Trophy Wife Mounted and Stuffed

[Custer Laststand]

Custer comment: "Cool. It sounds like Mel was turned on by Obama's re-election. Maybe she secretly fantasized about fucking him, now that he's the chief alpha-male in the U.S. once again..."

Ron's reply:

It's no secret. Melissa would just die if he walked into the same room. She's got it so bad for him that if she decided she wanted children he'd be at the top of her list of potential sperm donors... directly into her pussy, of course.

Of course. Your wife is clearly not the only white woman with the hots for Obama. See, for instance, the photo at the beginning of this HuffPost article:

Gender Gap In 2012 Election Aided Obama Win

The tall, gorgeous blond woman in a close embrace with Obama, with an expression showing emotions well beyond mere affection, is Cecilia Richards (president of the Planned Parenthood action fund).

 

[italiandude]

no news my friend?

 

[Custer Laststand]

Yes... how's it going in your neck of the woods, Ron? What's happening...?

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Ronnie the Fag

My beautiful wife who I don't deserve decided to read all of my posts earlier in December. She was not pleased and had every reason not to be for a number of reasons. I showed too much of her face. I gave too many details about her professional life. The biggest mistake was the post regarding my meeting with her mother in which I said I'd love to have sex with her.

After every thing she'd done for me it was an unforgiveable mistake.

On a recent vacation to Mexico we stayed at an adult resort where my wonderful wife was able to fully ****** my short comings as a man.

She made me see that while I am bi-sexual, I don't prefer pussy as I'd always believed, but rather cocks. I have married and had children because it's what society deems normal.

I married my first wife Julie because her large breasts were like my mother's and my need was to nurse not mate because I didn't get to nurse long enough when I was a baby. I married Julie because she was dominant just like my father. I thought about my father's cock all the time when I was younger and he gave me baths. I sat on his lap when I was as old as thirteen because I didn't just love him, I wanted to be with him. Melissa made me realize that what I truly wanted to do was suck on my father's cock. Had he allowed me to do so I wouldn't have been satisfied until he became my lover, and fucked me as well. As she pointed out I wore woman's under wear before I became a teenager.

Finding a thread that talked about why I divorced Julie she made me acknowledge that my problem wasn't so much that my brother fucked my wife, but that he didn't want to take me in the same manner.

In all likely hood Julie had sex with my father in addition to the other men who satisfied her because I had neither the size nor inclination to keep her happy in the bedroom.

I confessed that I had sex with men more often before I was married than I had told her.

Melissa maintains that I'm not so much a cuckold as I am gay.

I pretend in hopes of being able to indulge in homosexual activities.

She was going to make me post pictures of myself wearing panties, with cum in my mouth, and with dildos in my pussy, but I performed and arranged some other things for her, and she has relented for the time being.

I am on probation.

Melissa will also okay my mails before posting. She is being very generous.

I'm a queer, cock sucking fagot.

I have chores to do, and other tasks to perform so I need to sign off.

I love my wife very much.

I'm so very lucky to have her.

 

[Custer Laststand]

I am on probation.

As you should be. You are, in fact, a fortunate cuckold if Ms. Melissa has only put you "on probation." It sounds like it will be appropriate henceforth to refer to her as your boss-wife.

Melissa will also okay my mails before post [them].

Excellent. It's good to hear that in the future, we can be confident your posts about your domestic life and times will all have been authorized by your boss-wife. Thus, there will be no further need to suspect your comments may be excessively tilted toward your own point(s) of view.

She is being very generous.

A vast understatement, to be sure.

I'm a queer, cock-sucking fagot.

That's a shocking confession. But, if your boss-wife directed you to say that, I suppose we have no choice but to take it seriously...

I have chores to do, and other tasks to perform so I need to sign off.

I should think so. The whole forum should feel fortunate that your boss-wife has allowed you to post even this brief update.

I love my wife very much. I'm so very lucky to have her.

Indeed. From now on, you will be wise to always close with a tribute to your boss-wife of this nature. Otherwise, she might not allow you to post.

Your self-humiliating post of today suggests it may be time for your boss-wife to consider moving you in the direction of improved behavior by fitting you with a male chastity device (and becoming, of course, your sole-keyholder). This article:

Male chastity advantages for women:
Making Him Your Dream Man: Male Chastity FAQ

may assist her with making a decision. Your boss-wife may also wish to review the the available devices, some of which can be found (for instance) at these sites:

Male chastity devices:
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ExoBelt - The best male chastity device in the world.

Welcome to CB-6000.com - World Leader in Male Chastity

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Keeping you in a chastity device would allay Ms. Melissa's concerns about her strongly-sexual mother fucking you behind her back.

