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 My wife and I have what is called an `alternative relationship' - she has
taken a lover on the side, and I have become her cuckold.  She would
probably state it differently - she has allowed me to be present "on the
side", while her lover has become the subject of her exclusive sexual
focus. I am by their grace allowed to live in the same house.  My identity
has been transformed from her manly husband to her subservient cuckold,
starting with my alternative sleeping arrangements and associated lack of
sexual access, and extending to my relinquishing of financial independence
(I am given money to spend in small amounts and only when she approves).
   Recently, my wife caught me peeping at her and taking obscene upskirt
pictures while she was taking a shower.  Further investigation revealed
that I've stolen some of her dirty panties and hidden them in my closet. 
She complained immediately to her lover who laughed at first, but later
found it offensive.
   She told me she wanted to see the pictures.  I refused.  He pointed to
the computer and demanded to see the pictures.  I had to comply as they
watched me bring them up.  She suspected that I was not bringing up all the
pictures, took over control of the computer and did a search to find the
hidden files.  My wife was horrified upon seeing her naked pics, especially
one particular picture in which I had added a caption saying, "I'm a dirty
slut who loves to be fucked up the ass".  She got quite angry and told her
boyfriend that he should defend her honor, and that she wanted to see him
take care of it.  "As my lover, you need to address this violation of my
privacy, and see that my husband is punished appropriately!  We will not be
having sex until you take care of this matter!" She stormed out of the
room.
   He looked at me and said, `What the fuck were you thinking?' I gave him
the finger.  He got upset with me, erased all the pictures and explained to
me that he had no choice but to teach me a lesson and to defend his woman's
honor.  I tried to leave the room, but he manhandled me easily, dragged me
to the basement, shoved me over the sofa, tied my hands and feet, and then
called my wife downstairs to witness how he would protect her honor.  She
walked downstairs to admire the scene, walking around the sofa, marveling
at how quickly he had taken charge of the situation.  I struggled to free
myself of the ropes, but to no avail.  He tightened them up even more.  I
was immobilized.
   "For violating my woman's privacy, I am going to punish you." He asked
her if she would like the honor of lowering my pants.  She obliged, "Of
course the pants have to come down." She yanked my pants down and then my
boxers too.  My bared bottom was exposed to the cool air.  Then, when I saw
him holding my wife's paddle, rolling up his sleeves, I realized he was
warming up to spank me.
   "I want you to thank me after every stroke." "Yes, sir" I replied.  He
then proceeded to beat my ass with the large paddle about 30 times very
firmly as I repeated "thank you sir" after each stroke.  My wife watched
happily as he punished me.  He handed the paddle to her to complete the
task of teaching me a lesson.  She walked over behind me, stroked my ass,
and then pinched my ass to make me squirm in pain.  She whispered into my
ears, "I'm so wet."
   She delighted in punishing me, giving me a good couple dozen whacks
herself.  I was hoping it was over.  But then she said to him, "Honey, my
swats are too soft.  He deserves to get some manly strokes, ones that
hurt."
   So she gave it back to him and requested that he punish me more, even as
I begged for mercy.  He paddled me again as she kept saying, "harder".  He
asked me, "Are you sorry for what you did?" "Yes sir", I sincerely
apologized, "I'll never do it again." "That's right you better not!" he
replied, giving me a really hard whack of the paddle.  I began whimpering
as she teased me for being such a wimp.  She went back upstairs to fetch
the cane as well as the dirty panties I had taken.  She placed several
pairs of her soiled panties over my face, pushing the stained, white,
crusty crotch area of each into my mouth, gagging me firmly.  As the gagged
panties got moist in my mouth, I could taste the remains of her vaginal
secretions with every breath.  I also tasted and smelled an unmistakable,
pungent scent of semen with each breath, and most humiliating to me was the
knowledge that it was not my semen I was being subjected to.
   She said to her lover, "I want to see him caned, honey.  I'm going to
sit here in front of him, fucking my vibrator.  Every time you hear me
moan, I want you to strike his bottom with the cane, ok?" She lay on her
back and had a big orgasm after 10 minutes, moaning throughout it.  I got
caned about 20 times.  He released me and I stood up.  My ass was totally
welted, sore and burning.  I could not sit or touch my bottom.  She saw the
tears welling up in my eyes, and gave me a tissue with a smile, teasing me,
"Awww...did the punishment hurt???  It was supposed to hurt.  The spankings
were a gift, from my lover, to me." He made me dress up in my wife's
mini-skirt and then took my picture.  She gave him a long, passionate kiss
to show her appreciation.  After he left, she taunted me with the picture
on the camera, "here's what a well-paddled cuckolded husband looks like!"
