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Cuckold Fiction: Cuckolded for Promotion

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When I came home from work and told Julie that I had to go out of town for the weekend, a business trip, she looked a bit disgusted, but then I mentioned she was welcome to join me, and we could definitely use the time away together, just quiet, romantic moments to share between us. She smiled again and jumped at the chance, telling me she would shop for a couple new dresses the next day and have our bags packed and ready by early Friday morning, that way no rush on getting to the airport on time. Even though Julie and I had been having some marital issues for quite some time, neither of us really brought it up, thinking if we didn’t mention it, it didn’t really exist, so this weekend would be a great time to bring back our dating days and get a little wild.

As promised we were walking out our front door at 9am sharp, heading for the airport and then a couple of hours in the air would put us at our destination. My business was just an informal get together at the home of a man we were hoping to bring on board as one of our clients, he had money, a lot of it, and he was never selfish in rewarding those he thought was beneficial to him. So, on Saturday Julie would accompany me to the gala event and I was sure her beauty would sweep every man there off of their feet. Even though I loved what was inside of her, it was no secret that her outer beauty was the first thing to catch my attention. Her honey colored hair had a natural wave and curl to it that gave her the girl next door look, a few freckles splashed across the bridge of her nose and aqua colored eyes, definitely spoke volumes for her loveliness. From there it just continued with perfection, her waist was trim and curved in all the right places, her breasts were a desirable 34C, and she loved wearing bras with the nipples cut out, allowing her a bit of freedom while still having support was what she always said. Her legs were long, and her butt extremely tight, yes, I’d say I had myself on hot wife that most men would envy.

As our plane touched down we scrambled to get the carry on bags and then off to get the rest of our luggage. Mr. Spivey, the man we were trying to woo had sent a car for us, and even though we had made arrangements for a motel room, he insisted we stay at his mansion, a huge, sprawling estate that anyone could easily get lost in. For Julie and I, we were  bit disappointed because our plans had been for a bit of unruly actions over the next couple of days and now we felt as though we’ll have to tone down our plans.

Walking through the front door we were both in awe of our surroundings, everything was not only beautiful, but polished, shining and looking as though it must have cost a fortune. My Spivey was there to greet us, and I noticed he was giving Julie some lingering looks, the sort that show the excitement in his eyes and I wasn’t sure just how I felt about that. Even though I call him, Mr. Spivey, he’s actually only about eight years older than Julie and I, so definitely young enough to strike a chord for her, if she had been that type of hot wife.

After dinner we went into one of the formal living rooms for a drink and conversation, we had agreed no business discussions until tomorrow’s meeting, so it was just a social evening. Music lightly filtered through the air and Mr. Spivey asked if I would mind him dancing with my wife, not if she’s alright with it was the only response I could think of, after all, we were trying to woo him. He held her close….very close, and I knew underneath her dress she wore a bra that left her nipples exposed, I could see how much they had hardened and wondered what she was thinking. Her breasts are extremely sensitive and many times over the past few years of marriage I’ve brought her to an explosive orgasm just by licking and sucking on her nipples. He pressed hard against her, I could see her eyes starting to look a bit glazed and her hips were grinding back against his own in a special rhythm. I began to shift on the sofa a bit, thinking I might ask to cut in, but I didn’t want to offend him. Finally, after noticing his hands were wandering to the low cut of her back, then to the top of her tight ass, I decided to take back what belonged to me.

I stepped up to them both and lightly tapped him on the shoulder, smiling and said, “I think it’s my turn.” Much to my surprise his tone, expression and actions were completely different and he informed me that it would be Julie’s choice. I turned to my wife with a questioning look on my face, and all she could say was, “Ronnie dear, let me finish this dance and then we’ll have some time together.” So, feeling somewhat rejected and confused, I went back to the sofa and do my drink. That dance led into two more and then finally I saw them parting ways, he left the room and she came to sit next to me on the sofa. Her cheeks were flushed, was it from the exertion or the arousal? “Ronnie, I want to tell you something, and I want to make it quick, my mind is made up, so don’t try to change it.” “You and I have been having issues for a long time, we both know it, and this is the first time in a long while that I’ve felt so excited and aroused, and I don’t want the feeling to stop. I’ve been whispering in Howard’s …err….Mr. Spivey’s ear that I could feel his throbbing huge cock pushing against me, and Ronnie, now I want to feel it inside of me.” With that she got up and left the room.