Also, it would provide you with increased housework motivation. Your boss-wife could, for instance, post your daily housework chores as a table on the refrigerator door, with a new table for each week or month, so you could check off each chore each day when you complete it. Your boss-wife could then give you a grade for your housework each day at the bottom of your "chore column" for that day.

Then, at the end of each week, Ms. Melissa could calculate your grade-point average. If it's sufficiently high, she could reward you by unlocking your chastity device and allowing you sexual satisfaction in some manner of her choosing.

If, on the other hand, your housework grade average is not sufficiently high, your boss-wife could punish you with an over-her-knees spanking, you in the nude (still wearing your chastity device), her fully dressed (using a suitable wooden paddle), after which she could direct you to stand and hold your nose pressed in a corner while displaying your reddened ass for her pleasure.

Afterwards, your boss-wife could further motivate you to improve your housework performance by declining to unlock your chastity device for some additional number of days of her choosing.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

So Happy

Apologize for the length of my absence.
This will be short, but I promise to update soon.
Mistress is the best thing that has ever happened to me outside of the birth of my two children.

OMG I just love my chastity device. It did take some time to get it put together, and finding the correct ring size, but given the small size of my penis it’s pretty close to perfect.

I never pee standing up anymore because it’s tidier. After wearing it for a few days I found myself getting hard before putting it on which makes it difficult and I have to think about things non-sexual. Now it’s like having a new car that I have to keep in the garage. I simply love walking around wearing nothing but my WB6000S. Mistress calls it that because she says in my case it’s more like a worm blocker.

It’s been so busy, but relaxing for me because I no longer make any decisions that don’t have to do with my business. Mistress wanted to hire a personal trainer, and I didn’t want her to have to spend any more money so I suggested that we cancel our house cleaning service.

I’m perfectly capable of handling all of the household chores during the off season. Mistress was really pleased. I prepare her breakfast every morning, and serve her in bed. Dinner is ready when she walks in the door after her long day at work.

Mistress's trainer is nearly seven feet tall, and in his mid-twenties. He is very handsome, and Mistress is developing some lovely muscle tone. He is also a light skinned black man. Mistress asked me shortly after the election to photoshop some pictures of the President of the United States, and herself having sex. She loves them, and I even got a reward. Just a couple of weeks ago Mistress had a dream and she was President Obama's wife. They didn't have sex, but did dance together, and the funny part was Mistress said that in her dream she had an Afro.

Mistress grades my performance weekly on a scale of one to ten. An eight or above results in my being permitted to ejaculate. The way in which this is achieved varies from straight sex to Mistress having me bend over while she plays with my b-spot and milks my penis. I rarely get totally erect, but my climax is very satisfying although a tiny bit messy which is why I we only do it on tile or vinyl flooring. My tongue works better than any mop when it’s time to clean up the mess.

Mistress is also in charge of my Viagra. Mistress delights in having me swallow a pill before I head to the office knowing that with my worm blocker in place I’ll suffer most of the day.

My children both visited over the holidays. They spent the actual Christmas Holiday with my ex-wife because she hasn’t remarried, and they didn’t want her to be alone. Neither of them appears anywhere close to finding a life partner, but much as I’d like to be a grandpa I don’t want them to make a mistake.

They both get along really well with Mistress, and she likes them in turn. I really thing that Mistress might have a tiny crush on my son. He is so buff, and must shave his chest because it is so smooth just like K.C.’s. And he certainly doesn’t take after his father in the male hood area either. He has quite the bulge when just wearing his tight boxer briefs.

We did get together with her folks over the holidays, and it was fun, but not nearly as much fun as two days earlier. Mistress invited Louise over for some girl talk. Louise of course not knowing that her secret lust for me had been discovered. I served them wine instead of coffee. After they had a few it was time for my special treat.

I was wearing sweat pants with nothing underneath but…you guessed. My worm blocker. I loosened the string having practiced several times earlier, and walked back into the kitchen knowing just how close I was to losing them. It was so perfect. Louise mouth dropped open not realizing what she was looking at for the first time. Mistress waited until her mom looked at her in amazement, and declared, “That should take care of any unresolved issues you have about getting into my husband’s panties mommy dearest.”

Louise sputtered declaring her innocence, but having already engaged in an adulterous relationship with Mistress’s first husband her indignation was short lived indeed. Mistress allowed me to disrobe, and strut around in just my WB6000S until Louise finally left. Mistress said that her mom’s panties where probably soaked. Mistress then took me to her bedroom, and just loved me to death.

