Life and Times of a Cuck Sub

[ashman]

Watching my wife, Ashley, lounging by our pool this afternoon with her hand gently caressing her boyfriend Stephen’s leg, I realized so many things. First, Stephen is as dominant as I an submissive. Second, Ashley, while certainly dominant over me, is a complete sub when it comes to Stephen. Third, Ashley is such an incredibly sexy and beautiful woman that she deserves a man just like Stephen to take care of her sexual needs. He is so good looking, so sure of himself, almost superhuman when it comes to sex and he knows how to treat her and me. He has trained me to jump at the snap of his fingers. He has trained her to satisfy his every sexual desire and craving. Finally, I have realized that there is a joy and satisfaction to serving such a beautiful couple. Some may think I’m a fool - I work, the 2 of them do not. I pay all the bills, I bankroll their lifestyle, their vacations, you name it. I do all the housework-the cooking, the cleaning, the housework, the grocery shopping. I am their personal servant. I exist to serve them. It is a fulfilling existence for me.

When this all started 2 years back, I did resist all of the tasks that I now relish doing. I was a man, a husband - Stephen and Ashley broke me down. Mostly, it was Stephen. He was able to say things to me and make me do things that I never thought I would do. I like to think of myself now as asexual, but, that’s simply not true. I do abstain from sex - but not by choice. Oh sure, Stephen allows me to masturbate 2 or 3 times a month, but, since he entered my life, I have not entered my wife. I have orally satisfied her on occasion and I have orally satisfied him as well. It is an incredibly arousing thing to do, to satisfy the 2 of them with my mouth. I simply am not allowed to be satisfied by my wife. Well, even that isn’t necessarily true. She does, on occasion, give me a handjob, but, I’ll talk about that later. The 2 things I enjoy most, sexually, are eating my wife out after Stephen has blown a load in her and sucking Stephen off.

I suppose even that’s not accurate. The thing I enjoy most is actually kissing their feet - especially Ashley’s. Being made to practically beg for the privilege of worshiping them, that is what I enjoy most. It is what I think about almost constantly. It is what awaits me at the end of long, long days where I do everything to make their every wish and desire come true.

All these things make me a cuckold. A cuckold who craves to be dominated and humiliated. But, it didn’t start out this way. I didn’t start out this way. Believe me, if you had told me 5 years ago that I would enjoy wearing womens panties, that I would enjoy watching my beautiful wife suck and fuck another man, that I would enjoy and take almost exclusive satisfaction from licking the salty sweat from their feet, that I would enjoy the taste of a man’s cum and his cock, I would have told you that you were insane.

I am a cuckold. I’d like to tell my story here.

 

[ashman]

As I write this, Stephen and Ashley are showering. They will be heading out to a club tonight. Stephen’s insatiable sexual appetite has already been quenched once today. Immediately before dinner, Stephen and Ash came in from outside and Stephen fucked her for almost an hour. Fucked her in my bed ...well, it’s not my bed. It hasn’t been for 2 years. It is their bed and their bedroom. Today, I didn’t have time to watch any of Stephen’s performance. I had to worry about dinner. I saw my half inebriated wife drop to her knees in our kitchen while Stephen drank a glass of ice water. She slid his wet trunks down and took his cock in her mouth. He leaned back against the counter and let her suck him for a couple minutes.

I became hard just watching his hands move to the back of her head and moved her head back and forth onto his cock. He was wet with sweat and water and I imagined he tasted great. I stared at the soles of her feet, her bent legs and wondered how wet she was, servicing her man. She always gets soaked when giving him a blow job. It’s a complete turn on for her. After a few minutes, they went upstairs and I heard her moans and gasps. I knew his routine. She rode him at first, he on his back, she on top. Usually, this lasted until she came. She would then slide off him and immediately go back to licking and sucking his cock and kissing his neck, chest and stomach while the intensity of feeling following her orgasm passed. Eventually, he would enter her while in the missionary position. That would last a few minutes and then he would pull out, flip Ash onto her knees and enter her from behind. He loved to grab her hair and slap her ass while fucking her from behind. Usually, she would orgasm again, while in this position and he would as well.

