
TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright © SEPTEMBER 2010 By C.D.E.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form or sold for profit.  This story may be freely distributed for personal use with this notice attached.

All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely Fictional.  There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(CUCK, M+/F, MM, MF,  Impreg,  FemDom, Lite MDom)

WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY.  DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES’ MALE LOVERS.

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Title: CDE-2010-8B:  Phantomville Vol. 10:  Wife Protection Ordinance -  Part 2
Author: C.D.E.

PREFACE:  This is a story - more like an autobiography - of  an anonymous husband whose fate it seems, has doomed him to be forever a cuckold and hopelessly subjected to the control of his voluptuous but assertive wife, as well as his dominant mother and mother-in-law.  And with him also a resident of the  city of Phantomville, there is no telling what he can look forward to in a city that is known for its variety of unique experiences, especially for cuckolds.

CONTINUATION OF THE INTERESTING EXPERIENCES OF AN ANONYMOUS CUCKOLD:


=============================PART 2==================

CHAPTER 6: SPOUSAL PUNISHMENT

	"B-But dear, it-it was not intentional.  P-Please forgive m-me.  It-it won't h-happen again."  I replied meekly and stammering profusely as I knelt on my knees as my wife stood before me imperiously, with her hands on her hips looking down on me with a very stern expression on her face.

	When your wife knows a few martial arts moves in addition to having a remote to a cock lock that shocks, I've always found the best defense is to cower, go to my knees, and beg for mercy.

	"Don't dear me.  You know you intentionally avoided talking to Joe when he called to talk to you.  You let our daughter Leeann take his message, when he expressly asked for you."

	"B-But d-dear, I-I was c-cooking d-diner for the k-kids a-and helping them w-with their home work, a-and m-making sure d-dinner didn't burn.  P-Plus t-trying to keep a-an eye on the little ones.
 M-My hands w-were full.  I-I h-had planned to call him back.  B-But I-I lost track of time, y-you know cleaning up the kitchen a-and getting t-the kids ready for bed a-and their clothes ready f-for school o-on 
t-tomorrow."  I blurted out what I had to say as fast as I could.  I wanted to make sure my wife understood I had no ill intentions to talking to Joe, one of her men friends,  about him wanting me to clean his place, while he and my wife went away for the weekend.

	"A likely story, you've got your chores down to an exact science.  No, I'm afraid you need to be taught a lesson for you misbehavior in not giving respect to Joe.  For that, you don't get to  pull your peter for a month."  She said as she looked down on me menacingly.

	"A-A month!  P-Please dear. Y-You c-can't do t-that I-I..."

	"What do you mean I can't?"

	"I-I'm sorry honey, I-I didn't r-really m-mean it-it that way... W-What I-I ..."

	"What you need is a reminder of your commitment to be a cooperative spouse and understand your place as a husband to me.  Get up, we're going down to the basement o discuss this further."

	"P-Please d-dear... N-Not the basement.  P-Please!  N-No!  Not t-that.  I-I'll m-make it u-up to Joe... I-I'll..."

	"What you'll do is do as I told you.  Now get up off your knees and get moving.  I'm not going to tell you again.  You hear me!"  Her louder tone told me my wife meant business and that I'd better obey her immediately.

	As I preceded her down the stairs, at every step, I continued to plead for her to reconsider any actions that I almost knew was going to be painful to me, in addition to her not letting me get off for a solid month.  Based on prior experience, I knew my wife was very firm and harsh in teaching me a lesson when she thought I needed to have my behavior corrected.

	It was the same way with mother, and my wife had literally followed mother's guidance, which she had been freely and frequently giving to my wife.

	Once we got in the special area of the basement where my whippings were generally administered, I still begged for her forgiveness.  I knew when my wife closed the door, that there was no doubt she had intentions of giving me a sound thrashing.

	"Are you going to take off your pants and shorts or do I have to call your mother to come over and help me get you ready for your punishment?"

	"N-No, p-please d-don't call her... Sob!...d-dear.  I-I'll do as... Sob!...  a-as you ask." I said in a cracked voice, as I began to sob out of fear of the intense pain that was soon to be visited upon my naked bottom by my wife's skinny electrical cord - my mother's wedding gift to her. 

	"C'mon, let's get you on the stand here, so you won't wiggle around so much, so we can get your punishment over with quickly."  My wife said as she fastened my arms and legs to the whipping stand well anchored to the floor.

	Just as she finished, we heard the door bell ring on the remote doorbell chimes, that were installed in the special room of the basement where we were.

	"Don't run away darling, I'll be right back after seeing who this can be."  My wife said with a slight chuckle.  She knew full well I had no choice except to wait.

	As I waited for the torment that was soon about to be imposed on me, I mentally recalled how I had been duped by my cunning wife, and in-laws into paying for the very whipping stand I was strapped to, as well as the for construction of the sound proof special room enclosing it.

