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My original (2 year old) post of this story was removed after I fixed a typo because the title wasn’t formatted correctly, so here is the complete story in one post.
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“I’m sorry to hear that you are leaving Steve, but that sounds like a great career opportunity. Plus you’ll get to move to a world class city, do you think you’ll miss anything about our quaint little city?” Frank, one of our coworkers, asked.
We were at another team building, Monday Night Football game, office party at the local sports bar. I realized, with a surprise, that it was almost ten months since that fateful team building outing when Steve had discovered my cuckold fantasies. It was only ten months ago that I stopped being Sara’s only man, and I had become Cucky. How had most of a year gone by so fast, and now Steve had let us all know he was leaving. I felt a mixture of sadness that the most exciting addition to our sex lives would be leaving, and anticipation of having my wife to myself again.
Once again, the home team had lost the game, and most of the office folks were heading out. And once again, I was waiting for Sara to take me home. But this time Steve was also getting a ride home from Sara. A ride to our home. And unlike the football game last year, this time my cock was tightly caged.
“Oh there’s a few things I’ll miss” Steve responded. “It really is a nice city, and it has some beautiful ladies in it.”
“Oh you dog! Any special ladies, or do you just like to play the field?” Frank had also had a few and was waiting for his wife to pick him up. I could see he was prying for a little bit of vicarious thrill in the life of an eligible bachelor.
“There is one woman in particular I’ll miss” Steve said with a twinkle, “but I wouldn’t call her a lady. She is a dirty little girl for me.”
“Oh, one to fuck, but not to marry huh?” Frank asked (rather crudely, I thought).
“Oh well, she is married!” Steve chuckled, “I guess someone thought she was marriage material, but for me she is a plaything who let’s me do whatever I want to her.”
“What! You’re hooking up with a married woman?” Frank asked, rather shocked. “Aren’t you worried about her husband finding out?”
“Oh no, her husband knows. He’s actually into it. Everyone is on board.” Steve reassured him.
“I would never be okay with that!” Frank shot back.
“Well, some women need more than their husbands can offer. And of course, some women are just sluts. But as long as everyone consents, I think it is all good.” Steve said confidently.
It was thrilling, and embarrassing, and a little annoying listening to Steve talk about my wife life some cheap whore. But then again, she did seem to like it when he did that behind closed doors.
“Oop, my wife is here.” Frank said as he quickly drained his beer. “Do you need a ride home Steve?”
“No thanks Frank, I’ve got a ride lined up with him” Steve gestured to me.
“Yeah, Sara and I will get him home.” I chimed in. Was that a hint of curiosity I saw on Frank’s face? But he was on his way giving his wife a peck on the cheek as he met her by the door.
A few minutes later Sara arrived. “Ready to head home boys?” She said, her sweet beautiful smile lighting up her face as she kissed me. “Did you limit yourself to one beer like I told you Cucky?”
“Yes my Queen, only the one beer.”
“Good, you’re driving. I want to ride in the back seat with my real man.” Her grin turned hungry as she tickled my chin, and the three of us walked out to the car.
–//–
Sara and Steve scooted into the back seat as I took the wheel of the car. Steve spoke up from the back seat, “better keep your eyes on the road Cucky. You keep your eyes off my girl while you’re driving, what she gets up to back here is none of your business.”
It was hard not to look back as I heard Sara giggle. I had seen her little sun dress when she arrived at the bar, and I wanted to see what they got up to on the drive, but I also wanted to avoid getting into an accident on the way home. It was only about 10 minutes to the house anyway, maybe they wouldn’t get up to much on the way.
I heard the sounds of kissing in the back seat and glanced in the rear-view mirror. Steve caught me looking and barked at me, “Eyes on the road Cuck. I’m going to punch you in the nuts once for every time I catch you trying to peep on us!”
My caged little dick leapt at the threat of my coming punishment. How was it that the threat of extreme pain could be so exciting? But I knew he wouldn’t be pulling his punches, so I resolved to avoid looking back any more.
I heard Sara giggling, and she said “let’s see how good he is at minding his own business.” Followed by the sound of a zipper, and slurping sounds.