I was downstairs preparing the steaks and salad, so I saw none of this. I heard it but couldn’t risk not having dinner ready to go when Stephen was ready. Thankfully, everything was set to be put on the grill when Ash came down. She sat on the couch and spread her legs wide and I went over to her and kneeled before her. She placed her legs over my shoulders and without a word, I began to orally clean her out. His cum was already sliding out and I lapped it up like a dog, enjoying the salty taste of her juices mixed with his. When she had another orgasm (her third of the day), I stopped and asked if I had time to worship her feet. She laid back on the couch and stretched her legs out, allowing me a few moments of kissing and licking her feet. The salty taste was almost too much for me to bear. It was overpowering in a very sexual way. I wanted to cum but didn’t dare. I would need Stephen’s permission and he was upstairs. After a few minutes, she pulled her feet back and said that I should start dinner.

She gave me a kiss on the forehead and ran upstairs to lay with Stephen, in bed, until dinner was ready. I know since it was a hot day, they might take a nap, but, she said they had plans to be out by 9:30 so there wouldn’t be time. The shower upstairs has stopped so they are getting ready, now. I’ll have a lot of free time tonight as I’m sure they will stay out late.

 

[ashman]

Ashley worked as a waitress at a restaurant that I frequently ate and drank at when I was single. I'm now 45, Ashley is 28. We met at the restaurant 5 years ago and married within a year. She was and is a beautiful woman. She is about 5'6", weighs 120 lbs, with blonde hair and blueish-green eyes. She is incredibly fit and most would consider her model pretty. I am a very successful professional male. I wanted a trophy wife and, in Ash, I got one. We flirted a lot before we started to date. There was definitely a chemistry of sorts. She liked my reputation and, I'm sure, the way I treated her. I spared no expense on dates, gifts, clothes, vacations, you name it. She wasn't happy working as a waitress and I took her away from all that - ushered her into a privileged and luxurious life. While dating, we had no real problems. We always had a good time and always had fun. She was young and very sexual and we had a good sexual life. It wasn't great, by any means, but we would have sex at least twice a week and more often than not, I could make her orgasm. When we got married, though, duty called me. I had to work to afford our lifestyle. In fact, I had to work long hours which, many times, left me too tired to have great sex. My work and those hours also left her by herself a lot of the time. A little over a year into the marriage, I could see that there were problems.

Those problems didn't materialize until about 2 years ago. We started to have a lot of little fights, silly things, really. But, it caused us to drift apart in certain ways. Sex became a weekly thing, at best. Then, Stephen entered our lives. I had decided to install an inground swimming pool and build a small cabana near the pool in my back yard. It really was something that Ash wanted. There was to be a lot of construction to get what we wanted. One big thing (apart from the pool and cabana) was also the patio and deck. Concrete needed to be poured, the deck built, a fence put up - those types of things. I was given a referral by the pool company of a company that did that kind of work. I contacted them and they were reasonably priced.

The first day, I met with the owner and one of his laborers. Stephen was the laborer. He really was and is a great looking guy. 6 foot tall, blondish brown hair, 170 lbs - very muscular and very sure of himself. He oozed sex appeal. From the first time I spoke with him, I recognized how utterly confident and arrogant he was. He would be spending over a week doing work in the back (along with guys doing the pool). Looking back, I can see now that Ashley was attracted to him immediately. I remember one day, early on in the project, it rained most of the day. I stopped home to make sure everything was covered, etc. Stephen's truck was in the driveway but no other workers were there. When I entered my house, I saw Stephen and Ashley sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a beer. Ashley told me that Stephen had started some of the work that day and worked right up until the rain started. He was waiting to see if the rain would stop and was having a beer while waiting. It all seemed innocent and harmless.

