SLUT WIFE STORIES

Making of a Submissive Husband

Chapter 03

Tony was standing near the foot of the bed with a smirk on his handsome face as my wife led me out of the closet and into the candle-lit bedroom. She hadn't removed the tight leather cord from around my swollen genitalia, and the pain was horrendous. With her hand around my engorged cock, she guided me to a spot on the carpet in front of her boyfriend. Gerry then bent down and pulled the end of the bow, loosening the cord. She slowly unwound it from around the base of my erection, and the blood began to swiftly flow back into the area of my groin. If I thought the pain had been bad before, it was now mind-numbing in its intensity. It felt like hundreds of pins and needles being repeatedly stuck into my tender flesh.

I couldn't stop myself from crying out.

"You sound like a baby," Gerry said, thumping one of my testicles with her forefinger and causing me to cry out again.

"It hurts," I said.

"This is nothing," she said. "Wait till I have you branded."

"You're going to have me branded?"

"Didn't I tell you?"

"No," I said.

"I must've forgotten," Gerry said, tying off the piece of thin leather that was still wrapped tightly around my bulging testicles. She slipped the remaining length of cord between my legs and then reached behind me to grab it with her right hand. Standing back up, she moved to my rear and jerked playfully on the leather cord, causing me to double over in agony. "Did that hurt, darling?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"Good," she said. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Get down on your knees in front of Tony."

Though it wasn't easy to do with my hands still cuffed behind my back, I managed to get carefully down on both of my knees without falling face first into the carpet. My wife's boyfriend moved closer to me so that his semi-erect penis was only inches from my mouth. I knew what was getting ready to happen, and I didn't like it. I felt betrayed by my wife, sensing that she'd deliberately set me up for this particular humiliation, knowing the affect it would have on me. I mean, the thought of being made to suck Tony's cock made me nauseous. The act certainly smacked of homosexuality, and it wasn't the type of image I wanted to have of myself. I didn't mind cleaning up his semen from between my wife's legs, but for some strange reason the idea of performing oral sex on him was a turn-off.

Still, I didn't see any way out of my predicament.

I'd wanted a marriage based on female domination and was now suffering the consequences of having my fantasy turned into reality. People should always be careful about what they wish for.

"Spread your knees further apart," my wife ordered.

I immediately did as she commanded.

Gerry jerked hard on the cord that was between my legs, causing me to cry out in pain again. "Open your mouth nice and wide," she said. I thought for a moment that she was going to rip my testicles off. The agony was unbelievable. "Keep your mouth open till I tell you otherwise."

"Maybe I should stick something in your husband's mouth so the neighbors won't hear him scream like a woman," Tony said.

"My thoughts exactly," Gerry said.

Tony pressed up against me and ran the tip of his penis lightly over my lips, coating them with a thin stream of his pre-semen fluid. I could tell that he was excited by what was happening. My humiliation was turning him on in a big way. He was not only enjoying the thrill of fucking another man's wife, but also the sense of power in having the cuckolded husband kneeling in front of him, ready to suck his cock on command. This alpha male intended to make sure that I knew my place in our sexual triangle. I was a slave and nothing more. My only purpose was to lick up his cum after my wife had been well fucked and to suck his cock whenever he desired a blowjob.

Gerry tugged harder on the leather cord as her boyfriend pushed the head of his thick cock into my mouth. I tried not to gag at the scent and taste of it. It was the worse humiliation of my life, and I didn't know what to do except obey my Mistress. When she ordered me to suck his penis, I quickly began to move my head back and forth, applying suction as I felt his growing erection expand in width and length, until it completely filled my mouth. I suddenly felt the bile rising in the back of my throat and desperately fought to stop it in its tracks, not wanting to choke on Tony's cock. It was touch and go for a few very precious seconds, and I thought for a moment that I was going to have to bite down on the piece of meat in my mouth so that I could throw up. That would've gone over beautifully with my wife and her lover. I would have gotten the beating of my life for doing something like that. Sucking cock as if my life depended on it?and in many ways it did?I swiftly brought Tony to point of orgasm. It had taken less than four minutes to get him there, and I knew he was ready to shoot his load. The real question, however, was whether or not I was ready to swallow a mouthful of cum from another man's cock. I knew it would be different than licking up his semen from my wife's body. His cock would explode in my mouth and his ejaculation would hit the back of my throat with such force that it would momentarily put me in a state of shock. There would be a tremendous amount of cum, and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to swallow it all without getting sick.

