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This story contains Cuckolding, Bisexuality, Homosexuality, Watersports, Humiliation, and a host of other things that may be found offensive by some. Read on at your own peril.

…oh, and it probably contains a mountain of typos. Again, read on at your own peril J

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Labor Day night into the following Tuesday morning I slept very well. I woke up with my alarm beeping at me at 6:30. Donna was draped over me with her hand on my thigh.

Between noticing that and the urge to pee, my poor penis was growing and pressing right into the cage and spikes.

Donna woke up and smiled at me. She caressed my balls and cage without my thought. She kissed me and we made out for a bit. (A note on this. I know many couples do not sleep near each other in bed. We normally do. It is rare that we aren’t touching while sleeping. Also, while it may be icky, we have always kissed in the morning. Our morning breath never seemed to bother each other. We’ve always taken these kinds of things as signs that we are connected. Maybe it isn’t true, but we certainly complement each other in many ways.)

Donna smiled and said, “You taste like cock.” Then she kissed me and smiled again saying, “Just kidding. I may not be able to taste it over the cock on my breath.”

Holding my CB-3000 and giving it a little jiggle, “Not yours, for sure.”

She got off me and we both walked to the bathroom. She said, “Ladies first.” Then sat down on the toilet to pee. While she was peeing, she said, “Oh Mike, there hasn’t been a lady in this house for a while. I haven’t been a lady this weekend.” She wasn’t smiling or upset. She seemed to be reflecting.

When she was done peeing, she did smile then and asked, “Toilet paper or Mike’s Tongue?”

I dove to my knees and licked her pussy and lips clean of whatever urine was there. After ensuring she was clean, I looked up at her and said “Thank you very much.”

Donna got up and said, “You are very welcome. We have to get ready for work.” As she was putting toothpaste on her brush and I was sitting down to pee she watched me and said, “You can wear whatever you want and our bedroom is yours until I tell you otherwise.” When I got up, she added, “I love my husband, even if he is a fag. He is my fag.”

We were then down in the kitchen having coffee before both heading off to work. We were dressed and set to go. We were talking about the weather, what we wanted to do next weekend, and then suddenly Donna said, “Hey, neither one of us has ever used a condom.

This weekend has shown that isn’t changing. I’m going to find us a discreet place where we can get tested regularly.” I just nodded realizing it was the responsible thing that we can do as we were being extremely irresponsible.

As we left, we gave each other a hug and a peck on the cheek. Donna grabbed my CB-3000 through my pants and said, “This thing is so hot

…then we were both off to work.

We went off to work and at about 12:30 my assistant brought in a brown paper bag for me. She said Donna dropped it off. I wasn’t sure what it would be so I didn’t open it until I was in my office. It was 4 boxes of “Wet Ones” wipes. I had to laugh to myself. She was making sure I was cared for, even while she enforced my chastity. I’m not sure if she was “enforcing it”. I was willing. I let my mind agree with the thought of enforcement.

The next few weeks were great. The weather is spectacular on Long Island in September and early October. Except for me being in Chastity, we were a couple.

We did things together. When we made love, Donna would say things like, “Make love to me with your face, as the French do.” Or “You’re good at Lesbian Sex.”

There were times when we were both frustrated. I often forgot I was wearing the CB-3000, but I was always reminded regardless if I was sleeping or awake. A couple of times Donna said to me, “It is like being married to a Eunuch.”

However, we were enjoying the time in the house alone. She would often tease me. Once when I was doing the dishes, she came up behind me and grabbed my CB-3000 (she grabbed it often), then put her hands down the back of my pants and slipped a couple of fingers into my ass and told me, “You’re more of an ‘innie’ than an ‘outtie’, so this makes so much sense.”

We spent a weekend on the Northfolk traveling to the vineyards. Pindar, Pellegrini, and our favorite, Clovis Points are great to visit.

Clovis Point has very good wine and we are a member there and get seating when there is live music.

We spent the afternoon drinking wine and listening to some good music. When we were hungry, we to a small place called “Cliff’s Elbow Room” in Jamesport. If you’re ever in that part of the world, I recommend it. They have a great marinated steak. The cut isn’t the best, but the marinade is.

