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

The beat was pounding in the dark, smoky light at the club as I watched my wife dance with her new acquaintance. A sort of Rave song was on, the beat all throbbing and techno, making me want to join them. But I knew better. This was her night and we had both agreed to play by the rules. Hey, those rules aren’t every one’s cup of tea, I know that, but there have been times when I was actually very happy about them. I don’t care what anyone thinks, I like my wife being happy – it’s sort of a “whatever it takes” philosophy, I guess. And sure, I may have this Inner Wimp that sort of craves all this.

She intertwined her hands behind his head as the beat intensified, surprising him as he looked over at me, briefly. leaned in to his ear and yelled something, he laughed, placed his hand on her hip, cradling it, and they danced on. His hand rode around her back side, onto her ass, feeling her up as I watched, running up and down the crack of her gorgeous butt. I could see his attention was now totally on her, unrestricted. He then ran his hand up her front as he dragged his fingers around her breasts while dancing. He circled them a few times and she stayed there, sticking them out for him, in fact. Then he grabbed them both and held them. She was getting very, very wet, this I knew. Things were definitely going the way she wanted them. I watched them kiss, each leaning in, her tongue licking his lips wantonly now as they moved slower while the crowd around them bounced up and down wildly. His hand went back to her breasts, going smoothly from one to the other, raking across the front of her low cut neckline. His hand finally disappeared down her front and she looked over at me. I watched him cup her bare breast under the dress and I saw her breath intake suddenly as he grabbed her hard. He squeezed and she held my eyes while this was going on. This is what she wanted – for me to watch her getting taken in front of God and everybody. She loved being the slut while I sat and watched. This is our secret love life and I am a true cuckolded husband.

This dancing went on for only a short period because I could tell our train was ready to pull out. As I sat with my small dick as hard as a rock, I reflected on how we got to here. It was not a “long” journey at all. She said I did not please her sexually but she liked the relationship and would prefer to keep it but under the ‘current’ conditions. She always said later she was actually surprised I accepted it so readily, but the fact was, I actually enjoyed it. I enjoyed seeing her made into a slut and being used. I also liked seeing her use men the way only a woman can. The truth is, and maybe even more importantly, I also liked getting used.

As they came to the table, red faced and sweaty, his hand on her ass and her wiggling to his touch, she plopped down beside me, leaned in and whispered in my ear: “I want this one and he wants to come over. I’m going to blow him in the car, honey.”

With that, she turned back to him and smiled, saying, “Well, Don, are you ready to come over?”

When he smiled and nodded, we offered to drive, and he accepted. He did not live far from here, so we became his chauffeurs. And what a ride he got!

We got in the car, them in the back and me driving. As I started it up and began pulling out, her head was already out if sight. I could hear his zipper come down and then I heard her sigh, “Ohhhhh, my. God Don, your cock is beautiful! It really needs some good sucking. Do you mind?”  I didn’t hear the reply but the progress was pretty obvious from the ensuing silence, broken now and then by her moans and the sounds of a cock getting sucked. She was always a loud cock sucker, loving the popping sound as it popped out of her mouth, like some lollipop. This accompanied us home for our short but intense drive.

We got home and I could hear her sigh of reluctance, combined with some fierce final sicks on him, then she sat up, her hair mussed up and her lipstick a but smeared. I love that look. Her top was completely down and her tits hung out incredibly sexy-like. They are big and gorgeous. Like I said, she was made to fuck. I let her gather herself and we made our way inside. His smile was non stop and I was not going to stop anything. As we got in, I mentioned I would go make drinks, which is my usual duty. Of course, they did not hear me and I could hear the familiar sound again of that zipper going down.

I took some time making drinks and, when I got back, he was fucking her doggy style. I set the drinks down then sat across from them, watching. “Undo your pants, dear, take them off,” she said between gasps, “I want Don to see how small your cock is. Oh! Oh, God! Oh!” she gasped as he fucked her harder.

Stripped now, my hard cock raging and throbbing, I watched as he began pile-driving her now. Then he did something remarkable. He pulled his cock out and looked at me. “Has she ever had it in her ass?” he asked me.

I blinked. It was something she had never wanted or had. “No.” I said.

“Good,” he answered as he knelt there over her laying on her all fours. “I’m fucking your ass, baby. Get ready.”

Her silence told me she would try it and she did. In fact, when he started, he barely penetrated and she began a mild protest. But he kept at it, inching his way inside. Her protests and her keening lessened as he got deeper until he was, literally, all the way inside her. I could then see she actually backed up into him, almost as if she wanted it. The fact is, she did want it and they fucked like mad people as I slammed my own hand up and down on myself, very near cumming. The room was white hot with sex all around us as I came in a huge rush, splashing cum all over myself and watching my gorgeous wife getting her ass, of all things, completely reamed out.

Finally, Don held his cock tight against her butt and let go – I could see his quivers and almost sense the rushing of cum jetting into her ass. It was amazingly hot and she was beside herself with sexed up passion and her own juices, I think she had cum 3-4 times by now. He finished, his cock plastered inside her ass. When he pulled out, she lay down straight, absolutely exhausted. She looked over at me, finally, sated and all fucked looking and said:

“Come here, Honey, and eat this nice man’s cum out of my asshole.” I was more than glad to do so.