Story codes: Cuckold, MF, Humil, cons, chastity

Prologue:
This story follows on from the previous 24 hours during which time my beautiful, yet sexually devilish, wife had both started an affair with a work colleaque and managed to convince me to go along with it. What followed was an amazing night of sex, after she had spent the evening enjoying cybersex with her new mate, whilst she made me satisfy her with my eager tongue. In the end we made a pact. In return for my orgasm I would accept her affair with Patrick. The reality of this arrangement would start the very next day.

THE DAY AFTER

We woke as usual, five minutes after we should have. The alarm had come and gone with one of us out stretching our arms to ensure the much unloved device yielded up those extra few minutes. Those that are needed to bring you from the depth of your slumbers and dreams and gently into to the awakening of the day ahead.

In many ways the day ahead was to be some sort of dream. We had spoken, during sex, about Debbie taking a lover and fucking him over and over again. These pillow talk fantasies included all manner of scenarios, including me being tied up and made to watch or her returning to me after a night with him and making me lick her glorious pussy clean. There were as many scenarios discussed as times we discussed this sexual fantasy of ours. And until yesterday that's all it was, a fantasy. But now she had made it real. I was now wide awake and eager to see what the day had in store.

We breakfasted as usual, conversation was quite normal. But in my mind I couldn't help seeing her being taken from behind, or riding on top of his naked torso, sucking his huge cock, or just sitting there letting him place his hands all over her amazing olive skinned body. I was becoming obessed. And it showed. As she walked into to the lounge, where I was preparing some work papers, she stood in front of me wearing her 'fuck me boots', black tall boots with short but sharp heals, her sheer stockings and the delightful black and gold bra and knickers set I got her last Christmas.

"What do you think?" She enquired. I gulped a garbled muttering somewhere between amazing and 'Oh my god!'. She did a slow twirl, her pert ass cheeks appeared so kissable just at the point her knickers lined across her soft glowing skin. "I'm not going to work wearing these, I'll come home early, get showered and changed, in to these, then meet up with Patrick." She declared matter of factly.

"You like what you see?" she said noticing my bulge in my shorts. "Do you think Patrick will like it too?" I nodded with a half forced smile. I still couldn't just 'enjoy' this. It still seemed wrong and potentially dangerous. I was then and for the rest of the day incredabily nervous, but willing to let it all happen as she wanted.

She changed into her usual office attair and I drove her to work. We agreed I'd pick her up at three so she could come home and prepare herself in good time for her rondevue with the elusive Patrick.

During the day, my usual routine of a bit of house work, a bit of office work, went out of the window. I was so distracted by the day / evening ahead. I wondered what was she doing now. This hole thing started when he touched her up in the office. Are they fucking in a closet somewhere already? I could resist my urges to jerk off picturing them pawing each other. I must have ejaculated four or five times during the time she was away at work. Each time with an image of her being pleasured by this man I'd never met.

By three I was parked up and eagerly watching for her to exit the office building. There were much fewer cars and people around now as most still had two more hours before being set free. She can out, almost skipping across the car park to her waiting car and driver, the cuckold.

On the way home she said they (her and Patrick) had only managed to glance at each other across the office. He had sent her a naughty message on her phone, which she proceeded to read out to me. In essence he was apparantly already hard just thinking of her juicy pussy and he couldn't wait to show her how big he really is. She had responded with a smiley face and simply said she couldn't wait either.

As we approached our home she asked how I had got on. Not so productive I had to admit. She looked down at my lap and gave my crouch a couple of dissapproving taps with her hand.

"I have ordered your little treat by the way. It should arrive in the next two days. So make the most of it whilst you can!" she said air of superiority and defiance. She continued with her portrail of my time ahead, "I don't want you just wanking all the time, its pathetic and to be honest it turns me off. You should be eager to please me when I with you, but if you've already got your rocks off then what's the point. I'm not just some reallife pornstar for you to play with yourself over. Do you understand? Don't ruin this for us!" she ended. I knew where I stood on the issue, but until my little chastity device arrived I was struggling.