I knew she must be sucking his huge cock. I couldn’t resist just one little peek. “Ah ah ah, that’s a second punch now Cucky.” Steve teased.
I put my eyes back on the road, resolving again to avoid temptation. It was hard, but even when I heard Sara gagging while Steve moaned, I resisted. But then I heard a slapping sound and couldn’t resist any more. I glanced back to see Sara’s ass exposed. Steve had her bent over on the back seat, dress hiked up to her waist. Any car passing us on the driver’s side could have seen Sara’s ass and thong underwear framed by the back window. With one hand he had her hair gathered up while he fucked her face, and he was slapping her exposed ass with the other. “That’s three.” He warned. I resisted temptation the rest of the way home.
Once we got to our house we all walked inside, Sara already looking a little messy, but delicious with her soft looking lips and wiggle in her walk as she strutted up to the door. Once we were inside Sara gave me a big deep kiss, and I could taste Steve’s cock on her lips and tongue. Then she brought her knee up into my caged balls three times sharply. “Steve warned you Cucky” She gave me a smile as I groaned and slid to the ground.
“Don’t worry Cucky, I didn’t forget either” Steve said as he walked over, pulled down my pants, and gave me three sharp shots on my exposed nuts. “Now go be a good boy and wait in the living room.”
As had become our custom on nights that Steve came over, I iced my aching balls with a bag of frozen peas and played video games while Steve plowed my wife. I still absolutely loved being cuckolded, but we had all settled into something of a routine. Sara would lock me up ahead of time. Then Sara and Steve would smash my balls when we got home. Sara would get fucked to exhaustion, then Steve would leave, and I would soothe Sara’s aching holes before trying to reclaim her. Most of the time, I was so horny by the time I was freed from my cage that I came almost as soon as I entered Sara.
I loved the routine we had established, as did Sara, but now I knew that routine was going to be coming to an end, and I didn’t know what would happen on down the line. I sat there on the couch and listened to my wife calling out another man’s name and moaning in pleasure, and I smiled as I felt my little cocklet strain against the cage. When we started it had been such a struggle to deal with the discomfort, but now I welcomed the blueballs and the feeling of being constrained.
When Steve was done for the evening he came out as usual and told me to get him some water and fetch him his shoes. I did so, and then went to Sara. Steve had fucked her hard, as he always did, and she drew my face down to her well fucked pussy. I cleaned her, she let me out of my cage, and I came the moment my dicklet entered her gaping pussy.
“It never stops surprising me how much you get off on me not being able to feel your tiny cock Cucky. Come here and hold me, it has been a fun but exhausting evening.” Sara said, and I held her, and we slept.
–//–
The next morning we chatted over coffee before heading off to work. “So when is Steve leaving?” Sara asked.
“His last day is in two weeks. I guess the new place wants him as soon as possible.” I replied, reaching over and squeezing her hand.
“Oh, that’s the day before our anniversary. What are we doing this year by the way?”
I let her know, “Well, it was supposed to be a surprise, but I got us reservations at Ibiza.” I said with a spreading smile.
Sara squealed with excitement, “what? How did you get reservations on a Saturday night? I’ve been dreaming of going there for more than a year!”
“Well, for our last anniversary you mentioned that, so I made the reservations a year ago.”
“Aw, what a good hubby” She said with a smile. “That’s going to be a good night, you know, I think I want you to cage up now. I want two full weeks of anticipation for you.” Her smile grew saucier as she went on.
I splattered, “what!? Two full weeks? Right after getting unlocked?”
“Well it’s not really two _full_ weeks, today is Tuesday, and you’ll be let out Saturday. Stop whining Cucky. Do this for your Queen.”
–//–
I had never been locked up for so long. The buildup was crazy. I felt like I was barely a functional human being by Wednesday of the second week. My blueballs were a constant dull ache. If I didn’t know better I would worry that my balls might explode from built up cum.
On Friday everyone was saying goodbye to Steve. Someone asked when Steve was heading to the new city. “Well I’m all packed up. I’ve got some plans for tomorrow, and then I’m headed out on Sunday. All my stuff is already packed and shipped out by the movers. I don’t even have a bed right now!”
