To back up a little. My wife and Wade shared an intimate evening and night Sunday night, and my wife made sure to push the buttons pretty hard by not sending my any photos or texts. I got a simple one before they headed out to the pool that said, ‘spending the rest of the time with my loving boyfriend. I promised him that I’m all his tonight’.
That was the last communication I had with her until Monday when they were headed back to SoCal. Then work here devoured me on Monday, leaving me only a short few minutes to talk to her. Tuesday came and went as did Wednesday and Thursday, and I was again only able to make a quick phone call between tests that we’re running on the new project equipment. In some ways, being so busy made the time fly by a lot faster, but once in a while, I’d have a sudden realization and think about my wife and her boyfriend.
So, when tonight came (Friday night) I was dying to talk to her for more than a couple of minutes. It occurred to me that for most of this week I hadn’t been obsessing over my cuck-needs—that’s how dead ass tired I’ve been I guess.
I got ahold of her as she was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked like she’d just showered. Her short hair still wet, the bangs (or fringe as she calls it) hanging slightly over her eyes. She has enough body in her hair, and it’s thick enough, that I’ve noticed that it doesn’t really lay down unless it’s really wet—she’s so amazingly beautiful—the shorter hair makes her full lips look even more so now.
“It’s about time,” she said excitedly once the connection was made. The internet was working well and I crossed my fingers that it would continue. She was dressed in a very tight-fitting Teenage Mutant Ninja shirt that she bought at a Goodwill about a year ago. I think the shirt was meant for a 12-year-old boy, but I’ve always thought it suits her, haha. Skimpy panties completed her bedtime ensemble—so sexy She has a few goofy ass shirts like that that she likes to wear around the house. That she was wearing it at Wade’s house hit me that this was a very real game. I could hear her classical music on in the background, most likely the Prague philharmonic as that’s her go-to most of the time.
“What, no boyfriend tonight?” I asked, trying to scan the background for him.
She shook her head as she crossed her legs and sat Indian style on the bed, “He has a new client that’s paying him extra to train, but it can only be late in the afternoon,” she then gave me the sultriest look I’ve ever seen, and then smiling said, “But I expect my lover to be home any time. And for all his hard work today, I plan on rewarding him with an evening of the buggering my firm arse.” She was trying to be all sexy (and it was working on me) but she made herself laugh and I couldn’t help but follow suit.
“Pussy too sore so he’s going to resort to shagging your arse?” I asked, trying to use a little British slang. I know what lot of brit slang means when I hear it, but I can almost never remember it when I’d like to use it in the moment—I hate that.
She shook her head, “No, my pussy is still practically perfect in every way,” she said in kind of a sing-song way, “I never get sore anymore,” she suddenly added almost without thinking. I don’t think she realized what a cuck-chop that was to my gut. Knowing that she’s had a ton of sex over the last week with Wade, and isn’t at all sore, means that she’s grown evermore accustomed to him. Fuck that almost did me in. She continued, “He’s been wanting it since we got back, so I’m getting everything ready,” she commented, and as she did so, she turned the camera so that I could see the nightstand next to the bed.
First thing that I noticed was my wife’s phone, charging on the stand (not needed this time because we were using Skype), next to it was a small tube of KY lubricant, and then next to that was the small alarm clock that she always uses at home. Of course, she’d taken it with her, she likes to see what time it is without reaching for the phone. Seeing that she was settling in at her boyfriend’s place gave me a deep stab of angsty pleasure. The next thing I noticed was the bed.
“Nice sheets,” I commented, noticing the black, silk sheets for the first time.
My wife’s smile returned, “They’re brilliant. It’s soooo sexy to slide around in bed. I’ve fallen in love with silk sheets babe.”
I shrugged, “We can by some for our bed,” I commented without much thinking.
Jaimee looked pensive for a long moment and then hesitantly shook her head, “No, I like our bed the way it is. Silk is just a nice change.”
Okay, I don’t honestly know if she was playing this up, or if what she said there was intentional or not, but she floored me when she said it. She was basically saying that she wanted the silk sheets to be her and Wade’s thing and not ours. She wanted that to be something that she enjoyed with him and not me. Ouch!
“You look like you’ve settled in nicely,” I said, trying not to let my voice betray my growing cuck-emotions.