   She told me sympathetically, `I know that punishment was severe, and I'm
sorry it had to be that way." I complained, `But why did you have to let
him spank me?" She held me close, caressing my tender buttocks, "Husband,
you wouldn't understand.  My man has a lot of testosterone - way more than
you've ever known.  All of that raging male energy has to find an outlet -
either when he fucks me, or through physical aggression, or in your
unfortunate case, both.  A masculine man like him has to constantly prove
his manhood in protecting his woman.  It's his way of demonstrating that he
owns me and that any disrespect of his woman won't be tolerated.  I could
have spanked you tender myself, but you have to admit that he had the
firmer touch.  And you certainly deserved it.  I was very insulted by you,
and this punishment helped redeem my honor and restore his pride.  Plus you
have no idea how romantic it was to see a man defend me...I was so getting
so turned on while he was taking you to task."
   She kissed me while fondling my penis.  I hardened immediately.  "I know
you'd like to come, but I can't let you." She proceeded to lock me up in a
chastity belt, saying that "I'm keeping you locked up one day for each
picture you took of me, and each pair of panties you stole, and longer if
you give me any attitude." I figured on being locked away for at least two
weeks, and complained in despair, "That's simply unfair." "Unfair?" she
replied indignantly.  "What would be unfair is if I call my lover back
right now to spank you again.  What do you think of that?" I apologized
quickly.
   Later that evening, they fucked each other in front of me as I watched,
tied down, my buttocks stinging against the hard wooden chair, hands tied
behind my back, and my mouth gagged with her dildo.  After they finished,
he released me to come and lick her slimy pussy clean.  I lay down on the
bed, she hovered over my face, squatting with her vagina directly over my
mouth.  "Open your mouth and keep it wide open, else you'll be sorry," she
explained.  Soon a white strand of his cum leaked out into my mouth, it
thickened as the dribbling continued.  The creampie oozed down my tongue.
Then she smothered me and told me to lick her insides clean.  I swallowed
her pussy juice and his semen as she had an orgasm right on my face.  "That
was heavenly, husband," she said seductively.  "That was disgusting!" I
complained.  "How dare you!" she complained.  "We're going to do that every
morning and night until your release date."
   "Honey, you remember how you captioned that picture of me saying that I
like to take it up the ass?  I was thinking of how to respond to that. 
Maybe it's really you who deserves to be fucked up the ass?" she said,
smiling wickedly.  She told me to bend over and spread my butt cheeks
apart. She had in her hand a long, fat carrot, one with the leafy top still
attached.  She had peeled the top of the carrot to a tapered shape suitable
for anal penetration.  She greased it up with a good amount of Vaseline and
then inserted it up my ass, slowly wiggling it in until just the top was
sticking out like a big tail.  "Stand in the corner and hold the carrot in
as a punishment for your disrespectful comments."
   Later that night, she called me over to let me know that her lover
wanted to fuck her again.  She instructed me to suck his cock clean from
their earlier sexual activity.  "Suck it clean until it's good and erect
for fucking your wife."
   He deep throated me to the point of gagging, but he stopped short of
coming.  Instead he swaggered over to my willing wife who was readily
awaiting him, with her legs spread apart at the edge of our bed.  He stood
against the bed, lifted her feet up and inserted himself where only I used
to go once.  "You want to see?" he asked me sarcastically.  He started to
pound my wife's pussy like she had never been fucked before.  It went on so
long that I figured they would get tired.  But they didn't.  She was
enjoying every stroke of his cock, and he had no intention of peaking
quickly.  He inserted two fingers into her pussy to stimulate her even
more. Then he doubled his stroke, banging his penis against her glistening
pussy over a hundred times before coming deep inside her.  She was clearly
worn down, parched, ecstatic beyond recognition, her hair disheveled and
clothes soaking wet.  As he pulled his out ever so slowly, the proof of my
cuckolding was made utterly clear by his still-erect penis coated with
spent cum, my wife's vagina stretched open by another man's penis and by my
wife's blurting out "that was honest-to-God the most awesome orgasm I've
ever had!" Worst of all, she made me suck him clean again immediately
afterwards, and then she made me eat her creampie too.  I was thoroughly
tired of the bleachy taste of another man's ejaculate.  My wife saw me
grimace told me, "it's good for you to eat my creampie - protein for your
tiny weenie to grow, it makes me feel clean and I love the stimulation of
your tongue.  Bottom line is get used to it because you're going to be eat
my creampie routinely." I felt utterly humiliated.
   The next morning, my wife took me to my closet and told me to get rid of
any male underwear.  "My lover says you are not allowed to wear men's
boxers or underwear anymore.  You can wear only clearly identifiable
women's undergarments from now on.  Got it?" she asked.
   "But what do I wear when I go out?" I objected.
   She handed me a frilly pink pair of panties.  "This is my gift to you -
your first pair of girly panties.  You will go to the mall today to buy
some more pairs."
   Reluctantly, I agreed.  It marked the beginning of a new phase in my
life as a happy cuckold.  
  
Defending My Wife's Honor