Progression

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Rover68uk
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Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Thu Oct 04, 2018 12:41 am

Progression!

Well, what an absolutely amazing day! My hotel room is warm, cosy and has all I could want whilst away on business. TV, and a power point for my laptop so I can put down the events of today and how they have got to this stage over the last year or so.

As I sit here typing I think about today and glance across at the beautifully wrapped box sitting on the rooms desk unit. Pretty pink glossy paper topped with a nice pink bow. Very classy! I am as hard as I can be....and that isn't all that much due to the cb6000s that was fitted to me today by the truely wonderful Goddess Ophelia.
I first encountered her after searching online for a mistress to serve whilst I was away from my wife on business. Her web page had some amazing pictures that showed a tall beautifully curvaceous lady clad in tight leather. Perched on some towering heels and smiling into the camera. Her dark eyes captured me and sent a shiver down my spine. She claimed in her blurb that she was skilled and adept at taking subs on exquisite journeys. I decided I had to see if her claims to being able to develop the sub side of any novice were true.
It was funny that although I was away from home, I found that Ophelia was actually located relatively close to home. I had developed a desire to be dommed and my desires were faster in developing than those of my wife, and so I came to visit this intoxicating lady.

From my time surfing and reading various femdom mags I knew my sub leanings needed to be dealt with and that I needed to explore my wish to be dommed , ideally by my wife, Cara, or failing that another woman. So the first time I was allowed to visit Ophelia, I took the opportunity whilst Cara was spending a day at the gym and Spa with some girlfriends. I knew I would have a few hours in which to discover my new sexual perversions. Ophelia sat me down and with a soothing voice, asked me what I was into, and what level of experience I had. I tried to think of as much as I could but, not having had any experience was probably not much help, and needed her calm authority and experience to guide me, and guide me she certainly has.

From my first visit where I listened to her calming words and then once naked, vulnerable and restrained found her demeanour changed, to the woman of my dreams, to my current situation, where I know she can lead me wherever she wants. That first visit seems so tame, with me being strapped down, having my anal cherry taken for the first time and feeling her bully me to cumming whilst being fucked. What an intense cum that was, and I was hooked from there.

Our sessions continued whenever Cara was at the gym or off on some shopping trip. Ophelia was able to find out more about me and Cara, what our sex life was like, my shortcomings, (besides the obvious 4 inch one!) what I thought of my wife, women, other men and various sexual ideas. Throughout this time, I submitted willingly and, as I look back realise I was being taken on a journey.

As I say, Ophelia had this way of getting me to spill all, to relate my sexual feelings, my hang up and fantasies, she then played with them and had settled on a path which she thought I would find humiliating but highly sexually charged. She had played on my small dick and had told me that I should accept my sub role and accept that their were real men in this world who were meant to fuck and those who were meant to serve them. So over the course of some sessions I was introduced to the idea of being a cuckolded husband.........and I loved it. She was wonderful. Each time she got deeper into my mind, got more out of me, and had me build my own cuckold world. She had had me keep in mail contact with her, and I had enjoyed the chat and the freedom to converse without any pressure from being face to face. This had lead to some of my thoughts being used on my next visits which was amazing.

I received constant affirmation of my lack of size and the fact that my dick should never really disappoint a woman again, I was reminded how disappointed Cara must have felt when she first realised that she had married someone who would never be able to make her truely a woman. Each of these idea I simply accepted and showed her I accepted by getting harder than ever.

I asked her to humiliate me and she did. She was truely wonderful . telling me that whenever I was here learning to be a good cuckold, she was probably out enjoying a real mans cock. I was dressed in panties and a basque, shown how sweet I looked and informed that it was highly likely that Cara's boyfriend would probably want me that way to reinpower our positions. Again my little dick gave the game away.

Of course Ophelia couldnt have that and so gave me the "pleasure" of a little electric shock treatment whilst having me fucked with a dildo.....and still I adored what she was doing. Next came my introduction to sucking a real cock as she brought me back to the fantasies I had had. On being dressed as a sissy and having to tell her how grateful I was for her training, I was lead into her front parlour and introduced to Leon, who Ophelia informed me was a prime specimen of black manhood who was expert in training cuckolds wives, and that she planned for him to be the first one to make my dreams come true.

How I shook, worried and yet was hard in my lace panties. I had asked at the start for Ophelia to push my limits and this she did as she lead me by the leash in front of Leon and had me ask him ever so nicely to show me what a real man can do to a woman and to make me the cuckold of my dreams.

He laughed and then, smiling at me told me that it would indeed be his pleasure and that he would take me up on my kind offer. He told me then, more powerfully that to show how much I wanted this that I should take his cock out and see what would be taking my place in Cara's pussy. A quick tug on my leash caused me to reach up and comply.

Ophelias gentle words of encouragement drifted through my head as I did so, until before me was the biggest darkest cock I had seen in real life. It had to be at least 7 inches and wasn't even fully erect. Another tug of the leash and a little laugh before Ophelia told me to do as I had imagined in my emails...."go on make it hard for Leon, after all you have to show him how much you want this".

So I began to gently rub Leon's cock. It just seemed to grow and grow and grow, with encouragement from my Goddess, I was pushed forward until it was right in front of my face. I knew what was coming next, but, was again toyed with as Leon rolled a rubber down his hardened cock, again then Ophelia pushed the limits and quickly unlocked and unzipped my hood. I had asked initially to be hooded to hide my shame, but again I was pushed down my path by a truely perceptive and sexy woman. Led to my fate. Laughing as the look on my face was seen by both. Leon took hold of his cock and my head and pushed it past my lips. The dominant pair must have marvelled at how wide my eyes had gone with the sheer shock and shame.

" Better make a good job of that so that it is nice and hard for Cara. Then click, click, click, went the digi cam I had brought. I had imagined it would be fine whilst I had my hood on, but here I was in all my cuck glory, pantied and sucking on a hung black Bulls cock, a far cry from my initial ideas of simply being dommed by a sexy lady. AS I performed egged on and assisted by a firm hand gripping the back of my head, I could only wonder what on earth I was doing. Mad, I must be fucking mad to be doing this, yet my dick was hard as a rock as the thought of seeing my sweet Cara doing exactly what I was doing played across my mind.

"Just imagine Cara finding these eh!", Ophelia and Leon laughed as I was moved around and had my gag reflex tested, not at all what I had imagined, and yet strangely Ophelia was right.

I was in that wonderful sub cuckold zone, and getting off on Ophelia's inventiveness. All these thoughts ran through my head only to be halted suddenly when I realised that Leon had tensed more and speeded up, I knew what was cumming and tried to move my head back, amazingly I was allowed to do this only to see Leon quickly whip off the rubber in front of my face and push it back into my mouth.

Again click flash, click flash, as Leon groaned grabbed my head to hold it still and told me, "this is for Cara in future", before cumming strong and hard and sliding back in his chair. Not being experienced some came out of my mouth and a caught a last blast on my cheek which caused Ophelia to applaud and do yet another click. Hard as a rock yet shamed I knelt there, with a Black Bull who I really did want to see training Cara, and a beautiful black goddess who was leading me there. A quick movement and Ophelia was using a finger to collect that last blast on my cheek and telling me to open wide like a good little cuckold. Dutifully on sub auto pilot I of course obliged, and then as instructed thanked Leon for his efforts and was told to express my desire to see him cuckold me for real. He laughed and assured me that Ophelia was very very good at her job and would help me on my way.

Humiliated and elated I was pulled away by the leash and returned to the rear deep red playroom.
Returning briefly to friendly genial mode Ophelia asked how I had liked her really pushing me. I had to confess that I had loved and hated every minute of it in equal amounts, but my dick had shown that I loved it and wanted more. Laughing she said, "well more you shall have my little cuck".

By then I had realised that this playfulness in Ophelia was dangerous and that I really should be careful what I wished for. Sure anyone into this can appreciate that one!

So surprised Ophelia instructed me to remove the leash and cuffs. Remove the basque, which required a little help, and then to get my jeans shirt and trainers on. Now she really was playing with my mind, as I had gone for a long session and still thought I had some time to enjoy(!) especially as I still had the panties and pull ups on. Ophelia disappeared and the returned in a knee length mac and informed me we were going shopping. OH MY GOD! All well and good in the house and privacy I thought, but she really was enjoying teasing me. Knowing exactly what I was thinking she told me we were off out to the shop down the road to buy some nice lingerie for Cara. Winking at me she grabbed my still hard dick and told me that she would have to look so sweet for Leon, and then pushed me towards the door.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Thu Oct 04, 2018 12:42 am

PROGRESSION -THE UNLOCKING

Damn those two days had been torment. I had often fantasized about being in chastity and kept in a constant horny state, but the reality was amazing, intense and damn hard work. Business had been good but there was that constant knowledge and feeling of being secured and therefore that constant sub feeling of knowing that I had gifted my chastity to Ophelia willingly. All together and powerfully enpowerd knowing that there was nothing I could do about it until I returned to see Ophelia.

So a very chaste and horny sub pitched up at Ophelia’s door after two days being locked. I walked up the path thinking to myself that it must drive a cuck hub mad to be locked by a wife and have no knowledge of when he would be released. I smiled and got excited about the fact that I would soon be free. A knock and a short wait and the door opened to reveal my educator standing, smiling, giving of an aura of sexiness, confidence and power.

“Ahhh, there you my little chaste boy, I hope you have been a good boy and not been tugging at your bonds?” “You must be so so horny and looking forward to getting that little cage off….follow me then”.
I followed dutifully staring at the perfectly formed ass, encased in tight fitting leather, the skirt ending and showing the narrow black seem of her stockings and going further to the gleaming heels. “You know where to go and what to do boy”, I was shown into the red room and left to disrobe whilst Mistress attended to other matters. It did not take me long to lose my clothes, as I realised, the sooner I was kneeling and attending to my Goddess, the sooner I would be released, and most importantly the sooner I would get to relieve two days worth of pent up frustration.

I heard the clip clop of the heels on the wooden floor and bowed my head as trained for her entry. Kneeling naked save for my chastity belt and waiting, craving the sound of her voice and touch of her hand. Ophelia entered and approached, moving in front of me and seating herself on her throne. The sound of her making herself comfy and of papers being placed on her throne side tale could be heard.

Settled I then felt her manicured finger pushing my chin upwards, allowing me to gaze upon my goddess and teacher. I could see that familiar smile come to her face as she saw my cheeks redden. “So how has it felt being locked and denied?”, “Did you try and play with your little dicky reliving our last session?”. With a croak due to my excitement I could only answer “Yes Goddess”.

A chuckle issued from her as she soothed my face with her palm. “Good, good my little cucky, I am so glad to hear that you were fantasizing about our session. Did I make it as realistic as you had wanted and hoped for?” “Did I take you to your limits?” “I hope through our time together I have managed to work out exactly what gets you going and what you really want…Is that true my little one?”

Still excited and horny beyond belief hard in my chastity, “Yes Goddess, I must confess that I loved every minute of it, you have certainly pushed so many buttons that I never realised I had to be pushed. You have played on and developed my sub side and had me do things I would never have imagined a short time ago”.

“Well my little one, it is most gratifying to know that you think so highly of my training, and that you have enjoyed it even considering some of the torments and offenses I have put you through, but tell me did you thrill at our most recent session? Did you marvel at how some men like Leon are possessed of such wonderful cocks, cocks that can really take a woman to another level, to make her forget her marriage vows and become a real slut?

My little locked dick gave the game away and twitched between my legs. Ophelia noted this reaction and smiled seductively. “Ahh isn’t that cute, your little toy tells me you loved every minute of it. I am so so glad that it approves. In fact I have something here that I think will also meet with your approval, and hopefully the approval of your little toy between your legs”.

At that Ophelia turned her face and reached over to the pile of papers that she had brought into the room with her. Picking them up I could see that they were magazine like. She also picked up a small brass key that I recognised to be the key to my chastity. This sight automatically produced a surge of red which became quite uncomfortable in my small primister.

A patent leather point nudged at my cage and was matched with a small chuckle. “Well my little trainee cuck I think it is about time we released that poor little tormented worm from its confines so that you can masturbate for my amusement. Oh but before I do that I have to show you this brochure that Leon brought me round last night. He suggested that you would love to see it and that you would think it as wonderful as he does”. Ophelia looked into my eyes and then turned it so that I could see the present that Leon had brought me.

As she did, I could only vaguely hear the words. The focus was on a brochure for my wife’s gym, the haze that accompanied this made it difficult to take on board the fact Ophelia was telling me that Leon had decided to join my wife’s gym, and that he looked forward to making Cara’s acquaintance. Despite the haze, my dick swelled at the realisation that my fantasy and real worlds were about to converge. The fear and excitement and pent up desire resulted in an involuntary ejaculation, still confined and drawing a peal of laughter from my Goddess.
“Well now my little wannabe, we do seem to have made some progress…don’t we?”

With that Ophelia reached down and inserted the small key into the lock and I heard the click even above the sound of my deep breathing. This woman had taken on board all that I had told her over the times I had seen her. She had listened and worked on how best to push my buttons, she had played her role to the max. Even having been teased and denied, locked away, humiliated and educated into the psych of being a true sub, I was in sub heaven, on a high yet relaxed and happy in a post orgasmic haze.

The lock removed from my now tender member, It was released from its plastic primister and I could feel Ophelia applying some baby wipes to clear up the mess made around my locked dick. It was funny that I could hear the distant sound of cars from the street outside, the ticking of the clock in the hall and the soft sound of Ophelia softly humming to herself as she worked.

Tossing the wipes in the bin, she ran her hand down my cheek. “Relax for a minute and I shall bring you a soft take”. “I appreciate that I have pushed your limits over our last 2 sessions and think that a little chat to discuss what we both got out of them is called for”. With that she rose and clip clopped out of the room. Leaving me to my own mixed emotions, I attended to myself again with some more wipes and began to think about dressing in my everyday clothing.

