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Blake arrived at our house, and my wife greeted him at the door. I was busy preparing their dinner. After spending some time greeting each other with their usual intimate kisses, Blake walked into the kitchen, and asked me “Are you wearing your cage?” “Yes” I answered. “Show me” he said. I looked nervously at my wife, who had a look of “don’t look at me, do what he says” on her face. I pulled my pants down to show him my caged cock. “You’re wearing your plastic one, why aren’t you wearing your metal one?” I own two cages, a plastic one, and a metal one, but the metal one is too big, it actually came off one time when he was over. “Because it’s too big for me” I sheepishly replied. “Of course it is” Blake responded.
Blake then said “Ok, let’s have a hug to say hello”. Blake is the sort of guy that likes to give hugs when saying hello and goodbye. I begin to pull my pants back up, and he stopped me saying “I didn’t say you could pull your pants up.” I stopped, and then shuffled over to him, my pants half way down my legs, and awkwardly gave him a hug. He went back to my wife. I had to keep preparing dinner, but I couldn’t do that with my pants around my legs…. I wasn’t sure if I should take them off entirely, or pull them back up. I pulled them back up, but left my belt undone, and then got back to dinner.
I finished preparing the first course, braised octopus with romesco sauce, and served it on the table. Blake was kissing my wife on the lounge. I told them the first course was ready, and they came and sat down. I went back to the kitchen to continue working. Suddenly my wife said “Why are you still clothed?” “Sorry, I’ll get undressed” I responded. I took off my clothes, and then she said “Ok, let’s have a show, walk to the other end of the lounge room and back. I walked to the end of the room, turned around, and my wife said “No, spin properly, like a model”. I did a spin, and then walked back. She made me repeat this several times. Then she said, “Ok, put on your apron, and get back to cooking.” I put on a floral apron, and continued preparing dinner.
Eventually I served them the next course, seared swordfish with potato and gruyere gratin. I then got on to preparing dessert. Dessert was going to take a while as it had to cook in the oven. Once I’d put it in, Blake called me over to the table. He got out his phone, and pulled out a social media post. I had posted pictures of a meal I’d cooked, he had commented telling me he’d like me to cook it for him, and I’d responded with “yes your majesty”. For context, I don’t call him your majesty, it was tongue in cheek and intended to make sure people reading would think we were both joking – I don’t want everyone knowing I’m his cuck.
“What did you call me?” he asked me. I looked down and said “your majesty”. He said “a bit cheeky wasn’t it?” I said “yes, I’m sorry”. “Go and lean over the lounge” he ordered. I went to the lounge, and leaned on it in the way I usually do when he gives me a spanking. Blake got his flogger out of his bag, and started flogging me. Lightly at first, to warm my skin up, and then he started getting harder.
My wife asked him to teach her how to do it, and he started showing her the different techniques. She had a go, and he said “you’re a natural at this”. My wife disappeared for a while, while he continued to flog me. She came around to the other side of the lounge, gave me a kiss, and then told me to hold my head up, while Blake was still spanking me. She got a stick of lipstick, and wrote something across my face. She took a picture and showed me. She had written “TOY”, my mouth was the O.
“Ok Blake, your toy is ready for you” she said. Blake and my wife swapped positions, my wife picked up a paddle and started spanking me, while Blake unzipped his pants, and started fucking my face with his huge cock. He went deep, to the point I couldn’t breathe, while my wife was spanking me harder with the paddle. The pain started to get unbearable, and I needed to call yellow, but couldn’t with his cock down my throat. I pulled back, and spluttered, but by the time I was able to say yellow my wife had stopped spanking me. He continued face fucking me, while my wife pushed me to the edge of yellow with the paddle.
Finally they decided to give me a break. They told me to go and finish preparing dessert. I did as I was told, while they started fucking on the lounge. I finished preparing the dessert, it was sticky date pudding with butterscotch sauce and vanilla icecream. I served it, and they came and started eating it. I went to the kitchen and started cleaning up, however my wife ordered me back to the table. “Get under the table and give Blake a blowjob.” I did as I was told. It was a very awkward angle, but I was able to get my head in there and suck him off, while he ate his dessert. Occasionally my wife would spank me with a thin paddle she had.
Once they’d finished their desserts, they ordered me back to my position on the lounge. I took up the position, and they told me they were going to play a game, one of them would hit me with a paddle, and I had to guess who. Someone hit me. I guessed correctly. I guessed correctly 3 more times, and was beginning to think maybe I might get out of this ok. But the next time, I got it wrong, and they both yelled “Wrong!” and both hit me hard with the paddles at the same time, while laughing. One of them it me again, I got it right, but the next time “Wrong!” and the both hit me. The game continued, and they were clearly having a lot of fun, laughing more and more. By the end of it, I was getting it wrong every single time – either that or they didn’t care if I got it right or wrong and just said wrong anyway.
Finally, once they’d finished their fun, they told me to go and clean up the kitchen. They headed down to the bedroom. I could just hear them fucking over the sound of washing up. After an hour or so, I was finished cleaning up, and I sat on the lounge. They’d stopped fucking by that point, I could hear them talking and laughing quietly, my wife had also put some music on. I wasn’t sure what they wanted me to do, so I just sat, waiting patiently.
Finally my wife came to the lounge room, told me to take my apron off, and put a collar on me. She led me down to the bedroom, and instructed me to lie in our dog’s bed. I did as I was told. She got back on the bed with Blake, and together they lay there and chatted, sometimes laughing at me, sometimes ignoring me. Our dog came down to the room, and looked very confused seeing me in her bed. My wife called the dog up onto the bed, so she curled up at their feet on my bed while I was lying in her bed.
Finally they told me to come and lie with them on the bed – one of my wife’s favourite parts of cuckolding is when the three of us are lying on the bed, her in the middle, us with both of our attention on her, stroking her, kissing her. I lay next to her, and Blake and I both started stroking her. But my wife had other ideas this time. She decided to show Blake a game that she and I play. I have very sensitive nipples, the lightest touch and I squirm. She set a timer, and said that they’re going to play with my nipples, and every time I move, they’ll count. It was an agony of over-stimulation, I tried my best to be still but it was impossible. They got to 18 and I started just shaking my whole body in protest. They gracefully decided that 21 would be the number.
Then she told Blake that since we got to 21, that was how many spanks I got. She told me to lie across Blake’s lap, which I did. He then started spanking me, getting me to count them out. At about 12, he stopped, made a comment, and then said “where were we?” I said “12” and he said, “I think it was 10”. “It was 12” I protested. I spanked me hard and said “Don’t lie! Now, from 10”. He continued to spank me, and then stopped again at 17. “I think we’re up to 15” he said. I didn’t protest this time, and continued counting from 15. Finally we got to 21, and he gave me one more big one “for good luck”.
I lay back down, my arse red and hot, and he and my wife decided it was time for him to go, so they went out to the lounge room and spent a long time saying goodbye – I can only assume they were making out for that time.