SLUT WIFE STORIES

'Alternatively, you can ignore the key, get your ugly face between my legs and clean your masters cum from your mistresses pussy. If you choose that option then the game will continue. It will be permanent. There will be no going back.'

I looked up at her face and into those beautifull green eyes.

'You know which one I want you to choose baby, but it has to be your decision. Remember, I love you more now than ever. I will always love you whatever you decide. But make no mistake, your decision is for keeps no matter what.'

Shit, why did it have to be so complicated ? I just needed to cum so much ! The sight of those gorgeous legs, the contrasting white of her thighs against the black nylon stocking tops. That was it, I was going for the key ! As I reached for it I looked into her pretty face. She was smiling but managed to look sad and dissappointed too. Why did I look at her face? Now I felt guilty. But what did I have to feel guilty about? After months of teasing torment, of humiliation and denial, I was entitled to one measley orgasm, wasn't I?

Her smile broadened as she whispered,' I love you baby.' I knew it then. I could refuse this woman nothing. She had worked so hard to make my fantasy real, overcome so many obstacles, been so strong while I would have crumbled so many times. Now I had the chance to repay those efforts, to make my wife happy. What did it matter what it cost me?

I withdrew my outstretched hand and leaned my face toward her thighs. As her legs parted I could see the folds of her pussy coated in a thick white cream. The smell of sex was strong as I stuck out my tongue to lap up the cum of my wife's lover. Delving deeper I heard her groan deeply and, as her thighs clamped around my head, a flood of warm,salty spunk flowed from her pussy into my waiting mouth.

'Oh yes, you are a good boy. A good little slave for your mistress aren't you?'

After a few minutes her thighs relaxed enough for me to hear her say,'Hands behind your back slave. We don't want any unauthorised touching of your misstress do we?'

Struggling desperately not to gag, I closed my eyes and swallowed as quickly as I could, feeling a moment of pride in the knowledge that I was making my wife happy. Ok I had thrown away the opportunity to cum but there would be another chance soon. Then suddenly I was struggling for air as, grabbing fistfuls of my hair, she pulled my sweating face into her soaking pussy. She began thrusting her hips as she screamed at me, 'Yes you fucking useless bastard, lick up your masters seed. That's all you're good for. My little pussy clean up boy. I'm gonna have so much fun with you. I love having you as my slave. You have no fucking idea what I'm gonna put you through. Now suck me you piece of shit. Oh yea yea yea, you fucking looser, oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck !'

Just as I thought I would pass out from lack of oxygen, I was released and lay panting with my head on her thigh. Realising I was touching her without permission, I quickly raised my head and looking up at her, was surprised to see a tear making its way down her beautiful face. Seemingly embarrassed she quickly wiped it away and stood up. As she smoothed down her dress I plucked up the courage to ask,'Please maam, do you........I mean .....do you love him?' I knew I was in dangerous waters without the obligatory paddle, but I had to know, I just had to!

'I would normally punish you severely for daring to ask questions of me slave. However, you have pleased me with your choice - if not with your pathetic attempt at oral sex - so I will answer you this once. The love that may exist between a mistress and her lover is no concern of a slave. It is a completely different kind of love to that which a slave has for his mistress or her for him. The one does not negate the other. So, to answer your rather impertinant questio, yes I do love John and he loves me. Now, if you don't mind, I am going to go and show him how much I love him.'

My heart was as heavy as lead as she strode past me towards the door and I called after her,' Please maam, I love you so much! That's why I made the choice. I love you!'

Turning to look at me, she smiled, 'I know baby, I knoe. Now get on with your housework.'

I was concentrating on my ironing, trying to get the ceases in my wife's clothes just how she likes them, when John, her lover, strode into the room. After watching me for a while with an amused grin on his face he spoke,'Would you like to take those boots off now slave?'

I had been wearing the stilletoe boots for two days now. They were a couple of sizes too small and my feet felt like they were being slowly crushed in a vice. I would have done just about anything to be able to remove them but that still did not make it easy for me to have to belittle myself to this beast. I loathed him intensely, not least for the way he had stolen my wife's affections from me. It had always been my fantasy for her to give herself completely to another man and I had accepted that a certain amount of jealousy on my part would be inevitable. What I had not anticipated was that my wife would deliberately choose someone who disgusted me. Someone I hated with a passion. Neither had I banked on her giving that man such control over me.

'Yes please sir.' I mumbled reluctantly.

'Oh I think you can do better than that boy.' He smiled as he pointed at the floor in front of him.

My face burned with embarrassment as I dropped onto all fours and crawled like a dog to kneel at the feet of a man half my age who adressed me as boy!

'Well? I'm waiting.'

'Please sir, please may I take off these boots?'