I’ve been there with buddies of mine and with my wife. I always have a great time, however, I have observed that if you bring your pretty redheaded wife the staff and fellow patrons are so much nicer to you. J

We Kartal Escort were both pretty busy with work and time flew, right up to the day before our Las Vegas trip.

We were planning on flying in on Friday and meeting Rob at the Mandalay Bay hotel. We would fly back home again on Monday. We arranged for a car service to pick up Rob and of course, we made sure he had first-class round trip tickets and car service to and from the hotel in Las Vegas.

Was I dreading it or what I excited about it? I’m not sure.

Both, I think. There was a big part of my brain that made me want to back out and call all of this off and just write it off to exploration.

Donna and I would talk at night sitting on our couch.

Most of the time with her feet in my lap and me massaging her feet.

One evening we were discussing this and Donna said she was having second thoughts too and was thinking we should just stop and go back to our normal happy life. I thought she was going to say that we were going to stop right then. Honestly, I was hoping she would.

She ran her big toe around my CB-3000 through my pants and said, “It is just that I love our new lifestyle choice. You in this thing, you being a faggot, and me having better sex than I ever had with you.

Why would I want to give that up?

That look on your face right now makes me so wet.”

With that, she lowered her sweatpants and had me feel her pussy and it was extremely sloppy and wet.

My hopes of stopping the lifestyle were gone. My face was buried at that point where it belonged, between my beautiful wife’s legs, and my dick was killing me as It tried to get hard. My balls were aching.

The evening before we were going to fly to Las Vegas I was in my home office finishing up a brief I had to personally update. As I was finishing it up and about to send it off, my beautiful wife walked into my office naked. I smiled and thought that she may want some pre-Rob fooling around.

Instead, she said, “Let’s go cucky, upstairs, you have some work to do.” The tone of her voice told me that there was not going to be fooling around, at least in a way that I would like, but as she turned and I saw that wonderful milky-white ass, my dick strained against its confinement, sending some pain my way, my balls ached, and I thought, “A boy can only hope,”

I followed Donna to the bedroom. My dick straining and my hopes unrealistic. She walked right into the bathroom. She had the bathtub filled with warm sudsy water and I saw shaving cream, a razor, and a towel on the toilet. My heart sank a bit. I love, love, love Donna’s pubic hair. She had also been letting her armpit hair grow too. I know that is a turnoff for many, but, well, I think you know I’m a pervert by now.

Donna said, “Rob only likes hair on my head. You want me to please my lover, don’t you?”

I said, “Yes Ma’am.”

She said, “Good, then you can get me ready. Say goodbye to fire bush for now.”

We joked about her red bush often and I was sad to have to remove it. I was turned on to be doing it, but also humiliated that I was doing it for another man. I used the battery trimmer first, then carefully shaved her bush, around her asshole, her legs, and then her underarms. With Donna watching carefully I took my time and I was proud of the job I did. No cuts and she was smooth all over.

With that, Donna lowered herself into the bathtub with the ease of a dolphin. As I watched her in the tub, I thought of the words to Bright Blue Rose, there she bathed, “unshamed, unharmed. For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature and I am the geek with the alchemist’s stone”.

She smiled at me and broke me from my revelry. Squirting soap onto a poofy thing, she said, “We’re both preparing for my lover. I’m going to bathe, I want you to meditate on what you are. Take your clothes off, and leave them on the bed. Go to the corner in your office and kneel facing away from the wall. Think about how the best sex I had on our honeymoon was when I made love to Robert. Think about how you allowed him do make love to me and you watched.

Think about how you serviced him, sucked his cock, ate his ass, and let him fuck you while your wife watched you submit to him. Think about the men you sucked and ate their asses at the video store. Think about the men who fucked you and came inside of you.

Think about being in chastity and not having a hard-on for a month, but you are flying Rob to make love to me.

Think about how Rob thinks you are gay.

Think about how your wife questions if you are gay. Think about how wet it makes me to see you suffer. Now go, cucky, and let me relax.”

Like a robot, I turned around and left the bathroom. I stopped by our bed and stripped completely, leaving my clothes folded neatly on the bed and my shoes back in the closet, I walked naked to my office in our house. The front window was completely open and I needed to pass by it to get to my office.

We were far enough Kartal Escort Bayan from the street but still made me think for a moment.