Whilst she had been at work I was tasked with cleaning her boots, ironing her black dress and leaving her chosen underwear out on the bed. I had also ran a bath before leaving to pick her up, so it was just right by the time she got back. There were a few candles on display and all her favourite pampering products too. I'd done well and she let me know.

"I'm really proud of you, you're making this evening amazing already and I haven't even left the house yet" she said, kissing me on my check as she slid into her bath. She lifted her leg up out of the water and asked me to rub them with the body cream product set aside. As I did so she was telling me what she was looking forward to tonight.

"He is loaded so I guess he'll have a cab pick us up from the office and take us to the resturaunt. Which of course will be a fancy one. He so fancies me, he kept looking across at me today. I'm sure some of the other girls noticed too. But even when he walks past my desk I feel my pussy begin to tingle!" I just kept focusing on my task and took her other leg to be pampered.

After the bath I helped her dry off, whilst she brushed her long silky black hair. I was concentrating on the small of her back, then to her buttocks. I swaped the towel for my hand and softly caressed her perfect peach of bottom.

"Mmmm" she responded. So I continued to do so. But now I slide my right hand around to her front and gingerly ventured my palm done to her pussy.

"We don't have time for that now!" she said abruptly as she pulled my hand away. In doing so she turned to face me and once again saw my betraying erection bulging from my shorts.

"Get undressed, whilst I put on my underwear. Be ready to help me with my boots." She ordered. Instantly I stripped naked, trying to cup my rigid cock.

"Go through to the lounge, I'll be there in a minute" she shouted through from the bedroom. I tip toed into the lounge and crouched by the fireplace and awaited the awesome site of her as she walked in after me. I had her highly polished boots by my side waiting for their owner, as in deed was I.

In she walked confidently and seductively, straight towards me kneeling naked body. She stood right in front of me and slowly lifted her dress. First she exposed the tops of ther stockings, I could smell her sweet smelling body lotion. The hem of her dress continued up until I could see right in front of my eyes her heart stopping black and gold panties just covering what was clearly a very wet pussy. She took a half step forward, bringing me up close to her sweet pussy. With her right hand she pushed my face softly against the fabric of her panties. I breathed in her aroma. She started to gently girate her pussy against my face.

"Mmmm, imagine what he is going to be doing to my pussy in just a couple of hours?" I could and I was. She continued to torment me. "I'm going to fuck his huge cock so much it going to fill me up with his cum. Would that be good?" she ask. I nodded as I did so I was able to rub my nose up close to her hot wet pussy behind the tight fabric of the panties. My breathing had stopped a long time ago and my heart was racing with increasing velocity.

Suddently she took two steps back, leaving me unsupported and having to stop my fall with my two hands. "Stay down!" she ordered. At which point she produced a riding crop. "I got myself a little treat today just to keep you at your best behavour for tonight" She walked behind me and stoked my exposed thighs and buttocks with its cold leather strap at its tip.

"Are you going to be good?" she askd bending forward to see my concealed face which was looking straight down at the floor. With a moment's delay whoosh, crack! the first strike landed across my right cheek. I collapsed with the sudden unexpected pain and sting. "Stand up!" she barked. I did so obediently, turning to face her. She looked down at my still rigid erection.

"Look at you, its just pathetic! Patrick is out there this evening getting all hot and bothered because he is about to do what any man would want, to have amazing sex a nymph like me. But you, you're willing to let someone else do it to your own wife. And more to the point, your stupid erection keeps prooving over and over again how much another man's cock turns you on!"

"Its not that!" I exclaimed. 

"What is it then?" She said, practicing her stroke with the riding crop.

"Its all about you and YOU being with him, not him being with you." I bleated.

"So you'd be this turned on even if I was going out on the pull, and end up having sex with a complete stranger?" I nodded keeping my blushing head down low to avoid her eye contact. Still erect, she told me to put on her boots for her as she finished off her lipstick in the mirror.