I sat with my mouth hanging open and wondering if that really happened. I took the last swallow of my drink and set out to find her. Going up the long staircase I could hear sounds from the room on the right, I opened the door and there was Julie, on the bed, on her knees and sucking his mammoth cock like a person that hasn’t had sex in years. Her jaws were stretched tightly around his width, she was forcing the inches into the back of her throat and all I could think was how she never went after my own dick with such passion. His hands were fondling, pulling, tugging and twisting her nipples and I could already see the clear pussy juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. She opened her eyes and saw me standing in the doorway, and pulling his cock from her lips she said, “Sit down, I want you to watch, that will turn me on.” At that moment I knew what it felt like to be a cuckold husband, and it happened so quickly, but apparently it was something that Julie has been thinking of for a long time, she was too comfortable with it.

Mr. Spivey turned to look at me and through his hard breathing he uttered, “Ron, if you want my contract, which will mean a huge boost for you up the corporate ladder, you’ll not only let me fuck your hot wife, but you’ll be a good cuckold and sit down like the lady said and watch us.” I don’t know if it was shock or selfishness, but I did as he said. I sat in the huge overstuffed chair next to the bed, watching his many thick and pulsating inches driving deeper and deeper into her sweet pussy hole.

As promised, I did get the contract, I was promoted and once a month we go back to see Mr. Spivey, courtesy of his own private jet and I sit, like a good cuckold husband, watching him banging my wife with a fornicating fury.

The Power of Being A Hot Wife

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Daphne always knew her answer to wanting just what she wanted would be her hot looks. With her shapely, long legs and large, ample breasts, that would be her ticket to the financial freedom she desired. So what if her husband was only a toy and a ploy to get into the social circles she desired. He bought her the big house on the hill, the huge rooms, the expensive furniture and supplied her with a long list of credit cards with no limits and a lifestyle that would suit her just fine. He saw her many sides when they were dating, he knew she could be a ruthless bitch when she wanted to be, but he knew if he wanted to keep her, he would shut up and do whatever she said. He enjoyed having a hot wife like her, a trophy to sport around and show off to all of his predominant friends.

He worked long hours to keep her satisfied, after all, she wanted what he could give her, but not himself. He enjoyed their courting time, when she would coo into his ear and seduce him with her charms, but only when she saw fit to play nice, otherwise, she just asked for money and then had the driver take her to the shops on the most expensive streets. After the lavish wedding and the last guest had left the reception, Stan wondered where his new bride had gone, he looked around the ball room, checked the hallways, but no sign of her. He walked outside and heard sounds coming from the limo, still decorated with the “Just Married” sign and the pale blue streamers. He opened the back door to find his raven haired hot bride straddling the driver, riding his hard cock like he was a bronco she was trying to break. She stopped only long enough to order him behind the wheel, to turn the mirror so he wouldn’t miss one passion filled moment of her sexual interlude, and that is when he realized he was her cuckold husband and if he didn’t want to lose her, then he would obey.

Now, nearly three years after their wedding night, nothing has changed, he continues to work long hours to support her desires, and she continues to bring fuck partners home to flaunt in front of him. She has him service them both, to bring them drinks, and warm towels to clean them up once their orgasms have erupted. She forever humiliates him and degrades him in whatever manner she can come up with, whether that means sending pictures of herself with a lover, and of course Stan in the background watching to his law partners, or placing a personal ad in the local newspaper, with her name and picture, advertising for lovers, with notice that her cuckold husband will be forced into watching each sexual endeavor.

Sometimes she would just make him watch once the action started, but many times it would be more than that. He knew that every Friday night at 8pm, he was to be at the door, awaiting the arrival of her newest partner, to open the door for him, take his coat and direct him to the bedroom. There she would be sprawled across the plush bed, with her thigh high stockings, tight clinging lingerie and of course those deadly high heels of hers, looking like a vision with her raven colored hair curling and framing her delicate features.

She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, and she held such a spell over him, it was almost an honor at times for him to service her whims. In the corner, next to the foot of the bed was an uncomfortable straight back chair, what she would call his cuckold perch, and that was the spot he had to be, to view every touch of fingers, the sliding of tongues, and of course the penetration of passion.

Tonight Daphne was feeling extremely dirty, and she wanted to humiliate Stan as much as she could, just to drive her pleasure over the edge into a euphoria that none of them would ever forget. As her lover spread himself across the bed and began to suck on her hardened nipples she ordered Stan to remove his clothing, and as he quickly stripped she made it a point to degrade him for the small penis that he sported, ridiculing him in every way possible. As her passion grew so did the bitterness of her words, and then she gave him the ultimate command of stroking his worthless, cuckold cock while she would feel true sexual satisfaction. Taking his shrunken meat into his fingers he pulled and jerked to get the blood rushing and it did, his cock grew with the anticipation of trying to please Daphne. As her body was ravished by her lover and her long legs were placed over his shoulders, she turned to see that Stan did indeed have an erection. She plied him with pathetic commands, telling him of his worthlessness and it seemed the more she humiliated him, the harder he would get, yes, Stan had indeed become the perfect for her.