She nodded and didn’t seem to be picking up on my mood, “Yeah, Wade has loads of closet space he doesn’t use. I do need to go back to the house tomorrow though. I need to get a few more of my things and get the mail.”
I had a strong vision of my wife’s clothes hanging in Wade’s closet, her personal effects in his bathroom. She’d referred our home as ‘the house’, while she’s referred to Wade’s house as ‘home’ several times.
“How’s work gone this week,” I asked, as much to change the subject as I was truly interested. I didn’t want to let my mind slip into the cuck abyss yet. I needed to reconnect for a few minutes first. She rolled her eyes and sighed, “that bad?” I asked.
Her shoulders raised and lowered in a slight shrug, “I’ve got another appointment with a doctor’s office in Everett Washington this week. It’s a smaller practice and isn’t what Noah ultimately wants me spending time on, but I’ve got to do something. I’m getting desperate.”
Side note: Noah is her boss and VP over business development. I believe that’s his title—he’s basically over sales. He’s a married guy, early 50s, has a few kids, including a daughter that’s my wife’s age. So far, Noah has been nothing but professional with my wife. She’s the only female there other than an office manager, who I’m told is a real bitch.
“Sorry babe, hang in there,” I said. Then asked, “What’d Noah think of your new haircut?”
Jaimee made this quick, half snort, half laugh sound, “I don’t even think he noticed—He was business as usual. I got loads of compliments from everyone else though.” “I had like a two-hour meeting with him yesterday,” she sighed again. “It was helpful, but I’m torn. He’s trying to help me find what I’m missing to close on sales. When senior sales reps are with me, we close the deals, but when it’s just me, I can’t seem to do it.”
“What’s Noah think?” I asked.
“It was an interesting conversation,” she began, “At one point he said that selling anything is a matter of finding an agreement and it’s not always about money. He explained that there are other forms of currency that are almost always a part of the deal.”
She instantly had my interest and my radar was pinging, “What, he wants you to sleep with potential buyers to close the deal?” I blurted out.
Jaimee shook her head, “I basically asked him the same question at one point. Noah admitted that that type of thing goes on, but that it’s a decision each person must make. When I asked for examples of what he meant by ‘other currency’ he said he uses his often uses his contacts list he’s developed over the years, helping people connect, or he has a personal timeshare condo that he’ll make part of the time, giving the buyer a week or more there, or he’ll take them sport fishing, expensive dinners, wine; basically, whatever it takes to close as long as there’s still a certain profit margin.” “He was very careful to say that he knows sex is used and can be very effective, but he was very clear that he was not suggesting it.”
“But he didn’t tell you that you shouldn’t,” I commented.
My wife looked thoughtful for a moment, then agreed, “No, I guess he didn’t. Why? You want me to fly all over the country fucking clients to close deals?”
I shook my head. The was she said it actually frustrated me a little. I truly wasn’t wanting to dive into cuckold fantasy, I was just stating what I thought was an obvious implication from her boss. I mean of course he wouldn’t want to be found as the person ‘suggesting’ that she fuck her clients, but if it helped close deals, I really doubt he’d care—as long as the company never came under any negative spotlight from it.
I told my wife as much and then added, “I just don’t want you to do something because you feel desperate,” I explained. “If this job doesn’t work out, something else will.”
She seemed to consider what I said, and we talked about a number of other things. It felt good to just talk. It felt really, really good. In the end, I couldn’t stop myself from circling back and asking, “So how is it living with Wade. Is it about what you thought it would be?”
“It’s different,” she simply said, then added, “he snores like a bear, so I have to try to get him to sleep on his side, but he’s almost impossible to wake up. But I think I’m getting used to it now. It hasn’t bothered me the last couple of nights. And he’s way too serious about what I eat—that does my head in. I’ve never eaten this heathy or this much in my life. Wade’s always, ‘no sugar, more protein, more fats, more greens, blah, blah, blah…”
“You look fantastic,” I commented.
She rolled her eyes at me, “It’s only been a week-and-a-half. There’s no difference yet.”
“You look amazing,” I told her with all the sincerity I could. She looked so young and innocent with her new haircut and wearing no makeup—gone was the edginess I’d noticed when she was in Vegas. She ran her hand self-consciously through her hair. She hated and loved me for saying it, and that made me happy.