By the time Ophelia returned, I had cleaned as best as I could with the wipes at hand. The passing time had also brought about the post orgasm blues, angst, shame, whatever you want to call it. Still naked I was sitting on the bare floor of a professional dominatrix, having revealed my true sub self to her and bringing my fantasy and real life together. I had been shamed, and shown as a cuckold to another woman, had been involved in erotic role play buying lingerie for my wife and her lover. I did smile at this thought, as I realised I would get to see Cara in the exquisite lingerie and enjoy her own mild married playfulness. So the play hadn’t been all bad had it?

I mused as I heard Ophelia returning, that she had been wonderful and had shown a true mastery of the art of playing with a subs mind. The gym brochure was a real master stroke, and one which would give me thrills every time Cara breezily told me she was off to the gym.

The door opening and Ophelia entering with two steaming mugs of tea brought me back to reality. My lowly nakedness on the floor seemed odd at this point, something which Ophelia appreciated as she told me to sit on the padded couch as she handed me the tea. “Careful now, you don’t want to do yourself a mischief with that hot tea now”, this brought a chuckle from both of us.

Settling back in her throne and crossing her legs, a bright welcoming smile on her face, Ophelia sipped her tea and examined me. I wondered at that time what she thought of me, of her clients, and whether she actually did enjoy her job. Whether she viewed us as wierdos, or whether she appreciated the kinks in so many peoples make ups and loved the variety of the human species.

Out of Mistress mode now Ophelia still exuded an aire of confidence and beauty, I suppose the throne and dark figure hugging leather lent that to her. “So Rob, all joking aside, have you enjoyed our sessions of late”? “Do you consider that I have pushed you too hard, or do you think I could still mess with your head further?”

Not wanting to drop myself in any deeper than I already had, realising that Ophelia had an incredible memory, and knew how to take ideas and make them into amazing roleplay, I thought as I sipped my tea.

“I honestly don’t think I could have asked for any more had I tried to script the sessions myself”, I told her. “The play has been amazing, the interaction with Leon scared and humiliated me, yet thrilled at the same time”, a smile played over Ophelias lips with this admission.

“The trip to the lingerie store, is something that I would never have contemplated, yet was intense. “As we walked down the street I was sure that others knew what we were doing and what my kinks are”, “Fiona was incredible and I have to say, the idea of using me buying lingerie for Cara as part of the play was inspired, I can’t wait to see Cara in the sets, and know she will look truly beautiful”.

With that Ophelia sat forward ever so slightly with a semi serious look on her face. “I can appreciate that Rob, after all the mind is the biggest erogenous zone in the body, unless of course you are dealing with Leon, and then something else is bigger!” This brought a laugh from us both and made the scene more comical. “Being more serious and practical though Rob, from our sessions I have been able to think more about you and see what you get out of this and think that you are a strong permister despite all this play”. “It seems to me that you do deeply love Cara, but are concerned that she would think less of you for what floats your boat ?” This pause was accompanied by us both taking time to digest the conversation as well as take a take of the tea.

I must have looked puzzled, as Ophelia continued with the analysis, “From our play over the last few months you have really opened up (smiling) both physically and metaphorically”, I shifted on the bench recalling the rather large toy that Ophelia had used on me on a couple of occasions. “I am sure that you have gone through with things that you would never have considered this time last year, yet those ideas and the willingness, was there, it was waiting to be tapped into. I have merely been able to listen to you and take your ideas and give them form”
…”But Rob, I have seen the intensity of your orgasms, and how hard your dick gets when you visit me and play with the idea of being Cara’s devoted cuckold hub, and I am telling you that unless you let her in on your inner most thoughts, it is you that will be left unfulfilled”, A wicked grin then came on her face as she brought the tea cup up to her scarlet lips. “Pretty much as Cara is left unfulfilled by your dick”. I caught a gleam in her eye, a smile as the china met her lips.

“Rob, I am sure you realise that I have seen many married guys like you who are scared to tell their wives their darkest fantasies for fear of them freaking out, thinking less of them or at worst, demanding a divorce. But in your case, you have been married long enough to be fairly sure, I am sure, that Cara would never leave you. She may be a little surprised at some of your ideas, but unless you tell her at least some of them, you will never have the joy of playing them through with the woman you love”

Thinking about this I had to admit that I couldn’t argue, I did worry and feel guilty for keeping my more sub ideas secret, but had also read enough porn and forums to realise that I really should trust in Cara to take it for what it was, fantasy, amusement and an addition to our love life.

Lost in my thoughts, sipping my tea, I became aware of Ophelia getting up and starting to tidy round the room. She noticed I had returned from my thoughts, and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Rob, trust her, she is a woman, she is your wife and you have a life together. Tell her what is on your mind, use some of your ideas and imagine the fun the 2 of you can have playing with them ….together”, “Now get your pale white ass off my couch, get dressed and get yourself home to your wife”.

“Oh yes, and I would suggest that unless you want Cara to question what you have been up to whilst away, save the special lingerie for a special occasion”, “It’s a bit like a woman getting flowers out of the blue, many will wonder what you are feeling guilty for”!! With that she ruffled my hair and proceeded to nonchalantly straighten up her array of dildos on the shelf as is it were no different from cans in a supermarket.

Well that was my cue to get myself ready for the real world. Finishing up my tea and putting on my everyday attire I considered the analysis and resolved to grasp the nettle, to at least open up a little and try and use a few ideas that may light a fire under our marital love life. Yes it was scary to think that once started I may not be in control, but I realised that I was, at least in part, into this idea as I wanted to see Cara happy and totally satisfied with her sex life.

Dressed and with the decision made, I followed Ophelia to the door. In a post orgasmic calm and with a clarity of thought to trust in Cara and accept that Ophelia had indeed allowed me to be more open. As the door opened Ophelia opened her arms for the usual parting hug. As usual it was only a second but in that second as I backed out of the door and left the embrace, she returned to the tease that I had looked for in the first place. With a parting hushed tones, “just imagine it is Leons cock sliding into Cara as you make love tonight”. The smile on her lips and a jaunty wave goodbye and I was left standing facing a nice gloss black front door.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Thu Oct 04, 2018 12:44 am

PROGRESSION - ADMITTING TO CARA

Well it had to be done, I had to trust in the woman I married still being there, the passionate woman who had amazed me by giving me a blow job in the back of a cab late one night. The woman, who had, feeling horny on a late night train, in an open carriage, opened my flies, got me hard, pulled her panties aside and slid down onto my dick. A few years of marriage, work, and daily routine had diminished our sexual fire, perhaps familiarity had led to a feeling that we couldn’t explore and try new things for fear of making the other think differently of each other.

Arriving home from my business Cara was relaxing with a G&T, in the conservatory. After some brief cheery greetings I joined her. She sun shone and made the room warm, which suited Cara’s dress. For some reamister, after my recent play, I sat there and sipped on my take and looked at my wife in a new light. She was still the same woman, but I saw a new sexual side to her. It was there, but I had forgotten about it, and I had to get us back to how we once were.

At 39 she was still young looking, despite being a nurse and all the stresses and strains that brought on, she had kept a shining complexion, pale soft skin and features, 5’8” and a shapely size 10-12. I was always telling her that she was wonderfully shaped but as with most women, she was never satisfied, hence the regular visits to the gym.

In between chit chat about the day, her work and the gym, I sort of let it wash over me as I thought about how I was going to bring some kinky ideas into play. In between sips of take I was still studying her, noticing again the softly curled strawberry blonde locks that fell just above her breasts. God I loved those breasts, 36D and all natural, still firm. The story of her day was almost lost on me thinking how they would look being cupped by Leon’s dark hands

Ophelia had been wonderful she had brought out my ideas, amplified them and boosted my desire for my wife. The ideas of making it real had been wonderful but in our own home, in the safety of our marriage it made me happy that Ophelia was just a master/mistress of playing out fantasies rather than trying to change people’s lives for real.

That said, as I looked at her I was certain that some of the ideas developed by Ophelia would be mentioned tonight.

The evening was coming to an end as we finished watching the news. However, it was the final item which opened the door and allowed me to start the ball rolling on some play. A feature about the widespread use of steroids in body building and weightlifting was the key. Although not that interesting in itself, it caused me to make a comment about many of the men who were featured. The comment being somewhat supported by the feature. Despite causing mood swings there was also the result that many men suffered from side effects that affected their size and performance. This caused me to mention this to Cara. I simply suggested that there were probably a few guys at her gym that took them and that she would probably be able to determine the ones from the lack of packing in their gym shorts. Cara responding quickly after a pleasant day and an evening assisted by a couple of G&T's simply replied, "That may be true of some who do weights, but I can assure you that not all of them do, and not all of them are lacking in the size department!".

Seizing my chance I playfully reached across and planted a playful smack on her backside as she was rising getting ready to head upstairs to bed, "Oh really? And what would my naughty little lady know about that? Have you been a bad girl at the gym and been assessing the cock size of some of your fellow gym members?", "I think such a naught girl needs to be shown that a good wife should be paying attention to her husband and not looking at guys lunchboxes".

With that I swatted away at her backside but she was too quick for me and had made a dash for the stairs. Dashing after her I got the chance to see her wonderful form above me going up the stairs, a glimpse of thigh as her skirt flapped in the air. Round the corner and across the landing. I caught her just inside the bedroom door, and we fell onto the bed. Grabbing her wrists, she twisted and I could see that beautiful face smiling teasingly up at me. "So does my poor hard working neglectful husband, not like his little wifey looking at big packages then?", she said teasingly as she bit one corner of her lip. "I can assure you that Stefan & Olu don’t take steroids, or if they do they certainly go against the grain".

"Oh really?" I responded, as I moved her wrists so that I could hold them above her head with one hand. She was obviously loving playing the bad girl as she wasn’t making much effort to shift me or escape my one handed grasp. As I had one hand free, I ran it down the side of her cheek and continued down to her breasts. Running the back of my hand over them both I then circled the nipple, and then leant in to her ear. Nibbling it I whispered to her, "I think you have certainly been a bad girl and deserve a little spanking for being so mischievous, taking time off from your work outs with friends to eye up other men".

This was met with a giggle and I moved back to see her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips ever so slightly parted. Planting a light kiss on them, I heard a small sigh. I had to push this further and find out more about what got her off and if she had actually been viewing the meat at her gym. Still holding her wrists I again told her that she was a bad girl and that I would prove it. My hand stopped teasing and circling her nipple and trailed down her tummy until it reached her soft linen skirt. The fingers then walked their way, slowly bit by bit pulling up the hem. Still with her eyes closed, I watched her face. "I bet like so many bad girls, simply seeing a big bulge in a guys pants will get them all excited, is that true Cara? Did sweet little Cara, get all excited when she saw some toned Scandinavian hunk with a big cock in his pants, Well my little slut?", This was a new one in itself and I wasn’t sure if I had pushed things too far as I had never called Cara a slut before, even in our early passionate days.

At this point I had pulled her skirt up to her waist and my hand was slowly tracing its way over her mound, and it found the truth. At first it was just a little, but as my fingertips traced lower, there it was the increasing wetness that showed the timing had been right and also that Ophelia had been right. As my hand moved ever closer to her pussy, I could feel the warmth, and then the wonderful wetness that came with her excitement. I could feel a slight upward pressure coming from Cara. Obviously excited and turned on by our new play, she wanted my touch, my fingers to explore.

My hand brushed over the smoothness of her panties and could feel the small patch of hair beneath. Cara had always been very modest and had kept a nicely trimmed patch and had always resisted my attempts to have her bare down below. Now I had my chance to play on this idea also.

“Mmm such a nicely kept pussy, I wonder if those hunks at the gym like a married pussy that way? Or do you think they would want it completely bare for their pleasure?” Again her hips pushed gently upwards and met my firm hand. More pressure and a movement downward and I could feel the slight give of her pussy. The dampness and heat more evident now to my touch being amplified by her own movements. Gently rubbing her pussy her panties became ever wetter. All the time her eyes remained shut, her mouth slightly open giving sweet sighs. The intakes of breathe that met with the ministrations of my fingers.

Still holding her hands over her head I again decided to play the stud, “Such a wet pussy shows what a bad girl you are, I think you will have to take those panties off so that I can see how wet the thought of those cocks has got you”. With that my hand moved up again and slowly started to tug at the waistband of her panties. Keeping the mood I again kissed and nibred her neck. Changing the pressure and intensity to try and keep the moment alive. Feeling the panties get lower she raised her knees as I moved to her side so that they could come off fully. As her feet fell back to the floor, my hand made contact with a soaking wet pussy. Along with the thoughts of how wonderful and how turned on both Cara & I were, I could not help but think of Ophelia’s smiling face as she had told me to trust Cara.

I stroked the back of my hand across her thighs and then down between her legs which she gradually opened further. Turning my hand palm down I ran the flat of my hand upwards across her pussy and was amazed at how wet it was. I couldn’t recall in all our time together ever having produced such a result in her. The G&T’s, the sights at the gym and the talk and manner of our play had obviously struck a nerve. The second pass of my hand brought my finger into closer contact with the folds of her pussy. The slightest of pressure caused it to sink further in and be coated with her delicious juices.

I had always adored spending ages eating Cara, and wanted to get down there and taste her, but realised I had to carry on with the role of an assertive husband. Even so I couldn’t resist a taste and brought my slick finger up to my mouth and sucked on it. “Now that is what I call a tasty pussy! Is that so excited simply from the thought of those bulging shorts at the gym, or is my bad little wife excited at the prospect of taking one of those cocks in her tight pussy?” I knew the answer form the upward movement of her hips and the moan that came from her.
With that I started to unbuckle my belt and get rid of my trousers. “My naughty wife is gonna get a good fucking now, is that what you want? Is it? Answer me now” raising my voice slightly.

Ever so softly I heard Cara answer, the little bite of the lip, then a “Yes, yes fuck me hard”.