At one point, though, Stephen finished his beer and he looked at me. Almost as if to say, "Get me another beer." Ashley said to me, "Get Steve another beer." Very matter of factly ... very demanding. Stephen looked at me like I was his servant. Like I was beneath him. I felt insulted and said to Ashley, "You get him a beer." She glared at me and repeated her demand, "Get him a beer - don't be rude." Stephen smirked as I got up to get him his beer. I should have seen then what was coming but, I mean, my life wasn't a porn story. I had no idea that within a couple of weeks, Stephen would be fucking my wife. I had no idea that my wife would be so utterly submissive to him. I had no idea, either, that I would allow it to happen and eventually take part in it. Really, I had no idea. I didn't have cuckold fantasies and I'm not sure that I even really knew what a cuck was then.

This morning I thought about how life has changed for me. I woke up early today to make sure that I handwashed Ash's bikini swim suit so that she could wear it by the pool and look her best for Stephen. I also had to do a load of Stephen's clothes - his socks and underwear. Folding them after taking them out of the dryer is humiliating in a way that I can't even describe. Folding his underwear - the underwear that touch his cock - the cock that my wife sucks and fucks - it's just very humiliating and demeaning. But, it's what I am now.

 

[c4goodlife]

Well at least you've found your natural place in the world as a cuck! Congrats.

Has she started putting her pussy off limits to you? Sounds like that is coming.

 

[ashman]

Hi c4 - yes, indeed, I am a cuck. Her pussy has been off limits in terms of me having sex with her since the moment she began her affair with Stephen. That was 2 years ago. I am allowed to orally please her on occasion and I am allowed to masturbate (at Stephen's discretion) 2 or 3 times a month. She has not given me a blow job, as well, for 2 years, however, she has given me hand jobs on occasion. I no longer even think about having sex with her - it does not enter my thinking. I am grateful to be able to jack myself off when I am allowed.

I'll return to 2 years ago, now. After the day of rain where I had to get Stephen a beer, I started to notice little things. Every time there was some question about how construction should go or look, if Stephen and I disagreed, Ash chose Stephen's position. She began to agree with everything he said. The pool and cabana work seemed to drag along, but, slowly, things were close to completion. In that time frame, I had sex with Ashley once (it turned out to be the last time we ever had sex and I am glad, at least, that I brought her to orgasm). Stephen had other jobs and work in our yard became sporadic as things were close to being finished. Some days, he wasn't at the house because he had to wait for some other guy to do some task or install something.

I later found out that it was during this period that Ashley and Stephen were first together, sexually. She told me about their first tryst only after their affair was out in the open. Stephen and Ashley are of a different generation than I am. I hate to text - I won't do it unless I have to. Ashley texts constantly (as does Stephen). They were constantly texting back and forth about the construction. As Ashley told me later, they texted other things as well. I guess you could say they flirted here and there via text. As she told me later, one day, she was at the mall, when Stephen sent a text to her about food. It was some inside joke, I guess. Anyway, she responded that she was near a restaurant that he liked and she might stop and get a meal there for lunch. He texted back that he was stuck at a home construction site and, jokingly, suggested that she get him a carryout order and bring it to him to eat for lunch. She agreed to do it, surprisingly.

She said that she was dressed in a short skirt and a casual chic top. She wore clog type shoes that were in fashion then. This was spring 2011. She arrived at the construction site and was met by Stephen and several of his co-workers. She told me that she knew that every man on that job wanted to fuck her. Stephen had been working on a concrete slab/patio outside but he offered to show her the interior of the house that was being built as it had several unique features. The house was over half finished but was still a month or so away from being finished. Ash told me that Stephen led her upstairs to the master bedroom area of the house. She said he wore jeans and a white T shirt and was drenched in sweat and dirt. When they got inside the master bathroom and he was showing her the area where a large roman tub/jacuzzi would go, she said she was so nervous with sexual energy and so horny that she wrapped her arms around his stomach area (she was behind him) and reached up to kiss the back of his neck.

