...and suck his cock hard. Just like always".
Red faced, and filled with shame, I opened the door, shook Murray's hand, and thanked him for joining us. With a wink, he handed me one of two ice buckets, placed the champagne in one, and said. "Lock it up Joe....don't fuck around, I'm horny as hell".
I took the ice, and started to head to the bathroom, when Beth said "we'd like to watch", so I sat on the leather desk chair, and started to rub my swollen cock with a cube of ice.
My wife sat there for awhile, finally wrinkled her nose, and exclaimed, "Jeez, at this rate you'll be all night", and got up, grabbed a large handful of ice, and slammed it onto my penis. I gasped at the cold, but my erection began to subside rapidly....and I quickly slipped my cock into the Jailbird....Beth fitting me with the padlock, and snapping it locked. She gave it a good pull to check it for fit, stretching my entire package outward.
Murray stood up, unbottoning his shirt, loosening his belt, and dropping his trousers to the floor. I carefully hung the shirt, and draped his trousers on the back of the sofa, and returned to kneel before him as I pulled his briefs down, helped him slip out of his loafers, and peeled off his socks.
He stood before me, his cock semi-erect, the tip oozing precum, I gently retracted his foreskin, and took it into my mouth, suckling gently on its rapidly growing bulbous head. His musky unwashed cock gave off the acrid smell of a day's ballsweat.
He moaned, grabbed the back of my head, and began....as he always does, repeatedly thrusting his growing cock to the back of my throat, paying absolutely no attention to my gagging attempts to breath while he pleasured himself with my mouth.
Beth moved to stand next to Murray, lightly cupping his swaying ballsac as he fucked my face, her other hand on the back of my head with his....their lips locked, tongues probing.
Murray suddenly placed a hand on my forehead, and abruptly pushed me away, his hard cock wet with my saliva. He motioned towards the bed.
I knew the drill. I laid down, my head at the foot of the bed, and Beth quickly climbed over me....and squatted onto my face. Time to get her ready for Murray's rear entry.
There's nothing subtle about Beth's demands in such conditions. She grinds away with abandon, issuing commands like "suck harder" ..."do my asshole", or "use the flat of your tongue", and tonight was no different. She enjoys the feeling of domination, and knows it only fuels my suffering...as my caged cock painfully attempts to expand...a futile effort.
My preparation of Beth's cunt for his cock is seldom about 'lubrication' (unless I'm expected to prepare her ass for Murray's penetration.....by this point her labia are always dripping with fluids....it's about lust, and enjoying my complete submission to their sexual needs.
I know what she wants...sucking and nibbling on her swollen clit....followed by long licks up the crack of her lovely ass....and some 'tongue worship' of her pretty pink anus. Soon, I'll be holding her buttocks apart, and guiding his engorged cock into her vagina...if I'm lucky. If not, I'll be watching, at very close range, his cock slowly working its way into her tight asshole, with a likely request for more oral lubrication.
I have since learned that it isn't Murray that demands doggystyle penetration whilst I work her clit and labia....it's Beth. She's told me that there's no orgasm like the one's she experiences having Murray stuff his cock in her pussy and having her clit orally serviced.....a fact that she makes quite apparent by her cries of ecstasy, and encouragement, when being pleasured in such a manner.
To see your wife entered, at such close range, her lover's sweaty and leathery swinging ballsac slapping against your forehead, her breasts swinging across your chest and abdomen with each of his thrusts, is utterly humiliating. There's certainly no doubt about your place in such a position....she's whimpering, squirting in pre-orgasmic pleasure, cuntal juices running down her inner thighs and dripping from Murray's pendulous ballsac...their juices worked into a milky froth ......her repeatedly begging him "fuck me harder" and working back hard against each of his ball deep thrusts into her tight orifice.
You watch him doing her as you can't, as a man is truly meant to do a woman. In her kinder moments, Beth tells me "not to take it so personally"....that it's "no big deal"....which we both know is ludricrous. What is more 'personal' than another man taking your place in her sexual life? It's not like he's merely a better golfer or conversationalist....he's much more skilled in bedding your wife then you'll ever be...plain and simple. And you can see with your own eyes....when she's driven out of her mind with lust, that it really very much matters to her too. He has filled the empty spot in your marriage.
Their organs are locked in mutual pleasure, the smells, tastes, and sounds of their love-making so intense...the lips of her cunt or anus stretched tight and grasping his turgid cock like a greedily sucking mouth....while the needs of your own suffering cock is completely ignored....your need open and obvious, adding spice to their enjoyment. There's no denying your intense arousal; the cage is packed full..you're dripping a steady flow of precum....scrotum swollen against the gap's cruel restraints....the device a very practical expression of your helplessness. It's like having the worst itch in the world...one that you can't reach, that won't go away. You're praying they let you come this time...suffering silently, knowing begging is the last thing that will gain you relief......you don't care how, or what you have to do to earn their pity and the possibility of reward.
And you know 'cleanup time' is coming. You can see it approach, after he's given her at least one orgasm, with your rather degrading assistance. His balls tighten, tempo changes, and the pauses between thrusting become shorter. I try to hang onto her clit...if there's one thing that really irritates Beth is 'popping off' at the wrong time....I've learned to stuff a pillow under my head, and move in sync with their thrusting....it's not an easy task nursing her clit with the pounding he's giving her.