	At the time, our first anniversary was about 4 months.  I was pondering what sort of gift to get my new wife.  I wanted it to be special, but yet it couldn't be too expensive.

	I mentioned this to my father-in-law.  Actually, at the time, he was over giving me my weekly deep throat lessons.  You see, since I had to take on so many men because of the PWPO,  he took it upon himself to help me become the best cocksucker I could be.

	He took time out each week and volunteered his large thick penis for me to practice on.

	For his age, I was surprised at what a cocksman he was.  His stamina and the volume of thick cum he regularly ejaculated in my mouth was amazing to me.  He easily matched many of the younger horny men  I encountered  when I had to deal with because of the PWPO.

	So thanks to my wife's dad, he helped me to become a very skilled sucker of cocks and consumer of hot fresh  cum.

	It was he who insisted we have weekly sessions, where he would vigorously fuck my face and deep throat me, in his words "So as to keep you fit so you'll be able to easily handle all those big hard dicks that'll be seeking you out to take their hot sticky burning seed."

	I was always a bit embarrassed when the subject of me having to suck cocks came up, but I had to admit there was merit in what he said.  And I concluded I might as well be prepared to do my duty to protect my wife as best I could.

	He had also given me his take on the PWPO.  "Son, as I see it, the city council did the right thing in passing the PWPO.  They thought that the best way for a husband like you to stop another man's sperm from going into his wife was to intercept those hard dicks and take it yourself.  I'm sure you'll have a difficult time finding fault in their logic. Especially since you've had a lot of success in receiving so much jism that was on the way to your wife. Right?"

	I meekly had to concur with him, even though my success rate was nowhere near a 100%,  For, you see, I was still sucking a lot of jism from my wife's pussy.  Obviously there were many studs who still preferred to carry their dicks and jism direct to my wife, who it seems, always accepted their lusty deliveries.

	Soon after having sucked my first few dicks under the PWPO, I was able to manage the occasional tendency to choke or gag from the large thick erections that tended to bottom out in my throat.  But thanks to the sessions with my father-in-law and his deep throat training, as well as breathing exercises, I soon became very skilled at being a deep throat for the big long dicks I had to deal with.

	For these deep throat sessions, he had me lay on the bed face up, with my head hanging back over the side of the bed.  It was in this position that he would slowly push his rigid tool in my mouth and down my throat.  

	In my training, he would push in a little so far and then pull out.  With each attempt he went deep and deeper in my gullet.  His incremental stuffing of his large dick down my throat , allowed me time to get my breathing and breath holding skills under control.  Through these many practice sessions, he eventually had me trained to take his 8 plus inch member completely in my mouth up to his large hairy balls. 

	His wife, my mother, as well as my wife often walked in on us as he had me in this position and heard him moaning loud guttural sounds as he was ejaculating deep in my gullet.

	They all had praise for each of us, that is, in  our individual roles.  Him for pushing  his big dick in me and for giving me his copious loads of jism, and me for being able to take both his cock and cum so well. 

	He also had me spend lots of time practicing licking and suckling his big hairy balls too.  For some reason, my wife liked to watch me doing that to him, as well as sucking her dad's big dick in general.  I must admit, I felt so small and inferior with her observing me in these training sessions, but both she and her dad thought it was good for her to be there.  She often made videos of me mouthing and softly suckling his prodigious member, and especially our deep throat sessions.

	I found it difficult to discuss my cocksucking techniques with my wife, but she insisted.  Both she and  her dad thought it was quite proper for a husband and wife to discuss such matters.

	"Son, you ain't got nothing to be ashamed of.  If you were man enough, you wouldn't be sucking dicks and sucking down all that slimy jism anyway.  But since you're not, and you got a short dick too, as well as seeming to get along so well being a damn good mouth pussy, there ain't nothing for you to ashamed of.  You're just being the best husband you can and doing what  needs to be done.  Okay?"

	As always, no matter how many times I had taken cocks between my lips, or how much semen I swallowed, I never got over my embarrassment  for having to be a cocksucker, and basically a public one at that.  So words of support and encouragement as my father-in-law was giving me, did console me and make me more at ease with my role as a lesser man. In fact, my wife frequently told me it made me a better husband to her, because I was more caring and loving than a real man would be.

	It was such words of reassurance - even though bitter sweet at times - both from my wife and both our families,  that were of great solace to me and made me have more self-esteem as well as a greater degree of confidence and self- respect  as a subservient cuckold husband.  

	Well, in regard to an anniversary gift, my father-in-law  told me that he knew that my wife really wanted  to make  some changes to our home basement.  And that she had gotten an estimate that it would take about $18,000 to get the work done.	"That would be quite a nice anniversary present if you could give her the money."  He said.