“What was that you wanted?” as I moved into position, my little dick standing as proud as it had ever done. This time louder came the response. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, I need a cock in me”….and with that I sank my 4” into Cara in one go. As I did so I looked down at Cara’s face and saw her eyes open and a dreamy look on her face. A smile started to form and she mouthed for me to fuck her heard. The mouthed words started to form and get louder, urging me on, telling me to fuck her with my big cock.

I knew that I had worked some magic in the play but also realised that I was short changing her in providing her with less than we had played with. Even, so it was Cara who was now imagining something she wanted as my eyes shut and visions of it being Leon’s thick cock sliding in and out of her pussy. The idea of her pussy being stretched, her lips gripping the sides of his cock, being pushed and pulled with every stroke. NO!!! that was too much for me , after only about 30 seconds I could feel myself losing control. The thought of Cara’s pale thighs surrounding the dark toned torso and a massive cock claiming her pussy got the better of me and as I thrust forward again I shot what I thought was the biggest load of cum I had ever managed into Cara.

As I paused I realised I had short changed Cara again and felt guilt starting to build. I opened my eyes, and looked down at a beautiful face, but one that appeared disappointed and still horny. I had managed in my short time to get her as close as I ever had to cumming on my dick, but had failed once again. Ophelia’s regular detailing of my inadequacies came to mind and I again started to sink into sub space imagining Cara taking a lover for real.

My now softening dick started to ease out of Cara, and I released my grip on her wrists above her head. Cara’s hips still moved up and down, trying to get some sensation and stimulation again my pelvis, but were not met with a firm cock to satisfy her. In my post orgasmic state I knew what a good husband should do but was as usual scared and a little disturbed by the thought of licking Cara’s cum filled pussy. I realised straight away how stupid that was as I thought back to Leon blasting his cum down my throat and over my face.

Whatever mixed emotions I had at that time were overtaken by Cara’s dreamy yet assertive voice, “Lick me, lick me now”, and with that her newly free hands pushed me down towards her slick pussy. Pushed down, I found myself kneeling at the end of our bed. Cara’s legs splayed in front of me and her glistening pussy, a mixture of her wonderful juices and my meagre offerings. Again, she urged me on and told me to finish her off and with that I tentatively leant in and ran my tongue along her slit. Cara’s hands came down and pulled my head closer into her, my nose making contact with the triangle of hair just above her clit. Mt mouth connecting with a soaking wet, cum filled pussy. Images of it being stretched and filled by Leon came to mind and to my amazement I could feel my dick starting to stir again. New found desire caused me to start licking as best I could, determined to bring Cara off to the best orgasms ever. I left more pressure on my head as her hands pushed down taking the weight of her legs. Her feet being lifted from the floor and legs placed over my shoulders. This pressure again brought me closer in to the heat of her. Despite her thighs enclosing me, I could hear her telling me what to do, “Lick me, fuck me with that tongue, c’mon, lick me”, then came the moans, her hips undulating as I lapped away. Alternating between circling her clit with the tip of my tongue, planting kisses on her thighs and lips and taking long strokes collecting the mixture of our juices, I could tell I was doing a decent job by the moans coming from above me.

Lost in my own little sub world, lapping away paying homage to Cara’s pussy and imagining her having been unfaithful to me, having to clean her up after Leon had pounded her, I was now hard again. There would be no escape though from Cara’s thighs, and so my hand gripped my dick and wanked hard as I tried to get Cara off as fast as possible. The urgency of her hips and the sounds she was making told me I was close. The grip on my hair also told me she was nearing her peak. The images ran through my mind, and even if I hadn’t managed to bring us to a climax in unimister from penetrating her, I managed it this time. My second cumming being somewhat less than magnificent fell on the bedroom carpet, as at the same time Cara’s thighs closed tighter around my head and neck, and her pussy pulsed under my tongue.

It almost felt like she was going to pull some of my hair out, and my neck was sore as her thighs gripped me and her body arched. She slightly released the pressure as she had peaked. The grip on my hair eased and her hands started to stroke my hair and ease down to the side of my face. Being able to look up now, I could see her body moving up and down, eyes closed once again, and a flush down from her neck to her chest. Cara, ran her hands over her breasts and sighed.

“Mmmm, Rob, that was amazing, that was so good”, as she reached out and beckoned me to come up beside her. Escaping from under her thighs, I planted a final kiss on her pussy, which was met with a slight flinch due to her post orgasm tenderness.

The next few minutes were spent in a warm embrace, both of us lost in a daze, and happy, satisfied. The embrace was only broken when we both started to calm down and feel a little cold from being only half dressed. Rather than going through the usual routines, our relaxed states just caused us to remove the last of the clothing and pull the duvet over us. Pulling each other close and spooning under the duvet I again playfully spanked her ass, “Now look what sort of trouble you looking at big cocks can cause!” as I again swatted her.

“Well if that is trouble I think that maybe I will have to be a bad wife a little more often then. Maybe I will have pay closer attention to the hung studs at the gym”, Cara, just pushed her ass back to meet me and squash my dick between us.

As I dozed off to relax in the arms of the woman I loved I couldn’t have been happier and thanked Ophelia again for giving me the courage to progress my fantasies and bring about this role play.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Thu Oct 04, 2018 12:46 am

ADMITTING TO CARA 2

The next morning I woke slowly with a slightly fuzzy head, to the sun breaking around the edge of the curtains. Cara & I were still entwined and I felt the warmth of her naked body. Sleeping naked was an unusual thing for us, but it felt good combined with the memories of the previous evening. As I moved it woke Cara and she pushed her sweet ass backwards into my crotch. Cara was lucky, she never seemed to suffer from hangovers and was always on the go from the moment she woke. Another little push back and I felt her arms move. This movement continued until I felt her hand touch my semi hard morning wood.

“Ahh, I see my stud is getting excited from just a little touch of his naughty wife’s ass, or are you still thinking of your wifey enjoying bigger cocks than you?” With that my hidden cuck desires surfaced and with Cara’s hand still lightly stroking my dick, I twitched which resulted in a chuckle from Cara as she turned around to face me. Her hand still touched, caressing my dick. Slowly teasing me, smiling she looked into my eyes, “So it seems that my stud hubby enjoyed all the talk of me being a bad girl and looking at big bulges and big cocks as much as I did. “, “Mmm, well I think we should just hold that thought whilst I go and put the kettle on, now don’t go and set that weapon off before I get back”.

With that Cara, gave me one last stroke and jumped up in bed and made off down the end of the bed. Bounding onto the floor, she suddenly jumped and let out a little squeal “Ooooeeee, Rob, what on earth did you do last night? I know we were both into the play and talk but I didn’t realise you jerked yourself off with the talk of me taking a cock”.

At first I wasn’t quite sure what she meant, and then I realised she must have jumped off the bed and stepped into the wet patch left by my last ejaculation. Well what could I say? Immediately thinking back to the great time we had had, the way Cara had got into the play, and the fact that I knew how hot things could be, I smiled and simply pulled back the covers. A little self consciously admittedly, but then started stroking my dick.

“What on earth do you expect?” I said, continuing to stroke, “There I am licking the most delicious pussy in the whole world”, Thinking flattery and lightening the tone could get me out of the situation if Cara didn’t join in with the mood……… “And a certain little minx is getting all hot and bothered, producing the sexiest moment we have had in ages, what do you expect me to do?”

And with that Cara, smiled, semi turned and gave herself a playful little slap on her left cheek before disappearing out of the room to get the coffee on. As she bounced down the landing and stairs I heard her call back, “Hold that thought lover boy, and no cumming til this little minx returns”. It appeared that the play had been right and I hadn’t pushed it. I wondered if Cara had recalled that I had actually been licking my own cum from her pussy whilst playing with myself. I started to get a little concerned that maybe this may have pushed things too far too quickly, but then realised that what was done was done and there was no changing it…and after all it had been damn sexy.

A couple of minutes later I could hear her light footfalls coming along the landing. Gliding into the bedroom, she was met with the sight of her husband reclining on a messed up bed, slowly stroking a full 4 inch boner, clothes strewn around the floor, and most telling of all, last night’s panties at the foot of the bed next to a small wet patch. A wet patch marking the spot where I had knelt paying devotion to her pussy. A glass of water and an aspirin in hand, a sexy naked Cara stood before me, perhaps a different wife from the one I had sat takeing with last night as our desires and manner of release from the night before revealed much of what had been within us. Surveying the scene, glancing at the panties and the wet patch she approached the bed, appearing to sway her hips to tease me even further. Still slowly stroking myself, semi erect, I started again to harden at the sight before me.

Cara sidled around to my side of the bed and placed the glass down on the bedside locker before sitting on the bed and moving her hand over to replace my slow moving hand. I immediately hardened to her touch. The broad smile on her face showing she approved and was happy that she could illicit such a response despite her knowing I wasn’t feeling on top form.

“Little Robbie”, she said as she looked down at my dick and gave it a squeeze, “looks all excited despite the fact big Rob is feeling a little delicate as usual this morning”, “Maybe you should just have your aspirin and relax in for a couple of hours……..or do you think you would be capable of pleasing your naughty wife again?”

I had certainly got lucky at my timing as Cara still seemed playful and I wondered if maybe she had previously been having thoughts about big cocks or the ideas we had played with last night. There was no way I was going to miss this opportunity given the amount of time that I had harboured these ideas. “I think I may be able to please my naughty wife again this morning, maybe even spank that ass again”, and with that I reached round and playfully slapped her ass. That little action was met with a tighter squeeze on my dick.

“Oh really, you think you are the man to be spanking my cute little ass do you? Maybe it should be spanked by one of the hunks at the gym, or maybe I may find a hung horny doctor at the hospital to put an errant nurse in her place”, with those words I couldn’t but help twitch again and slightly close my eyes. Cara noticed this and pushed home the advantage she didn’t even realise she had until last nights games

“Oh, so my macho man hubby actually enjoys all this talk does he”, as she continued to slowly stroke my dick. Looking down at me and then at my dick she moved her hand from side to side making a play of examining it before continuing the stroking. “Hmm, I had never really looked that closely at little robbie before”, turning back and catching my gaze before noticing that my eyes then sank to stare at her breasts.

Seeing them there in front of me and the stroking, I knew I had to try and take back some of the control, to move my ideas forward. I know it sounds odd when so many of the stories and experiences I had read about where couples had played with cuckolding for real, had involved the hub giving up power, but they were stories, and this was something I wanted to keep as fantasy play for Cara and I.

Reaching up and taking cupping one of her breasts in my hand, I gently squeezed, almost mimicking her own touch of my dick. I circled her breast with my finger and then paid attention to her nipples. I loved doing that as I always knew that getting her nipples hard would lead to me getting some pussy. There seemed to be a direct connection, and a few minutes play with her nipples would always get her pussy soaking wet. A light pinch of her nipple again and her eyes closed, but her hand still worked away on my dick.

I wanted to get back to leading the conversation, as good as it was that Cara seemed to be enjoying the teasing, “I know naughty Cara was trying to be the boss, but I guess that you always love those nipples and breasts played with don’t you?”. Her stroking continued but with the talk now, I again got a tighter grip on my dick.

My headache disappearing, despite the water and aspirin remaining on the bedside locker. The play making me forget my tiredness and fuzzy head, I continued to play with her breasts. I then sat up more and leant in to kiss my bride. As our lips met the mutual stroking of breast an dick continued, our marital passion rekindled.

I pulled Cara downwards and began trying to take the lead, kissing more passionately, almost trying to grind my face into hers, still rubbing her breasts and then breaking away leaving her, mouth open, waiting my next move. Rolling over I took control, Cara submissively relaxing and letting her legs be powerd apart. I positioned my dick at the entrance to her pussy. The colour of her outer lips ever so slightly darker than the rest of her pale skin.

Like the previous night I leant in and nibred her ear and started once again with my chat. Chat designed to get her worked up and try and make her see how turned on I was at the idea of her taking a hung stud into her pussy.

“Does Cara want some cock? Does Cara want to feel a huge hard cock stretching her pussy?” I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit, pressing ever so slightly as I passed over her clit. The head of my dick becoming slicker as it spread her juices over the whole of her pussy. I could tell Cara definitely did want some cock. An image of it being Leon’s’ cock sliding up and down her pussy entered my mind. I could picture Cara moving to meet his dark cock and him teasing her and slapping it against her thigh and pubic mound, having her beg for it. At that moment I don’t think I had ever been harder. This was helped at that moment, or was it hindered, by Cara joining in with the vocalisation of our play. “C’mon stud fuck me with that cock, I need a real cock in me”

It was hindered….as those words sent me over the edge and with all the rubbing I splashed my cum over her mound before even having the chance to slide into her. Although I had just cum, I was not sure who was more unsatisfied, me or Cara.

Despite my failure to make her cum with my dick, I sank down and Cara pulled me towards her, still softly moaning and aroused by the play. I could only apologise and bring my hand up to her pussy, to start working on her own climax.

My fingers massaged her lips and delved into her soft lush folds, smoothing my cum and mixing it with her own juices. I found her clit, and circled it slowly, then ran my finger down to dip deeper and move more slickness to her button.
“Just imagine you are at the gym now, imagine working that cross trainer and watching those hunks lift those weights. I bet you would be watching them in their tight shorts marvelling at the bulges”, with that I again began circling her clit, stopping the talk to lick and bite her nipple. “I bet that pussy would be like it is now, soaking wet imaging one of those huge cocks fucking you in the changing rooms”, her hips came up to meet my fingers, placing more pressure on her clit. “Yes my little slut nurse loves the idea of a big cock, and I thought it may have just been the gin talking last night, it seems that I do indeed have a naughty little wife, one that ones to get a big cock and be fucked hard.

Cara’s breathing was showing signs of the excitement, once again I could see the blush appearing on her chest as she neared her own climax, and it was then I thought that I should push it again. “I think that as you are being so naughty that with the pleasure you would get from that big cock, you would have to take a spanking as you were being fucked, as one of your gym studs fucked you, spanked you and filled you with his cum”.

