Stories by Wayne C. Rogers

Cuckold Story: The Seminar, part 2

As Ritchie pushed his cock back into her pussy and began to fuck her, Bruce turned my head around and placed his penis into my mouth. I knew not to argue or to resist. So, opening my mouth wider, I took his cock further into it and started sucking him like there was no tomorrow. While Ritchie screwed my wife, I sucked Bruce until he was hard again. When Bruce was ready, he pulled the head of his erection out of my mouth and got on the bed with Ritchie and Tamara. He slid up behind her and carefully positioned the slippery head of his cock to her anus. She didn't fight what was about to happen. Instead, she encouraged him to enter her anally, which he did, taking it slowly, giving her an inch at a time, until his penis was buried deep within her rectum.

Having Tamara sandwiched in between them, both men began to fuck her in earnest, plunging their erections repeatedly into her two orifices with a steady rhythm that got her moaning again. At first, I couldn't tell if my wife was in pain or ecstasy from what was happening and the sounds that she was making. Her body, however, supplied me with the answer as her hips drove back against each thrust. In other words, she was getting off on being fucked by two men at the same time. I could only kneel there on the floor and watch, feeling a mixture of sexual arousal and jealousy.

"Whom do you belong to?" Ritchie asked her.

"You," she said.

"Your body's mine for the taking, isn't it?"

"Yes, Master."

"When we get back to Las Vegas," he continued, "I'm going to start coming over to your house whenever I want and fuck you like the whore you are. Your husband can watch."

"Would you please shut up and just give it to me."

"You mean like this?" he said.

Ritchie began to really pound into her, causing Tamara to groan louder with obvious delight as Bruce took her from behind. I could tell that all three of them were lost in the act and very close to having another orgasm. Both Ritchie and Bruce were fighting hard to keep from ejaculating, but it was a losing battle. A minute later Ritchie emptied himself into my wife's pussy and Bruce came a few seconds later, squirting his seed into her rectum. Their orgasms propelled Tamara to hers.

When everything returned to normal after a couple of minutes of heavy breathing, the two men withdrew their dying erections from my wife's body and got slowly off the bed. I was then made to clean up the sticky fluid that was oozing from both her vagina and anus. After licking up the residue from her pussy, they forced me to stick my tongue into her rectum and to lap up the semen that had been deposited there by Bruce. It was a messy job. The guys made fun of me the whole time, while Tamara kept warning me about the need to get her ass completely clean.

Gosh, it was loads of fun!

Once I'd finished my assigned task, I was placed back into the closet while my wife had sex again with each of the two men.

I was asleep on the floor when she finally opened the closet doors and unlocked the cuffs from around my wrists. She invited me to sleep in her bed, but I first had to clean up the two loads of cum inside her vagina. As I performed like a well-trained lap dog, Tamara told me that Ritchie would now be coming over to our home at least twice a week to have sex with her. He was to be her Master, and I would be expected to submit to him in whatever way he desired.

It wasn't something I looked forward to.

We slept in on Sunday morning and then took a plane back to Las Vegas that afternoon.

Ritchie showed up at the house on Tuesday evening.

Tamara and I had been home for less than thirty minutes and were talking to each other in the kitchen when we heard our doorbell ringing.

We both went to see who it was.

When I opened the front door, Ritchie immediately walked in like he owned the place and headed straight toward my wife, who was standing a few feet away. He took Tamara into his arms and kissed her. She didn't seem surprised by his arrival or by his sexual advances. In fact, she responded by kissing him back like a long, lost lover.

It made me wonder if they'd planned this in advance.

Tamara was still dressed in her business attire from work: a dark gray skirt with matching jacket, a white long-sleeved silk blouse, gray high heels, and skin-toned nylons. Underneath her outer clothes, she had on a gray slip made of expensive silk with thin shoulder straps, a gray bra with laced trimming and a gray girdle. Her boyfriend led her to the love seat in the living room and pushed her face down over the armrest. He then pulled her skirt all the way up so that her girdled bottom was exposed for us to see. Reaching down between my wife's legs, he rubbed her pussy for a minute through the silk-crotch lining of her girdle and then unsnapped the crotch so that she was now available to him.

Ritchie's cock was already hard and pointed at my wife's bottom when he lowered his pants and jockey shorts. Sticking the head of his erection into her pussy, he pushed it all the way in with one swift motion, causing her to cry out in what sounded like stunned rapture.

I found myself truly hating him at that precise moment.

He then fucked my wife for twenty minutes, sending her into a state of ecstasy that knew no bounds. Just before he ejaculated, Ritchie pulled his cock out so that he could shoot off all over the outside of her vagina and on the elastic legs of her girdle. After he finished with his orgasm, he motioned for me to come over to where he was standing. He pointed to the floor and told me to get down on my knees. I was then made to lick his penis clean. When that was done, Ritchie pushed my face into Tamara's bottom and ordered to lick up the semen that he'd left on her and it was a lot. Her pussy was splattered with it.

It took me several minutes to perform my duties as a slave. Once I'd licked Tamara's vagina and cum-stained girdle clean, she and Ritchie decided to go out and have a drink at one of the nearby lounges.

It was late when she finally returned home. As we were getting into bed together, my wife told me that she expected me to be the perfect slave whenever Ritchie, or one of her other dominant lovers, came over. She also said that if I was a good slave, I might be invited to the next seminar.

That was something for me to think about.