Stephen turned around and they immediately started to kiss. Deep open mouth kisses she said. Within a minute or two, she could feel his bulging cock in his pants, pressing against her stomach area and she dropped to her knees, unzipped his jeans, slid his underwear down and started to lick and suck his cock. She told me that the feeling was incredible. She felt uninhibited and filled with sexual desire. She said his cock was salty and hard as a rock. She nearly gagged taking him in her mouth all the way, but, she said, she needed to taste all of his cock. At some point, he said something to her like, "You like that cock, don't you?" which seemed to turn her on even more. She told me that she felt like a total slut when she told him "yes." She said his sex appeal made her feel so submissive, like her job, her function was to sexually satisfy his every desire.

He didn't want just a blow job-at some point, he took his shirt off, threw it on the floor and told her to turn around, on her hands and knees. She put her knees on the shirt but said she could feel the coarse wood through the shirt. He slid her panties off and entered her from behind. She told me that they fucked for nearly 20 minutes and that she had 2 orgasms. She said that she was sure the men downstairs heard her moaning and knew that she was fucking him. She said she was crying out so loud in ecstasy that he had to cup his one hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. He blew his load in her and then pulled out and sat back against the wall. She said that she crawled over to him, placing her head in his lap and licked his cock clean of cum. Ashley told me that it was the best sexual experience of her life. She said she had never felt so thoroughly fucked and satisfied. She told me that she knew at that moment that she needed to be with Stephen.

I didn't find this out until a couple of weeks later. When she told me, my heart sank. What made it worse was that she told me just a couple days after ..... well, after I caught them fucking in our bed, in my bed. I guess I can tell that next.

 

[ashman]

She not only stayed the night that I caught her fucking Stephen, she stayed the next night too. We didn't talk much that next day but by Saturday, we were screaming at one another again. Her complaints were primarily that I didn't spend time with her, didn't pay attention to her and that I didn't care about our marriage. In some ways, she was right. I learned that the biggest problem with marrying someone so much younger than me was that we truly had nothing in common. We liked different clothes, movies, music ... you name it. Even on basic things like phones, we had nothing in common. I hate cellular phones and I wouldn't text to save my life. She spends all damn day with her fingers typing away on her iphone. Over time, even though I was attracted to her and even though I did love her, I simply didn't care to spend much time with her. I hated her music, her movies and everything about her generation. I did respond to her by saying that I couldn't spend time with her because I was always working to pay for our house, our vacations, her car, her clothes and her lifestyle. Plus, even if she was unhappy with me or my behavior, that didn't give her the right to fuck around on me. In the quieter moments, that day, she told me that she loved me but didn't feel there was any romance left. On this, we could agree. I loved her like I would love a very dear friend and I know she felt the same way.

She asked if she could stay a few days until she could get settled somewhere else. I agreed. For the next few days, we didn't talk or interact.

A few days stretched into a week and we slowly started to make small talk. I asked about whether that had been the first time she cheated on me and that's when she told me about the earlier tryst at the home construction site. I can't say that I was mad about the earlier tryst as I had resigned myself that we would be divorced soon. I suppose it did hurt to hear the details (which she clearly relished telling me - I think she got hot just remembering their first fuck). Still, everything seemed over to me.

One night, I drank quite a bit after leaving the office and came home *****. I was horny and wanted to fuck Ashley but couldn't figure out how to approach the subject. We talked a bit and I tried to jokingly ask for one more night of sex. At first, she seemed to laugh at the thought of it, but, then, she said, "You really would have sex with me after what I did to you?" I wanted to be a real tough guy and tell her, "Of course not. I'm joking." But, I couldn't say that. The truth was, I did want to have sex with her. I said, "I am letting you stay here and I am being nice to you. It has been awhile for us ... well, for me, anyway." She looked at me with curiosity, disgust, attraction, surprise ... all those things, like she was trying to figure me out.