	I let him know that there was no way I could save up that kind of money in 4 months.  He told me to let him think it over and he might come up with an idea how I could come up with the funds.

	It was 2 days later when he called and had me meet him at a building in town, on my way home from work. The place was non-descript, and the interior where we were, was like an open warehouse type space.  There were many small individual rooms that lined the open space  Each had a number, as well as a lighted sign on each door to each room, that would say "Occupied"  or "Vacant".  

	There must've been at least 40 of these small rooms in the place.  And there were many men there, who would be going into and coming out of these small enclosures or rooms.

	As I was getting around to again questioning my father-in-law what this place was, I saw a sign that gave me my first hint before he chose to reply to me.  The sign read "Welcome To Suck-a-Thon!  We Have Many Happy Mouths To Greet Your Hard Problems! Open 24/7! "

	I'd heard that Phantomville had such public Fellatio or 'Suck shops", but I'd never seen one.  If they all were as plain as this on the exterior, no wonder.

	Then it hit me like a lightning bolt.  This was how my dad-in-law was suggesting how I could raise the anniversary money for my wife's gift.

	He sensed the reaction in my face and knew what I was thinking.  He then spoke.

	"I can see on your face that you think it's beneath you to suck dicks for money.  Am I right?"

	"W-W-Well, I-I n-never t-thought I-I.."

	"You didn't mind becoming a cock slut to protect your wife, right?"

	"B-B-But  s-s-sir that's d-different."

	"Oh, so it's okay to suck dicks to protect my daughter but not to make her happy.  What kind of husband are you?"  He said in a gruff voice.  I was quickly put on the defensive and was truly caught off guard.  As we continued to talk, I became sheepish as usual when it came to the topic of me and dicks in my mouth.  My father-in-law knew I would be easily intimidated when he brought that topic up.

	In the end, as we stood in the middle of the busy  establishment, with many, many  horny men coming and going in and out of the many small rooms, her dad got me to come around and admit that I was a good  husband that  didn't see himself as being too good to make my wife happy by becoming a cock whore.

	It's uncanny, but both my wife and her dad have this knack of converting some of the most outrageous things into logic that I find difficult to offer a rebuttal to.  Therefore, once again I knew I was  outwitted.  I sighed and resigned myself to what had to be done.

	He went in with me to the sign up office, where I became a of Suck-a-thon cocksucker. I would net $15 for each dick sucked, plus tips.  And as was their policy, I had to swallow all of each client's ejaculate.  Since I was already accustomed to doing that anyway, there was no real difference in what I was doing as a result of the PWPO and not getting paid a copper cent.

	I started work that very same evening and my schedule was to work 4 hours a night each Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, plus Saturday.  At the end of the 4 months, and some 1,300 hard horny  dicks later, I earned over $21,000 for my wife's  anniversary gift.  I not only had enough for her basement renovation project, but some left over to buy her a very nice set of ear rings and a matching necklace.

	I have to tell you readers, that for those 4 months, I was literally a cock sucking and jism drinking machine.  For despite that I was working hard at Suck-A-Thon with hard stiff dicks being rammed down my throat at least every 10 minutes - and many times more frequent than that - during my shifts there, I also still had to take care of the PWPO claims that seemed to be at a record number during this period of time.  I'm not totally certain because I lost count of a few of them, but I believe there were over 200 men that sought me out over those 4 months, to satisfy their erection claims orally.

	Well anyway, I survived the ordeal, even if I did drank a lot of ejaculated sperm.  And speaking of drinking, for some reason,  both mine and my wife's mother had some serious discussion of how much semen I had swallowed over those 4 months.  After a lot of talk estimating the number of loads I swallowed and how many fractions of an ounce was in a spurted load, the finally came to a consensus that it was between 2.5 and 3 gallons.  Why that was important, I'll never know, but both women seemed to think I should be proud to tell folks I had sucked off over 1,200 dicks and drank almost 3 gallons of semen to buy my wife an anniversary gift.

	About swallowing, it seemed that all my customers were appreciative of me consuming their semen and said so as they left me some nice tips.

	"I don't know how you can take all my nasty dick scum, but it makes me feel good to see you swallow it rather than spit it out like my wife does. That's why I like mouth fucking you sissy boys.  Y'all appreciate the stuff."  One man told me, but many other customers echoed similar words.

	I know I should've been offended in some way, but after all the dicks and squirted jism that had passed through my mouth at that time, I had become rather acclimated to the taste of both hard dick meat and hot creamy cum.  And to be honest, there was an odd delight in being able to swallow a man's powerful spurts while still suckling him, and yet not choke or gag.  I guess it was the challenge of pulling it off with each dick that came along and the sucking dynamics that were involved with each different customer.

	And as the customer said, I did appreciate tasting each customer's jism, because it meant I had accomplished something for him as well as for me.  I better leave well enough alone as far as this subject is concerned, otherwise, you readers might think I'm strange or something.