I practice my oral skills as often as possible on a new dildo that Mistress bought me for Christmas. K.C. was the first recipient of my new skill set, and was honestly impressed. His comments were off color, but kind of added to the thrill. Mistress was proud of me, and she released my worm so I could pleasure myself standing in the corner of the bedroom while she and K.C. finished up on her bed.

I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I’m just busting to tell someone, and Mistress said it would be okay. Mistress convinced me that it was time to make amends with my older brother and his wife. Family should come first and even though I hadn’t totally understand at the time they hadn’t done anything that deep down inside I didn’t want to happen.

My brother and I talked for over an hour on the phone. He was both surprised and pleased. The last thing he suspected was that I had called to apologize. We arranged for them to spend the weekend with us, and it surpassed any expectations I harbored.

I'll try to post details about their visit soon.

Good by until then.

 

[jag]

Wow. Long time.

twerped, I think I missed the part about your brother getting involved in the bed room etc.

I hope you are happy and do not do anything irreversible. All the best!

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

My Ex-Wife And The Delay

Well, the delay in responding was due in large part to the punishment Mistress imposed after reading through my thread. I wasn't allowed to post unless she was rewarding me, and Mistress also had to approve any new post.

Then we lost power for thirteen hours, and when it came back on my mother board was like ruined, and I couldn't just have anyone come out, and retrieve my data because y'know they might have seen stuff.

Mistress pointed out I was spending too much time on it watching porn anyway so she wasn't going to pay for a new one. My allowance wouldn't cover it either so I finally purchased it with company funds.

After twenty plus years of marriage to my ex-wife Julie I wasn't able to satisfy her anymore in the bedroom. She had affairs with a few different men, but she didn't tell me. Julie became very assertive not just in the bedroom, but in her general demeanor towards me.

A friend who had been seeing her finally told me that I should get my head out of my bottom or I was going to lose her.

When I confronted her she reacted badly, and I should have done more to please her but my male pride was injured. I did some things for her that I found very objectionable at the time, but looking back were not that big of a deal.

My older brother's new wife, Claire, Julie, and I started going out together with an eye towards swapping. They knew but I did not until it was too late.

The three of them had spent time in the bedroom together before the swap took place. I wasn't aware of that either because once again I was not paying enough attention to Julie.

When the swap did take place it was on our martial bed. It had been a really wild evening leading up to the bedroom.

Julie and I were in identical positions on our bed. Our bottoms were at the end of the bed lying on our backs. In a swap I always thought it meant I would have my penis in Claire, and Mike would have his cock in Julie.

I was only half right. Claire wore my wife's strap-on dildo which ended up in my bottom while right next to us Mike had his impressive tool in Julie's vagina pleasuring her in a way in which I had never been able.

I simply wasn't secure enough in myself to handle the situation. Julie had taken me numerous times before so I shouldn't have reacted with such intense intolerance.

I ended up filing for divorce. Few people knew what actually caused the divorce because I couldn't very well admit what had taken place. We told her adult son and daughter that we had just grown apart which was true, but not in the manner we convened.

Everyone is happy now which is all that really matters.

 

[Howwee]

Dude WTF

Maybe just me but you've turned into a complete wuzz.
You even talk different.
Didn't you use to have some say in who your wife fucked and cucked with.
You don't want to bang your MIL anymore
What? You'd rather suck your FIL
You'd rather suck dick than fuck your wife or another woman
She even tell you when she fucks another dude
The trainer is a black dude and you don't think he's going to knock off a piece
Your brother fucked your ex and you told him you were sorry you got pissed
She's got you by the balls buddy.
If you got any left

 

[jag]

Howwee,

I think twerped is experimenting even more radical move.

As long as he is happy I guess it does not matter how it goes.

But frankly I was hoping he would have both his wife and MIL on the same bed doesnot matter if it comes as a reward from his wife or he just makes it happen on his own !

 

[Custer Laststand]

Twerpedbyjulie,

Apologize for the length of my absence.

Hey, no problem. I assumed your wife was denying you permission to post because she was displeased with you, but imagined we would hear from you when she decided you were ready to say the kinds of things she wanted you to tell the forum.

Mistress is the best thing that has ever happened to me outside of the birth of my two children. .... OMG I just love my chastity device.

It's entirely appropriate that you now view, and refer to, your wife as your Mistress now that she has your male essence, such as it is, locked in a chastity device.

I never pee standing up anymore because it’s tidier.

And, of course, because it's appropriate for you as your Mistress's submissive cuckold, whom she requires to wear panties and a chastity device, to sit to pee...