If I had been less distracted by my desperate horniness, maybe I would have been suspicious, but I was too excited for my anniversary sex tomorrow to think about anything else. I headed on out the door to see my beautiful wife.
–//–
I had stopped to get flowers on my way home, so my first realization that something was up was when I got home and found Steve’s car in the driveway.
I came into the house to find Sara waiting for me in a white wraparound dress. She gave me a big kiss. “Oh, thank you for the flowers honey. I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you.” She said with a smile.
We walked into the dining room to find Steve sitting down at the head of the table, drinking a glass of wine. There were two place settings, and I saw in the kitchen was a kids table.
Sara took my hand and looked me deep in the eyes, “Cucky, as you know, this is a special weekend. Our bull is leaving, and I am about to be without a real cock to satisfy me going forward. I’ve decided that I want you to show me you love me by putting my satisfaction first. I want to spend tonight and tomorrow with my MAN. With my real man.”
I felt like the room was spinning. My throat felt closed and my stomach was fluttering. I thought I knew what to expect after the last ten months, but this was something different. Of course, despite my feelings of dread, my cock was instantly straining so hard against my cage I thought it might rip my balls off.
Sara reached down and caressed my cage. She felt how hard my little guy was, and she cooed “aww sweetie, I just knew that you would see things my way. As you know, Steve doesn’t have any furniture at his place this weekend, so I offered him our bed. You can sleep in the guest room. This weekend I am all his. But first, we are very hungry. I want you to cook us a nice romantic dinner. I’ve got the steaks all seasoned and waiting in the kitchen.”
Wordlessly I went to the kitchen and started preparing food while Sara and Steve chatted in the dining room. I saw that there was a single chair next to the low children’s table in the kitchen, and a placemat that said “Cucky” on the little table. I have no idea where Sara found the table. I started some potatoes boiling for mashing, and started chopping salad components. I called out, “how do you like your steak Sir?”
“I like mine rare Cucky. Be a good little cuck and get me some more wine would you?” He called back.
I brought the bottle out and refilled both their glasses. Sara turned to me, “help me out of this dress would you Cucky. I want Steve to see what is waiting for him after dinner.”
I unwrapped Sara to find her wearing her bridal lingerie from our wedding day. “I thought that since this is the first time that Steve will be spending the night in our marital bed, that I should wear my wedding lingerie for my man.”
My stomach turned in knots as I felt honest jealousy. Sara looked so good in her white bustier, thong, and thigh highs. And then I felt a spasm of panic, she had said this weekend, “what about Ibiza?!” I squeaked.
“Well I thought that if you really cared about me having the best anniversary weekend, you would want me to go with the man who satisfies this sweet pussy so well. I’m going to spend this weekend getting pounded by a real man, and I want to have a romantic night out with our bull. Steve is leaving us, I want you to give me this weekend with him.” She looked very serious and her voice lowered, “Cucky, I want you to get down on your knees and ask me to take Steve to Ibiza for our anniversary dinner.”
Humiliated, I knelt down and said “please my Queen, take Steve to Ibiza so that you can have a romantic dinner with a real mam.”
“Good boy,” Sara purred to me. “Yes, I will take my handsome big dicked bull to a fabulous dinner, that you will be paying for by the way. Now kiss my feet and then turn around.” Staying on my knees I did as she said. Once I had my back to her she kicked me sharply between the legs. I sprawled forward as Steve laughed, and Sara went on, “that was for balking on our anniversary weekend cucky. Now get in the kitchen and get our dinner ready.”
I hobbled back to the kitchen and prepared the steaks. I kept looking back at the dining room. Sara had sat in Steve’s lap after she sent me away. She kept laughing at his jokes, and kissing him. I felt so jealous watching her dote on him in her wedding lingerie.
As I was plating the food, I looked over and saw that Steve had Sara bent over the table and was spanking her playfully. She was squealing happily as I carried in the food. “Okay slut, crawl back to your chair so I can eat my steak before I fuck you.” Steve said to Sara as I placed his plate on the table. I enjoyed the view of Sara’s thonged ass wagging as she crawled back to her chair. Then I went back to the kitchen, sat down at the kids table, and ate my dinner.