As her own orgasm was approaching she could tell that Stan was also close to shooting his submissive load across his belly, and she wasn’t about to let that happen, this was for her pleasure only, not his. She ordered him to stop jerking on his pitiful dick, and even though his rhythm stopped, the pained look across his face told her she was indeed torturing him. Her hips bounced with such force, as she and her lover exploded together in a mind blowing orgasm. With Stan’s erection still more than apparent, he’s now left with the task of being the

Chastity Device

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As a longstanding cuckold, utterly subservient to my wife’s whims and desires, I have accepted my role and have learned that it will be the way of our sex life forever. She uses me at her whim – I am completely under her strictest control and there is nothing I can do about it. Recently, she has been using this on me she found at an adult store which only makes matters even more under her control. Obviously, she loves it. I am now under “chastity supervision”.

Now when I see her bring a man – or men – home with her to fuck in front of me and to carry on like a street whore, getting her sexual pleasure from strangers and guys from her (and, I hate admitting, from my) work, she grabs this new toy she found – a Male Chastity Device” – into which she basically locks my cock. So I am now cut off from masturbating while watching her fuck other men. Jerking off used to be a release for me – a way of sharing the experience, I guess – and certainly a “bone”, so to speak, where I could get off too. This seems almost cruel the way in which I am now this much more under the control of my total slut wife.

Now, when she brings men home, I sit and watch them make out, watch her get to her knees to bring out their cocks and give the blowjobs she was always so resentful of giving me, it drives me nuts. She will see my pants rising with that ‘tentpole’ forming underneath the jeans and then go grab her chastity device. She will make me strip, a fairly compromising thing to do in front of her new lover, and stand before her, naked. Next, she will couple the clasps of the device around my cock with a snap, explaining what she’s doing to the guy. A few times they suggest other measures, too, caught up as they are in the humiliation of me along with the wife. Sometimes, I get tied up and doubled over, hogtied, and forced to face them, straining at my fetters and with a purely painful sensation as my cock fills with lust and gets itself trapped inside the device. It takes easy breathing and some forced relaxation to keep my cock from really, really hurting. I try and control my own feelings as I watch them fucking and carrying on and it is not easy at all.

Last night, I got myself all tied up into chastity belt when my hot wife brought home these two guys from the pub on some sexual impulse of hers. She had me go get drinks – which I did, of course – and then sit across from them as they began carrying on, making small talk with all sorts of sexual allusions. Then it began. One of the guys slipped his hand down her front with his arm around her and she let him. Watching, I was getting pretty infused with all the usual feelings and sensations I get when she surprises her guests by her serious flirtations in front of her husband – a mix of humilation and lust, I guess – when I saw her top slip down and a tit come out. One of the guys grabbed her tit and pawed at it and it was “on”. Soon she was topless, of course, and she got to her knees as they started taking off their clothing. She sat them both back down and began sucking them both off, going from one to the other, right in front of me. When she had them both as hard as rocks, she turned with both their cocks in her hands, stopped the proceedings and announced:

“Just a second. I want my husband to get ready.” and she told me to strip. I got out of my clothes and stood there. She grabbed her little chastity device, mentioning to the guys how I had been a “bad boy, just a useless sonofabitch” and that I was a miserable over. She mentioned she wanted me to watch as some real men fucked her like “a woman really needs.” But she also wanted me to suffer just a little more than usual. She snapped the chastity belt into place, trapping my cock.The guys watched, fascinated, and I could see it turned them on. Their cocks were throbbing hard, ready to fuck my wife senseless.

One of them said “Tie him up, Annette.” Oh, my, so she did. Bending me over at the weist, she hogtied me, looping the ropes underneath me and securing my wrists to the rope attached to my ankles as well. Then she turned me so I was watching them. Needless to say, I was helpless and it was painful, not only target=”_blank”>being tied but with the device, as well, seeing as how this was all turning me on like mad.

Well, they fucked for hours. In fact, they even called a friend over who laughed when they told him what was going on and who had himself a surprised and gay old time mouth-fucking my hot wife while the other guys filled her other holes. She was in some outer realm herself as she got herself incredibly fucked, kicking her legs up, sucking cock like a street whore who could not get enough and, finally, wearing their cum all over her hot face. She smiled up at them, gratefully as the man juice dripped opff her cheeks and chin. She slurped it up greedily and swallowed it all.

When the guys packed up and left, she went to the shower, leaving me exactly where I was for almost an hour. Finally, she had mercy and came back in, purring and singing some romantic song under her breath. She undid my restraints, praising me for my compliance and telling me I “was doing better” as a I have to admit, it was quite some relief getting out of all that chastity devices she put me in and I must have jacked off for an hour and a half later, cumming nearly uncontrollably when I finally exploded. I “hit it” twice more before going to bed, too. That was one of the hottest nights ever.