.... I simply love walking around wearing nothing but my WB6000S. Mistress calls it that because she says in my case it’s more like a worm blocker.

In a supposedly-true story* on a site elsewhere, a dominant French woman married to a submissive American, both living in France, described searching until finally she found the kind of chastity device she wanted for him. It had a ring at or near the penis tip, which enabled her to attach a short length of chain to the tip of his chastity device and the other end to his neck collar (which she required him to wear while at home). She said she found it a turn-on to watch her submissive cuckold "walking his sex," as she put it, while doing his housecleaning work in the nude wearing only his chastity device, chain and collar ensemble.

*As with all such on-line stories, it was left to the judgement of the reader to decide whether it was actually true.

It’s been so busy, but relaxing for me because I no longer make any decisions that don’t have to do with my business.

Ah — so you've discovered the benefits of your wife becoming your Mistress and, as such, becoming (formally, it sounds like) head of your household. That's good...

Mistress wanted to hire a personal trainer, and I didn’t want her to have to spend any more money, so I suggested we cancel our house cleaning service. I’m perfectly capable of handling all of the household chores during the off season. Mistress was [/is] really pleased. I prepare her breakfast every morning and serve her in bed. Dinner is ready when she walks in the door after her long day at work.

All good, and as it should be...

Mistress's trainer is nearly seven feet tall, and in his mid-twenties. He is very handsome, and Mistress is developing some lovely muscle tone. He is also a light-skinned black man.

Jeez — where do these guys come from anyway? It sounds like he may be biracial, or one or both of his parents are. Re. your Mistress's improving muscle tone: good. It sounds like he may soon improve her life in other ways, as well... if he isn't already.

Mistress asked me shortly after the election to photoshop some pictures of the President of the United States and herself having sex. She loves them, and I even got a reward. A couple of weeks ago Mistress had a dream that she was President Obama's wife. They didn't have sex, but they danced together. Mistress said that in her dream, she had an Afro.

Those are all very reasonable thoughts and fantasies for your Mistress to have. Congratulations for earning a reward by using your photoshopping skills to please her.

Mistress grades my performance weekly on a scale of one to ten. ....

Excellent. Given that many cuckolds in this forum have admitted their more-dominant wives require them to wear chastity devices, it surprises me that more of these women don't grade their cuckolds on their housework (and other) performance on a weekly basis, and reward or punish them accordingly...

Mistress is also in charge of my Viagra. She delights in having me swallow a pill before I head to the office, knowing that with my worm blocker in place I’ll suffer most of the day.

I must say, that sounds like a slightly out-of-the-ordinary form of cock and ball torture (CBT, as it's called)...

Mistress invited [her mother] Louise over for some girl talk [during the holidays]. Louise, of course, not knowing that her secret lust for me had been discovered. I served them wine instead of coffee. After they had a few it was time for my [and, you might have added, your Mistress's] special treat. I was wearing sweat pants with nothing underneath but my worm blocker. I loosened the string, having practiced several times earlier, and walked back into the kitchen knowing just how close I was to losing them. It was so perfect. Louise mouth dropped open not realizing what she was looking at for the first time. Mistress waited until her mother looked at her in amazement, then declared: “That should take care of any unresolved issues you have about getting into my husband’s panties, mommy dearest.” Louise sputtered declaring her innocence, but having already engaged in an adulterous relationship with Mistress’s first husband, her indignation was short-lived. Mistress allowed me to disrobe; I then strutted around in just my WB6000S until Louise finally left. Mistress said that her mom’s panties where probably soaked. Mistress then took me to her bedroom, and just loved me to death.

All good. As I suggested earlier, your father-in-law will probably soon find himself wearing a male chastity device with Ms. Louise his sole key-holder...

I practice my oral skills as often as possible on a new dildo that Mistress bought me for Christmas. K.C. was the first recipient of my new skill set, and was honestly impressed. His comments were off-color, but that kind of added to the thrill. Mistress was proud of me, and she released my worm so I could pleasure myself standing in the corner of the bedroom while she and K.C. finished up on her bed.

Also good. (K.C., as I recall, is the athletic young man who plays football, works for you during the summers, and further assists you by acquiescing in your Mistress fucking him...?)

The remainder of your post and your subsequent post also sound positive. Thanks for the comprehensive update.

—Custer

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

My Brother and His Wife Visit - Part One

Mistress and I discussed how we would approach the approaching visit of my brother and his wife.

The plan was simple enough. We would behave as a happily, married couple. Whenever possible Mistress would make a point about how terribly satisfying our sex life was, and that she’d never met a man like me before. My brother Mike, and his wife Claire would leave our home with no doubts about our relationship, and that the age difference made no difference.

