We left home around 5pm, getting to the motel and taking some time to unpack the overnight bags. When Tony went in to take a shower I slipped back to the car to get my “special bag” for the evening. As he exited the bathroom he found me standing in nothing but a kick-ass pair of stiletto heels, black, thigh high stockings and a skimpy g-string. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a look on my husband’s face, but it was all radiating from approval. I gave my best sexy walk over to him, and since he was nude already, I could see his cock starting to grow from excitement. I led him to the straight back wooden chair, told him to sit down and then eagerly handcuffed his wrists behind him as well as binding his ankles. At first he looked very confused, and then asked me where I had gotten handcuffs from, I just said, “Shhhh,” and continued the captivity.

Walking back and forth in front of him, letting my ass jiggle just enough and my large breasts sway to tease him, I began explaining how the past 19 months had been all about him, him, him, his work, his schedule, his thoughts, his stories, his life, and nothing included me, so today, today was going to be MY day, whether he liked it or not. I proceeded to tell him that I would be in charge, he would call me ma’am, ask no questions, throw no rage my direction, and just accept the fact that he was now a cuckold. Before he could utter a response, there was a knock on the motel room door. I stood back as I opened it, just in case it would be housekeeping or something, but it was Butch, right on time and looking extremely excited.

As he walked into the room and took off his coat, the rest of his clothing followed, he was wasting no time, maybe thinking I would change my mind, or maybe just because of his horniness that’s been building all week long. Tony was getting furious, his face was red and the big vein on his temple was bulging, as he started to open his mouth to put up a fight, I greeted him with my fingers over his lips and said, “Remember dear, you’re a cuckold, you have nothing to say.”

Butch immediately dropped to his knees and began to lick my slit that was already extremely creamy, my clit grew quickly against his tongue and my breathing told me that this would be a day I would never forget. After two orgasms from his oral stimulation, I noticed his dick couldn’t possibly get any harder, the skin was stretched tightly. I laid back across the bed, lifting my legs high into the air, making sure we were turned in a way that Tony would see every thrusting motion we made against one another. I was surprised by Butch’s endurance, giving how long he’d waited for this, he was going to do it right.

When he buried his face in my shoulder and his body began to tremble, I knew his orgasm was approaching quickly. He pulled out of me just enough to spew my vaginal lips with his salty cum, up my belly and across my tits were covered as well. There must have been a gallon of spunk! He rolled over, trying to catch his breath as I was doing the same. I lost count of how many times my orgasm ripped through me. As per our plans when he was composed, he didn’t say a word to me or to Tony, just softly placed a kiss on my lips, got dressed and left. I turned towards my husband and his face looked drawn, disappointed and humiliated, but his cock told me how he was really feeling. I got up and walked over to his chair, unlocking the cuffs, and untying the binds on his ankles. I expected him to lurch at me with anger, but instead, he just sat. So, I brought the finishing touch of my plan in. I again laid back on the bed and told him that as my cuckold husband, he would service me and do the clean up duties. He stood up and walked to the bed, bending over his mouth gobbled up the now cold cum from my tits, belly and smooth vaginal mound, from there he parted my swollen lips and ate the creampie remnants of my cuckold experience.

We never spoke about what happened the rest of the day, and I never did let him cum, all a part of my plan. What he didn’t know was this was not going to be our first time of him being humiliated and me being pleasured.