–//–
Dinner proceeded fairly uneventfully, though I was feeling rather resentful. I had been so excited to be let out of my cage, and looking forward to the dinner I had been planning for a full year. But I could not deny that I was basically out of my mind with horniness. This evening was already the most erotically intense experience of my life, and I felt sure it was going to get worse/better.
I heard a tinking as Steve rang a spoon against his glass. “Oh Cucky boy, please come clear the table. I want to prepare your dessert.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, but when I saw Sara’s excited smile, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to like it. Steve told me to take away everything except the butter. I did as he ordered, and when I came back he told me to kneel down in the corner and watch as he “made my dessert.”
I watched as Sara sauntered around the table. “Oh yes Cucky, our Bull is about to take your sweet wife in her wedding attire. Do you remember seeing me in this after our wedding. Ooh, you barely made into me that night before you blew your load. Steve isn’t going to have that problem, because I know after he makes your dessert, he’s going to be ready to keep going all night. I’m going to get the fucking I should have got on our wedding night. Now I want you to sit there and watch, and I want you to think about the fucking that your wife deserves. And I bet you are going to understand why Steve gets to go to Ibiza with me tomorrow.” With a cruel smile, Sara stopped in front of me and bent over pulling down her thong as she did. Then she stepped out of her underwear, then picked them up and shoved them in my mouth. She walked over to Steve and stroked his arm. “Are you ready to make Cucky’s dessert Sir?” She asked looking up at him with big eyes while stroking the bulge in his trousers.
A broad, hungry smile spread over Steve’s face. “Bend over whore.” He punctuated his order with a slap on Sara’s ass, and she eagerly complied. She bent over the table facing me. I could see her cleavage as her breasts tried to spill out of her bustier.
Sara stared in my eyes as Steve unzipped his pants freeing his massive cock. As Steve smeared the butter on his dick, Sara called to me, “how does it feel Cucky? Knowing that your sweet darling wife would rather be assfucked in her bridal lingerie by a man that calls her a whore than touch your worthless little dicklet? Don’t answer, I don’t actually want to hear your voice right now, I just want–” She suddenly stopped talking as Steve thrust hard into her tight little rosebud. He grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her back onto his cock. She eyed me, looking down from her twisted pose and said “yeah, ungh, that’s, ungh, what I wanted. Watch your wife get fucked Cuck.” Her eyes rolled in pleasure as Steve hammered her tight little ass. The ass I had never been allowed to enter. I felt so insignificant watching her take him in.
Steve didn’t draw it out. He looked at me and said, “I want to hurry up and get to my weekend alone with my fucktoy, so I’m getting this dish done quick.” Then he threw back his head and went rigid as he unloaded in my wife’s ass. “Ahh yeah, go feed your loser husband.”
Sara slid off his member, quickly clamping her hand over her asshole, and then scampered over, thrusting her buttery ass onto my mouth. She laughed and said, “Yeah Cucky, eat your dirty creampie. I know you wanted some dessert.” I knew better than to balk by now, I ate Steve’s load without complaint. It was strange how the taste of Steve’s jizz leaking out of my wife’s ass was normal now, though the use of butter as lube was a new twist.
“Okay Cucky, go to your room now, and I don’t want to see you out of it until you cook us breakfast in the morning. And don’t worry, I took pity on you. I won’t let you out of your cage, but I put a girlfriend in the guest room for you.” Steve said, and then pulled Sara down to her knees and started fucking her face, “Yeah, get my cock clean slut, I’ve got plans for you tonight.” Then he pointed for me to leave.
“Yes Sir” I said meekly and walked out of the room and down the hall to the guest room. I was intrigued to see what my “girlfriend” was.
–//–
When I got to the guest room I found my “girlfriend.” It was a pillow with the word “girlfriend” written on the case. I was pissed. This was ridiculous and offensively humiliating. I threw the pillow across the room and flopped down on the bed.
