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My wife Megan and I have been in the cuckolding lifestyle for almost five years. I love writing about the origin of us getting into the lifestyle but this story comes from six months after we jumped into cuckolding head first.
First off, she is drop dead gorgeous. Her face is so sweet and sexy at the same time and her smile will melt your soul. She’s about 5’6″ and has a petite frame and an incredible ass. We are 32 now so around this time she was 27.
My name is Allen. I’m 6’2″, somewhat overweight but pretty good looking, and I’ve been into cuckolding for as long as I can remember. Far before I met Megan. FYI, we met online and although I didn’t have anything on there about cuckolding I did say I had a very high sex drive and wanted someone who had one as well. Let’s just say, I met my match.
I can get more into that later…
I told Megan I wanted her to fuck another guy while I watched and felt the lump in my throat and angst in my gut. She laughed and said, “Like you could handle that. You’d lose your fucking mind.”
She knew I was submissive in bed but she also knew how “alpha” I was outside of it. Lucrative job, leader of people, charismatic and always with my arm around her in public.
We weren’t married at this point and I knew I wanted to try cuckolding before I got married, if I were lucky enough to try it for real at all. As much as I loved her I knew I wanted to be a cuckold and it felt too risky to wait until after marriage to tell her.
“I think I’d surprise you,” I said, not wanting to tell her how desperate I was for her to just say yes.
“You just want to punch some guy for grabbing my ass don’t you?”
I laughed, “No… I want to watch a guy grab your ass and squirm inside.”
There was a long conversation, plans were put in place, and that’s exactly what happened. I can go more into that later but fast forward six months to when we really, really took the plunge.
At this point she’d been fucking other guys and loving it. Mostly guys we’d, or she’d, pick up at bars or what have you. For the past three weeks she’d been seeing a guy that was extremely attractive and fit. In the most cliche thing ever, she met him at the gym.
We had it planned for her to spend the night over at his place one Friday night and possibly Saturday, if she wanted it.
I had ordered a chastity cage without telling her. We had talked about it and she again thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it, etc. I told her we could at least try it. The weekend before her weekend with him I put on the cage to surprise her. She thought it was absolutely hilarious. Black resin. Nothing fancy.
“You couldn’t last a day in that thing,” she said.
I felt the angst in my stomach, “I want you to make me.”
She looked at me with a smirk.
“I’m sure you think you do.”
I took the second massive plunge.
“Baby… I want you to be such a bitch to me. For real. I want you to run everything and tell me what to do. Or not do.”
She shook her head and kindly dismissed what I had said and and I doubled down.
“I want it babe,” I said maybe a little panicked. “I know I’ve told you about the humiliation and we’ve dabbled in it. But I want to be your broken little bitch.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” she laughed, “Why don’t you go jerk off and you’ll have some clarity?”
“I don’t want clarity. I want to serve you.”
I pulled up several websites showing what FLR was all about. Men doing chores naked and women sitting around drinking wine. She looked at a pic or a guy in just an apron vacuuming while the woman sipped her wine and she said, “I’ll have to get you the frilliest little apron.” She was laughing. She didn’t think I’d do it.
I kindly reminded her that she didn’t think I’d like being a cuckold either.
She sighed with a smile and said, “Fine you little freak. Let’s try it.”
We didn’t really know where to start and it felt so clumsy at first. It was five days until she was with him and I told her we should have me wear it until then. Again she thought it was impossible but I did it. She loved me cleaning the house. I didn’t have an apron yet but I cooked everything, cleaned everything, and went down on her every morning and night.
She had never shaved her pussy for me. She’d trimmed up before and I’d asked her if she’d ever get a wax and she said, “Fuck you, you get a wax.” I promise this is relevant in a minute.
On the Friday where she was going to his house I gave her my keys and kissed her goodbye as she left for work. She wore one key around her neck and the other was on her keyring. I’d surrendered any chance of getting out until she got back.
She sent me a pic of her wearing my key at work, I’ll post it soon, and said she fucking loved wearing it. It was so sexy. She would then periodically send me a Pic of her bull, Jason, from his Facebook. She’d always make a comment about how sexy his pecs are or how wet she was thinking about his dick. She sent a pic of him with two girls and she said, “I bet he fucked them both. Men like him make it happen.”
There was one pic of him in a tank top and he looked really good. She told me to text him and asked him to wear it, which I did. He laughed at the comment and just replied, “Sure, bro.”