“You going to leave the camera on and let me watch when Wade gets home?” I asked.
She had looked down at her hands after I’d given her a compliment, but looked up at my comment, “Is that what my cucky husband needs?” she teased.
“I wouldn’t mind,” I tried to say as if I didn’t give a fuck.
A teasing look crossed her features, “I know that’s true. I know that it turns my husband on to see my arse plundered by my lover’s enormous cock. To see his wife’s body being claimed by another man,” I had to adjust my pants she’d given me such a quick erection. “He’s already taken my pussy, Ky. Do you understand what that means?” she asked rhetorically—or at least I thought it was rhetorical. “He owns it now. He gave me so much pleasure and so many orgasms, that I willingly gave it to him. It’s his now to do with as he pleases,” she paused until she knew she had my complete attention, “Do you understand this?” she repeated again.
I quickly nodded and adjusted my pants again.
She shook her head, “I’m not sure that you do, Ky. …because you sent me away to live with my boyfriend, my pussy is his now—he makes the rules. If he wants to tattoo his name on it, then you’re going to see his name on my pussy each time you go down on me—which is something you’re going to be doing a lot.” My stomach flipped 180 degrees and my chest almost hurt from my heart beating so hard. “If he demands that only his cock is allowed in my pussy, then I’ll have to find other ways to take care of my little pocket rocket.” “And then if you ever do fuck me again, I doubt I’ll ever be able to feel you again,” she opened her legs, spread them apart and pushed the front of her panties down, exposing the top of her sex’s slit, “Take a good look at my small, perfect pussy. The little one you’ve known might not look the same the next time you see it. After being fucked so many times by my boyfriend’s cock, it might be all loose and stretched out. I won’t even feel you messing about down there. It’ll probably look like a prostitute’s cunt after years of working the streets.”
She’s never talked to me like that before, and even though I was fairly certain she was just playing the game, it still had its desired effect. With her open hand, she rubbed herself up and then down. Oh she had no idea what she was doing to me—or maybe she did and her cuckoldress abilities are just growing, haha. X-men comics could use her as a new mutant and her superpowers would be those of a powerful cuckoldress.
“Is this what you really want? You like that Wade own’s my cunt now—that it’s not going to be small and pretty anymore—that it’s going to be a wide, gaping cunt?” She asked again, this time with a little more edge in her voice.
I looked up. Even though I was certain she was playing the game, she was doing a good job of pushing the buttons—fuck, she was killing me. It took all my will power to keep my voice even and not act too excited. Trying to act like I had everything under control, I simply said, “Damn woman!” I laughed, but she only smiled innocently back, I continued, “nice play though, even if I know that you’d never actually do it. The truth is that yes, it excites me. But I know as much as you love Wade’s cock, you’re not going to be tattooing anything on your pretty little pussy.”
Her brow rose, “Really?” she asked, “You want to test me, you’re sure that’s a good idea?” I shrugged nonchalantly, and when I didn’t answer she shook her head and said, “we’ll see about that.”
She then stood up, walked to her laptop, and then moved it so that I had a complete view of the bed. Once she was satisfied, she looked once more at the camera and said, “I muted you on this end so you won’t distract me because I’m going to show you how much I love my boyfriend and how happy I’m going to make him tonight,” she moved away and sat on the bed, “After tonight you’ll know what I’ll actually do for my lover. You’ll know how much he owns my body, and then you’ll wonder whether we’re really playing a game anymore. You’ll wonder if you’ve lost your wife’s pussy forever.”
That bloody minx! I swear she’s playing like three-dimensional chess against someone that only knows how to play checkers. I suddenly felt like I was out of my league. Of course, I tested to see if I was truly muted. Jaimee heard none of my yelling or whistling and she was now completely ignoring the camera. She exited my view screen and was gone for almost 20 minutes before she finally returned. My wife pulled the white comforter and the top sheet down and climbed into bed. I watched as she picked her phone off the nightstand. Soon she had one hand down her panties and was typing (I’m guessing texting) with the other hand. I stared as she started moving her hand under her pussy, gently rubbing and massaging.