I was so horny and frustrated from the combination of two weeks of chastity and this night of erotic torture. This was somehow the best and worst night of being a cuckold that I had ever experienced. I felt so humiliated and displaced by Steve taking my place on my anniversary. And of course my raging hard-on in my tiny cage was yanking on my full aching balls, and it was delicious torture. And at the same time, the knowledge that my wife was having a full night of wild fucking in her bridal lingerie, in our bed, while I was relegated to the guest room had me more turned on than I had ever been.
And the knowledge that for the first time in our marriage she would be actually sleeping with another man was a red hot knife of jealousy and eroticism in my gut. Sure, Steve had fucked her many times, but tonight he wasn’t going home. I wouldn’t be getting her back tonight. She would be sleeping in his arms, while I had a pillow. I hated it, and I loved it.
I tried to go to sleep, but I was too wired up. I tried to read, but then I started hearing the headboard banging against the master bedroom wall. I could hear Sara’s moans and grunts through the walls. Sleep was going to be hard to find.
And then I heard Sara calling out, and it had to be for my benefit to penetrate through the walls. “Oh! Yes! Steve, oh my Steve. Fuck this whore’s pussy. Fuck it with your giant cock. Make me forget my worthless husband. Show me what a real man can do.”
At this point I surrendered to the situation. I walked over to my “girlfriend,” picked it up of the floor, and brought it back to bed. At first I held it and cried out of jealousy and sexual frustration, but then I kept getting more excited listening to Sara and our Bull.
I slid my “girlfriend” down to my caged dicklet, and started humping. It was uncomfortable in the cage, but I was desperate for something, anything to give me release. Then I heard Sara through the walls, “ahh, yes! You are so much better than my husband!” And that was all it took. My orgasm exploded right there in my cage. I had never come in my cage before. I was unprepared for how it could simultaneously provide some relief, while still being disappointing, and leaving me still horny. I soaked my “girlfriend” with my jizz. And still horny and frustrated, but a little less desperate, I drifted off to sleep, lulled by the sounds of my wife’s moans.
–//–
I was awoken the next morning by an explosion of pain in my balls, accompanied by my wife scolding me “Cucky! You naughty little perv! What did you do to your girlfriend?”
I felt some panic as I tried to gather my wits. I had been sleeping soundly, and now I was in pain, and clearly in trouble. “Whaa?” I started.
“I didn’t tell you you could come Cucky! Look at your jizz stains all over your girlfriend!” Sara pointed at the pillow, now cum stained, with the word ‘girlfriend’ written on it. “Look at that mess Cucky! Put your nose in it.”
I did as I was told and put my nose in the stained pillow. Sara held the back of my neck with one hand. “No! more cummies without your Queen’s permission! ” Each word was punctuated with a slap on my nuts from my wife’s free hand. I fell over on my side groaning from the pain and shock of my rude awakening.
“Now go make us breakfast Cucky. We’re hungry from fucking all night.”
–//–
I cooked breakfast for Sara, Steve, and myself, but when I brought it out to the table Steve reprimanded me. “Nuh-uh Cucky, you don’t eat at the big table. Little boys with tiny dicks eat at the kids table.” This morning was starting out rough for me.
I sat in the kitchen, and listened to them laughing at the dining room table. Sara was wearing her silk robe that I always found so sexy. Steve was wearing my housecoat. The sight of the two of them together in the morning light with Steve wearing my loungewear, eating my food, sitting in my spot, with my wife adoring him twisted my guts in knots.
After pouring both of them a second mug of coffee, I waited in the kitchen. I heard the two of them giggling, and then Sara called out, “okay, clean up breakfast Cucky, and then come meet us in the master bedroom. We have a surprise for you.”
After cleaning up the table, I approached the bedroom with a sense of trepidation. So far this morning had not been going well for me. Between the painful wakeup and the spoiled orgasm of the night before, I was feeling less turned on and more scared about what the day would bring. That fear did not go away when I walked into the bedroom to find Sara sitting with her legs crossed on the bed, still wearing her silk robe, and Steve standing, arms crossed next to her. He was still wearing my housecoat, but it was hanging open so I could see his pendulous member, flaccid, but still larger than my dick ever got.