She was sitting on the couch but had her back against the arm rest portion of the couch and her socked feet were on the cushion of the couch. I was looking down, afraid to look at her. Basically, I was staring at her feet. I always had a mild foot fetish. I would say that my fetish is more footwear. I am turned on by woman in boots, heels, that kind of thing. I love sexy shoes and boots and, by extension, feet. She always found my shoe/foot fetish to be mildly interesting and, especially in the early days of our relationship, she would go out of her way to wear sexy shoes and boots.

She lifted one of her socked feet towards my face and said, "You always did like my feet. You thinking about them now?" I must have turned noticeably red because she laughed out loud. "You have been nice to me, letting me stay here and not yelling at me," she said, "are you going to keep being nice?" I have to admit that I was really conflicted. I was horny, I did want to touch and kiss her feet and to have sex with her, but, I was very hurt and angry with her, still. In the end, my dick proved to be my undoing. "I could never be mean to you," I said, "no matter what you do." She put her feet in my lap and started to rub my cock with them. I closed my eyes. She told me to lay back and she undid my pants and started to rub my cock through my underwear with her feet. I was very hard. That surprised me. I didn't think that I could still find her sexually attractive after what she had done but I was hard as a rock almost instantly. She put one of her feet to my mouth so I could kiss it and she rubbed my cock with the other. "You promise, you're going to be nice, give me time to do what I have to do?" she asked. I muttered, "Yes, I promise." Sexually, she always had me under her spell. She is as beautiful as any model and just exudes sex appeal. I always felt very submissive when we had sex. Which is not to say that I was a submissive lover - I could fuck her very hard and be very dominating. But, deep down, I always imagined that when we had sex, it was my sole role to please her. Whether it was kissing her neck, fucking her long, deep and hard. Whatever.

As I inhaled the scent of her foot and sock while kissing it, instinctively, I knew that I shouldn't be doing this. Lust is a funny thing. It's hard to turn it off. I definitely lusted for Ashley that night. She softly said, "No sex, though, tonight. I'd feel too weird, but, I want you to come." I nodded my head in appreciation. It had been awhile and it took about 5 minutes for me to explode in my underwear. After, I could see that she had made herself horny, so I asked if I could satisfy her. She spread her legs and let me kiss and rub her to an orgasm. We ended up going to our separate guest rooms without saying much more.

2 days later, things got crazy again. I always look at that night as the calm before the storm. It was one last semi-normal experience between us.

 

[ashman]

Ahhhh .... nearly 3 a.m. and can't fall asleep (even though I have to be up in 4 hours and have a long Friday at the office) because the King and Queen are fighting again. This particular argument has been going on for over 2 hours and they are really yelling at one another. Lately, this has turned into a weekly thing. Can't say that I feel bad that they're fighting ... in some ways, I still have some anger and I think they both deserve to be miserable. Then, I think that I deserve what I have. We each have made decisions and now live with them, for better or worse. Don't think I would enjoy the King and Queen breaking up, though. I don't think I want to go back to my old life. Being their sub slave is great for me most days.

I do find it interesting than in all these stories that I've read in forums, real life is very rarely written about or portrayed. Reading those stories, you would think that the wife and Bull never, ever fight. Not so in this house. Sometimes, when I'm washing the floor or vacuuming, I think to myself that there is absolutely nothing sexually appealing or attractive about house work. Nothing. Reality isn't always sexy. Same with these fights they have ... nothing hot or sexy about it.

On the other hand, makeup sex between Stephen and Ashley is just incredible. So, while I don't get make up sex anymore, at least I get to hear (and sometimes watch) their passionate make up sex. :hump:

This fight started (from what I can figure out) because Ashley somehow insulted Stephen's intelligence - made him feel not so smart. I remember when he first moved in, they had gone out drinking with some of his friends and Ashley apparently made some condescending remark to him in front of the friends. He was angry all night (Ashley told me about it later). Anyway, when they got home, I was still downstairs watching TV. I could hear them arguing while they were in the garage. When they got in the kitchen, Ashley said something like "You need to grow up, listen to what I say and learn a little." Stephen was irate and he simply looked at her and said, "What?" She repeated her bitchy comment and he looked her straight in the eyes and said, "You know what, I've had enough, shut your fucking mouth, get on your knees and suck my cock. You're going to learn a whole lot tonight." Ash looked speechless but I mean to tell you, she dropped to her knees, said she was sorry and sucked his cock right then and there. It was a sight to see.