	But back to my wife's anniversary gift.  She was  very appreciative of her gifts and she, her parents, and my mom really applauded me for all the effort I went through.  

	"He turned out to be a great little cock whore.  He definitely knows how to handle himself on the receiving end of a stiff dick."   Said my father-in-law, which sort of deflated my prideful feeling by bringing up the reality that I had indeed whored myself for my wife's happiness.

	I later talked to mother about my feelings of remorse and immorality  of having earned the money for my anniversary gift the way I did.

	"Mother, I-I guess when I-I was sucking all those men off, I-I was so focused on making money for my wife's gift, I-I g-guess I-I never really thought of it as p-prostitution o-or whoring.  A-And as you know, s-sucking dicks is s-something I-I've really learned to do well.  A-And y-you know I-I've found ejaculated hot semen to be very palatable and even savory a-at times.  A-And as you a-and her parents
g-got me to see, t-that I was doing a-a public service being a-a cocksucker,  I-I began to feel a great
s-sense of contentment t-that all t-those men enjoyed using me to get off.  B-But a-after d-doing..."

	"Now, now my dear son, stop beating up on yourself.  You have nothing  to feel guilty, ashamed, or immoral about.  If you look in the dictionary, you'll see whoring as defined as something that someone does when they set aside principles or personal integrity in order to obtain money for selfish motives.  You didn't do that, you were earning money for your wife, not yourself.  See my point."

	Mother's words caused me once again to see the light.  And it was that light that scared away the darkness of my foolish thoughts about whoring.  Mother mentioned to my father-in-law what she told me, and he also totally agreed with her and frequently reminded me of her wise words.  That is, that as long as I didn't whore for selfish reasons, I had nothing to worry about.

	Over the years of our marriage, my wife's dad has invited me into many situations, where I was whored out part time, to provide my wife and growing family comfortable surroundings and a good standard of living - and even some luxury items. 

	And as a part time occupation, I was making more money than most second jobs I could get.  In addition to mother's sage advice,  it also made me feel much better about being a sissy whore when my wife told me how proud she was of me doing what no real man would ever do for her and the kids.

	My father-in-law did take a small percentage of my earnings too,  and the remainder went to my wife to manage.  Well, he said it was a small percentage, for both he and my wife never discussed the money side of my part time occupation with me.  However, she seemed pleased with what he gave her from my whorish earnings. Incidentally, she also controlled my regular job earnings, from which I at least got a weekly allowance.  I got nothing from my part time prostitution except plenty of semen from my customers.

	 As it is with many things and my wife in our marriage, if she thinks I don't have a need to know, she doesn't bothered to share them with me.  That's how it was from her portion of the money I earned from whoring.  But on certain occasions, as when there was a new addition to the family or she needed a new dress, or some unexpected household expense popped up, she would tell me "Honey, you'll need to suck and get fucked by a few more than usual tonight.  We have a few more expenses this week.  So good luck trolling for dicks."

	So as you can see, generally my net profit for my whoredom was the experience of sucking and soothing countless hard dicks, and taking an equal number of loads of hot slimy ejaculate - down my throat and up my ass-cunt.

	And as I reminded myself of mother's advise, I never got depressed again about being a whore, because she was correct, I was doing it for a very worthy and good cause, my wife and family.

	While I was at peace with my conscious about being rented out for sexual enjoyment by horny sex starved men,  My wife's dad also had this utter knack of making me feel very guilty and not earning his respect if I didn't do the things he desired of me.  

	"You don't want to be seen as a husband whose not a good provider do you?"  Was something that he knew always struck a nerve with me every time.  Even though I sensed at times he was using and exploiting me, there was something in me that would drive me to still work hard to earn his respect. Hence, I always ended up letting him talk me into doing things that many would call despicable, even if it did make me a great husband and provider for my family.  Over the years,  I couldn't help but come to see him as my pimp and doing what pimps do best - manipulate their whores to make the most profit possible.  However, despite that he too was profiting from my being whored out, I had to concede, that his driving me to suck and sooth more dicks did make me a better provider for my family. 

	Besides continuing to work at Suck-a-thon, but on less intense schedule, and being rented out for shagging by select customers, my father-in-law even had me doing Bukkake  sessions at several private gentlemen's clubs.  These sessions would involve a lot of horny club members  standing in line, or surrounding me, masturbating themselves to a climax.  When it came time to shoot their pent up jism, they would ejaculate and use my open mouth as a target to shoot their spurting hot slimy cum into.  I had to swallow all their sticky gluey slippery cum that landed in and around my open mouth, and also had to suckle their dick heads for a quick moment or so, so as to get the seeping dregs. 