She seemingly towered above me. I carefully zipped up each of her boots and felt the tightness of her calf against the black leather. Sofly my hand would venture above the boot and run up the inside of her leg. She would pull away and slap me with her riding crop across my thigh or back. When she was finished she stood there in all her glory. Female sexuality personified. I was speachless, unable to operate, I was in awe.

"Bend of the foot stool you." she ordered I clambered over on my knees, by stiff cock beginning to drip pre-cum across the wooden floor. I bent over and closed my eyes. I could here the sharp clarity of her heals against the floor surface as she made her way to stand behind me

"I know you will be jerking yourself off like a mad man as soon as I leave, I can't stop that...yet. But I going to give you something to thing of me whilst you play with your silly little cock." With that she took a long swinging swipe across my ass, then another, then another. She paused for a moment to stroke the red abrasions she had just created. She then glanced below to see my erection remained in fullness.

"Amazing" she said as she toyed with it using her crop. 

"I'm off now to meet him. Don't know when I'll be back. Don't call me. And if you can be a good little boy and leave your thing alone I'll give you a nice treat when I'm back." With that she gave me one last but softer blow against the side of my thigh and walked out the room. Closing the front door I heard her start the car and pull off the drive to start her new adventure. I remained, bent over the foot stool, not knowing what to do with myself.

The hours passed and I heard nothing. Each time I heard a car drive by I dived to the curtains to see if it was her, but it never was. I was by now clothed again due to the coolness of the evening. I felt the welts on my backside and thighs. They still hurt. But they also added to my heightened sense of arousal. I obviously couldn't help picturing Patrick and Debbie, back at his plush appartment, fucking on the sofa, the bed, the floor. The more I thought the less I could resist the urge to masterbate. Eventually I crept like a criminal out of the house and in the darkness of a corner of the garden, far from preying eyes and the guilt of doing it in the house, I jerked myself off.

It felt amazing, though it didn't take long. It felt powerful, though forbiden. But once the sensation of the orgasm died down I felt pathetic. As she had described me earlier. I was pathetic. My rigid cock has been on display to her all evening but she didn't want to even thing about a quick one before she left to see her lover. My cock was just left, unwanted, ridiculed, intolerated.

I went inside to warm up and get ready for bed. Four more hours passed. It was about three or four in the morning when I heard the familiar sound of our car pull up on the driveway. I sat up in bed and listened to every minute detail of sound. Her fumbling of the keys, the sound of her boots on the tarmac drive. The sound of the door being unlocked. I quickly straighted myself up and sat upright, not really knowing how to greet her.

She eventually came into the bedroom, she'd already unzipped and shed her dress and taken off her boots. Her hair was wild and strands stuck to her forehead. She smelt of a night out. Alcohol, some smoke, the fresh air of the night. She sat at the end of the bed and began to take down her stokings. I was unsure how to handle the moment. I reached across the bed and gently placed my hands on her shoulders. She layed back into my now enclosing arms.

"It was amazing" she managed to gasp. She was tired and fatigued, but deeply, deeply happy. I quickly lept to the floor to continue taking her stockings off for her. I stroked her legs and feet as I did so. She turned and crawled her way to the head of the bed and pulled over the duvet. I didn't know to ask or enquire about what had happened. I was intrigued but afraid to make a mistake. The moment was so absurdly sureal, she knew everything and I didn't know a thing.

I too got under the duvet and tried to embrace her. She smiled and kissed me on the mouth. She worked her head under mine to whisper in my ear.

"He was fantastic. He fucked me liked I've never been fucked before." she hushed. As she did so she reached over her hand and grabbed by predictably stiffening cock and began to give me a slow hand job.

"Did you wank yourself?" she asked, still whispering. She gave me the sense that to admit would be okay. So I did. To which she stopped and tapped her palm hard against my sensitive tip of my cock. "You're a naughty boy!" she laughed. She took my hand and placed in at the top of her knickers, sliding it down further onto the heat of her pussy. I obliged by rubbing two inquizitive fingers along her moist lips, before inserting, with ease into her tightness.