As the last word left my lips, Cara’s thighs closed and gripped my hand between her legs, her back arched and her body shook, she gasped, she moaned, her head thrown back pushing deeper into the pillow. Her hips, rocking up and down, as the waves of her orgasms flowed through her. One hand grasping at my back as the other gripped the bed sheets. The initial power of the orgasm subsided and she still rocked slightly yet pulled me closer. I pulled the covers closer to us and held her tight.

Looking at her face, eyes closed, smile on her lips and a glow about her body, I loved her more than ever. Forget the thoughts of her giving herself to Leon or any other hung stud, who needed that when we had each other and we could enjoy play like we had over the last few hours! With that, we both drifted off to relax,

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Thu Oct 04, 2018 12:51 am

MUTUAL SATISFACTION

“Wakey wakey lover boy, tea is served”. After our exertions the snooze had been wonderful and reminded me of those passion fuelled first few weeks/months of our relationship and here was Cara some years down the line and she was as sexy as I could ever recall. In her panties and loose fitting scrub top, she was climbing back into bed after bringing up some tea.

Sitting up I took the tea as Cara made herself comfy and turned on the television. For the first couple of minutes little was said as she channel hopped until she found a cookery programme. Something easy and not too taxing after our fun. It was Cara who broke the ice, and commented on my ardour. “So someone was turned on by all the talk of big dicks! Anyone would think you really wanted me to be a bad wife and give my pussy away. I saw how little Robbie (a name she seemed to have got into calling my dick) reacted and he sure didn’t last long”. With that she took one hand off her mug and reached under the covers.

Little Robbie was still recovering from the fun but showed slight signs of life when it felt Cara’s mug warmed hand. “Tell me my bad little hub, all that talk of studs and the effects of steroids, were you trying to let me know that was the reamister for little robbies size?”. With that she gave little Robbie another little squeeze and let out a playful little laugh. Planting a kiss on the side of my immediately blushing cheek, she apologised and said she was just joking. It was lucky I didn’t have a mouthful of tea, as it may have gone everywhere had she said that a few moments earlier!

So as we reclined in bed and relaxed I took the chance to admit that I had been so so turned on by the play from the last evening and this morning. That I thought it was the most fun, the most passionate we had been for ages and that I loved her and loved it. I confessed, albeit not being entirely truthful, that I couldn’t explain why, but that the play and idea of seeing Cara with a hung stud, lost in the moment, lost in a great cock scared and excited me in equal measure. However, I told Cara that I would never want the play to harm our marriage and that I saw it as something we could explore in the future.

As I confessed, Cara nodded, gave the odd acknowledgement and also slowly fondled my dick. All the while a sweet smile on her face. After some time of me going on, and Cara teasing me under the covers, she took the chance to play the minx again.

“I must confess that I really loved the play. It was so hot and yet I did feel a little guilty”. Her eyes seemed to look deeper into mine for some sort of acceptance or permission, but the response once again came from the twitching between her finger and thumb.

After a short pause where we both looked gazed at the cooking going on the TV, we both burst out laughing as the presenter displayed the finished meal with the words, “You can’t beat a large bit of Beef to satisfy you”. After the laughter Cara cuddled closer and continued her teasing. “It was a bit of luck that you picked up on that story on the news the other night, but it was also funny as a couple of the girls down at the gym had actually noticed that some of the guys down there were on the small side. That said, the couple I mentioned are quite new to the gym and always seem to enjoy showing off with the tightness of their gear. Whenever they are working out you can guarantee that the cross trainers will be filled with ladies, and not all of them single!”

Little Robbie had been worked up enough and I had to try and reciprocate so I tried to scoot down the bed slightly which allowed me to get to suckle at Cara’s breasts my moving the loose scrub top upwards. Once again, our bodies told no lies as her nipples, gorgeous as ever were standing proud even before I started to carefully circle them with my tongue. Taking a break from my suckling, “So which of the Scandinavian hunks does Cara think would give her the best time?”, “Was it Stefan & Ola?” Can you picture the lycra stretched tight over their lunchboxes, I bet you and some of the other bad girls at the gym went and played with yourselves as soon as you got into the locker room”

Cara’s eyes once again closed for a second, picturing the sights before her, her hand still slowly working little Robbie. Opening her eyes once again, she bit her lip slightly and responded to my teasing, seemingly trying to go better than my teasing. “I suppose it was the names that made you think of Scandinavia, Stefan I can appreciate but the other guy I gather is called Olu, and I have to say, I haven’t heard or seen many black Scandinavians!”…and with that she started to speed up her hand on my dick as she looked me in the eye.

Damn she had me there, I hadn’t been expecting that, but she had hit the nail on the head, without even realising it. “I know what they say about black guys being big, but I’m not sure Olu is any bigger than Stefan judging by the bulges”. As Cara quickened her pace with her hand I also moved my hand down to her pussy and sneaked it inside of her pnaties. A pussy that was already slick. It probably had never not been wet from all the talk and play over the last hours. I was sure though that the new talk, identifying particular studs and talking about their cocks had got her even more excited.

It took me a few more minutes for it to click that Cara had said that Olu, the black guy had only recently joined the gym. For a few seconds I wondered and worried that Ophelia had actually been serious and that Leon had actually joined the gym but was using another name. The soft hands and movement of Cara however, settled my mind as I couldn’t see any reamister why Leon would use a different name. The current play was great and had brought a smile to my face, but the realisation of the s******* of Ophelia to play on my mind even when I wasn’t with her kept that smile there.

Our mutual pleasuring continued for some minutes with me starting to talk about how Stefan & Olu must love knowing that they are the centre of attention. I teased Cara’s clit and suggested that they had probably already started working their way through the bored frustrated ladies of the gym and wondered how long it would be before one of those hunks started trying to seduce my “naughty wife”.

I think my confession that the idea turned me on, backed up by the most orgasms I had had so close together in years, had made Cara feel comfortable with the idea. I could tell she was lost in the talk as I dipped my fingers deeper into her pussy. Taking them out when nicely coated and moving them round, circling her clit. The concentration on her ideas caused the slow stroking of my dick to almost stop, Cara’s hand simply holding onto it.

“I think Cara is looking forward to that day when Olu stands in front of her and starts to try and pick you up. My fingers are telling me that your pussy certainly is looking forward to it”. With that I started to speed up my motion as Cara’s body started to move up and down signalling the start of another orgasm. “I think Cara is looking forward to helping Olu take that lycra off and reveal a huge black cock”, stressing the words huge, black and cock, I knew that she was right on the edge. “I think my naughty wife wants to be a slut for big black cock?” Well that did it, her hand gripped my dick tightly, forgetting completely about getting me off, the head went back, the mouth opened and the hips bucked against my fingers. After the initial rush Cara closed her legs tightly catching my hand between them and brought her other arm over to pull me closer. Small soft moans were coming from her as her hips continued to move slowly. Close, safe, content and happy.

After what must have been an hour or so, time where we must both have briefly drifted off to relax we both emerged from our blissful states. Cuddling, enjoying the closeness and comfort of each others’ bodies, we kissed and stroked each others’ arms and backs. We giggled about our play and how naughty it had been. About how intoxicating the idea is. Cara said she hadn’t ever guessed that I would get off on the idea of allowing another man to claim her pussy. She said that she had heard about couples playing with these sort of ideas and realised that if it was something that they both enjoyed and it didn’t harm the marriage then it was something that with communication could really add and spice up a marriage.

However, she went on to say that it was all well and good getting carried away with the idea. A few takes and the heat of passion but that she didn’t think she could ever do that for real. Cara, told me that she realised that I wasn’t the biggest of men in the cock department, but that she would never want to do anything to hurt me. That even if our play continued and I assured her when playing that I wanted it to happen for real, that she was doubtful she could go through with it for fear that it was just “little Robbie” talking. No, it would take a lot more to convince her that I wanted to go down this path for real. Understanding exactly what she was saying, I kissed her and said that was true. The play and fun was great, and whilst I may say I wanted her to try a hung stud and effectively make me a cuckold when in bed, I thought it was best to leave it as our bedroom fantasy. I assured Cara that if I ever really wanted her to be a bad girl I would make it plain at a none sexual playtime so that she could be sure and guilt free.

So with our sexual energies exhausted we simply relaxed in bed. The TV held our attentions and we talked about our everyday lives. About my impending business trips away, about Cara’s ward, the patients and how Sister struck fear into all the staff and that nobody wanted to get on her wrong side or their duties would be hellish. It was then that Cara mentioned that Sister had selected her to attend the annual Cardiology Conference which was taking place in Amsterdam at roughly the same time as her birthday. Attending the conference was something that was rotated around the staff on the ward with a couple of the nurses and the registrar and consultants going each year. It worked out that the hospital would pay for her flight and the nights at the hotel covering the conference.

As yet nothing had been arranged and so it seemed fortuitous that it fell around the same time as her 40th. We could arrange for her flight out to be a couple of days earlier to allow us to go out together and have our romantic weekend. Absolutely perfect we thought, time together, a time to celebrate the big 40 and part paid for. I also thought it was the perfect opportunity to hand over the lovely lingerie that I had bought and had been saving for a special occasion.

As we lay next to each other, lost in post orgasmic bliss, content with our new closeness I started to picture how much fun we could have away from home. The anonymity of not knowing anyone, the ability to be people we fantasized about and play games that we would never consider where we would run the risk of bumping into people we knew.

After a fun, sexually enlightening and generally relaxing day, the recent play which had caused "little robbie" to shoot too early was behind me, as the thoughts of future fun brought tiny stirrings down below. Drifting off to relax that night I had images of Cara appearing in our suite, adorned in the finery of her new lingerie.
New lingerie, a sexy dress and a hotel bar maybe to show her off, oh the fun we would be having. It may have been bought playing with the idea of it being for Leon, but the prospect of us being in a strange place and my beautiful wife being the sexual natural of my dreams, all wrapped up in silk and lace, made me look forward to Amsterdam.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Thu Oct 04, 2018 1:01 am

RETURN TO OPHELIA
Well the play with Cara had been amazing, it had been like we when we had just got together and just been married. Passionate, non stop, intense sex, a close bond, loving yet naturalistic. Ophelia had been right, it had been a case of trusting Cara, realising that she was a woman and that with coaxing she would reveal passions, fantasies that she may kept hidden unless I took the lead. I suppose it takes a woman to be able to really get into another woman’s mind…and so I found myself drawn back to Ophelia, to my mistress, the goddess who had told me what I needed, had told me what I didn’t know and told me what Cara really needed. Ophelia really was wonderful, able to allow me to be someone I wanted to be in private and to heighten the role play and sexual side of our marriage.

I had emailed Ophelia to find out if it was possible to arrange another session, and had briefly explained how I had taken her advice and introduced some cuckold role play ideas into the bedroom with Cara. I had of course also thanked her for creating a new sexual dynamo who enjoyed getting down to play almost every night on my return from work.
I had received a reply that was obviously filled with pleasure and satisfaction, satisfaction that came from knowing that she was a skilled professional who was able to draw on a subs ideas. She had also been her usual teasing self and had suggested that I had better make the most of my access to Cara’s pussy, as access may be limited if Leon had his way.

Ophelia suggested that maybe I should get used to playing with myself and that maybe I should spend some time reviewing the pictures taken at the session where I was introduced to Leon. It was suggested that such erotic scenes captured on camera would heighten my sub feelings. I never failed to marvel at how that woman could play with my mind.

Indeed it was Ophelia who was truly playing with my mind, as following up on what she had suggested, I had gone to fetch the boxes of lingerie and the camera one time when Cara was out. I had sneaked them into the house and intended on feeding my mental images. I know it sounds mad, but I was going to masturbate whilst looking at some boxes. Boxes containing sexy delicious lingerie mind, but still just boxes none the less….utter madness, but then I realised that I was hooked on everything about this idea, the chase, the lead up, the presentation, the mental acceptance.

Anyway, I had got myself prepared and had gone to review my work kneeling in front of Leon, but on turning on the camera I found to my utter shock and fear, that the memory card was missing. All thoughts of play, of masturbation evaporated in an instant and were replaced by a fear that they could be found, no mask, no hood, no disguising who I was and what I was doing.

It was within about 2 minutes after that shock that I was on the phone to Ophelia. The phone seemed to ring for ages, before those soft sexual tones came down the line. Words came tumbling out without me having the manners to pass the time of day. After my initial rudeness had been pointed out, Ophelia managed to calm me and made light of the situation. As if nothing had happened and it wasn’t a problem, she simply informed me that there must have been a small problem with the camera as Leon had found the memory card just before he had left and that he had promised to keep it safe.

The relief was amazing and I just accepted what I had been told and almost laughed about it with her. A couple of minutes more and I had arranged my next session. Timings had been a little awkward with Ophelia being busy. I had to accept an appointment on my way back home from business rather than travelling to business. It meant that I would be returning home within a short time of my session, but Ophelia had assured me that she would simply tailor the session accordingly and that there would be nothing that would physically mark me.

After the email exchange and a couple of days away, combined with the thoughts of the fun I was going to have with Cara on my return home, it was with great excitement that I approached Ophelia's front door. After all it had been through her skills and experience that I had become confident, yet submissive, enough to trust that I could play with my fantasies within my marriage. The usual pleasantries followed and that sight of Ophelia's shapely backside as I followed her to her playroom got me excited for the experiences to come.

"I have to say Rob, I am very impressed that you took my advice, it sounds as if your trust in Cara has been well and truly repaid. Your emails sounded like you and Cara have been having an awful lot of fun and that you are well on your way to becoming the cuck hub of your fantasies". With that she stopped and showed me into the playroom. "Now Rob, you know what to do, off with those clothes and I expect you in a suitably respectful position waiting for my return. I have been thinking over what fun we can have and have some wonderful thoughts on pushing you".