	Many times, like in those Japanese Bukkake porn videos, there was a container that hung around my neck as I knelt, to catch the spewed jism that didn't hit the target - namely my widely parted lips.  At some clubs, there might be a separate bowl in the room, for club members to jack off into if they were too shy to approach me and try their luck of a hole in one with my gapping mouth.  After all the meat beating was so over, the MC of the session would bring me a cup or bowl with all the collected jism from the session and offer it to me to drink in front of the all the club members.

	Since I had been whoring for a while before doing my first  Bukkake session, dealing with the taste of cum is an occupational necessity, or even a treat, because over time,  I've come to find the stuff rather tasty most all of the time now.  Anyway, the thing I wasn't prepared for was the coolness of the viscous melded jacked off jism.  However, knowing that my wife's dad  wasn't going to be happy with me if I didn't do what was expected of me, I proceeded to slowly slurp up the slippery glop.

	"What a fucking degenerate!"  "Look at that faggot pervert drink that fucking dick scum!"  What a nasty scum bag!" Were the types of shouts and yells I heard from the audience, as I slowly sipped a small amount, and then more and more, as I got accustomed to the gluey gloppy nature of the slimy mixture and consumed it all.

	People are strange, for when I completed my task, I got an a thunderous applaud from the same group for eating a dish of dick cream that they all had a hand in making - so to speak.

	There are many tales I could tell of the things my pimp, aka my father-in-law, has had me do to ensure I am a good provider for my family, but I digress.  

	Now going back to my first anniversary gift to my new wife, little did I realized that I'd sucked all those strange horny dicks and swallowed all that hot lusty cum, so that my wife could construct a custom designed soundproof whipping room - complete with a deluxe whipping bench .  Her goal was to have a private place to punish me when she deemed I misbehaved and warrant corporal punishment, as well as and shield her actions from our kids, and noisy neighbors.

	My mental recollections and thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my wife's voice and that of other women talking, as she opened the door to basement whipping room.  My mind snapped me back to the reality of my being bound securely to the whipping stand, and being naked from the waist down.

	The voices belonged to my wife, her mother, my mother, and my aunt.

	My wife had put a gag in my mouth to stifle my screams, so I could only listen as the women talked.

	My aunt greeted me warmly and lovingly as if there was nothing wrong at seeing me all trussed up, gagged, half naked and waiting on a severe whipping. 

	She had never been in the basement room before, but quickly congratulated my wife on the decor and design.   

	I was so upset at how easily the group quickly agreed with my wife that I needed punishment for forgetting to call my wife's man friend, more like her stud, because I was so busy doing chores and taking proper care of our kids, incidentally which were all fathered by her various men friends.

	Not one of them, including mother even asked for my side.  I was basically deemed guilty on my wife's word. She was always looked upon as the head of our house anyway, so I guess it was considered reasonable for the queen of the castle to be judge and jury.

	I mentally sighed and wondered if us poor cuckolds could ever find justice in the world of bull studs,  and dominant wives and women.  

	Well once it pretty much unanimously agreed I had committed an egregious wrong, my wife started my punishment by lashing my naked defenseless ass cheeks.  Besides the biting sting, a most terrible thing about the double folded skinny extension cord  was the ominous 'swish' sound it made swinging through the air before violently impacting my ass flesh. 

	My wife had gotten in about 5 strong strokes before mother intervened with some advice on proper swinging techniques.  Mother then took control of the instrument of my torture and also issued  an equal number of lashes to my rear.  After only after 10 hits, I was crying and sobbing as loud as I could with the cloth gag tightly in my mouth.

	Generally, my wife will feel that I've been properly punished after 20 such lashes, but each of my wife's unexpected visitors were allowed to liberally demonstrate their own swinging techniques.  No one seemed to be concerned about my feelings as the cord bit into my ass meat, again and again.  By the time the group was through with me, my naked cheeks were a mass of pain and stinging welts.  It's a wonder I wasn't bleeding as my bottom was numb.  They'd  whipped me for over 30 minutes.  

 	I wondered if I would be able to sit down the next day.

	I did, but it was rather painful to say the least.

	Incidentally, in regard to the cause of my punishment, I did contact Joe and cleaned his place over the weekend he was gone away with my wife.   After he returned, I  went over to his place and personally apologized to him on my knees - my wife's idea.  While I was on them, he demanded I also suck his large penis too.  It was not the first time I'd gone down on him as he and Dan had both invoked the PWPO several times before.

	For those 2, it seemed as if their big cocks were in my mouth as  often as they were in my wife's snatch.

	All was at peace in our household after that situation, but I wondered how long it would last until my loving wife would find another excuse to take me to her special room in our basement.