I would wear men’s under garments, and the chastity device would be hidden away.

They arrived late Friday afternoon, and after hugs all the way around Mistress showed them around the house while I insisted on bringing in their luggage. I had prepared some light finger treats, and served cocktails. They were complimentary about our home, and could not get over how good I looked after losing twenty pounds. Claire in particular seemed delighted. Mistress as is usually the case received more than her fair share of praise. I noticed both Mike and Claire taking in her delights.

For their part, my brother had put on some weight, and his hair was almost totally gray. Claire looked very nice, and her ass begged to be bitten.

We had dinner reservations, and everyone went to their rooms to freshen up while I cleaned up then headed to Mistress’s bedroom. Mistress wore a business suit with only a couple of inches of skin showing between the top of her boots, and the bottom of her skirt. Claire wore skin tight slacks with a simple sweater over her blouse.

The conversation was lively, but nothing untoward was mentioned. We moved into the quiet lounge after dinner to share a couple of drinks before heading home. Mistress had decided she’d be the designated driver so she watching her intake. The rest of us however were feeling no pain. Two separate incidents followed that side tracked our evening plans.

“Has Ron ever shown you his ear trick?” Claire asked Mistress. No he hasn’t was her reply as she glanced my way.

It’s a stupid trick if it should even be called that. I can move my ears up and down. Depending upon my mood I either attribute it to my enormous brain or the exact opposite. Not much brain because it’s used to move my ears.

Mistress giggled, and Claire asked if I had ever mentioned my brother’s special talent. It took just a second for that talent to register in my alcohol inhibited memory banks. His tongue. It’s long, and we used to tease Mike about it when we were kids suggesting he used it to remove boogers. Hey, we were kids.

Mistress of course asked, at which point Claire had the cocktail waitress bring her a Bailey’s and coffee. She asked for whipped cream, topped with a cherry. When the drink arrived Claire scooped a large dab of whipped cream up with her finger, and placed it on the tip of Mike’s nose.

“Watch this Melissa.”

Extending his tongue my brother make three quick trips with his long tongue to his nose, and the whip cream disappeared. Claire laughed, Mike looked pretty proud of himself, and Mistress was smiling.

“That’s just part one Melissa watch this."

Claire had Mike stick his tongue out and curled the sides of his tongue up along the sides creating a trough. Claire dropped the cherry with its attached stem onto his tongue where he held it for a moment before it disappeared into his mouth. I’ve seen the stem trick performed by several women, but Mike’s the only male. It took less than a minute for the stem to reappear tied into a circle.

The next part I hadn’t seen before because you eat the cherry before tackling the stem I guess. Claire leaned closer to Mike, and opened her mouth. The cherry reappeared whole on the balanced on tip of his tongue. He held it there for a moment, and then flipped it into the air. Claire didn’t have to move an inch in order to catch it, chewed, and swallowed.

Mistress did a little hand clap number before declaring that if she had to choose between the two talents she’d have to go with Mike. Big surprise. I was a tiny bit concerned not with what Mistress had said, but by the look in her eyes. I was very familiar with the almost smoldering stare emanating from just below her slightly closed lids.

Claire said that if you’d ever had evil thoughts about a dog’s tongue this had to be as close as you’d ever get without actually doing the nasty.

“Mistress doesn’t even like dogs.” I was in such a hurry to belittle my brother’s side show that I reverted to addressing my wife as I most often did in the privacy of our home. Silence as they both stared at me and Claire’s face showed recognition at my verbal gaffe. Mistress covered as best she could declaring I must be more than a little ***** not even able to enunciate her name clearly.

The damage had been done as I was to find out when Mistress excused herself to use the restroom before we headed home.

“You little sneak. You’ve been holding out on us haven’t you? How much of you does she own…exactly?” Claire asked breathlessly.

I tried to talk my way out of the situation, but neither of them was having any part of my excuses. They both maintained they weren’t judging, it did however clear up questions about how I was able to keep such a, “Hot piece of ass happy,” given my age, and lack of endowment.

“It’s making my nipples hurt,” declared my sister in law. “I suppose it’s too much to ask that she likes a little girl on girl action because I’d love to have a go at those tits of hers.”

“She’s not like that Claire so let’s just change the subject. We’re all having a good time I don’t want to spoil the evening.”

“Not a problem baby.”

Claire kept most of her promise, but launched into a long story as Mistress drove us home about how Mike had surprised her on her birthday two years earlier. He had her wear a too short, pleated skirt, and because she NEVER wore panties it was very likely that several people had seen her pussy while they were at dinner.