As I entered my home for the next couple of hours, with feelings of excitement and trepidation at the thoughts of Ophelia's ideas I got a playful smack on the backside which was accompanied by a chortling Ophelia. The clip clop of the heels receded down the corridor as I disrobed and assumed my now customary kneeling position.

Some minutes later the same clip clop noise approached, the door opened and I soon saw those patent shoes in front of my down cast eyes. Settling back in her throne I heard the clear sound of a china cup being moved and could tell that Ophelia was once again surveying her prey whilst she enjoyed her tea. Nothing was said for what seemed like an age, the sound of a clock, the distant sound of traffic and the clink of the cup being lifted and returned to its saucer.
"Now Rob, today is going to be all about teasing, it is going to be about me toying with your mind and making you think about what you want or fantasize about and about what you can expect when, and I use that word specifically Rob, WHEN Cara decides that she needs a real man with a real cock". "Do you understand?" "Yes Goddess". It was all that was said, and all that was expected of me. Already I was getting excited and Ophelia had done nothing but talk to me.

The saucer being put to one side, Ophelia rose and began to move equipment around behind me. Still kneeling eyes to the floor my sight was removed as a mask was buckled around my head. I could smell Ophelia's perfume close to me and sensed her leaning closer. "We can’t have you seeing what is to come can we little boy". Then moving around in front simply an instruction, "Wrists". Automatically my arms were raised waiting the cuffs I knew would be coming. Sure enough the thick straps were placed on my wrists and secured. "Down", again I knew to lower my arms and I again could smell my Goddess so close to me, Chanel No5 I was sure, only the best for Ophelia even when sessioning.

Being so close the smell of the tight leather skirt was mingling with that of the perfume, every movement could be heard due to the proximity, a movement and the heels rising and falling ever so slightly. A rustle and I could picture the skirt being raised or adjusted. Then the more synthetic sound of tights, of panties, eyes covered I could picture Ophelia teasing me, so close yet unable to see her body as she removed her delicate under garment. The sound of heels moving again suggested that they had been removed which was confirmed as Ophelia brought the still warm item into contact with my nose. Holding them there, I instantly inhaled deeply trying to get the scent of that delicious pussy that I had often begged to see but had always been denied.

"Mouth open", once again an order simply conveyed and instantly responded to. The fragrant intimate item was removed from my nose and fed into my mouth.
"Enjoy those my little toy, remember that scent, concentrate on that taste, realise it is a taste of womanhood, of something which you desire but is reserved for those that can provide it with the pleasure which it deserves........and just imagine that it could be Cara in future that pushes her delicate moist panties into your mouth.....Can you imagine that Rob, Cara standing before you as I am, standing there her pussy exposed, bare, wet, waiting for a big....black .....cock".

With that the presence directly in front of me moved and began to circle me. Ophelia's hands caressing my shoulders, rubbing my hair. "Can you picture that Rob, can you think of your sweet innocent wife waiting, about to be deflowered properly by a real cock.....by Leon's cock.....is that what you want Rob?" A muffled response was all that came from my mouth.

"Stand", again I responded, rising to my feet and standing in darkness. Again in front of me, I felt Ophelia's hands on my chest, the tips of her scarlet tipped fingers toyed with my nipples as she pushed me backwards, guiding me to the waiting equipment that had been prepared for me. Gradually I was manoeuvred into position, still standing, legs powerd apart, ankles secured, another restraint just above my knees accompanied by stomach, chest, upper arm and wrist. Finally a bit was fastened around my head. Ophelia informed me that this was for my benefit as she didn’t want to have to punish me should I be so disrespectful as to push those panties out of my mouth. Safely secured as I was Ophelia once again began her circling, toying with her captive. He hands gliding over my body, the odd little pinch, the odd little slap, and the odd little fondle of my stiffening little dick.

Again I could sense, could then feel Ophelia in front of me. I could feel the skirt gliding smoothly over my already leaking dick. Ophelia stopped her roaming hands and stepped back. Her hand came down on my dick. “Bad boy, little Robbie appears to have made a little mess on my nice shiny skirt. I think that merits a little punishment, wouldn’t you agree?” The heels moved and in the darkness, in my mind I visualised Ophelia walking towards her instruments of fun. Coming closer, and then I felt those fingers teasing my nipples. I knew what was coming, nothing too painful, well not until they would be removed, but then it was all about the knowledge that they would come off, the knowledge that the removal and the intake of breathe that would accompany their removal, that would bring a smile to her face.

“Now Robbie, whilst you are enjoying my little gift to your nipples I shall help you along the way to your dream”. Again, I could smell the perfume and feel the heat coming from her body. Coming ever so close, she spoke softly. “Now every cuck has to demonstrate to their wife that they are not equal to their Bull, and too that end it is only right that you show Cara. Being as benevolent as I am, and of course knowing that Leon will appreciate my assistance, I am going to let Cara & Leon see exactly what you bring to the party. Alas to do that we will have to do a little gardening”. At first I failed to grasp what she was talking about, but as her hand reached down and grasped a handful of my pubic hair, I realised that she intended to shave me. Despite the gag, I tried to say no.

It was all well and good not being marked, but this was going the other way. Realising my concerns Ophelia took pity and released her grip on my hair but then slowly started to tease my dick. “Little Robbie wants this, he needs to be free of all that nasty hair, he needs to be proud about being so petite, about his role in assisting you and Cara along the path to ultimate marital satisfaction”. With that I realised that there was no point arguing, well even if I could there would have been no point as Ophelia knew that this would simply fuel my fantasies and have me thinking how I would explain away my new bald look. “little Robbie” certainly showed he liked it by the fact he was standing so proud.

Moving away from me, I could once again hear the sounds of furniture moving and equipment being gathered. Within a couple of minutes I again felt Ophelia’s hands caressing my dick, moving it from side to side, examining it. Then came the whoosh sound of the shaving cream and the cool feeling as it was massaged around my dick, balls and lower abdomen. Then just before I felt the first touch of the razor starting to do its work I heard a click and the room was filled with the unmistakable sounds of love making. Ophelia had turned on her DVD. I could imagine the scene, no doubt some hung black stud pleasuring a petite white girl, or was that just what I hoped was playing?

The sound of movement, of action, or love making remained, yet I could still hear the sound of the razor doing its work. I imagined that Ophelia had added this soundtrack to ensure to a bald little boy by her skilled hands she played with my mind.

“Just think what Cara, will say when she is able to see how small you actually are”.

“Hmmm, the mark of a real man has to be hair down below, don’t you think cuck?”

“I bet Leon will want Cara as bare as you down there”

“I wonder if Leon will insist that you and Cara go to the same waxer to keep yourself tidy for him?”

“Long term wear of a chastity belt will be so much more comfortable now”

With every second and every comment I could feel myself sinking deeper into sub space, imaging myself standing naked, bald yet hard as a rock in front of an embracing Cara & Leon. As one of the symbols of my manhood was removed I started to come to terms with the idea and accept that it could be fun to play this idea out with Cara. Thinking I would just tell her that I wanted to make myself appear bigger for her. I hoped that her usual lustiness on my return from work would be heightened by my new look!

So after some time, I felt a wash cloth being rubbed over my now smooth pubic area signifying the completion of this task. Next came a delightful soothing feeling as Ophelia slowly applied moisturiser to the area. “We have to have it looking nice for Cara tonight don’t we, we want her to appreciate what you have done for her?” Of course the soft voice, the background noise of pleasure being given to the lady on the DVD helped in keeping me hard as a rock.
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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Thu Oct 04, 2018 1:12 am

PROGRESSION-RETURN TO OPHELIA 2

After the shaving equipment was moved away I again felt Ophelia close to me, again her hand toyed with my dick and her voice started easing its way into my mind. “So there we are, less of a man, not that you were much of a man in the first place eh Robbie?” I bet Cara is going to love your new look, I bet she is going to want to play with it just like I am now, she is going to want to examine it, to look at what little she has to work with, or should that be, what little YOU have to work with”. All the while Ophelia moved her finger and thumb only, back and forth. Just behind the head of my dick, alternating pressure, indicating that she didn’t need a whole hand to play with little Robbie.

Damn it was hot, my mind working overtime, taking in the noises of ecstasy coming from the woman on the DVD, the sound of Ophelia’s voice, the smell of her perfume, the taste in mouth slowly being released from her panties. This all combined with the feelings being imparted by her fingers. God I was getting close to cumming. I realised that I had only been in session for a short time and started to get concerned about peaking too soon. Fearing that my desire would be lost and yet I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything about it. Still the fingers moved and the sounds played round my head. The idea of Leon instructing Cara & I to always be shaved or waxed for him. I could feel myself getting closer.

Ophelia continued her hand movement. Her closeness allowed her to feel my body, feel it quiver as I started to build towards my climax.

“Ahh does my poor little bald Robbie want to cum, do you love the sounds you can hear? Are you imagining it is Cara?....hmmmm you want to cum don’t you Robbie? You want to show Cara how much you love the idea of her going black, giving herself to a real man, a real man with a real cock”. “I can feel you getting close Robbie, but don’t worry, I am no clock watcher, we have only just started. Believe me there is plenty of time to play, and you are going to get to feel what it is like to be drained”

By now I could feel my legs starting to shake, as the climax approached. Ophelia was deep in my head, telling me what I wanted to hear, teasing me with ideas of presentation and control.
“Believe me Robbie, this is the first of many, I am going to toy with you, milk you and leave you incapable of satisfying Cara tonight….do you like that idea? Or is it a little too much for you? Do you think it could drive Cara into Leon’s arms? Or would my little cuck like that?”

The thumb and forefinger continued to move, ever so slightly but ever so surely, up and down giving enough pressure to go along with the idea of being a real cuckold, of going to my marital bed tonight incapable of showing my wife how much I wanted her.

Ophelia continued her mind games. “Feel free to speak cuck, tell me if you don’t want this, tell me if you don’t want to cum and I will stop…..but if I get you off now, then it will be the first of many, and I will not stop today until you are completely drained”. The panties in my mouth combined with the bit meant that Ophelia knew the answer; the answer would be no answer, a moan of pleasure, a shaking of the head, a twitching of my muscles at my bonds. My answer was shown cumming onto the dungeon floor. As the woman on the DVD orgasmed in unimister with her stud Ophelia burst into laughter and clapped as my hips bucked as my cum was unleashed to fall on the ground.

“Don’t go anywhere stud, we have lots of time and lots more of that nice cum to get out of you yet”, and with that I heard the china cup being lifted Ophelia retreating down the hallway. As the footsteps disappeared, the sounds from the DVD started again as I was left to picture the woman on the screen taking another hung stud.

The woman on the screen and in my head continued take that cock like the pro she obviously was. She exhorted her stud to fuck her hard, to pound her pussy to show a white slut what going black was all about. After just being shaved and milked of my first orgasm the eroticism of the moment was a little lost on me. The post orgasm blues were there, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

I remained there restrained, marvelling once again at Ophelia’s skill and intelligence, her ability to ramp up the idea and play it to the max. The shaving would certainly add another dimension to my play with Cara, but I wasn’t sure about the milking. Sure, when I was younger I was able to masturbate to my hearts’ content and cum probably 3 or 4 times, but now at 40 things took a little longer to recover. I thought to myself that I would just have to spend a long long time pleasing Cara to allow as much time as possible to recover and be able to get into that wonderful pussy.

My daydreams and plans were interrupted as the sound of footsteps approached and the door to the chamber opened. Moving my head to try and gather where Ophelia was, I could hear her chuckles as she moved around the room. She approached and then I felt my mask being unbuckled and removed. After a couple of seconds for my eyes to become accustomed to the lighting of the room, I could see the TV screen mounted on the wall directly in front of me and matched the sounds I had heard with the pretty little lady being ploughed by a really dark muscular black guy. She was almost bent double, knees alongside her ears as the guy pressed down on her and pistoned in and out of her.

Even with Ophelia having brought me to orgasm only a couple of minutes earlier, I could feel my dick start to tingle and come to life again. Ophelia came and stood beside me, leaning in and watching the screen. “Mmmmmm isn’t it an absolutely beautiful scene, eh Robbie, don’t they look so good together, a sweet pale petite girl and her muscular dominant lover, taking her to heights of passion that no small dicked white boy like you could even imagine”. “You notice how he has pushed her into exactly the position he wants, the position that gives him unhindered access to her pussy, a position that does not allow her to fight back, she just has to take it all as hard and as deep as her bull wants…mmm, isn’t it just beautiful?”

Being able to match the sounds with the images meant that the added sense of sight was able to increase my arousal. This arousal and my dick coming back to life answered Ophelia’s question without the need for her to remove my gag. I doubted that she had intended me to answer her anyway. Once again her hand snaked around my restrained body and started to work on my dick. In a matter of seconds after contact I was once again hard as a rock. The addition of images of interracial coupling fed my ideas and fantasies of Cara going black and slowly brought me closer and closer to a second orgasm.

“Are you looking Robbie, can you see that beautiful white girl, look at her giving herself to a hunk of a man, a man with a real cock, not like that tiny thing between your legs”. With that she gave me a squeeze which under normal circumstances would probably have caused much pain, but with the current eroticism only added to my excitement.

She then carried on stroking my dick, “Can you see her face Robbie? Can you see how her eyes are open but she is not there, she is lost in that cock, in the fucking he is giving her”, My eyes were fixed on the screen and despite the fact I had cum not 10minutes ago, I could feel myself on the edge once again. Ophelia moved in closer, rubbing herself against my tethered arms. I could see this woman totally lost in a black cock, a black man owning her pussy, making her cum again and again. Even though, she was in what sounded like a constant orgasm I could hear Ophelia humming in my ear, whispering about how hot the scene was. “Look at that cock Robbie, it puts yours to shame, see how her pussy has been stretched, see how it grips his cock as he pulls out of her?”

I could feel my legs starting to shake again at this point. “And best of all think how stretched she will be when her poor little dicked husband next tries to fuck her…hmmm, Yes Robbie, her husband, look at her hand Robbie, you see her wedding ring?