After another 10 or 15 minutes, she pushed her panties to her ankles and then kicked them out of view. I quickly decided that wasn’t a bad idea and dropped my own pants, freeing my very average size wang. I felt like I was going to cum already. I heard the heavy thud of a door close in the background, and moments later Wade was standing in the bedroom doorway. He was wearing a pair of loose shorts and a very sweaty tee shirt with a CrossFit logo on the front. My pulse quickened at the thought of being able to watch events fold out live again. I loved the recordings I’d received, but I was pumped to see it live again.
Wade kicked off his sneakers, or ‘trainers’ as my wife calls them, and said to my wife, “You. Little shit. Are a fucking tease!” he then leapt onto the bed and on top of my wife. She squealed and tried to turn away, but he pinned her down and kissed her while she still struggled to roll away.
She pulled away far enough to break the kiss, “God Wade, you bloody stink.”
Wade lifted an arm and smelled himself, “Smells like money to me, Jills,” he said as he laughed. Jaimee pushed against him for all she was worth, but he didn’t budge, “sending me dirty pictures, texting me the most outrages shit. You made it very difficult for me to concentrate today, so now it’s paybacks my little cock toy.”
“I’m not your cock toy,” she spit back, “I’m just a married woman that’s gracious enough to give you a mercy fuck once in a while.”
Haha, that’s my girl, don’t get into a verbal sparing match with her, you’ll lose every time.
Then things got a little interesting.
I heard Wade say, “Mercy fuck?” “You are going to pay for that one.” Still on top of her, he kept her pinned down while he opened up the nightstand drawer and pulled out several long, red straps. Jaimee knew exactly what Wade was thinking and started to fight to get out from under her boyfriend, but she stood no chance. Wade is literally twice her size. But I have to hand it to her, she fought like a possessed demon and forced Wade to have to make a serious effort to loop one strap around her wrist. He then tied off the other end to the corner bed post. She nearly got away as he was trying to reach the post that held up the bed, but he managed to hang on. Soon he had her other wrist tied down so that she both her arms were secured and tied off, her stomach still facing down. Wade then had to reposition himself and she did manage to free her legs and kick and flail furiously.
It was dangerous, but Wade found a way to trap her legs, and then had them safely secured to the other posts. Fuck she looked amazing, tied up, facing down with her ass in the air. Wade was breathing hard from the effort.
“You fucking bell-end, let me go!” my wife yelled very loudly.
“Bell-end?” Wade asked, still trying to catch his breath, “What does that even mean—oh wait—I think know,” he said, and then stepped up to the nightstand on the other side of the bed. From this drawer he pulled out a very familiar ball-gag, and the stainless-steel collar he’s put on my wife in the past. Now things were getting very interesting. “I think I’ve heard enough words coming out of your filthy mouth for the day. I just want to hear groans.”
Despite her now more feeble efforts, Wade had the ball gag in place and then fastened and locked the collar around her neck. I couldn’t believe my luck. This is what dreams are made of! My wife was trying to scream through the ball gag, but that just made it all the hotter. Wade pulled yet another something from the drawer. It looked like a small dildo, but I’d soon figure out it was a small vibrator.
He set it down on the side of the bed and then stood there for several long minutes. I thought he was just admiring his handy work until he left the room for several minutes. When he returned he had a roll of red duct tape in his hand. He pulled off several six-inch pieces and then sat next to Jaimee on the bed. At this point, my wife was more subdued and didn’t put up much of a fight as he pushed her shirt up over her small tits and placed the vibrator over her sex and then secured it the best he could with two strips of tape. Finally, he shoved a pillow under her hips which both helped hold the vibrator in place and pushed her ass higher into the air. I saw him fidget under her for a second, and even though I couldn’t hear the vibrator come to life, I knew it had when I heard the high-pitched yelp escape from my wife.
I can never describe in enough detail to do the scene justice. It was the MOST EROTIC thing I’ve ever seen. Even the color of the straps added to the eroticism of the whole thing. Jaimee began to squirm and it looked like she was trying to displace the vibrator.
“We’re going to let that work while I get cleaned up—let that thing thaw out your bitchy ass,” he said and then stripped off his clothes and dropped them to the floor.