“And it was freezing outside. Melissa you know how it is when you’re flaunting it don’t you? I was positively dripping by the time we got to the restaurant. I was afraid my lips were going to freeze together before we got inside.”

After dinner they’d stopped at the home of a younger couple with whom they’d become very friendly. Mike had a present for her, and left Claire with their friends while he went upstairs to retrieve it.

“When your brother came around the corner dressed like a dog I just split a gut laughing. Those nasty kids were in on it though pretending like it was their new pet, and it hadn’t been properly trained yet. Your brother started out by humping my leg while they kept saying, “Bad dog, bad dog.”

“Of course that didn’t stop your brother Ron, and that’s when it dawned on me why he had me wear the short dress. He pushed his nose up my skirt, and started to lick me. Well game over folks between his hall of fame tongue, and those two kids watching I was just a flood down there.”

Claire went on to describe how she’d tried to get away from the bad dog, but ended up on her hands and knees shortly before being mounted like a dog-bitch and cuming while their friends gawked at this open display of mating.

“Your brother hadn’t let them in on just how far the puppy act was going because they probably wouldn’t have agreed. But God bless my husband he just has a sense for when a couple is ready for a little adventure provided they’re properly primed, and oh were they ever primed.”

Mistress ran a red light during the telling of the story, and later missed a turn.

“We of course didn’t push them too far that first evening because we didn’t want to ruin all our hard work so we had some fun bringing them off orally.”

“Did it go further?” Mistress asked.

Mike and Claire both burst into laughter at her question.

“Claire seduced both of them one at a time before we actually swapped.” Mike answered.

“It took them awhile longer before they’d do it in the same room at the same time.” Claire added.

“How old are they?” Mistress again. I was erect, and glad I wasn’t wearing my worm blocker.

“Honey, Mary would be thirty right? And Terry is a couple of years older?”

Mike agreed with Claire’s estimate before asking Mistress if she found the story off putting.

“I guess if everyone is willing, and no one gets hurt its okay. That sort of behavior just doesn’t appeal to me personally.” Replied my wife as I breathed a bit more easily.

“Oh Mel honey it most definitely isn’t for everyone.” Claire added as Mistress finally pulled into our driveway.

Everyone was tired and speaking for my Mistress and me also very horny. We all retired to our respective bedrooms. Mistress slipped out of her tight skirt, ordered me to kneel, and I ate her pussy until she climaxed. After we hit the bed it was more of the same. I suffered no illusions regarding just whose tongue she was thinking about as she urged me to drive my own deeper in her pussy.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” My worm was buried into her warm wet receptacle for less than three minutes before I came much to our mutual disappointment. We ended the evening with Mistress climaxing as I worked her clit and pussy with a vibrator.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Part Two. Primed and pumped.

PS Mistress got shot down by her trainer. He was very polite, but told her it was not only a bad business practice, but he never had sexual relations with married women. I took the brunt of her disappointment.

 

[iwearthepanties]

Great story

I really enjoyed hearing about your visit and dinner--what an evening. Can't wait until the next part. I also worry about letting the M word slip.

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Not A Wuzz

Maybe just me but you've turned into a complete wuzz.
You even talk different.
Didn't you use to have some say in who your wife fucked and cucked with.
You don't want to bang your MIL anymore
What? You'd rather suck your FIL
You'd rather suck dick than fuck your wife or another woman
She even tell you when she fucks another dude
The trainer is a black dude and you don't think he's going to knock off a piece
Your brother fucked your ex and you told him you were sorry you got pissed
She's got you by the balls buddy.
If you got any left

Mistress says you're off base in your remarks. I input on what Mistress is planning when I'm asked. Using crass language is a sign of a limited vocabulary Mistress says, and should only be used only when absolutely necessary. Mistress is not required to tell me about every single encounter she may have after all she only engages in entertaining other males because of my short comings.

I addressed her trainer in my last post, and of course nothing happened.
Yes, my brother did have carnal relations with my ex-wife. Mistress has rightfully pointed out (after their visit) that it was my weakness as opposed to my brother's strength that resulted in sex outside of the marriage.

It's just silly to suggest I want to suck my father in law's cock, and my feelings towards my mother in law was just a pathetic attempt to prove to myself that I was some sort of stud.

Mistress says she has me by the penis, not my balls, and there is a huge difference.

 

[Howwee]

Obviously I was wrong

Mistress says you're off base in your remarks. I input on what Mistress is planning when I'm asked. Using crass language is a sign of a limited vocabulary Mistress says, and should only be used only when absolutely necessary. Mistress is not required to tell me about every single encounter she may have after all she only engages in entertaining other males because of my short comings.