I got to my office and went to a corner that was opposite the door of the office and I knelt facing the door. When I was settled in on my knees, I realized that my face was beet red with the heat of embarrassment. My wife had quickly recounted some of the absolute perverted things I did, without her direct involvement. Anything I did with Donna, I could rationalize as marital fun. The things I did without her and what I was allowing to happen, facilitating her to do without me cannot be explained.

There is no way I could explain these things to friends, coworkers, clients, or family. It is beyond kind, they are perverted and submissive.

They are gay. Gay isn’t a bad thing, but I was very much in love with my wife and incredibly attracted to her. I had opted to go to a video store and suck men’s cocks, rim men’s assholes, and get fucked by other men while another guy had sex with my wife. I didn’t know it at the time, but honestly, I think I suspected it.

My face was still red because it was sinking in that since I was married I was a cuckold and since I was married I was gay. Right from our honeymoon. I was never forced into doing anything. Now I’m flying Rob first-class, again, to spend time making love to my wife, again.

What does that make me? I believe Donna that Rob thinks I’m gay. Who else would do this? I also believed that Donna may be having the same thought.

I was pondering these thoughts and there was a cycle to it. I would think about what I did, I would become aroused. Think about how it hurt when I was being fucked and how humiliating it was or think about seeing Rob or Max with Donna and how hot and humiliating that was and my dick would start to grow, right into the spikes of the “Points of Intrigue” on the CB-3000. Then my dick would go soft again and I would be ashamed. That would lead me to be aroused again.

My balls were aching, my knees were killing me, and I was feeling miserable. Life is so fast that I don’t pause to think too often. I’m working, at the dojo, catching what time with my wife I can, then sleeping and off to work again. It wasn’t lost on me how demonic this task Donna gave me was. She knew I had not slowed down to contemplate everything and she was forcing me to. Forcing me? I looked around and the only thing in bondage was my dick and I could remove that if I wanted to. So, this was something I wanted and I was willing to do.

A fag and a cuckold.

Those are the things I wrote over and over again for Jinxypie. Jinxypie was right. It was more of a game back then. She knew that I was already a fag and a cuckold and she was trying to drill it into me.

She was right. I was a fag and a cuckold since our honeymoon.

Since my honeymoon.

Did Donna see other guys since we were married? She stayed in touch with Rob. She said she didn’t have sex with him again until we flew him in. Did she lie to me? No, I didn’t believe that. That would be too much for me. She may do things in secret, just like I did, but she wouldn’t directly lie to me.

We don’t do that.

We have always been compatible with just about everything, but she jumped into this very fast with me.

She wanted it as much as I did.

She had to. Why? Had she been seeing other guys already? That is something I didn’t know. She had reason to. The two guys that she has seen that I know about, Rob and Max, she was honest in telling me about sex with them. They were both better. They are both hung better. I know I have a better body than Rob does and I’d say that Max and I are equal. They both had a bigger cock.

Maybe sex with me always bored her or frustrated her. I wouldn’t blame her.

I’m not sure how long I was there. It was quite a while. Donna had also thought about the angle I would be kneeling at. There were no clocks, so I lost track of time. I was feeling as if I was kneeling there for 2 hours or more. My knees were hurting quite a bit. My balls and dick were sore. I was crying. It wasn’t the physical pain. It was the realization that I’ve changed and maybe ruined my life. That I was a cuckold and a fag and everything that came with that. I was submissive and I don’t think there were too many limits to what I would do.

Degradation is the best word that I could explain.

I didn’t move though.

I stayed where I was and I stayed on my knees that were seeming to want to quit on me at any moment. I pushed through with grit and tenacity. I pushed through and didn’t really know if I was doing this to please Donna, because I was just perverted, or if I was just in fact a cuckold and a fag. For whatever reason I pushed, I did push through to acceptance. I stopped crying and I somehow put the pain in its place and realized, this is just what I am and I shouldn’t question it.

After a while more (Donna told me later that it was 4 1/2 hours that I was Escort Kartal kneeling in my office.

Think about that. When I reflect on it. Donna deliberately physically and mentally tortured me.), Donna appeared at the door. She was wearing a t-shirt. She didn’t comfort me or come past the door. She stood there and looked at me for a moment. No smile, no look of acknowledgment, just an analytical gaze.