But my teeny peeny sprang to attention once again as Steve began talking. “I’ve convinced Sara to give you a special treat today for your anniversary Cucky. Today you are finally going to get your wish that I know you have been begging Sara for. As a special anniversary present, you are going to get to have anal with your wife, and this time I am going to be the one watching.”
My heart leapt for joy. I was shocked, but thrilled at the prospect of finally getting to feel my wife’s ass on my cock. My grin threatened to split my face in half… and then my grin fell as I realized what was actually happening.
Sara threw her head back and laughed as she opened her robe exposing the strap-on dildo and harness she was wearing. “I already told you Cucky, my ass is only for real men. Little Cucky isn’t allowed in. The only way you get anal is if I am fucking you. Now get on the bed.”
I was torn. And I had talked about my fantasy of having her peg me, but I never thought it would happen without any warning, and I didn’t want Steve to watch. It felt like a whole new level of emasculation to be assfucked in front of my bull. But Sara was resolute, “get on the bed Cucky. Face down, ass up bitch.” There was definitely some glee in her voice, getting to turn around the lines that Steve would use on her. “I probably should have had you try a buttplug first, but this is how I had my first assfucking. It’s going to hurt, but I bet you’ll learn to love it. If you need something to hold onto, here’s your girlfriend.” She handed me the cum stained pillow.
I held the pillow close as I felt her rub some lube onto my virgin asshole. I was scared and excited. This was one of my big fantasies, about to come true, but in a way I had never dreamed of. I felt the dildo start to press against my sphincter and tensed up. Sara pushed, and the pressure was painful and I tried to wriggle away. Sara slapped my ass and told me to relax, and the next thing I knew she had popped the end of the dildo into my ass. I yelped in pain and surprise.
I was not liking the feeling at all, but Sara was laughing and seemed to be having a great time. I was trying to relax, but I kept on creeping away from her, which made Sara angry. Then Steve piped up, “why don’t you flip him around, he has a handle on the front. It’ll be a lot easier to keep him from running away like that.”
Sara ordered me onto my back, then she spread my legs and threw them over her shoulders. The reversal of how we would typically have sex was bizarre and jarring, I started to laugh until she grasped my balls and thrust the dildo back into my ass. “That’s right Cucky, I’ve got you by the balls now. No cock dodging. If you try to wriggle away again you will be punished, if you cum, you will be punished. If it gets to be too much, you can use your safeword, but if you do I’ll keep you locked up for another week.”
There was no way I was going to use my safeword if it meant another week locked up. Especially now that being forced to lie still had caused me to relax a little. I won’t say it had totally stopped hurting, but it was also starting to feel very good. My fear now was that I might not be able to keep from coming. I had fantasized about Sara pegging me for years, and now it was happening. As I let go of my shock, I started enjoying the experience more and more, “Yes my Queen! Fuck your little Cucky.”
Sara smiled hugely as she saw me getting into it. She slapped my ass and said “that’s right you dirty little slut, now I’m fucking you. But you had better not come!”
Despite the warning, I felt the orgasm mounting. I tried to hold it back, but I could tell it was going to happen if she didn’t stop. “Please my Queen, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.” Sara just laughed and fucked me harder.
Sara grasped my cage firmly in her left hand, my vulnerable balls shining above her clenched hand. When I began spurting jizz all over my belly and face Sara immediately started punching me in the balls. “I told you no cummies you little Cucky whore!” She scolded me as she pounded my poor little berries. I wasn’t sure if this was the greatest orgasm of my life, or the very worst. In any case, it was explosive, intense, and left me curled up and moaning.
Sara scooped some of the jizz off of my chest and slathered it onto her strap on. Then she grabbed me by my hair. “Get over here Cucky, and clean your Queen’s cock.” She forced my head down onto the dildo and chuckled “that’s it Cucky, taste your ass.”
Even Steve seemed a little shocked by what had just taken place. He let out a low whistle, “wow, that was intense. I think it is a good thing we’re heading out for a bit so that Cucky can recover before he gets you dressed this evening.”
I was rather overwhelmed, and simply asked “what?” I felt bewildered, and dirty, and couldn’t shake the taste of my own ass, cum, and lube on my lips.