And with that once again Ophelia had worked her thoughts into my mind and again my cum shot out as hard and as far as I could recall. With that Ophelia let out a cheer and removed her teasing hands and clapped with delight at manipulating No2 out of me. Again she chuckled as I simply quivered in my bonds. Looking down from the screen I could see my fast shrinking dick still leaking, dripping strands of cum onto the chamber floor. As the wife on the screen peaked again and her stud plunged deep into her for what was obviously the cum shot, I looked down at the my dick and marvelled at how humiliating it was getting off on this idea, yet how erotic it was.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Thu Oct 04, 2018 1:17 am

Progression – Being Drained

Ophelia once again went to fetch a damp cloth to clean me up. Leaving me to contemplate my fate and my twisted logic at cumming at the idea of my wife being used by a stud like Leon or the guy on screen.

Once again I was brought back to the real world by the realisation that Ophelia was carefully cleaning away my issue, delicately soothing my bare pubic area and humming away as she did. Trying to speak to thank her and also wonder how we were doing for time, nothing came out except garred words muted by my gag. This brought Ophelia back to her task at hand. Looking down, my eyes met hers, deep brown eyes framed by dark mascara and long lashes. Deep red lipstick, teeth bright and white against her dark skin, her smile deliciously wicked.

“Don’t worry Robbie, there is still plenty of time yet. After all I said I was going to drain you and that is exactly what I intend”. Moving away, she circled behind me and started moving equipment again. Into sight came what looked like a low level sort of stocks. Looking over at me Ophelia realised that I wasn’t quite sure what was coming next. “Don’t worry my little trainee cuck, this next bit is all about you, all about me tending to you and your fantasies, so just relax and enjoy”. As those words sank into my mind she came round me and started to unbuckle my bindings.

Releasing me from one set of bonds she moved me forward until I was standing on the base board of the stocks. Bending down she quickly attached short chains to my ankle cuffs and the base board. Standing up she stood behind me and removed the bit. Moving swiftly round to the front she then offered her hand to allow me to use my tongue to push out her panties from my mouth. Taking them away and placing them on the table at the side of her throne, Ophelia sat, made herself comfortable and crossed her shapely legs.

“Now Robbie, you are going to play with yourself, I want you to listen and answer any questions I may ask. I want to know how you are feeling and I want you to be honest with me, and most importantly you are not to stop playing with little Robbie”.

“I will warn you, if you do stop playing with him then I shall have to punish you, I shall have to send you home to Cara with a couple of marks to show her that you have been hiding your dirty little secrets from her.....do you understand”?

All the while Ophelia was speaking I was aware that the DVD continued to play behind her, to show the delicious scenes of passion and lust unfolding, to show a beautiful woman giving herself to a strong black man.

“So, I can understand why you got a little concerned about those pictures that I took in your previous session. It really would be terrible if they got out, At this stage I doubt whether Cara would understand the power and awe and desire that you showed when you were pleasing Leon in such a permisteral way”

“Still, I am sure that once Leon has entered your life more officially”....a small chuckle came from Ophelia at that point, "Oh I do like the phrasing of that, Leon ENTERING your lives",

“You don’t need to worry though, Leon is very discreet, he is a professional and has a certain reputation to uphold, he would never show those pictures to anyone, unless of course you gave him permission to!!! That said, I think it only right that if you want the memory card back, that you ask Leon yourself. I will try and see if he will be available when you arrange your next session, or failing that, maybe you could ask Cara to ask Leon at the gym?....ah ah, now keep stroking little boy”.

I could only respond at this point, "But Leon hasn’t joined the gym, Cara hasn’t mentioned him, I know that there are a couple of black guys who work out there but she has never mentioned a Leon to me”.

“Ahhhh, don’t fret little boy, I am sure that Leon will appear in Cara’s conversations soon enough. I know you love the idea of them working out together, seeing each other and getting sweaty together? Isn’t that true”?

“Now returning to something that I was extremely pleased to hear, your new games with Cara. It seems that your trust in me, and also your trust in Cara has been repaid”. “I think that she has the makings of an excellent cuckoldress one that will benefit from having someone as skilled and experienced Leon to guide both of you through your induction to a wonderful new type of married life”

All the while Ophelia was speaking I could hear the sounds of passion in the room from the DVD. I was focussed on what Ophelia was saying but had the sounds entering my head subconsciously, marrying the idea of Cara with Leon to the sounds of ecstasy coming from the woman being used on screen. As Ophelia spoke and the sounds sank into my mind I continued to do as told and stroke my dick. The ideas had given little robbie some red but he still looked like the last turkey in the shop, or more like the last poussin in the shop.

“That’s it Robbie nice and steady, I want you to think about Cara & Leon together, not just about how he is going to pleasure her in bed, in your marital bed, but also how he is going to pleasure her in every room in your house. How he is going to seduce her, how he is going to make her his lover, his girlfriend, his partner and his slut”

“Yes he will also make her his slut, but she will become more than that over time, and you will love watching your sexy wife change as Leon explores the idea of being your Bull”.

The words she spoke made me think, they also made me excited. It was the whole idea of time, of the relationship growing and it being something that became real and more than just a bedroom thing. The words also started to bring little Robbie back to life. Gave him enough red to make it possible to use two fingers and my thumb to stroke him.

“You see my little cucky, Leon is an educated man, a professional, skilled at what he does and very highly regarded. His position brings him into contact with many different types of people and he has the ability to get on with anyone. He is smooth, charming, witty and like many west African, and in particular, Nigerian men, has a certain way with the ladies”.

“Right from his youth he has been able to charm the ladies, it is a mix of confidence and a degree of arrogance, a knowledge that if he sets his mind to something he will undoubtedly get it”.

“Do you think that Cara will love that type of man, eh cucky?” “Do you think that is the sort of man who could get into her head and into her pussy, to work his way into your marriage?”

The words and the smile on Ophelia’s face were so seductive, as I slowly played with my dick and watched her toying with my mind. “Yes Mistress, Cara has always said that she liked the smart confident professional guys, but I know that she would never do anything for real unless I explicitly told her it was OK out of the bedroom”.

“It would be a wonderful thing to think that Leon would find her sexy and try to seduce her but I can’t see how that could ever happen”. Even as I said that, my hand was working rhythmically, attempting to bring little Robbie back to life. The idea that it could be real assisting in this task. “You see Cara would not approach anyone like that, like Leon, and Leon does not know what Cara looks like, so it would not be possible to break the ice and make the introductions”.

With that, Ophelia threw her head back and laughed out loud, clapping her hands once again. “Now, now, now, my little cucky, you are seeing problems when you should be seeing solutions”. Leaning forward again and picking up a riding crop from the side of her throne, she reached forward and lightly brushed the little leather tip over the head of my now semi hard dick.

“I appreciate that that could have been a problem, and being ever the one to solve problems and to progress you deepest desires I have assisted in this little matter”. “You see, like many men, I know that you love Cara so much and that you would keep a lovely photo of Cara in your wallet”. With that, my hand still on my dick, I momentarily stopped playing with myself as I realised the implication.

A quick flick of Ophelia’s wrist and the crop and the little leather strip made a less pleasurable contact with the head of my dick. This mean little cut instantly made me resume my work.

“Yes my little cucky, I have taken the picture, and a lovely picture it is too. It has been scanned very quickly and I forwarded it to Leon’s Blackberry”. The realisation that my fantasy and real worlds were getting ever closer was a shock, brought a degree of fear to me, yet also brought that extra adrenalin which finally brought little Robbie to his full 4.5 inch glory.

“It is such a lovely picture, I am sure that you told me that Cara was a nurse but seeing her in her uniform made me think that Cara & Leon were meant to be an item. You see it is all well and good having a basic sexual chemistry, but to develop an intimacy, a trust that can take their couplings to another level, that needs a shared interest”.

“Now I am sure that the shared interest may well be helping you become the true cuckold that deep down you yearn to be, but in this case, they will have medicine!” “Yes my little soon to be cuckold, you see that intelligent, charismatic, assertive stud is a Doctor, Isn’t that just wonderful?”
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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Thu Oct 04, 2018 1:22 am

Progression – Being Teased & Drained

The realisation that there could be a bond. That there would be an easy way to strike up conversation and build a real relationship hit the spot. The spot both deep down in the pit of my stomach, but also in my brain, my brain that connected with my dick! Now fully hard, Ophelia was again reclining in her throne, leaning back she crossed her long dark legs, showing off a glimpse of coffee coloured skin above the band of her stockings. All adding to buzz in my brain. Not only did Leon have a picture of Cara, but he also had the knowledge and intelligence to charm her. Reality was certainly coming crashing into my fantasy.

"You may wonder how it is I am able to know so much about Leon, well, the fact is that we are actually cousins. Our parents all grew up in Nigeria and moved her before we were born. So I like to think that we got to get the best of both worlds, a love of family and the experience of an African family. The knowledge that we are strong and that we can get what we want when we put our minds to it. It also instilled in us a desire to control and be in charge, something that I think may explain the career paths Leon & I chose". With that Ophelia clapped her hands together and laughed a little.

Once again Ophelia moved forward and flicked her crop upwards to encourage my slow hand movements. Movements that now had the whole of my limited length to work on.

"It does make me wonder little robbie, how many Nigerian Bulls there are out there, as they seem wired and blessed to be able to perform such a wonderful function".

"I am sure that you will agree in future that you have been blessed by being introduced to Leon. I appreciate that there may be times when you question whether it has been a blessing or a curse, but overall I am sure that you will love having a strong Nigerian man controlling you & Cara".

"Now take a good look at the screen above me little boi, Or perhaps I should get you used to what may well be the name that you will come to answer to. You see Leon loves, and is rightly proud of his Nigerian roots and prefers to refer to his couples in his native Yoruban". "You will no doubt get used to being termed, Ohu. Ohu, such a small word, although small things do seem to be very appropriate for you". This little joke was accompanied by a playful tap of the crop on the end of my dick.

With that once again Ophelia permitted herself a little chuckle, all the while knowing the effect that the images on the screen and her teasing words would have on me.

"Do you like that idea little boi? Can you imagine how erotic yet shaming it will be. Even in public Leon can call you Ohu, and nobody will know that he is humiliating you, calling you a white boy with a small penis . That is unless there happen to be other Nigerians around. Oh can you imagine how much fun that would be, the knowing smiles and sniggers as they realise that Leon is you Bull, or as they will think of him, and as you may well be required to call him, Oba, your master. Cara will of course refer and defer to Leon, I am sure that you understand why? She shall be your Yemi, or Queen as, once again, is only right. I think it also correct and in the spirit of your soon to be relationship, that you refer to me as Omolara, which little robbie, means Goddess.

As my hand moved back and forth, the idea of our own special language intrigued and excited me. "Yes Omolara, thank you Omolara, Leon shall be our Oba and Cara my Yemi".

"You love the whole idea don’t you Ohu? you love the fantasy and fear how much you want the reality"? Does it excite you, the idea that simply having Cara speak to Leon could have her magictised by his sheer magnetism. You know don’t you, the charisma and skills in seduction that he can bring, the aphrodisiac that is power, that aphrodisiac that can enthral Cara and make her fall under his spell".

The idea that Leon simply meeting Cara, the idea that he could seduce her into doing this even without my agreement. It got into my mind, the thought that I could lose control of our role-play, lose control of the chance to be part of it, part of the planning of it. But then that idea of losing power was so erotic, making it real, demonstrating my subservient position and relegation in the sexual pecking order. This idea of not being in control, once again combined with the images on the screen of a strong black man commanding a woman.

As the screen before me showed what I fantasized about, Ophelia, my Omolara, had managed to get into my mind once again, to make me want this as a reality, to take it out of just our new found role-play and truly plant those cuckold horns on my head. The idea of me losing control of the idea, of Leon claiming Cara’s pussy was scary yet so erotic.

With those ideas, I continued to stroke my rock hard dick. I could never have imagined that I would be hard again after already having been made to cum twice. However, here I was, lost in a sexual fog, my hand going back and forth, my eyes closed and I could softly hear, Ophelia’s voice, “Cum for me Ohu, cum for your Omolara, cum for your Yemi, and show your Oba what you want”. With that I could contain myself no longer and started to cum.
This time it was not the full on orgasm and ejaculation of the first couple of times. It seemed my body simply didn’t have it left in it. A couple of smallish spurts and I could feel my dick start to soften once again. Breathing heavily and unsteady on my feet, I looked down and could see my now meagre offering spilt on the black wooden base board. Looking upward I caught the face of Ophelia. Eyes shining and a broad grin on her face.

Ophelia, chuckled and brought her crop upwards once again, using it to lift my now shrunken dick. “Well well, little Robbie seems shy after cumming to such erotic musings, I have to say Ohu, I didn’t really think that it could get any smaller, but it seems that I was wrong”. “Look he is even showing his own embarrassment at being so small and has gone all red. Or maybe that is due to him starting to get a little sore?”

With those teasing and humiliating words, Ophelia rose from her throne and without any formalities, “Now on your knees cuck and kneel on the board”, and with that I positioned myself just behind the pillory part. Lost in my submissive state yet questioning what I was doing.

“You know what to do next”, she said as she lifted the top part of the stocks. I did for a split second wonder the post orgasm blues starting to cause me to question whether I should go for this stage of the session or whether I should end it now and try and save myself for some great play with Cara tonight. However, my sub side got the better of me and once again I complied with Ophelia’s instructions. As soon as my head was through the stock came down and I heard a small click as the padlock was secured. “Now we shall just make you a little more secure, and once done we shall get to work on the remainder of the session, we have more to talk about my Ohu, as I am mightily impressed that you have listened to me and trusted in both me and Cara”.

In the next couple of minutes I had my wrists cuffed and secured to the base board of the stocks joining my already imprimistered ankles. This left little room for movement and placed me at Ophelia’s mercy. Once secured my goddess appeared in front of me and sat in her throne in order to survey her captive.