Turning around, she said to me, “Come with me” and she walked away.

I went to get up and fell.

I stumbled across the room and fell in the den because I was so stiff. She didn’t turn around, but she did slowly change her pace as she walked to the bedroom.

When we got into the bedroom, she crawled onto the bed and got into a seating position with her head against the headboard. She picked up the phone that was lying on the bed and pointed to the side of the bed where she was sitting. I came around and stood by her. I was hoping that she didn’t want me to kneel there. I’m not sure if I could have.

She spoke into the phone, seeming to ignore me, “I think he is ready for our weekend. He looks like crap and he was crying. I think he is going to be a good faggot and cuckold,”

She then looked at me and slapped me in the balls hard while saying, “Aren’t you Mikey? You’re going to be a good faggot and cuckold for me and Rob?

You’re going to be obedient and a complete faggot while I spend time with my lover?”

I doubled over. I didn’t have much strength for anything left. I said, “Yes Ma’am.”

Donna said her goodbyes to Rob. I didn’t miss the “I love you. I can’t wait to be with you.” At the end of the call. Then she told me to get into bed. She snuggled up next to me, and caressed my balls and thighs until she fell asleep.

I was in pain and confused.

I was exhausted and degraded to the point that I was just something to serve and be used. At some point, my dick stopped responding to the closeness of Donna and I just drifted off to sleep.

I slept soundly.

It is a rare morning that I’m not awake before Donna is and this morning she woke me up with a cup of coffee.

She sat down on the bed, shook my shoulder gently, and kissed me on the lips, then said, “Wake up sleepy head.” With a smile.

I smiled back and took the cup of coffee, sitting up, I said, “Thank you, Ma’am.”

She took a sip of coffee, then ran her fingers through my hair, straitening up some of my bedhead.

Still smiling she said, “I want to speak with my handsome husband. The guy who I love more than anything right now. Is that OK?”

I leaned over and kissed her a bit deeper, and said, “Of course Donna”. I couldn’t resist adding, “I love you, Red”

We just sat there drinking our coffee, and intermittently kissing. I knew Donna had something she wanted to say, but I was enjoying the moment very much and didn’t want to force whatever it is she had to say.

Donna pulled back the sheet a bit and took my balls and the CB-3000 in her free hand and asked, “Does it hurt?”

My dick had been trying to grow hard. That is normal for the morning. Also, since we were kissing and she was holding it, that was adding to my arousal.

I told her, “At the moment, quite a bit.”

She smiled and kissed me again. She put down the coffee and was playing and stroking me with both hands. She was smiling and enjoying herself. I was enjoying it too, but also suffering a bit.

Donna took a breath, then while still holding my dick and testicles said, “I was mean to you yesterday.

I was cruel. Partly I wanted to push you to see how much you wanted this, but I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you how wet it made me knowing I was torturing you. I think I broke you a bit yesterday and that is what I was trying to do. It is so hot, but I feel very guilty about it. “

She paused for a second and asked me not to speak yet. She took another breath and continued, “I want to make sure we discuss a few things before we continue with this trip or any further. I want this. I want to be with Rob. Completely aside from you, even if we both weren’t getting involved in this lifestyle or whatever we call it, I’d want to be with Rob. I love him in a way. It may be more, but there is a physical part that is so much better than with you. I don’t know if it that subconsciously I know I’m torturing you and that makes it better or if it is that you are too gently of a lover, too pleasing to make me love the sex. Either way, the sex with Rob and Max for that matter is the best sex that I ever had.”

My stomach was turning listening to her. It was part humiliation, part fear, part jealously, and part arousal. The spike continued to dig into me as she spoke and played with me.

She kissed me again and said, “I feel guilty and ashamed of what I’m doing. I also am incredibly happy and turned on. I feel like I’m living my best life. If you want me to stop, we can stop. I’ll always love you. You can tell me to stop at any time and I will and we’ll stop this forever.

You’re always my guy and have my heart.

You’re sexually submissive and will never be able to give me what other people can. I’ve thought about this and read about it. You’re the most important person to me, but there is a void in me if it is just you and I. So, I have a couple of questions for you. Ok?”

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