Sara leaned down to me, seeing the look on my face and kissed me sweetly. She stroked me and held me for a few minutes. “Oh my little Cucky, I love you. But you didn’t think we were going to be fucking all day did you? This is my weekend with my bull. We are going to go have a fun day at the fair, just Steve and I. We are going out as girlfriend and boyfriend today. I want you to stay here and clean up the house. This bed is filthy and needs fresh sheets. Then once you’ve finished cleaning I want you to lay out my outfit for tonight. You are going to get me ready for my big date with this stud” She said this all with a twinkle in her eye, and capped it off with another big kiss.
–//–
After they showered and left I spent about an hour sitting on a bag of peas on the couch. Both my poor aching nuts, and my poor aching ass needed some soothing. It gave me some sympathy for Sara, since I know that Steve’s dick was a lot bigger than the dildo, and he obviously fucked harder than she did.
Once the aching had subsided a bit, I got to work cleaning the house. I wanted it sparkling when Sara got home, because I was really feeling too sore for any more ballbusting today.
–//–
When Sara and Steve came back in through the door they were laughing, and Sara couldn’t seem to stop touching Steve. I felt a stab of jealousy as I imagined Sara out in public acting like a horny teenager with another man.
“Oh Cucky, we had such a fun time. Steve won a big stuffed bunny for me on the High Striker, he’s sooo strong.” She really leaned into praising his strength and stroked his muscular arms. “We wanted to make sure you had something to remember our anniversary by, so we got a couples portrait done, here you go sweetie.” She handed me a couple’s caricature. It was a cartoony version of Sara sitting on Steve’s lap, in the drawing Sara was wearing a shirt that said “His” with hearts framing the happy couple.
“People kept telling us what a cute couple we were all day. But right now, I am feeling hungry, and excited for tapas. Why don’t you get my fuckdoll dressed for dinner Cucky.” Steve smirked at me as he spoke. While Sara headed off to shower before dinner.
–//–
When Sara came out of the shower I was waiting for her l, kneeling next to the bed. “Can I get you ready for your date my Queen?” I asked her. I had laid out the lingerie I had bought for her the first time she had caged me, as well as a dress that was tighter and shorter than I knew she would usually wear in public. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted her to refuse to wear such a slutty outfit, or for her to embrace the idea. In any case, Sara seemed quite happy about the skimpy outfit.
“Aww, I see you really want everyone to see what a slut your wife is don’t you Cucky. Everyone who sees me tonight is going to know that I am ready to get fucked. You do realize that this skirt is so short that it won’t even cover the tops of my stockings?”
I hadn’t actually realized that. I felt myself flushing at the idea of how provocative Sara was going to look, but I was also excited by it.
“Before you get me dressed though, I want you to lick my ass a little. Just give it a sweet kiss. Steve is going to be devastating this sweet ass later.” Still on my knees, I tenderly licked my Goddess’ sweet butthole. The ass I finally accepted I would never get to fuck myself.
Then I dressed her, kissing every part of her as I got her ready for her date. When I was done she looked sluttier than I had ever seen her. I knew Steve would enjoy it, and I was sure that plenty of other people would be getting an eyeful as well.
When we walked out of the bedroom, Steve gave a wolf whistle. Then he said “heads up!” As he tossed me the keys. “Get the car started Cucky. I don’t want to pay for an Uber.” I couldn’t believe it, I had at least thought I would be able to hang out and play video games while they were at dinner, but I was going to be playing chauffeur tonight.
I drove them to Ibiza. Other than a little light groping, they controlled themselves. Sara wanted to keep her makeup neat. When we arrived at the restaurant, Steve turned to me “wait in the parking lot Cuck. I don’t want to have to wait when we are done. I got a hot little tart here, and I don’t want to delay getting her on my cock when we’re done.”
Sara strutted up to the restaurant like she was trying to seduce the whole establishment. I blushed, my cock hard in its cage, and slouched in the seat. Settling in to stare at my phone until they came back out.
–//–
They took their time in the restaurant, and when they came out I could see that Sara was a little tipsy. She was just a little wobbly on her high heels, and she was leaning on Steve, nuzzling his neck. I caught a glimpse of the maitre d’ catching an eyeful of Sara’s backside as she walked up. I realized that Steve had his hand up the back of her dress, so the maitre d’ must have had a nice view indeed.