CHAPTER 7: MY FATHER-IN-LAW AND MY WIFE'S STUDS

	My father -in-law, who was a tall and well built brawny type man himself, had a great relationship with and had bonded well with Joe and Dan - my wife's men friends.  Believe it or not, so did my mother too.  Even though it was not openly spoke of, between the lines, my parents and my in-laws knew that Joe and Dan were the real fathers of their grands - well 4 of them anyway.  If Steve and Lee had stayed in town, I suspect they would've had the same warm relationship with my wife's parents and my mom.

	My dad didn't like the way I was being treated, but knew there was nothing either he or I could do about it, but endure the anguish and humiliation we both were often subjected too at the hands of the women we loved and the situations we were often put in by, and because of them.

	My wife invited often Joe and Dan over to her family's usual twice monthly  Sunday Dinners.  The food was always very good, but it pained me a good deal to attend the recurring  ritual.  I guess part of the reason is that I was one of the cooks and kitchen workers,  and was expected to help out my wife's mom, and the other female relatives in the kitchen, as they did "woman's work" - my wife's dad's words.

	But back to Joe and Dan, they were built like my wife's dad and had the same jock type interest he did in sports, especially football, baseball, and basketball.  On Sundays,  while waiting for me and the women to get dinner on the table, the 'men'  would be watching some game or the other on TV.

	In addition, Joe and Dan were treated more like typical son-laws than I ever was.  As I've implied earlier in this rambling narrative,  one would have to be blind and stupid to not know they were the real fathers of the youngest 4 of our children.

	So my pain came about because I've always been treated as less than a man by my wife's family. Sure , they genuinely appeared to like and accept me with love in the family,  as their son-in-law and husband to their very lovely, if promiscuous and physically unfaithful daughter.   However, I don't believe I've ever been given the same type respect as Joe and Dan received at those Sunday dinners from my wife's parents and relatives.  

	In addition, when my parents attended those dinners, even mother made an obvious distinction in her attitude when addressing and talking to Joe and Dan.  Over the many years of having attended these family dinners as their son-in-law, my constant subordinate treatment by my in-laws - and my mom -  and the fact that I really couldn't do much about my situation, contributed to me resigning myself to my role and associated psychological anguish.

	To make matters worse - if they both attended - my wife often sat between Joe and Dan at the big long old fashioned dinner table, and it seemed to me a ritual  - orchestrated by my mother-in-law - that I would always be serving the 3 of them during the dinner.  Yes, you heard right.  I was literally treated like a servant girl and ate my dinner in the kitchen, but was always required to be on alert to be at the beck and call of the diners at the table.  Which was just about everyone except me and two other unmarried younger nieces of my wife, who also ate off to the side of the main dinner table or in the kitchen.  For all practical purposes, myself and whoever else were was not seated at the main table, were treated like servants in an English manor.

	Oh, and i almost forgot to mention that we all were required to wear old fashion long length pinafores.  My mother-in-law had a large stock of them for all of us kitchen workers and cooks to wear.  They all were white or bright pastel colors such as yellow, pink and lavender.  Each had a lacy trim and filled with floral designs.  

	My mother in-in-law seemed to have kept one especially reserved just for me.  It was pink and trimmed in lavender ruffles.  The  floral design was an imprint of colorful pansies .

	However, in reference to the unmanly role I had been casted into, I have to admit the fact that there may be some merits in saying I wasn't a full man.  Especially since  I sucked so much of Joe and Dan's jism from my wife frequently fucked pussy, and as I have mentioned, theirs and many other men's dicks. 

	 Yes, I could see that there might be some  grounds for me being treated as I am on that basis.  Since I've been repeatedly told no real man would do such, no matter how much he loved a woman.

	So I guess my response for behavior in this regard is simply that I went beyond what a real man would do for love, nothing more.

	And I'm sure it didn't help my position either when my wife's dad, or her men friends, would come by a quickie suck job on demand. They always seemed to come by at the worst possible times -when I had a boatload of chores to do.  But I knew it was always best, and easier for me to go down on my knees and get my mouth rammed full of their hard dick meat, and receive a mouthful of hot cum, rather than raise a fuss, or be recalcitrant to their demands.

	And there maybe  some merit in me being seen as less manly because of my being used by men for sex, as if I was a sissy slut or wanton faggot.

	But, I ask, is it really fair to judge me that way because my path into cocksucking was brought on by the Phantomville Wife Protection Ordinance?  Again I was only being a law abiding citizen - albeit one with a short prick- doing what the law required to protect my wife from horny, cunt hunting studs.

	I mentally sigh, as I'm pretty sure the answer would be rather obvious.  I wouldn't meet the expected socially recognized criteria for being a real man.

  	I try not to let myself become depressed at my situation.   Knowing that I have my wife's love, even if her love is a great part of the reason for my dilemma, gives me great comfort that she sees me as her anchor and always comes back home to me, even if she is loaded with another man, or men's cum,  as the case may be, or even  pregnant with some man's baby.

	Well, with that background out of the way, I wanted to tell you readers about another situation I had and still have to deal with, from time to time.  It all first started when my wife was 5 months pregnant with our third child.