It's then only a question of where he comes...deep in her womb or anus, on her back, her breasts, face, or sprayed over the crack of her ass. Either way, it will be copious, thick, and you're going to end up swallowing most of it....including the remnants left upon his withering cock.
By this time Beth had already enjoyed several intense orgasms, was getting weak in the knees...and she began ordering me to leave her hyper-sensitive clit alone....though Murray continued to pump away...grunting like an animal....his fingers gripping her waist...preparing to deposit his seed in my wife's twat.
I readied myself for his eruption...his sweaty nutsac contracted like wrinkled hairy walnuts....when he unexpectedly pulled out of her vagina, his slimy blue veined hardon bobbing inches above my face...strings of seminal fluid bridging the gap between her labia and his cockslit.
"Joe, it's your anniversary...and you're the only one that's going to come in that pussy tonight. I'm out of here soon, but I'm not leaving in this condition, so you know what that means...you're going to suck me off".
I followed Murray off the bed, knelt before him, his swollen manhood wet and reeking of Beth's sexual juices, and began suckling... expecting his usual assault to begin...but Beth took her place beside me...on her knees.....grabbing his shaft...restricting my mouth to just its purple bulbous mushroom head....as she vigorously began to milk him to ejaculation.
A few minutes later, he let out a gasp, and exploded...a very large load of successively diminishing squirts. Beth slowly stopped working his cock, squeezing every remnant of cum into my mouth as she instructed me to "suck him dry"....I struggled to minimize any loss of his spunk as he pulled free of my lips.
I knew better than to swallow it before I was told to do so...I think they enjoy making me savor my predicament...a mouth full of my wife's lover's seed, but I was surprised when Beth locked her lips against mine, and began to share its contents.
Murry looked down at us, and laughed, "I guess that's your wedding kiss!"
Beth always enjoyed snowballs, but normally it was my semen she'd feed me in such a manner. No matter, she began to break our kiss, forcing the entire load into my mouth. She softly said, "Now swallow it all down, Sweetheart," and I complied.
Beth moved to the bed, and patted a spot beside her...I sat down. My balls were purple with pressure, and I desperately craved relief. Murray began to dress, obviously taking his time....enjoying making me wait.
He smiled, and told Beth to unlock me...which took but a moment, since she was wearing the masterlock key hanging on a thin chain around her neck. My cock immediately sprang to full throbbing erection. But she also did something I didn't quite fathom....she handed the chain and key to Murray, who dropped it in his pocket.
Murray thanked her, and began to speak. "Time for some anniversary presents! Open the package, Joe".
Within the box were two wrapped packages...one small, one larger.
"The little one is for Beth...open that one first".
Beth laughed when she saw the contents; the classic hotwife ankle bracelet....gold, with a little ornamental key. She put it on, and I have to admit I enjoyed the rather seedy aspect of feeling like I was living in a cheesy porno video.
"Now open yours, Joe!"
I let out an audible gasp when I saw the nasty looking ball gag/mouth dildo.
"Beth", said Murray, " Help him put it on...I want to see him use it before I go".
With Beth providing a bit of harness adjustment, I found myself wearing a very awkward feeling sexual device protruding from my mouth....a large nubbed black dildo. Not exactly a flattering pose.
Murray said, " Lay down Joe, and I'll explain how this thing is going to affect your sex life."
Beth once again straddled my face, working herself down the dildo until it was totally hidden in her cunt...my nose in her anus. She began to repeatedly ride the dildo....and I began to have an inkling of where this was going.
"As you can see, Joe, you've got a pretty enticing view of Beth enjoying herself, from down there...I can only imagine what the smell alone is doing to you in your current state. But you don't get to actually feel anything....well, get used to it. I know Beth enjoys riding your cock when I'm not around, but I don't think you really deserve that pleasure...that pussy belongs to me. Come to think of it, this might be interesting to watch when she's got a snatch load of my cream!"
Beth was working herself into a nice rythym...fingering her engorged clit.....juices running down the dildo to my nose and mouth...it was maddening....and demeaning. The only way I could catch a breath was on her upstroke. I struggled to hold the butt of the dildo securely between my teeth as the vigor of her ride increased.
Between each full impalement, Beth finished Murray's tale, "He now has the only key to your cage....other than the sealed emergency key in your wallet. The only time you're getting out of your cage .....is when he's around....no more riding your cock....... between his visits....nothing for you but sloppy seconds ...from now on".
Beth remained sitting on my face, and remarked, "Now you really undertand your place, don't you? Shouldn't you thank Murray for your present? I think we'll both learn to fully appreciate Murray's thoughfulness..I know I already do!"
I tried to do so, but only a garbled sound came out of my dildo gagged mouth trapped in the crack of her slendid ass-cheeks. My wife laughed, and said, "I think that was a 'thank you'!"
With that, Murray worked the cork loose on the champagne, poured a couple of glasses, returned the bottle to the ice bucket, kissed Beth, and walked out the door with a final remark, "Honey, maybe you'd better wait to tell him about Jeff in the morning".
My heart sunk when I realized that once Beth snapped that lock shut....after this night's brief interlude of bliss, it wouldn't be coming off until Murray's next visit...if then. And what was this business about Murry's obnoxious younger brother?