'That's better. Ok I'll think about it. But first I want you to do something for me.'

I cringed inwardly as I imagined what that might be!

'I want you to speak to your wife.' Then he went on to explain what he wanted me to say.

It was not my proudest moment. Kneeling in front of my darling wife, bright red with embarrassment and seething with loathing for her lover who stood watching from the doorway as I spoke,' Please maam. I just wanted to apologise to you for being unable to satisfy you in bed and for being a useless pathetic excuse for a man.' I went on,'I am really pleased that you have found a real man to make you happy.' I think my wife was trying not to laugh, though I kept my eyes on her shoes, not having the courage to look her in the face as I continued my carefully rehearsed speech.

'Master John is very handsome and I really admire him. The two of you make a lovely couple. I don't blame you at all for falling in love with such a stud and I hope that the two of you stay together for ever.'

'Alright that's enough slave boy, you can go now.' said John as he walked past me and gathered my wife into his arms. 'Here,' he said, throwing the key to the padlock on my torturous boots on the floor. I scrambled to pick it up and leave quickly before he changed his mind and, closing the door behind, me I hobbled down the corridoor, the muffled sound of their laughter mocking me as my vision blurred with tears of shame.

Removing those boots was such a blessed relief it was almost worth the humiliation ! Unfortunately it was short lived as that evening I was presented by my wife with a new uniform. This one was even worse than the black maid's outfit. A bright baby pink rubber dress with matching stockings, frills and bows and, worst of all, a pair of pink booties, far too small with incredibly high heels.

'I was keeping this until I was sure where we were going. It's yours now my pet. Wear it with pride and know that you are my sissy little slave.' This was her speech as she presented the outfit to me and encouraged me to quickly put it on. Her smile as I took the items, curtsied and turned to go to the spare room to change, said she knew, as I did, that I was now truly broken to her will.

The rest of that evening I spent tottering on those ludicrous heels, serving my wife and her lover with drinks and snacks as they cuddled up on the couch watching a movie like any regular loving husband and wife. When not busy I had to face the wall with hands on head, listening to them kiss and whisper, occassionally breaking out in giggles. It was not difficult to imagine what the object of their amusement might be.

When, eventually, my wife and mistress fell asleep, John lifted her in his arms to carry her to bed. As he walked past me he said,' Clear up then go to bed slave. You can sleep in the garage tonight, I don't want you in the house.'

'Yes sir,' I replied as my wife giggled sleepily.

'Oh and I guess I'll have to stop calling you slave boy now won't I? Nothing that dresses like you could ever be considered a boy could it?'

'No sir,' I answered, hanging my head in shame.

The next morning I was allowed back into the house to make breakfast for my wife and her lover. Afterwards, as I cleared the kitchen table she told me that I could have the scraps they had left but I must eat them from a bowl on the floor with my hands behind my back. I was too hungry to argue and so tucked right in as my wife sat watching me.

Having completed the washing up I heard my wife calling me into the lounge. As I knelt in front of her I believed my prayers were to be answered. She was giving me another chance to cum !

'If I ask John for the key to your chastity belt then I think you should do something for me too honey, ok?'

Of course it was ok, anything, I didn't care !

After shouting for her lover she told me to undress leaving on just my stockings and pink booties. Even the entry of her lover whom I loathed intensely did nothing to calm my growing excitement. In fact I was beginning to think that if she did not get that cage off me soon I was going to burst it open!

I was puzzled though when my wife asked her lover to strip too. ' If John is going to go to the trouble of loaning you the key for your cage then I think its only fair that there should be something in it for him too. Don't you slave?' she asked as she cocked her sweet face to one side in that cute little way she has.

'Yes maam,' I answered. I didn't really care what he got, I just needed to cum so bad ! I watched as he handed her the key and she unlocked my cage. My cock was so tight inside it took some fiddling to get the cage off, then, sensing freedom, it sprang up harder and larger than it had ever been in my life.

'Ok honey,' she said to John. 'Stand beside slavey so I can compare.' This was unbelievably embarrassing! He was about the same build as me though a few inches taller. I knew he was larger in the cock department but knowing it and having it paraded in front of you are two different things. As my wife pointed and giggled I felt the stiffness begin slowly to leave my cock. It was as if the blood were flowing out of my cock and into his as I looked down and watched him inflating impressively.

'Now slave I am going to let you play with your little thing for my amusement. But I want you to play with John's at the same time.'

'Oh no !' I thought. Not that. I can't. I had never touched another man there and never wanted to.

'Are you going to dissobey me slave? Think very carefully before you do.' she said coldly.

'Please maam,' I begged.

'No ! You do as I say now or get out of my house! I fucking mean it you little shit. Now I said !'