Back to the narrative tomorrow - I just had to vent about these 2 and their hours long screaming match. wtf.

 

[ashman]

No vicarious make up sex as the King and the Queen (good thing they don't frequent this Forum because I'm sure they wouldn't like my derisive nicknames for them) are still engaged in battle.

Which is a long way from how things were 2 years ago. After Ash and I had our "night" together (2 posts up), things were quiet the next day. However, when I came home the next night, there was a car in the driveway. I entered my home to see Stephen and Ashley watching TV and drinking wine in the Great Room. Their little party seemed to have been going on for a few hours as they both appeared quite intoxicated. "You have to be kidding me?" I screamed. Stephen said, "About what?" I refused to even look at him and said to Ashley, "What are you fucking doing?" She laughed and said, "Watching TV but" and she rubbed his groin, "maybe we'll be fucking later."

Before I could say another word, Ashley said "You promised to be nice." I told her that I would be but that didn't mean she could bring her boyfriend over. She said that she wanted to see him, spend time with him and since I said it was OK to stay there for awhile, she didn't understand why he couldn't come over and visit. I was as angry as I was hurt. I was speechless at her insensitivity. I told her that I didn't think that was a good idea.

"Why not?" Stephen asked. Before I could answer him, he said, "Dude, you can have her feet anytime you want as long as she's here. I mean, I hear you've got a thing for feet and shoes." I was just crushed. I glared at Ashley. I couldn't believe that she would tell him such a secret, personal thing. Instead of feeling bad, Ashley lifted up her one foot. She wore white ankle socks. "Come on," she said, "I have those little dark toe marks on the bottom of my socks that you like so much." I was so embarrassed, so humiliated, I couldn't think of anything to say. I couldn't believe she could be so cruel and heartless.

I finally told her that she had to leave. She responded by saying that she didn't want to and she didn't want things to turn ugly. "I don't want to be mean about this or mean to you but the house is in my name too, why should I have to go anywhere?" I told her that the house was in both our names but I paid for it. She responded that until a divorce was filed and a judge told her to leave, she shouldn't have to go anywhere. I really wondered where this all was coming from. Someone was giving her advice.

"Please," she said, "I don't want to fight. Go ahead, you can play with my feet right now if you want." Stephen laughed. Ashley said she wasn't trying to be funny or mean. She said that I could kiss her feet right then. She even said that she would put boots on for me. "Let's just get along as best we can until the divorce," she said. Stephen added, "I'm OK with you having her feet or shoes whenever you want."

I was so humiliated that I had to leave the room. I went upstairs to the guest room I had been sleeping in and just sat on the bed, stunned. I had never seen this side of Ashley. Maybe she did have a lot of anger towards me that I didn't realize. I was suddenly exhausted and since I didn't want to leave the bedroom, I turned the TV on, undressed and just laid in bed wondering how fast I could talk to a divorce lawyer.

I fell asleep and a couple hours later was awakened by the sounds coming from the guest bedroom next to mine. Ashley had been using that room. I heard the bed moving, I heard Ashley moaning, I heard Stephen groaning. They were fucking like crazy. It was loud, really loud. I heard her saying, "Oh fuck, right there, right there" and she would moan out loud. It went on and on. Sometimes there would be a very short break and I imagined they were changing positions. I think I was in shock. I just listened to it all. In the midst of it, I remembered what it was like making love to Ashley - I remembered how intense our sex was at the beginning. I tried to block the sounds out by, of all things, remembering our sexual escapades. It was odd because I was slightly aroused remembering the sex we used to have. At the same time, I could hear Stephen fucking her. I heard her orgasm cry and not too long after, I heard him groan loudly. Finally, all the noise stopped.