I addressed her trainer in my last post, and of course nothing happened.
Yes, my brother did have carnal relations with my ex-wife. Mistress has rightfully pointed out (after their visit) that it was my weakness as opposed to my brother's strength that resulted in sex outside of the marriage.

It's just silly to suggest I want to suck my father in law's cock, and my feelings towards my mother in law was just a pathetic attempt to prove to myself that I was some sort of stud.

Mistress says she has me by the penis, not my balls, and there is a huge difference.

After reading your reply and description of your reunion I was totally fucking wrong. Sorry about the language. Must have missed something about the trainer. Cause the way I read it she asked him to fuck and he said no. If I was less fucking enlightened I'd think she wanted and would have fucked him if he had said yes.
Can't wait to read your next part because there's no way she fucked by your brother.
Right?

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Valentine's Day

I'm almost finished with the rest of my brother's visit story, but I just found out I'm not spending Valentine's Day with my Mistress.

She picked out the restaurant a couple of weeks ago, and told me what time to make the reservation for tomorrow night.

Mistress modeled the new panties, and bra she would be wearing, and the red wrap around dress as she told me I wouldn't be attending. I tried to reason with her, begged, whimpered, and almost cried which resulted in a spanking.

I asked if she would please at least tell me who her date was, and she told me I didn't know him. I'd meet him when he picked her up.

"He knows you're married?"

"He knows I'm married to a cuckold with a tiny dick. By the way you'll be greeting him at the door, and I haven't decided what you will or won't be wearing."

Mistress did promise that if I'm good I'll get to clean her pussy when she gets home.

 

[Custer Laststand]

I just found out I'm not spending Valentine's Day with my Mistress.

What a surprise...

She picked out the restaurant a couple of weeks ago, told me what time to make the reservation for, then modeled her new panties and bra she would be wearing beneath her red wrap-around dress as she told me I would not be attending.

All nicely sadistic... I like it...

I tried to reason with her, begged, whimpered, and almost cried which resulted in a spanking.

As you had hoped for, no doubt. Clearly, your Mistress knows how to keep you humiliated while simultaneously giving you what you crave...

I asked if she would please at least tell me who her date is, and she told me I don't know him. I'd meet him when he picked her up. "He knows you're married?" "He knows I'm married to a cuckold with a tiny dick. By the way, you'll be greeting him at the door. I haven't decided what you will or won't be wearing." Mistress did promise that if I'm good I'll get to clean her pussy when she gets home.

Your Mistress described you as not merely her cuckold, but her tiny-dick cuckold? Ouch...

Now that Valentine's Day has come and gone, I'll look forward to reading your Mistress-approved account of how her evening went — when, of course, she sees fit to relate it to you then allows you to post it.

I hope her new date was not so stunned by your attire, or lack thereof, that she required of you when you greeted him at the door that he was frightened off, and you received your well-earned reward...

 

[Custer Laststand]

Ron,

Thanks for the update...

[My Mistress Melissa] has read the following, approved it, and encouraged me to finish.

...which, it's good to know, has been approved by your Mistress.

I’m just so very, very lucky to have found and married this wonderful woman.

It's also good to see you continue to appreciate the need for endorsements of this nature. A submissive cuckold can't be too careful...

I have only a few comments in response to your articulate posts.

“Facts ma’am, just the facts.” I was doing my Jack Webb aka Joe Friday impression, and I suspect that none of you under the age of say, fifty have a clue who I’m talking about.

I used to watch "Dragnet" with "Joe Friday" and his sidekick on black-and-white TV when I was a kid, so I'm qualified to continue reading your post...

I slipped on a short sleeved shirt and headed to the kitchen, but knocked on our visitor’s door first, letting them know breakfast would be ready in about fifteen minutes. Omelets. I make great omelets although it’s not rocket science.

"Rocket science," as it's called, took a heavy hit a while back when NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory (JPL) crashed a multi-hundreds of millions of dollars lander... well, it was supposed to be a lander, anyway... on Mars, because a contractor had constructed the lander using medieval units (per U.S. engineering practice, evidently), while the JPL scientists maneuvering the lander toward touchdown thought they were working with metric units (i.e., rocket science is metric). As I recall, the lander velocity as it approached the Martian surface was in miles per hour, but the JPL control-room folks assumed the velocities registering on their monitors were in kilometers per hour (much slower). Just a historical comment...