I had no choice. She was serious. Tentitively I reached out and took his impressively hard penis in my right hand.'Don't forget yours baby.' she cooed as I took my own now shrivelled manhood in my left hand. Conscious of the fact that my whole hand barely covered half the length of John's cock whilst two fingers were more than enough to cover my own deflated weapon, I began to stroke us both.

'Faster you little slut. Let's see who can cum first.' As I speeded up he groaned and I looked up at my wife to see her pushing her own hand inside her knickers.

Even after months of abstinence the embarrassment was just too much. I could not bring life to my completely shrivelled organ. If anything it was getting smaller. Unable to compete with John's superior endowment it gave up and ran leaving me utterly devastated.

'Oh yes,' my wife moaned.' That's the difference. We can all see it. John my darling I love your cock. Cum for me baby. Cum on my stockings.' she said moving to place her nylon covered left leg in front of her lover.

'You,' she said, looking at me,' You are pathetic. Look at that useless thing. You beg me to let it out then you can't even get it hard. You fucking disgust me. You are not half the man John is. Look at him. Look at that magnificent cock. Handle it carefully. Show it how much you admire it. Oh fuck. I'm gonna come. I never thought I would see you like this. My loving husband jerking off my lover. Oh fuck yesssssss !'

As I watched her girate in the throws of passion I felt Johns cock grow even larger in my hand as he began to thrust his hips. The spunk shot out of him and landed in thick white pools on my wife's immaculate black stockings. He just kept shooting and shooting and I imagined what my wife must feel when he shot that amount so forcefully inside her.

'Oh shit that was amazing !' my wife gasped.' Slave get that cage back on and stop embarrassing yourself.' The cage went straight on without difficulty as my shrivelled cock offered no resistance.

'Now come and clean up your masters mess.'

As I knelt to lick his still warm gooey spunk from her leg I could see them embrace and kiss in my periferal vision. Then guess what ? My treacherous cock began to harden and struggle against the tight confines of the cage !

Finishing my cleaning duties I looked up to see my wife kissing her lover as he sat beside her on the couch. I couldn't help myself. All the frustration, the embarrassment, the humiliation, the jealousy. It all just came flooding out as I began to sob uncontrollably.

'Oh baby!' my wife said softly, as she took her hand from John's cock and began to carress my head. 'It's ok. You have a good cry. It's all part of the process. There'll be a lot of that to come.' I laid my head in her lap, my tears wetting her stocking tops as she comforted me. ' That's my good little slave. You cry for your mistress. Cry for all you've lost. All the things you'll never have now. Thats it, let it all out. You'll understand soon baby. You can make it much easier on yourself if you just give in. Forget who you used to be. Forget what we had together. It doesn't exist anymore. This is your life now. We can enjoy it together but you have to give yourself to me. Totally. Completely. It will be easier for you in the long run.'

Then grasping a handfull of my hair she pulled my head up from her lap. Looking at her through vision blurred with tears I loved her. I worshiped that woman ! She wanted me broken to her will. Well so be it. I was hers now and always.

'Now, there is the small matter of your dissobedience. I will not tolerate hesitation when I tell you to do something slave. Do you understand ?' I was beginning to understand a lot of things.

'Go to the spare room and prepare yourself for punishment.'

I rose on unsteady legs and picking up my uniform, made to leave.

'You can leave off the uniform slave. Now go, quickly !'

I waited kneeling in the corner of the room facing the wall for what seemed a long time before I heard them entering behind me. I was insructed to get up and stand at the bottom of the bed. I was shivering with fear as John secured my ankles to the bed legs and my hands behind my back. The rope from the ceiling that last time had stretched my arms up above me was this time secured to my wrists behind me. As John pulled down on the other end of the rope my arms were pulled up toward the ceiling and I had to bend forward over the bed. He kept pulling till I thought my shoulders would be dislocated before tieing off the rope. I was very consious of how exposed my behind was and what a helpless and ridiculous figure I must appear.

My thoughts were interupted as I heard the swish of a cane behind me. ' This is for your own good slave. I will not tolerate the smallest hint of dissobedience from you. The sooner you understand that the better for your ass.'

The swish again then fire, burning uncontrollable fire. The bite of the thin and flexible cane on my ass was unbearable. It was only two days since I had been beaten with John's leather belt. My behind had not had time to recover from that. Now it was having to take more! As the second stroke landed at the top of my thighs I tried desperately to scream but could not find the air to do it. I was being cut in two!

'It's alright slave the neighbours are away for a few days. You can scream all you like.' my wife laughed. As the third stroke landed I did and I went on screaming till I thought my vocal chords must surely tear. Even when the beating stopped I went right on screaming till, eventually I heard my wife speaking, demanding my attention. Fearing further punishment I forced myself to silence and tried to focus on her words.