	My wife and her mom had gone on a day of shopping in a nearby town and were not expected to return home until late.  Our two kids at the time, were over at my parent's  house and had planned to stay overnight with them..  

	It was a nice Fall Saturday afternoon and I had gotten all my chores done and had counted on a quiet and restful afternoon in front of the TV watching old movies and maybe the National Geographic  channel.

	It was then that I got a call from my father-in-law saying he was in the vicinity and was going to drop by.  I mentally groaned.  I just assumed such a call out of the blue was because he wanted a blow job.  After accepting that my afternoon would be interrupted by his visit, I hoped that would be all he desired and would leave soon thereafter.

	The last thing I wanted was for him to dominate my time and make me watch some ball game, not to mention being on my knees with his big dick in my mouth all afternoon - which had happened a time or more .

	The door bell rang. When I answered the door, I was shocked to see not only my wife's dad, but both Joe and Dan - my wife's two close men friends,  one of which I was suspicious of having inseminated her,  and whose baby she was carrying.

	"We were out and about and as we had a drink or two after lunch, we  got to talking about you.  And guess what, we all got hard dicks."  My father-in-law said smiling as he groped the bulge in his trousers.  Both Joe and Dan also exhibited  similar large bulges.

	I was stupefied at their presence and the loud lascivious words from my wife's dad.

	I'd never had to face the three of them together before and the site of the three, big brawny men, who all were more than a head taller than me, and each had at least a hundred pounds of muscle on me.  To add to my dilemma, each had been drinking and were horny and desired to make me a vessel for their lusty jism.

	Even back then, I'd often sucked off all three of their big dicks.  My father-in-law because of the  training he put me through.  I went down on Joe and Dan because they invoked the PWPO several times.  It really did no good as it became apparent to they were still flooding my wife's pussy at will with their bull dicks.

	"I-I s-see. "  Was all I could think to say as I stood before them nervously.

	"And here, this is a little present I bought for you so your jaws won't get too sore from sucking our dicks and we can have a real party."  Her dad said as he pushed me back through the door and put a bag in my hands.  It had the a logo of a local drug store chain. 

	I opened it and it was as if my heart skipped a beat.  The content was a pre-packaged enema kit.  Then It hit me like a ton of bricks as I stood there horrified, knowing what was expected of me.

	A little more background here, you see, my father-in-law hadn't too long broke me into passive anal intercourse.  He tricked me into going to a physician who cater to male wives - males who are the wives of gay men.  The doctor specializes in helping these 'male wives' accommodate their husband's cocks for intercourse, through non-surgical techniques.

	My dad-in-law had coerced me into going through the treatment and for some 2 months before the moment I'm discussing, he and I had been having regular weekly, but secret  intercourse.  I was amazed at being able to accommodate him in my newly opened ass pussy, but the doctor's dildo stretching exercises and special enema with muscle relaxing drugs worked well.

	My wife's dad had lead me to believe that it would be our secret and that he wanted me all to himself to fuck.  

	I was really truly embarrassed that Joe  and Dan now not only knew of our secret but wanted a piece of ass from me too.  But I knew there was nothing I could do but to let the three have their way with me.

	My father-in-law sent me off to prepare myself for their planned lusty assault of me.

	"And wear one of your wife's frilly baby doll PJ's like you do for me. He! He! He!" He yelled as I walked away with my head hung low and my mental state in a state of utter devastation.  His words just added more humiliation to that which was already upon me.  The chuckles from the three didn't help my state of mind in the least.

	I returned 20 minutes later with a well douched ass-cunt and wearing one of my wife's pink baby doll lingerie sets - my father-in-law's favorite color for me wear for sex.

	Needless to say, my embarrassment was off the scale as I returned in the room, looking so foolish in a poor state of drag, but apparently, it didn't bother the three naked well hung men as I walked in sheepishly and wearing only the sheer baby doll.

	"Damn!  He does have a girlie flair about him.  See that nice curve of his ass."  Joe said.

	"Yes, and he's soft too.  A nice pussy boy.  He takes dick real good."  Added my father-in-law as he came toward me with his very cock swollen and stiff, jutting skyward.  He was very hard as his dick swung from side to side as he walked the short distance to me and reached around and grabbed my ass through the transparent material,  with his big rough hands.

	I hated when he did that, but the net effect was that it did tend to arouse me, even though I tried to suppress it. Soon all three of the very horny bulls were feeling me up all over and saying very lewd things about me.  Yet, I couldn't be more embarrassed than when my much smaller prick got stiff too. 

	"Look at her clit, it's all stiff, she's in heat and ready to be cooled off with some hard dicks and hot cum."  Spoke my wife's dad as he guided me to the sofa and put me in position to guide his rigid dick in my well cleaned and lubricated rear.