“Now my Ohu, I am so sorry that we haven’t really had time to chat so far, I really did want to get on with the session and wanted to get you part drained before we wound down a little”. I wondered exactly what Ophelia meant as we normally had a little chat both before and after a session, yet here she was wanting to engage in conversation mid way through the session. Well I was hardly in a position to argue!

“So whilst you are down there we are going to finish off your draining, you have had all the pleasure of cumming three times already, but this last bit will not exactly be that pleasurable”.

“You see the whole point of this session was to judge exactly how much you wanted this, about how much you got off on the idea of losing control. You have shown me through our sessions and through what you have told me about your trusting Cara, that you want to move things forward”

“By draining you, I will give you a chance to do just that. You are going to return home to a sexually desirable and frustrated woman, one who is going to want some cock. Sadly, being the Ohu and little wanker that you are, you are going to have to confess to having played with little Robbie too much whilst you were away”.

“You are going to have to work very hard to please Cara and are going to be unable to do anything but focus on her pleasure, but that is something that is the job of the dutiful Ohu husband”.

“Now tell me cucky, in your emails you explained how you had started the ball rolling with Cara, I now want to know more details about your play and how you plan to progress it?”……”and whilst you are telling me please do not be put off by what I am doing. You may now begin”.
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Re: Progression

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With that Ophelia rose from her throne and went of my sight. I tried to turn my head but the thick wooden board of the pillory held my head firm and restricted and backward sight. Next came a swat of her hand as she planted a firm smack on my backside. “I instructed you to begin”

With that I started to outline to Ophelia how we had played with the idea of her trying a hung stud and how he would be better hung and than me , more toned, younger and more athletic, able to pleasure Cara for hours make her cum again and again. I told Ophelia about Cara noticing hung guys at the gym and how we had played with that idea and how she had seen a black guy at the gym but that his name was Olu, and so I had been a little concerned but that I realised it was all part of Ophelia’s mind games. I was about to tell her about how I was planning on playing in the future when I was thrown completely as ice cold liquid was suddenly dripped onto my backside.

I instinctively flinched which was again answered by a playful slap of my backside and Ophelia telling me to continue and not to worry as she was about to start the final stage of my milking. I realised at this point that there was to be no play with my dick. I had read about guys, cucks being milked, about men having their prostate massaged.

“Please Omolara, please, do you have to do that? If I am milked like that then there really will be no chance of me making love to Cara tonight”. Again my plea was met with a slap of my ass.

“Now now cucky, you should know by now I am a woman of my word, and you should also know not to question me when I am attending to your needs”. “Now continue, this may feel a little odd the first time, but I think it is something that your Oba may well have Cara perform on you to ensure that you don’t get any ideas once he has claimed her pussy”. SLAP, went her hand.

With no option and knowing that there was nothing I would be able to say to prevent this, I resumed my narration of our recent play. Knowing all the while that by admitting this, Ophelia would be able to use to play on my desires even more. To blur the line between fantasy and reality. She knew I wanted it yet feared it in equal measure. Ophelia knew that I would tell all and that she would delight in hearing that her work with me had borne fruit and that she had certainly made progress.

I continued and told Ophelia how we had played with the idea of Cara being used at her gym and how we had joked about me being smaller than many men. As I continued so did Ophelia, slowly at first gently probing my ass with what felt like a gloved finger. I could feel her push in and out until she was able to move easily and then she found her spot.

Occasionally, she would stop and ask me to expand on a point in our play, but mostly stayed quiet and let the sound of the DVD player fill the room. The sounds of skin on skin and a woman moaning were background to me revealing how Cara & I were now loving the idea of her going black. It was after about 5 minutes of me talking that I became aware of the pressure that Ophelia was putting on my prostate. Despite the fact that I had cum already I could feel a semi hard on even without any stimulation. It was not unpleasant, just a little odd but I knew that it meant that Ophelia was doing exactly as she had planned, draining me.

I had gone through almost all of our play and had started to tell Ophelia about Cara being chosen to attend the Cardiology Conference, when I became aware that the ministrations of Ophelia’s finger had started to work. However, it wasn’t me being able to see the resultant emissions as the stocks prevented that, it was the small comical cheer from behind me and the feeling of Ophelia lightly touching my dick. “Here we go Ohu, the last of your meagre offering, there will be no mess for Cara to risk stepping on this time”, This was followed once again by a quiet little chuckle and she resumed her work.

Resigned to my impending impotence, I continued to tell Ophelia how we planned to go to Amsterdam for a romantic weekend prior to the conference, how we hoped to extend our role-play and maybe try something in the hotel bar. Cara dressing sexy, her hot new lingerie on, going to the bar before me to see if she would get chatted up. I told her how we had looked for a smart boutique hotel, The Grand Hotel Amrath, one that was big enough to have a decent sized bar where there may be businessmen to play out our games. All the while, I was aware that what little fluid I had left in me was slowly seeping out courtesy of my Omolara.

I also told Ophelia that I had taken her advice and that I had saved the lingerie that I had bought with her, and that I was keeping it as she had suggested for this special occasion. After all it was to be Cara’s 40th, and I wanted us to have a wonderful sexy time.

“Oh that is great to here Ohu, I am sure that Cara will look so so sexy in that underwear, I have to say Fiona does have a great eye for what really is classy yet sexy, and of course she knows that Leon would love a sweet white wife wearing something as exquisite as the sets that you bought”. “I am so so glad that you have saved them for such a special occasion, I am certain that they will drive Cara wild and unleash the sexual natural that you hope is within her. I think they will show Cara how sexy she is and can be and how much you want her indulge your fantasies”.

“I can almost picture her now, demure yet delightfully sexy in her new lingerie, hair and make up done to perfection, done especially knowing she is going to meet some hunk who is going to claim her. Maybe a nice new dress, something not too revealing, after all her stud will want to unwrap his new toy won’t he?” “I think there will have to be some sexy heels also, but heels that show just a peek of deliciously hot red painted toe nails”.

“Do you think that I could be describing Cara on her 40th birthday there Ohu? Those nails will look wonderful, and I am sure you will love seeing them like that, as it will be a sign that she wants to please her stud, mmmm, I don’t think I had mentioned that Leon loves to see his wives with nicely painted nails”.

With that idea in my mind, Cara dressing in the lingerie in our hotel room in Amsterdam, I suddenly became aware that Ophelia was removing her invading finger and I heard the snap as she removed her gloves. “Well there we go my impotent Ohu, all safe and sound and less of a problem for Cara this evening”. Coming round to the side of me I then heard the click as the padlock holding the top of the stocks was released.
Once the wood was lifted and my wrists were released I was able to push myself up into a kneeling position. It was then that I could see a surprisingly large amount of cum pooled on the black wooden base of the stocks. It must have taken her about 30 minutes but she had well and truly drained me. Little robbie just lay there, lifeless, shrunken with a reddened end showing the effects of multiple masturbations.

“Ahhhhh doesn’t little Robbie look so cute, just sitting there all limp, it is so nice also that there is none of that nasty hair hiding what a small dick you have to offer”. Ophelia seemed to be taking great delight in shaming me at a time when she knew my desire for such treatment would be diminished following my draining. As my face reddened, she once again applied a warm cloth to clean me up and began to unlock me and tidy away the items from our session.

Drained, shamed and standing there naked I looked up at the screen and saw the hung black stud still pounding away at a beautiful petite white lady. As I looked on I wondered whether such a scene was really destined to be a reality for Cara & I, or whether I should keep it as a fantasy.

I was brought back from my thoughts by Ophelia giving me another playful smack on the bottom as she walked past me and suggested I start to dress. She said she was away to make some tea for us and that she would be back in a few moments. As I found my clothes in by the door I thought back to all the things that Ophelia had said, all the ideas she had introduced and all the little mind games she had played with me. Even though I felt humiliated by the ideas that Ophelia had proposed, I couldn’t help but feel excited. I was scared also as I recalled the ideas that Ophelia had talked about, about Cara becoming hooked, seduced by someone like Leon.

Even though I had that feeling of fear, I thought back to how aroused Cara had become when we first started with the play, and realised that our sex life had never been better. I realised that we had a wonderful marriage and that Ophelia had been a part of making it better, bringing us closer together, and that I should feel no fear.

Ophelia once again brought me back from my thoughts as she pushed open the chamber door carrying the now familiar china cup and saucer. This just as I was pulling my boxers up to cover my now bare pubic area. Placing the takes down on her throne side table she sat and made herself comfortable. She surveyed me, like a work in progress, which I suppose I was, having come a long way from the first fairly basic sessions.

“So how are you going to explain away your temporary impotence and new found boyish look my Ohu?”. As I dressed I told her that there was little I could do, that I would have to admit to Cara that I had been horny as hell whilst I had been away and that I had got lost in the ideas we had played with resulting in too much jerking. Ophelia could only agree that this was the best policy and suggested that I tell Cara that I had thought that by removing my pubic hair, it would make my dick look a little bigger. Sadly, I had to agree and realised that this was an excuse that may well satisfy, as much as I was able to satisfy her.

So for the next 10 or so minutes we chatted about the world in general, about the traffic and seemingly any other matter that was away from what we had been engaged in for the last couple of hours. It seems odd the fact that we were sitting there takeing tea with all the paraphernalia of a professional dominatrix around us and after what had gone on previously. With the tea takes it came time for me to return to the real world, to thank Ophelia for taking me on a ride and for blurring the edges of my fantasy.

I followed her to the door, watching those heels and that shapely legs and backside encased stockings and the tight leather skirt. We embraced as usual and I was about to take my leave when Ophelia stopped me and handed me a gift wrapped box. “Robbie, I have to say that I have enjoyed our sessions immensely and I wanted to give you a little something to allow you and Cara to continue on with your role playing. I would like you to trust me and allow Cara to open this, can you do that for me?”

Once again I was faced with a dilemma, I could open it as soon as I returned to my car but the idea of a present from Ophelia, and handing it to Cara, was so erotic, it played to all my sub leanings, and I immediately promised that I would again trust her. After all this was my Omolara, the lady who had allowed me to play out my fantasies and had boosted both Cara’s and my libido. I thanked her once again for her consideration and told her I would mail her to let her know the reaction. With that, I left Ophelia and once again she had to get the last word in as the door started to close. “Oh yes Ohu I am sure that Cara will be very thankful tonight”.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Mon Oct 08, 2018 5:59 am

Progression-Explanations

As I drove home I mulled over my recent session with Ophelia. I loved the whole Ohu, Yemi & Omolara idea and marvelled once again at her inventiveness. I also cast my mind back to her clever use of the idea that Leon would have a picture of Cara and would be able to identify her at the gym. My initial shock at the idea of what she claimed to have done faded and I thought that every husband must have a picture of his wife in his wallet. So it wasn’t something that would have been too wild a stab in the dark. Even so. It was a nice touch and something that fitted Ophelia's devilish mind.

So it was in a relatively calm frame of mind that I pulled the car into my driveway. Now only a couple of lesser matters to explain away.

“Hi honey, how was your trip? You get much done thinking about your sexy little wife at home?" What else could I say, I approached her from behind as she was doing the dishes in the kitchen and reached round to cup her breasts. Being away for 3 nights after all the play we had done, all the chat from Ophelia making my fantasies seem so real, well they had me constantly horny. Pushing my crotch into her as I made for her nipples. Easy to find under her lycra top, even if she did have one of her sports bras on.

Holding Cara close I wondered was I mad to be getting so enthralled with the ideas that Ophelia was planting in my head. Those thoughts which had got me into this current tricky situation. Here I was the devoted husband returning home to his sexy wife and yet Ophelia had rendered me not only impotent but also looking like a little boy with my bald pubic area.

As I snuggled into Cara and claimed my beautiful bride I rationalised that it would be best to simply admit to my wanking, to getting off thinking of my sexy woman at home. With part of my dilemma resolved we passed the next hour going over our days. As per usual I complained about my boss, the stroppy customers and the traffic, whilst Cara listened, made appreciative or pacifying comments where appropriate, all the while going about her business, gliding around the kitchen in her jogging pants and that tight lycra top.

Normally the sight of Cara in such attire and the hint of a nipple would get me excited, yet due to Ophelia’s torments, little Robbie could not respond. Still it was great to be back with her, close to her and to bond again. After dinner and a couple of glasses of wine we were relaxing on the sofa with Cara leaning in to me. The warmth, the food and take combined with the knowledge that the weekend was upon us must have brought us to our senses at roughly the same time. I moved my arm, which had been around her shoulder resting on her arm, and moved my hand upwards towards her breasts. Almost at the same time Cara twisted round slightly and moved her hand upwards towards my crotch.

The timing brought a smile to both of our faces as our eyes made contact and we realised that we both wanted to play, although we possibly had differing motives or ideas as to how it would play out.

Cara’s had continued upwards and cupped my face and she reached her face upwards to kiss me. Locked like that, almost as new young lovers, I hoped my dick would be able to work, but feared that Ophelia had indeed rendered me impotent for the night.

Breaking the kiss I told Cara how much I loved her and how exciting our love life had been over the last few weeks. I also told her that I had a confession to make. A slight worried look came across her face, which I eased by another tender kiss. “Don’t be worried, it is just that whilst away I was thinking about all that sexy play we have had over the last few weeks, about hot it has both got us”.

With that, Cara smiled again and kissed me as she slowly rubbed my crotch. Alas the usual result of this rubbing was not forthcoming, something that Cara noticed. “I will be getting worried if all that talk and all your imaginings don’t manage to get your cock working dearest”, she said as she continued to rub me.

A little embarrassed and still worried how she would take this I confessed. “Well all that talk and being away from you, stuck in hotel rooms, meant that I was a bit of a bad husband and I couldn’t stop myself from wanking myself imagining you being eyed up at your gym”. The smile returned to her face once again, the slow rubbing continued and Cara asked me to tell her more of my naughty thoughts.