My wife was bucking and shifting and trying to move her waist as much as she could. Wade disappeared and I soon heard a shower turn on. I then got a private showing of my wife trying to get away from the vibrator between her legs. I have never been so ecstatically happy, ever. Not more than an hour ago she was touting about what she was going to do with her lover, and now her ass was tied up and she was totally helpless. Oh, there is a god, haha.
The raven-haired girl with the sexy short haircut did manage to get the pillow out from under her, but the vibrator seemed to be holding fast. She went limp for a few minutes, but then I saw her ass start to wriggle around. Next, she was pulling against her restraints, which had the affect of showing off her taunt muscle. Frustrated moans became longer and more frequent. I wish I could have stopped time. I could have watched her there for hours—even days.
The water eventually shut off, and then Wade reentered, toweling himself dry. He dropped the towel and as much as I hate to admit it, and even more so write about it, the man is fit. Narrow waist, broad shoulders, tanned, not a hair below the neck, etc. Yeah, he’s a fucking specimen. Wade noticed the pillow and, shaking his head, he again pushed it under her hips, eliciting a very frustrated, deep growl.
“If I take this off, are you going to scream?” Wade asked, moving to sit closer to her side. He ran his finger gently down her back. After a long few seconds, my wife shook her head and he pulled the gag down so that it hung around her neck.
As soon as the gag was out, it started. “Sodding bastard. You are so going to regret this, Wade,” she hissed. “I’m going to put your balls in a vice—smack!” my wife yelped. And yelped loudly. Using the palm of his hand, Wade spanked her left butt cheek—hard. She then let out a ferocious sounding snarl and lit into another tirade, “Bullocks that smarts! Don’t you dare—smack!” landed another on the same cheek, and then two more on the other. My wife redoubled her efforts to put some distance between her and her boyfriend, she swore like a salty sailor and threw out every threat she could think of, but all Wade did was relax himself next to her and enjoy the show. Eventually, she got to be a little too loud.
Shaking his head, Wade tried a couple of times to shush her, but that only aggravated her more. Finally, he pushed himself to his knees and, despite her thrashing, put the ball-gag back into place. I was so hoping he would do that. I can’t believe how incredibly sexy she looks with that gag in her mouth. I have to admit that part of me was worried that he could push things too far. My wife was in a very vulnerable position and this could go wrong very quickly. I knew that I could call the cops if I had to, but I also knew I could trust Wade—okay, as much as I could trust any man with a woman tied up and at his mercy.
“Damn you’re fucking loud,” he mumbled after putting the gag back in place. Wade got off the bed and left again for about a minute. When he returned this time, he had a long handled wooden spoon in his hand. I couldn’t see my wife’s eyes, but I was sure they were probably as wide as saucers. Laying down next to her he smiled, teasing her with the spoon. Her ass cheeks were already a nice red color just from the smacks with the hand.
“You are a spunky little shit sometimes, you know that, right?” “Thwack!” A high pitched but muffled squeal form my wife. Wade rubbed the spot where the spoon had smacked her with his hand. Chuckling, he said, “I bet that one stung?” He whispered something else in her ear which I couldn’t hear and then he reached down and rubbed her pussy. Lifting his hand, he wiped his fingers over her cheek. “But you need this don’t you.”
I was completely transfixed. This week had passed by fairly quickly, and I was so busy on the project that I didn’t think about sex much at all, and then to be seeing the show before me, I wasn’t sure I could take anymore. Wade taunted and teased her, caressing her lightly and then landing the occasional swat with the spoon. Over about a 20-minute period, her ass when from a light red, to an almost crimson red. Wade finally dropped the spoon and, getting to his knees, positioned himself behind her and between her legs. From my angle, I unfortunately saw more of Wade’s ass than my wife’s pussy. I could see her slender, but slightly more muscular legs pulled around Wade’s hips as the straps held her securely in place. Wade’s hips moved forward, but only slightly, and then he pulled back. This went on for at least ten or fifteen strokes before he pushed his hips all the way forward, driving himself deeply into my wife. Then after one deep stroke, he returned to a dozen or so shallow strokes.