Within a couple of minutes, she entered my bedroom. I pretended like I was asleep but she told me that she knew I wasn't. I heard Stephen walking down the stairs and heard the house door open and close. She told me that she wasn't trying to be mean but that our marriage was clearly over. It was the same discussion we had several days earlier. She had on an unbuttoned pajama top and her panties. Her hair was messy. She also had her socks on - the same white ones she had on earlier. She touched my leg with her hand and said again that we should just get along until things were officially over. She told me she loved me but we both needed to move on with our lives. She slowly rubbed my leg, gently, caressing it as she talked. "Just be nice to me until then and I'll be nice to you, OK" she said.

She slid her foot onto my chest and up near my mouth. "Ashley," I said, but I couldn't say anything else. "It's OK," she said, "go ahead, you know you want to, just do it, it's OK." I tried to fight it but could not. I slowly pecked at the sole of her socked foot. She asked if I wanted her to put boots on or some other shoe. I nodded "no" and kept kissing her foot. I was hard. I couldn't understand it, but, I was still hard. She gently stroked my cock through my underwear with her hand, massaging it, grasping it in her hand and pulling up and down. "Now, doesn't that feel good?" she asked. I felt like I was drowning. I was sick to my stomach and, at the same time, sexually aroused. It made no sense to me but I knew she was right, it did feel good. She continued to jack me off through my underwear while I kissed both her feet. Even the way she was sitting on the bed turned me on, her knees sort of bent, her socked feet in my face, her eyes staring at me kissing her soles.

She slid her hand inside my underwear and now started to really stroke my cock. She stopped and slowed down everytime I was close to cumming. "Be nice to me now," she said, "and then I'll finish you." She spread her legs apart. I couldn't figure out what she wanted. Stephen had just fucked her for almost an hour, I couldn't understand how she could still want more arousal. Still, I kissed her inner thighs and moved my mouth to her panties. I did realize that Stephen had just been inside her but I assumed they had used protection. It wasn't until I really started to open mouth kiss her through her panties that I realized they had used no protection. Her panties were soaked and I could taste a salty substance. I figured it might be his cum but I didn't think she'd ask me to please her if he had cum in her.

She pushed my head down on the bed, slid her panties off and sat on my face. As I lapped at her, I could now taste the cum inside her. It dripped on my face. She pushed her pussy hard into my face and kept grinding into my lips and tongue. I had found the right spot and she was getting excited. She was now moaning lightly and rocking back and forth on my face. I had a hard time lapping at her and breathing but I did my best. I knew she was close to orgasm and, suddenly, she cried out, stiffened and then her body started to shake.

She fell onto the bed, in a heap and immediately grabbed my cock. She was now on her stomach, her knees bent, with her feet in the air. She stroked me faster and harder. I grabbed one of her legs and kissed her lower leg while she stroked me until I came.

"See," she said, "isn't it better to be nice to one another?" I asked her if she planned on having him over again and she said she did. I asked for advance notice so I didn't have to see or hear them. She said she would try. I then suggested that since I didn't want to go back to our bedroom, perhaps she and Stephen could use that room so that I didn't have to hear them. She agreed. And, so, with that, I gave my wife and her lover my bedroom, the master bedroom, to use for their trysts.

It's like I said. I didn't just wake up a submissive slave one day. There were a series of little decisions (like giving her the bedroom) that slowly gave her and Stephen the opportunity to be together and the power to be dominant over me.

I have to go home soon. I'm very tired with the lack of sleep and long day of work. I wonder if their current argument has ended?

 

[ashman]

Still no peace here in Ashleyville...which sucks for me. When I got home, Ashley was in a fairly bitchy mood. Stephen was nowhere to be seen. Ash had spent the afternoon shopping and had purchased, among other things, a $1,200 Louis Vuitton purse. She called me before she bought it to make sure it was OK and, of course, I told her yes. "That's what our money is for," I told her. I once made the mistake of saying "my" money and she was a bitch for weeks on end. Even though I am the only wage earner, we are married and she certainly does other things to further the marriage.