Apart from stockings and cute little platform sandles she was naked on the bed in front of me. John was beside her fondling her breasts and kissing her neck.

'I want you to see this slave. Do you remember all the times you tried to persuade me to give you my ass? Anal sex, thats what you called it. And I always told you how disgusting I thought it was. How only a complete slut would do such a filthy thing. Do you remember? Well I've got a real treat for you. I'm going to let you watch John take my virgin ass. I want you to see me give him what I would never give to you.'

It was true. I had often fantasised about plunging into the depths of her gorgeous, tight little ass. Now I was going to see someone else do it. To her. To my darling wife. This was too much. How did I get into this? Why did I persuade her to start this cursed game?

I watched close up with a grandstand view as John lubricated her ass then used his fingers to open her gently as she knelt on the bed. Eventually she told him she was ready and he knelt behind her, his greased pole in hand, poised at her virgin entrance. 'Are you watching loverboy?' he teased.

'Oh take me baby. Take my ass.' my wife moaned.

'Ask nicely bitch.' he replied.

'Oh stop teasing. Get that thing inside me. Take me. Take my ass lover.'

And so he did. Slowly at first then with increasing power as her ass muscles began to relax, the look of pain on her beautifull face turning to one of lust.

'Oh fuck yes. Do me. Do my ass. Right in front of my husband.' she gasped in time with his lunges.

'You'll never have this. You'll never know what my John is feeling right now.' she said, looking right into my eyes before she squeezed them tight shut and gasping like a landed fish she came.

'Look at your wife now loverboy. Remember how she looks with my cock skewering her ass. Watch me fucking fill it.Oh oh oh fuckkkkkkk.'

That night, having served my wife and her lover drinks, I sat in the lounge positioned in front of the tv tied tightly to a wooden chair from the dining room. I was naked except for the stockings my wife had been wearing all day. They were laddered and stiff with dried cum from her anal adventures earlier in the day.She had given them to me as a momento to remind me of how she lost her anal cherry. My cock was desperately but futilely pressed up against the confines of its cage as I divided my attention between the porn video playing on the tv and the activities of my wife and her lover who were both naked and engaged in deep and heavy petting on the sofa.

Eventually she whispered to him and they stood to position themselves in front of me. My wife faced me and bent forward resting her hands on the arms of my chair. Her lover stood behing her and I watched the dance of emotions across her face as he once more drove his manhood into her ass.

'You have no idea how this feels. Letting a man fuck your pussy is no big deal these days. But when a woman gives her ass to a man she belongs to him. For ever. Do you understand slave?'

I nodded my head in surrender as she continued. ' I love this feeling so much. I never want it to end. I want John's cock inside me. In my mouth. In my pussy. And oh yea ! In my ass. '

'You never made me feel like he does. He is ten times the man you are. A hundred times.'

If I had any ego left it was leaving right now.

'You fucking looser. You could have had this. You could have had my ass but you weren't man enough to take it were you? Were you?'

'No maam,' I mumbled.

'You make me sick. All the years I wasted on you when I could have been getting my ass screwed by men like John. You know I need him don't you? You know I love him.'

I was nodding as the tears flowed down my cheeks once more. Shit I was doing a lot of crying lately. But then she had warned me I would be hadn't she? What did she say? I should give myself to her, surrender to her will completely. Alright, I would.

'Tell John I love him you fucking spineles wimp.'

'Please sir, my wife loves you.'

'Ask him to fuck my ass hard. Ask him never to stop fucking me. Tell him I belong to him. Tell him you fucking looser!'

So I did and the room echoed to the sounds of my painful words, John's grunts of conquest and my wifes screams as she came once more, impaled on her lover's cock.

Afterwards he left the room telling my wife not to be long. She wiped her leaking ass on a pair of her dirty knickers and shoved them into my mouth, securing them in place with duct tape. Still crying and breathing hard through my nose I watched her fiddle with the tv remote.

'There you go. I've set the dvd to repeat play. I know you probably won't be able to sleep so you might as well spend the night watching what you can't have. What you'll never have again.'

Carressing my damp cheek she kissed me chastely on my forehead. ' Goodnight sweetheart. You did well today. I'm really pleased with you. Just remember to keep giving in. Keep surendering yourself to me. The more you give the more I will take. And the more I take from you the happier I will be. You want me to be happy don't you babe? You want your sweet little sexy wife to be happy?'

'Yes maam,' I mumbled. And I did. I loved her so much, so completely. I knew then what she had known for some time. The more she hurt me, the more she abused and humiliated me - the more I would love her.

CONTINUE TO PART 3