Sara slid, giggling, into the back seat. “Oh car boy, take me and this gorgeous hunk of man back to our home so that I can get fucked like a dirty whore by a real man!” Even after this weekend, I was still a little shocked to hear her talk like that.
Steve just added, “you heard her, get us home Cucky. Fucking this ass in 15 minutes, unless you want me to do that in the car, you’d better get a move on.”
I drove home as fast as I could safely. Sara and Steve were all over each other in the back seat. Sara sucked him off, and both were so into each other they didn’t even think to scold me for sneaking a few peeks. Sara looked so sexy in her tiny dress hiked up over her thigh high stockings. I was so turned on at the sight it was hard to focus on the road. But I got us home.
We pulled into the driveway and Sara told me to get the door for them. I held the door as they got out, and Steve patted me on the head. Then I unlocked the front door and Sara strutted in, stripping off her dress as she entered. Steve turned to me and grabbed me by the balls, he squeezed until I fell to my knees, and said “go to your room cuck. Tonight is my night, and I am not sharing anymore.”
I heard Sara call to her man from the foyer, “come on Loverman, leave that loser and fuck your strumpet.” Steve chuckled and walked after her.
Thoroughly put in my place, I got back to my feet, locked the car, and then went to the guest room. I knew better than to hump my “girlfriend” again. And my balls hurt too much to want to try to come anyway.
I listened to Sara’s moans, and calling out Steve’s name. Tonight she wasn’t performing for me, I could tell this night was for her. I loved the idea of her putting her own pleasure first tonight. I felt more like a cuck than I ever had before.
I didn’t think I could get to sleep with such a rock hard boner, but eventually I did.
–//–
My awakening the next morning was much more gentle. Sara woke me with a kiss. “Get up Cucky, I’m hungry.” She said with a playful little pout. Her hair was a mess, and what little makeup she had left on her face was thoroughly smeared. She indeed looked like she had spent the night getting royally fucked.
When I had breakfast ready I put down their plates and turned to go to my kids table. Steve caught my hand and said, “sit.” So we all enjoyed a nice breakfast together. I loved watching Sara snuggle into our Bull. When breakfast was finished, Steve stood up and said, “Well, it’s time for me to go. I’ve got a plane to catch. It’s been a great goodbye.”
I walked Steve to the door, and he turned to me and said, “it’s been great, really. Thanks for sharing this with me, I’ll miss you guys.” And then he was off.
When I returned to the dining room, Sara was having a jaw-cracking yawn, and she said “Cucky, pour your Queen a bath. I’m afraid I am too sore for any shenanigans out of you this morning.”
I poured her a nice hot bubble bath. She soaked, and then announced she was going back to bed. I stroked her cheek as she fell back to sleep, wondering at how she could look so sweet and angelic after being so wild and saucy the night before.
–//–
When Sara woke, she called me to her. “Come to me my sweet husband.” I lay down with her, and she went on “Thank you for this anniversary present. It was so much fun, even if I am more sore down below than I have ever been in my life. As a belated anniversary present, I have a surprise for you.”
“What is it?” I asked, rather mystified.
“I got us reservations at Ibiza next Saturday.” She said with a warm smile.
I was truly shocked. “How did you get another set of reservations so fast?”
“I blew the maitre d’ in the coatroom” She said offhandedly. Then she laughed at my shocked expression, “not really darling. I had the same idea you did for our anniversary, I just didn’t get reservations until about six months ago, so next week was the closest I could get to our anniversary. That was why I thought it would be so fun to torture you this weekend.” As she said that last, I heard and felt the click of the lock on my cage.
I felt the sweet joy of my cock being freed, coupled with the joy of knowing I was going to get to go to Ibiza after all. “Now come to me husband, reclaim your wife.” Sara demanded.
“But aren’t you too sore?” I asked.
“Oh honey, do you really think you’ll last long enough to make anything worse?” She said with a laugh.
I laughed to, and came to my wife, who was once again, all mine.
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