...[I was] turning to head for the sink when I felt rather than heard a body very near my own. Before I had any chance to react my shorts lay in a pool around my bare feet and ankles, leaving me naked from the waist down with, of course, the exception of my WB6000S. It was absolutely silent for a heartbeat or two before Claire exclaimed, “Oh you are just so precious I could just eat you.”

Amazing how quick and easy it is for a woman to slip one's boxers (or other shorts) down, isn't it...?

I did a little turn so my chastity device was on full display to both of them, and asked Claire to please pull my shorts up. “We both expected to see panties honey that’s why I pulled your shorts down, but this, this is soooo much better, and you don’t have a hair on you.” Claire turned to my brother saying, “See, this is what I want you to do it’s just so much more fun sucking cock with not a single hair to get in the way. You could at least trim your pubes. It’s got a lock Mikey he can’t do any screwing around either. I should definitely get one of these for you. Teach you to keep your dick where it belongs.”

Speaking of which, a while back a woman friend said I should shave the hair off my cock, balls and environs. I asked her if she would like to do that. She said yes. I said OK — and she did. Seeing how easy it was (she's well-practiced with respect to herself), I've continued to keep my pubes shaved. Since then, she's said more than once she appreciates that... more men should shave their pubes (she says), since women like that better.

Claire waited until he’d turned the corner before saying, “Hey,” at which point I turned towards her, and she pulled the back of her robe up ******** her naked ass. It was a nine. Glorious round hemispheres that would make any male take up anal intercourse. “You and I are going to fuck before I leave so just get used to it.” She blew me a kiss before leaving me alone in the kitchen, aching for release...

Nice... you have something to look forward to.

Re. your chastity device, you mentioned a while back (in Unclem's thread, I think) that your Mistress had required you to display your caged cock to 5 others. So far there's been your mother-in-law, KC (one of your Mistress's young lovers), and now your sister-in-law and your brother. That's 4. Who's the other one...? Did I miss somebody...?

In any case, it seems a good practice for your Mistress to demonstrate to as many of her friends and relatives as possible that she has taken sole ownership of your cock by keeping you caged and being your as sole keyholder. This is almost certainly the most effective way for dominant women to spread the word regarding the benefits (to them) of this practice.

Will your brother soon find himself locked up in a cock cage...?

—Custer

 

[twerpedbyjulie]

Custer

I used to watch "Dragnet" with "Joe Friday" and his sidekick on black-and-white TV when I was a kid, so I'm qualified to continue reading your post...

I was just a kid too, and did we have anything other than black and white back then? Just when we went to the occasional movie?

"Rocket science," as it's called, took a heavy hit a while back when NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory (JPL) crashed a multi-hundreds of millions of dollars lander... well, it was supposed to be a lander, anyway... on Mars, because a contractor had constructed the lander using medieval units (per U.S. engineering practice, evidently), while the JPL scientists maneuvering the lander toward touchdown thought they were working with metric units (i.e., rocket science is metric). As I recall, the lander velocity as it approached the Martian surface was in miles per hour, but the JPL control-room folks assumed the velocities registering on their monitors were in kilometers per hour (much slower). Just a historical comment...

I do remember, not one of their finer moments. The units of measure surprised me as well, but for lack of comparison numbers (different conversion unit) Worked on a lot of projects where measurements were shown in metric with the conversion to feet and inches in brackets right beside it, but then in our case they realize they're not dealing with people who even pretend to be rocket scientists.

Amazing how quick and easy it is for a woman to slip one's boxers (or other shorts) down, isn't it...?

Yep, and these were perfect, no belt with an elastic waist. I had baby powder all over my shaved areas so it increased the slide factor.

Re. your chastity device, you mentioned a while back (in Unclem's thread, I think) that your Mistress had required you to display your caged cock to 5 others. So far there's been your mother-in-law, KC (one of your Mistress's young lovers), and now your sister-in-law and your brother. That's 4. Who's the other one...? Did I miss somebody...?

No you didn't because I never mentioned him. He was another summer time employee/football player. He's not returning this summer either. He was one of the mystery cocks with no name. The first time I became aware of him was on the same day that he saw my cage. He wasn't nearly as big as K.C., but he certainly got the job done. He continues to see Mistress.

Will your brother soon find himself locked up in a cock cage...?

Not a chance. Real men don't wear chastity devices those were meant for women or as he pointed out to me on several occasions guys who would rather have pussies. My brother claims to have bedded in excess of two hundred women. Might explain why he keeps getting married and divorced.

 

[jag]

Twerp,

when can we expect the rest of the story of your brothers visit and the valentines day events ?

Thanks for sharing with us.