She drove straight to his plafe after work and texted me saying she was about to walk up to his door and she’d text me when she “came up for air.”
I got a text from Jason about an hour later, “Holy fuck bro. She got a Brazilian for me. She ever do that for you?”
She’d literally gone during her workday and gotten completely waxed for him. I strained so hard thinking about how she did that for him but also to fuck with me hardcore. It was such a debiously sexy thing.
I didn’t hear anything until the next day and she texted me, “Still want me to be a bitch?”
“Fuck yeah, baby.”
“The house better be spotless and the kitchen immaculate or you’ll never get out of that cage.”
“Yes, ma’am. I got you.”
“Good bitch. I’m staying here tonight. He’s taking care of your wife very well.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said. “Have fun.”
“Happy straining.”
I got to work and cleaned everything I possibly could think of and more. The house was perfect, in my mind.
Sunday rolls around and I get a text around 4pm “be home in five.”
I meet her at the door coming into the house from the garage. She looks exhausted. She has her skirt on that she had on Friday, a white tank top with no bra, and she hands me her balled up panties while kissing me hello.
I start to feel emotional and I fall to my knees and start to pull up her skirt to eat her out.
“Whoa. What are you doing there, big guy?”
“I want to lick you.”
“Just get up and go sit on the couch.”
I did as I was told. She stood up and walked with me. We sat very close with her body turned towards me. She had her hand on my thigh.
“This was one of the best weekends of my life,” she spit out.
I was worried she was about to break up with me.
She continued, “He is a bit of a douche, he’s not challenging on an intellectual level… but he can take care of a woman’s body better than anyone I’ve ever met.”
I was squirming quite a bit. This was uncomfortably direct for this type of conversation.
She stared in my eyes and I had to look away periodically.
“Are you ok hearing that?” she asked.
I gulped like a cartoon character. “Yes ma’am. Yes I am. I’m glad.”
“Good. Because I love you. And I think I’m ready to give you exactly what you’ve asked for… Again.”
She smiled and it made me nervous. “You survived in the cage?”
I laughed, “I didn’t really have a choice.”
She chuckled.
“Jason and I talked about you and your fucked up desires. He’s cool with it.”
I was excited but really nervous.
Her tone turned to nonchalant and she said, “We decided he and I together would decide when you cum from now on but he said he doesn’t want you touching me.”
“At all?” I said.
“Sexually. Yes, at all,” she replied quickly.
She could tell I started to panic. Her hand went to my check and she said, “Aww baby.”
I looked at her and she said, “There’s no reason to be upset. This is right. This is good.”
I nodded and said quietly, “I want to eat your pussy though.”
She pulled my head up and looked in my eyes and said so sweetly, “Sweetheart… He’s taking care of that for you now. You don’t need to worry about my pussy.”
Those words cut like a knife but I felt my dick strain.
Fact is, “You don’t compare to what he does to me.”
I nodded.
“And yes, I got completely waxed for him and it’s incredibly hot. It feels amazing and he couldn’t keep his hands… or tongue off of me.”
I touched her skirt and stammered, “Can I see?”
She pulled the skirt down while shaking her head and said, “Don’t do that to yourself. I think you’re better off imagining.”
She changed the subject.
“The house looks great!” she said enthusiastically.
She got up and walked around and into the kitchen.
“Ahh shit.” she said.
“what!?” I popped up.
“Why is that cutting board on the counter?” she sounded disappointed.
“It didn’t fit under the counter where I thought it went so I was going to wait until you got here to ask where you’d like it.”
She had her hand on her forehead and said, “I was about to let you jackoff. I can’t now.”
I started to feel like I was going to cry. She turned around and saw this.
She walked up to me and looked up into my eyes.
“You like me being a bitch, right?”
“Yes ma’am,” I got out somehow.
“Then go get me a bath ready and get out so I can get naked.”
I did just that.
Jason had texted me and I read it as Meg sat in the bath and I sulked onto the couch.
“Your wife is an incredible fuck. Thanks for being the way you are. Hope to see you both soon.”
I cried and shook my cage a little as I tried to get some sort of pleasure. After a few minutes I pulled myself together, washed my face, and texted him back, “Thank you for taking care of her, sir. She is yours whenever you want her and I’ll do whatever you ask to help make that happen.”
There’s not really coming back from this submission. Nothing would be the same. And I’m so glad.
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