This pattern continued for a very, very long time, and I could tell that it was having the desired effect. The fight was visibly seeping out of my wife. She was no longer trying to get away from her lover but was more trying to increase the tempo and ferocity. She wanted it! Then slowly something interesting began. Her movements diminished all together, but her body remained ridged. Her hands were clutching the silk bedsheets, and her feet were now pointed straight out, her toes flexed so hard it looked painful.
Finally, the dam broke and my wife’s legs started to tremble and shake. Her grip on the sheets only became tighter, as did the straps as the tension increased from her pulling on them. I could tell that she was being wracked by a massive orgasm.
Wade held still for nearly a couple of minutes, and I heard him say, “Hot Damn! It feels like you’re trying to squeeze my cock off.” As the orgasm subsided, my wife’s body slackened and collapsed a couple of inches until she looked like she was listlessly resting on the bed. Wade started the pattern again, only this time his strokes were slightly deeper, but still not rushed. Wade paused several times to reposition the pillows, moving her ass and hips into slightly different positions, until at one point he said, “I think I got it.” At least that’s what I think he said, it was a little garbled.
It didn’t take long and my wife was soon pulling on the straps again. Her moaning against the ball gag intensifying. Only minutes later her legs started to shake and she kicked furiously at the bed. Wade laughed triumphantly, like he’d just won an Olympic medal or something. He was certainly happy that he’d brought her to another orgasm so quickly. He held still again until my wife had calmed, her breathing was heavy and fast. I noticed that this time, though, he held her hips tightly in his wide hands, almost like he was trying not to lose his grip and position. She had barely stopped shaking when Wade began to fuck her again. I bet it was less than 30 seconds and he’d coaxed another orgasm from her, this one just as intense as the first one.
Wade was ridiculously pleased with himself and was laughing and whooping. I finally figured out that he’d managed to find my wife’s perfect pleasure spot, and he was giving her one orgasm after another. I’ve always known my wife was capable of multiple orgasms, but here I was watching orgasms go off in rapid fire succession like I’d never in my marriage witnessed before. Another, and another, and yet another. I lost count, but it had to have been at least a dozen before Jaimee’s moans changed from sounds of ecstasy to sounds of struggle.
Her boyfriend picked up on it too because he asked, “Have you had enough? Do you want me to stop?” He reached forward and pulled the gag from her mouth. She instantly began to swear again, but the words didn’t have the power or the venom that they’d less than an hour ago.
Jaimee didn’t tell him to stop despite calling him every other name in the dictionary of swear words, so Wade picked up where he’d left off, hitting her perfect spots and getting the same reaction.
This time my wife whined, “I can’t take anymore—it’s too much!”
I saw Wade shake his head, “That’s not how you make it stop,” he teased, and yet again began the shallow, slow thrusts. Like clockwork, she came again. Her breathing was frantic and she wasn’t so much gripping the sheets now as trying to claw her way through them. Wade slapped her ass while she was in the throws of an orgasm, and then fucked her with near brutality for several minutes. Jaimee was near hysterical screaming and I couldn’t understand an intelligible word from her.
At last Wade pulled out and moved away, leaving me AT LAST with a good view of her pussy. It was bright red, and even from my view, I could see that it was gaping and puffy. I’ve never seen her gape like that before. It only lasted a few seconds, though, and then it was gone. Still, an excellent memory now. Wade unfastened the straps, removed the gag from around her neck, but left her collar in place. He then sat himself at the headboard and leaned his back against it. My wife was like a ragdoll on the bed, breathing heavily but not moving any other part of her body. Gently, and with surprising tenderness, Wade reached under her arms and pulled her into his lap. He embraced her upper body and pulled her ever closer into his chest. He wiped the sweat from her brown and kissed it several times with what now seemed like practiced intimacy. Reaching to the nightstand, he picked up a small bottle of lotion, applied it liberally to her reddened ass, and carefully and softly rubbed it into the skin.
No words were spoken. No words were needed to crush my heart as I watched my wife and her every growing relationship with her boyfriend. I have never come anywhere close to giving her that kind of pleasure. This may be a game. But in that moment, the feelings and touches between them were real. I couldn’t tell if I was in heaven, or if I was in hell.
The display of affection eventually became too much and I had to turn off the computer. It took me a few minutes to calm down and regain control, but I eventually got through it and was able to get to sleep that night.
This job has become a 7-day a week job, so I’ll do the best I can to update.