She gasped and arched her head and back, pushing her pussy against my eager fingers and hand.

"He fucked me so deeply, can you feel his cum?" she gasped in her almost dream state.

"Yes" I replied. "Yes I can." She took my wrist and pulled it outward, releiving her pussy of my soaking sticky hand and fingers. She marshalled my hand up out from below the duvet and placed it against my mouth.

"Taste him, go on suck him off your fingers" her eyes were wide open now tracked on my and my response. As I did what she requested she began to jerk me off again.

"Suck it like you imagine I sucked his cock" she encouraged me. As I did so I eagerly moved my head up and down on this imaginary cock. It wasn't my forefinger and index finger, it was Patrick's cock after he'd fucked my wife's pussy and had changed our lives forever. I sucked hard and licked every sticky drop. Occasionally she would push my hand back into her soaken panties to replemish my fingers, sometimes giving them a quick suck herself. 

She continued to quicken the pace of her hand on my rigid member until eventually I clenched and she pulled back the duvet to see me spurt all over my chest.

I had a secondary explosion of cum, which had never happened to me before. She was amazed and laughed out loud.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "Look at all that, you like pretending to suck his cock don't you? I thought you would find it disgusting, but here you are coming like you've never done before." She scupped up some of my own still warm cum and wiped it across my mouth.

"Are you seeing him again?" I managed to ask between gasps for air. The question was on my mind since her return. She turned on her side to face me.

"I think its probably best all round if I do, don't you?" I nodded. "Things will be better when you get your little cage. We can have more fun. I promise to treat you kindly." I whinced slightly at her words. But she followed them up with a sharper message.

"It turns me on to think you are going wild for me whilst I'm out with Patrick. But to think you are just busy playing with yourself, then forgeting about what I'm doing once you've satisfied yourself...I find it dirty and a turn off. So its either chastity or we stop this." I finished off cleaning my chest and turned to face her.

"I hope the postman brings it soon, I can't cope otherwise." I replied, to which she smiled and stroked my cheek, turned over and fell asleep.

I lay there for a while thinging of this little device somewhere winging its way towards my life. What was it going to feel like, what will it do to my libido? Will she let me orgasm at all?" I just didn't know what to expect. All I knew for certain is that Debbie and Patrick had already made plans to meet up, again at his place.

Two more days passed. She continued to flirt with Patrick in the office and yes they did in deed find a closet where she gave him a blow job. She took such pleasure in telling the stories of the day. I was struggling to abstain from jerking off. But she understood. She even gave me a quick hand job to reward me for buying her a new set of lingerie especially for her Friday night date with him. Whilst she jerked me off, she looked carefully at my cock and then looked up at me.

"You know I thought you had about a medium sized cock, compared to other guys. But now I'm thinking its actually quite small compared to Patrick. His is maybe a bit longer, but definately fatter. And that's what makes the difference." She took pleasure in pointing out to me. 

"His balls are much bigger to actually, not I see it." she confirmed fondling my ball sack like a clinical inspection. She continued to work my cock and it lost none of its rigidity.

"Doesn't it bother you that Patrick is much bigger than you?" 

"No" I gasped.

"Does it turn you on, thinking of his much bigger cock?" I nodded in a struggled response. "Do you think you are really gay?" She continued her enquiry. I shuck my head and replied "its only about how it makes you feel. If it turns you on then it turns me on." I splurted out between her strokes.

"So if I was to have lesbian sex that would have the same effect on you?" 

"Yes, its about your pleasure, being my pleasure."

"Interesting" she smiled and quickened her pace. 

I came in response and she directed my load onto the palm of her hand. As had become the norm, she then offered it to my mouth and I licked it all up, like a dog. She finished off by just smearing the remaining over my face and she got up and left the room.

"Your little present better arrive before Friday or I'm going to have to tie you up for the night!" she joked.

I could only but wait.

The end

more of my memories of the early days of my cuckold relationship with Debbie, including her first night with Patrick, my introduction to chastity and her fondness to push boundaries, will follow. I hope you enjoy.