When these fights between Stephen and Ashley go on long, I end up suffering. Tonight was no exception. She was, as I said, in a fairly foul mood. She showed me her purchases. A lot of clothes and the purse, all very nice. She had just gotten home shortly before I did and looked really cute. A pair of very chic short shorts, a cute top and wedge sandals. She said her feet were killing her from walking around the mall and stores all day. I suggested that I give her a nice foot massage while she did some more shopping online. "That sounds good," she said, "I still need a couple more pairs of shoes and some other things. Bring me a glass of wine and I'll start looking." She sat at a little antique roll top desk that is in our formal living room and turned the laptop on. I brought her a glass of wine and got down on the floor to remove her sandals.

"Wait," she said, "You know our agreement." I sighed. The rule was, if she wasn't getting any or if Stephen wasn't getting any (when she was on her period), then I wasn't getting anything at all, including masturbation. I went into the bedroom and got my chastity device. I grabbed the CB 6000 but I had several others. None of them were very comfortable. Sometimes I use the Bon 4 but last time, I found that it was really painful. With any luck, I would only have to be locked up for a day or two.

She locked me up and then I got down on the floor, near her feet and unstrapped her sandals. I slid them off and slowly massaged each foot. My cock was very hard and it hurt like crazy. Wedge sandals turn me on, the smell of her feet after wearing shoes all day turn me on and the softness of her feet do the same. I imagined how her feet had sweat while she walked and I was truly driving myself crazy with lust. "Ashley, honey, if I buy you something special tonight online, can I please, please kiss your feet?" She smiled down at me and said, "You can buy me this skirt and these shoes" as she pointed at the screen. I glanced at them and they looked cute and outrageously expensive but I didn't care, I started kissing and licking the soles of her feet, her toes, in between her toes ... everywhere that I could. Her feet smelled and tasted incredible and it was even more sexually appealing since she was being very demanding and bitchy tonight. I truly loved serving her on nights like tonight.

At one point, she slid one of her feet on my crotch and said, "You poor thing." I could see she was getting turned on by my worship of her. She is the only woman that I have ever known who is so turned on by dominating a man. She started to gently rub her pussy, then sighed and said, "Follow me." She walked into my bedroom, laid on the bed, slid her shorts off and spread her legs. Then she grabbed the back of my head and ****** me between her legs. Her pussy smelled incredible. That musky smell, mixed with a little perfume and sweat. Just an intoxicating smell. I kissed her through her panties and then slid them off. Even her panties looked fantastic. Everything my wife wears looks incredible and sexy on her. I used my tongue, my lips, my hands, even my teeth to get her off. She was completely into it, grinding into my mouth, grabbing my hair and head, pushing down on the back of my head when I hit "the spot." After she had her orgasm, she told me, "That was great. Now, don't let Stephen know. He'll be mad. Now let's go back downstairs."

First she went in her bedroom and put a pair of workout shorts and a T shirt on. She went right back to internet shopping and I went right back to her feet. I thought she would let me out and maybe jack me off, but no such luck. As I type this, my cock is aching in this cage but I can't do anything about it. Stephen is still not home and I'm guessing that he's not coming home tonight which means when he finally does come back, things will get really ugly. Ash is asleep. I've done nothing but think about fucking her for the last 2 hours. I so miss being inside a woman. 2 years is a long time not to have real sex. I have the pair of pink hip hugger panties she wore tonight. I keep inhaling their scent and it's just overpowering. I know this sounds crazy but everything that happened tonight, worshiping her, spending a couple thousand on her, kissing and licking and rubbing her feet, kissing and licking her pussy and ultimately being completely denied, sexually, by her is something that I have come to crave. I almost feel a sense of euphoria right now. Odd, right?