"Yes," Tony moaned. "That's it, bitch. Suck it!"

Why the hell is he calling me a bitch? I thought with a touch of anger.

"Fuck him in the mouth, Tony," my wife said. She was literally getting off on what he was doing to me.

Tony took hold of the back of my head with both of his hands and held me in a tight grip as he fucked my opened mouth like a wet cunt. Driving his cock further and further down my throat, silently demanding that I take everything he was about to give to me, I felt him reaching the point of no return.

"Don't stop, darling," my wife said.

I wasn't sure at first if she was talking to me or to her boyfriend.

"Do it!" she continued. "Go all the way. Prove to me that you're my slave and swallow every drop of cum that Tony gives you."

Though the sound was turned most of the way down, I could still hear the music of Enigma coming from the entertainment center in the far corner of the room. The chanting voices and haunting music in the background added a surreal quality to what was taking place, and I couldn't help but wonder if I'd wake up and discover that this had all been a very bad dream. Gerry jerked on the cord around my balls with a quick snap of her wrist, jarring me back to the reality of what I was experiencing.

No, this was definitely not a dream.

Tony let out a loud groan of pure pleasure as he finally reached the moment of release and shot off into my mouth, spurting wave after wave of hot semen down my contracting throat. I felt as if I was swallowing a huge load of hot, salty oysters. The taste was terrible. I swallowed his cum with my eyes closed, willing myself not to throw up, wondering how I'd ever look at myself in the mirror again after what I'd done tonight. Any illusions I'd had about being in control of my marriage were now gone. I knew without a doubt that Gerry had complete control over me and that I'd do whatever she wanted, no matter how twisted or bizarre or humiliating. She was the Mistress of our home, and I was nothing but a slave destined to serve her and her male lovers in whatever way they demanded.

"Very good," she said as her boyfriend released his hold on my head and pulled his still-hard cock out of my mouth. "I'm so proud of you. I now know how serious you are about serving me as a slave."

I couldn't say anything.

There was still a tablespoon of semen left in my mouth and though I wanted to spit it out onto the carpet, I forced myself to finish swallowing it, praying to myself that I'd never have to experience this form of humiliation again. Hopefully, my wife would be satisfied with what she'd accomplished tonight and would leave well enough alone.

"I think your husband enjoyed sucking my cock," Tony said. "Since he didn't spit out any of my cum, he must've loved the taste of it. He did such a great job that I might end of letting him give me a blowjob every week. What do you think?"

"Sounds like a plan to me," Gerry agreed.

Walking back into the closet, my wife got an extra blanket and pillow. When she came back out into the bedroom, she turned the music off, snuffed out all but one of the burning candles, and tossed the bedding down at the foot of her bed. Gerry then untied the rest of the cord from around my testicles and told me that I could sleep in the master bedroom tonight at the foot of her bed as a reward. She left the handcuffs on and then helped me to lie down on the carpet, placing the pillow under my head and the blanket over me so that I was halfway comfortable. When I was settled in at the foot of the bed, she and Tony climbed back under the sheets and talked for an hour or so.

I gradually drifted off the sleep to sound of them making love again, not knowing what the future held for me, but hoping that I wouldn't live to regret my decision in becoming Gerry's slave. I'd wanted it for so long that it would be a horrible shame if the fantasy turned out to be more than I could handle.

by Wayne C. Rogers