	My shoulders and head  would be positioned over the back of the sofa where my mouth would be available for Joe and Dan to alternately use my mouth as a receptacle for their magnificent members, and also to fill me with their copious outpourings from their large hairy balls, which I held and kneaded softly with each of my hands for the two.  Their silky soft  nut sacs were more than a handful for each of my hands.

	This was my first time being double penetrated.  And while I've heard of this happening to males, I never thought of it ever happening to me.  Maybe this would even be thought of as triple penetration since Joe and Dan were alternately using my mouth for equal  numbers of jabs and literally playing a game to see who empty themselves first in my mouth.  

	While they were playing their game with my mouth and throat, my wife's dad was happily pummeling my rear as he moaned in pleasing guttural tones and was constantly telling me what a "Good fuck" and "Piece of ass"  I was.

	Joe and Dan also were nearing a come and they too moaned about how "Pussy like" my mouth was.

	It was so odd, as has been many things I've had to endure in my marital situation, but the lascivious and earthy derogatory talk didn't come across as offensive with their hard dicks moving in and out of me.  Their nasty talk actually seemed to add to the heat of the moment as well as to my continual, and my already  embarrassing arousal from being used like a piece of fuck meat and a sperm dump.

	After about 10 minutes all three men had ejaculated their first loads in me.  Dan shot off first in my mouth and time I finished swallowed his plentiful, viscous creamy rich, heated load of slimy sperm.  Joe immediately followed with a load just as hot and  heavy and copious.  I had never swallowed so much thick lumpy loads of jism so close together, even though at that time, I'd had over 200 sucked dicks under my belt, so to speak, thanks to the men invoking their rights under the PWPO. 

	After a few minutes of me cleaning my father in-laws dick orally, he had become erect in my mouth and desired I softly suckle him off again.  It was good that the douche and fuck lubricant was both sanitized and edible, for just this purpose.

	The physician had told me that a man loves his "bitch boy" to show respect and adoration for being fucked and what better way to do so than to  mouth clean the dick that just fucked you.  It may sound nasty, but I have noticed many female porn movies where females do this frequently after cocks have been in their cunts.  And as I did it to my father-in-law, I have to admit, it did give me a warm cozy feeling, and I felt very respectful and adoring of the man that had just fucked me.

	You see readers, it might be humiliating to have a man fuck me up my ass, but I must confess, I do experience a certain amount of pleasure that I don't like to admit to, from being used as a "He pussy" or "bitch boy".

	 By this time, Joe was ready to fuck me and easily slid his swollen bloated  dick head stiffening shaft half way up my ass cunt.  In no time he had over three quarters of his dick in me and was also moaning how much of a pussy I was as he worked toward his release of more sperm into me.

	After another hour of the three men basically pulling a train on me,  Dan got a piece of my ass too, and left a load of his ball cream deep in me to as had the other two, in addition to the load of thick rich semen he'd already unleashed  down my throat.

	Finally, the three well hung, and well drained men, stuffed their much softer dicks in their shorts and left.  They left behind 6 loads of their jism in me. Three loads in my tummy and three loads deep in my ass cunt.

	The other thing that was an embarrassment to was when I had come involuntarily while being fucked by their large dicks being rammed in me.  It's happened before when my father-in-law did me.  But to have it occur with Joe and Dan seem to add another dimension to my degraded status as a man.

	I knew from that point on, there was nothing to stop them from coming after me again and making me give up what use to be my secret pussy.   Over the years my prediction came true many times as Joe and Dan used me as a surrogate pussy countless times.  And my father-in-law of course not only continually delighted in using me as his private piece of ass, but also further shared  me with many of his horny big dick buddies too.

	As I showered and composed myself after the gang bang that had been imposed on me, I was a bit upset with my wife's dad for his violation of trust.  But it was obvious that because he was the real man, and I was his pussy boy, he could change the rules unilaterally and I had to accept his decision without question.

	That was much the same situation with my wife too.

	As I've said or implied, I knew my father-in-law respected Joe and Dan more as real men, who he may have thought more suitable as a husband for his daughter than I.   But because his daughter needed a husband who could satisfy her kinky quirks, love her as much as I do, all the while accepting her sluttish ways - something a real man wouldn't, or couldn't tolerate - he became satisfied with her choice of me.

	Well anyway, that's how I was able to persevere and win her over as my wife, even if she was other men's slut.  Her father realized that and came to see that I was the better husband for his "little girl" and in the process found  it rewarding  to impose his lusty desires upon me too.

	Being a cuckold is not for the fainthearted or sissies, or maybe I should add, based on my experiences, it doesn't hurt to become acclimated to doing what sissies or fags do, even if you know you're not one or the other.  Just remember, being a cuckold requires you to be what your wife and others who have control over you, want you to be.	

END OF PART 2

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