“Well, it is a little embarrassing, especially as I couldn’t stop myself from doing it so many times, but I hope I can make it up to you tonight and reclaim that naughty married pussy”. Another kiss and a stroke of her breasts was met with a playful slap on my chest from Cara. “And to make it up I have bought you a little present that I thought we may open together upstairs”. Cara’s smile became a huge grin at the prospect of what she assumed would be a kinky present, coming so soon after my admission and the fact that the present needed to be opened upstairs.

It was only after I had said this and told Cara about the present that I suddenly started to worry as I realised that I had no idea what Ophelia had given me, or how I was going to explain it if it was something way out. I suddenly realised that I would have to have my wits about me in the next few minutes.

At the prospect of some fun and coupled with the idea that there was a present waiting for her Cara ceased her rubbing and leapt up. “C’mon then big boy, let’s get upstairs and see what this present is”. With those words she rose and took my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom. It was only whilst climbing the stairs and looking at her shapely ass in her joggers that I recalled I had another less easy to explain away problem, namely my now bald dick and balls. I thought that the only way I could make a sensible case was to tell Cara that I wanted it to look as big as possible and not be hidden by any hair. I would leave it to Cara to decide if she liked it and wanted me to keep it that way. Deep down though I loved the idea, I suppose Ophelia realised it also, that I was bald and looked less of a grown man now.

Entering the bedroom Cara ushered me towards the bed, “I’ll be right back big boy, you just get yourself comfy on the bed and your hot little wife will freshen up a little”, and with that she disappeared into the en suite telling me that she was all excited to hear about what I had been up to and whether I had been thinking of her whilst I was away, and of course telling me that she was excited to see what this present was.

In my haste I had almost forgotten this, so quickly nipped to the study to retrieve the tall square well wrapped gift so generously, or was that mischievously, provided by Ophelia? Hearing the sound of running water on my return I stripped off and made myself comfortable on the bed, although I was so aware of my hairless state that I kept re positioning myself to try and hide it , so that it wouldn’t be the first thing that Cara would see when she emerged from the bathroom.

As the seconds passed and I listened to the running water in the bathroom, thoughts flashed through my mind as to how the next few minutes may go. As my apprehension increased, needless to say, so did my excitement. I started to wonder if I was pushing things too fast. After all it had only been a couple of weeks ago that we had played through our first ideas of Cara taking another cock, and now here I was reclining on our marital bed, looking like I did when I was about 10 from the waist down, feeling slightly exposed, and about to hand my wife a present that really came from the woman who had been playing with my own hidden fantasies.

It was as this apprehension and fear that maybe Ophelia would really try and humiliate me for my kinks, that I started to think about hiding the present and making out it was all a joke. I made a move to get off the bed, to nip back to the study, but just as I did the taps were turned off and I heard Cara returning to the bedroom. There was no escaping now. I had to play this through and trust in Ophelia once again.

Next, stood before me, framed by the light from the en suite stood my sexy lady. Slowly walking seductively towards the bed. I marvelled at the woman I married and how she had kept herself in shape. The 39 years sat easily on her and I gazed upon her still firm breasts and the curve of her hips, the small landing strip leading down to her sweet pussy. Reaching the end of the bed she climbed up and approached cat like with a huge smile on her face. A smile that got bigger as she noted the gift wrapped package by my side of the bed. "Mmmm I can see my surprise there lover" she said as she reached the head of the bed and reclined beside me. Cara's hands ran over the top of the covers as she maintained eye contact with me. Slowly her hand came to the top of the covers before disappearing beneath them. I realised that she was about to find another surprise from my time away!

I wasnt sure at this point which surprise would be met with more of a response, my baldness or the gift. I did not have to wait long as her hand reached the area where she should have encountered hair. I could feel her fingers exploring and at the same time see her expression change as her fingertips relayed the news to her brain. As the realisation dawned on Cara the smile once again returned. "Ooooo we have been a little kinky haven’t we, come on then big boy let’s see what you have been up to whilst away", and with that she pulled back the covers to reveal little robbie in all his de fuzzed glory, although glory was probably still not the word as he was still feeling the effects of the draining.

The response to the sight before her eyes was similar to that shown by Ophelia, the head thrown back, the clapping of hands and the laughter, all signalled delight at the state of my crotch area. The laughter stopping she took a more studied approach and ran her hands over my smoothe skin. Back and forth she went, around my dick and balls, feeling the softness and delighting in the new found vulnerability. "We were a busy little boy", she seemed to emphasize the last two words and gaze ever more deeply into my eyes. "You did a very good job, for one not used to that anyone would think you had help it is so smoothe", again she continued her stroking and appeared to be trying to bring little robbie to life. "Ahh, and so smoothe it feels like you moisturised aswell".

"So what brought this idea on then?", well there it was, pretty much the question I had anticipated and prepared for. The lie came easily to my lips and I explained that I had enjoyed our recent games and that our talk about the size of guys and particularly the guys she had mentioned at the gym, had made me want to try an appear as big as was possible. I also admitted that it was this previous discussion that had also got me excited and resulted in my almost constant jerking in my hotel. Cara continued to slowly massage me, attempting to bring me back to life, to be able to consummate our mutual lust in the idea of her enjoying a well hung stud.

"And if you were playing with yourself so much, and spending so much time fantasizing about me being a toy for some hunk, I presume that your other surprise for me will help in our games?" This really had me, despite all my worries about what I was going to say and how Cara would respond to my admissions, and my current hairless condition, she had taken it all in her stride. What little concern I had held with regard to the contents of the gift from Ophelia slowly ebbed away. I had taken a leap of faith previously, so why should I not continue? After all, Ophelia was simply assisting me in living out my fantasies, in heightening my desires and bringing new spark to my, to our, love life.

With Cara's continued velvet touch playing over little robbie, I had managed to attain a small degree of firmness. It took nothing to twist my upper body and grab the package and bring it into view. I wondered what to say, but realised not knowing what was inside could cause problems, after all the gift was from me. I hoped that with Cara taking well to my new found kinkiness, that she would think nothing of what would undoubtedly be something that Ophelia would consider as "helping me" with my fantasies.

Sadly the provision of the gift wrapped box caused Cara to cease her stroking. An eager look of delight came across her face as she took hold of the package and began to unwrap it. He eyes flicking from the new task at hand to my own face. I hoped that I was not giving away the fact that I too had no idea what was inside. It seemed to take an eternity, but in reality it took no more than 10 seconds before a broad smile came across her face. I was pleased to see that she liked what she saw, and was even more pleased when it registered with me exactly how Ophelia had intended to further my fantasies.

As Cara twisted the box to read more about the contents I was able to see the picture on the front. An image I had often fantasized about for Cara, but in plastic/latex form. The packet advising of the great pleasure that the "Jungle King" could provide.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Mon Oct 08, 2018 6:01 am

Progression-Explanation cont’d

"You have been a kinky little devil haven’t you?" I could only nod and smile and begin to stroke her arm, to try and instigate some more play form Cara. However, she seemed more intent on sampling her new "friend" and was already opening the box. "I guess our play and my mentioning of Olu at the gym hit a chord with you eh?" "I wonder if this is as big as him, it certainly looks to be a little bigger than little robbie there". With that she gave me a brief stroke and then returned her attentions to her toy.

As it came out of the box I blurted out that I had thought that maybe we should call it Leon, and explained that I had been at school with a guy of that name who was on the large size, and thought this a safer bet than naming it after someone she met at the gym. "Ahhh don’t be worried Robbie, I wouldn’t want you to feel threatened by your little wife enjoying the pleasures provided by one of her gym buddies". This was once again met by one of those sexy sweet giggles that Cara did so well. “But if it makes you feel a little more secure Leon it is”.

With that Cara proceded to examine her new friend, running her hands up and down the shaft, feeling all the bumps and veins moulded into it. The dark brown colour of the shaft and balls contrasting slightly against the lighter more pinky head. “So from your recollections, does this look like the real thing? And more importantly do you think my pussy will be able to take it all, I mean, and no offence Robbie, it is somewhat bigger than I am used to”. At this point she was gazing into my eyes and she moved her hand to stroke little Robbie. The next thing she did though played out all my sub cuckold fantasies as she lowered “Leon” until it was next to my semi hard dick.
“Wow, it really does seem that black guys have one over on white guys, but then you obviously love that idea don’t you, or why else would you have got me this, eh?” The last bit was said with a playful tone in her voice.
“Well as you have been ever so nice as to bring me a new friend to play with, I think he least I could do is try him out don’t you? But before we do I think I am going to need to be a lot wetter than I am now, you know what I am used to and this thing is wayyy bigger”. With that she gave me a playful poke and lay back on her side of the bed and started to play with her nipples.

The dutiful and considerate husband that I am, I of course scooted down the bed, running my hands over her tummy, mound and thighs. I started kissing her legs as I knelt between them slowly loving my way towards her wonderful pussy. A pussy that I now realized was about to get its first taste of black cock. It may well have been a fake one but the ideas played out so many times in my head were flooding back. A sort of soft focus close in shot of her pussy and the cock slowly sinking into her soft folds.

“Now make sure you do a good job down there Robbie, I’m not sure your naughty wife has ever taken anything this big, in fact I can’t believe we are about to do this”. “Our play lately has been so hot and this is just taking it to another level”. With that she placed the toy on the bed and reached for me, taking my face in her hands she pulled me towards her and kissed me with a passion that had come from her learning to love our play and feeling free enough to be open and honest.

We kissed like boyfriend and girlfriend, like we had when the passion between us was new, was raw and like we knew that we were expanding our previously limited sex life. Well a sex life that we thought had been great but that was slowly blossoming.

After minutes of our lips being locked together Cara broke and looked into my eyes. “Now lover, lick me, lick me and get me wet for my new friend”. Again ever the gent, “Your wish is my command sweet lady”. Slowly bowing my head I kissed ever downwards, her neck, her chest, each beautiful breast. A quick glance up and her eyes were closed and her lips ever so slightly parted. Moving ever downwards I kissed her lovely tummy, her belly button and then planted a soft kiss on her small patch of hair. I shifted my position which meant I was part on and part off the bed, my dick rubbing the sheets, semi hard as I gazed at her pussy. Cara’s legs splayed, her pussy in plain view and soft white thighs, my eyes drawn to her beautiful pussy, her lips just showing the signs of her arousal and just the smallest of hints as wetness.

Again, after surveying my prize, I leant in and kissed her thighs. I felt her muscles twitch as I planted soft kisses slowly moving towards her pussy. I next kissed the centre of her pussy and lingered to inhale her scent. Feeling the warmth from her I kissed each thigh and then the very top of her slit, placing pressure on it to try and transmit my passion to her clit. My tongue came out and I tried just soft light upward motions from top to bottom of her pussy.

With each lapping motion I placed more pressure to slowly open her lips and prove to me how turned on she was by displaying how wet she was. I felt her hands once again being run through my hair as she pulled her knees to allow me better access. I could also hear soft moans coming from above me which changed in intensity if my tongue ran over her clit of made a particularly nice swirl!

“Mmmmmm lover boy is doing well, anyone would think you are trying to compensate for being a bad boy and wanking whilst you were away, but then again”…..the words stopped for a second and were replaced by a moan and an arching of her back as I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue. Letting up, I kissed her now blossoming bud, and told her how much I love eating her, that I could spend hours there tasting her delicious pussy.
Cara ruffled my hair and then simply said, “I want Leon”. Hearing those words as I felt the new toy being pushed down by my face, got me so hard. The words I had almost wanted to hear, yet had also feared. My position at the end of the bed allowed me to rub my dick against the edge of the bed. The milkings had stopped me a little but this play was bringing me back to life.

As I took hold of the large base, the balls of the new toy, of “Leon”, I wondered how on earth it would fit, would it hurt, I even started to wonder whether it would really replace me, replace the real thing. All the thoughts that rushed through my head were wonderful scary at the same time, yet I still looked at her pussy and wanted to see it sliding home, inch by inch. I even had to have a little chuckle to myself at the idea that it was sliding “home”, I wondered if that was how Cara may come to see it, her pussy a home for a black cock?

I kissed her pussy once again, wondering if this really was the start of me kissing her pussy goodbye. The I told her, “Leon wants this pussy, he wants to make little Cara a slut for black cock”. In that instant I wondered if I had gone too far but the movement of her pelvis told me she was eager to try. He eyes were closed and I slowly moved the pinkish tip of the dildo up and down her pussy lips. Slowly putting more pressure on them, and then it happened, her lips parted and “Leon” made his first small entry into Cara. She flinched ever so slightly at the contact with her inner lips and her clit, and then she moved her hips again which caused the head to sink that little bit deeper.

“God Cara that looks so beautiful, your pussy pale pink and soaking wet against Leon”, my words brought a moan from Cara who seemed lost in the moment, and Leon wasn’t even fully penetrating her.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Mon Oct 08, 2018 6:02 am

Leaning in I kissed her clit hood and moved the toy up and down slightly, it made a slight sound, as her lubrication came into contact with the softness of toy. The rocking of her hips now made Leon push deeper with every upward thrust and that was even without me really trying. I was mesmerized by the ease with which she seemed to be taking to this. Something that I had only given her a few minutes before.

Cara had taken to the idea so well, all the talk and role-play over the past few weeks had obviously primed her for this idea. The stories we had read on Literotica had gotten her excited and filled her head with images of couples like us exploring this idea, even making it actually happen. I continued to move the shaft, it bending slightly as the pressure between my hand and her body increased. I could tell that she was really turned on and getting even more so as I could see her pussy getting ever wetter.

The moans continued and then she said it, “Stop messing me about and fuck me with that thing, I want Leon inside me, please Robbie fuck me, give me that black cock”. I knew she was into it and I had fantasized about being there and watching as she said that, but the reality sort of shook me. It shook me only for a second though as my ideas and fantasies took hold once again and I pushed ever so slightly harder. He pussy gave in return and the head pushed past her first defences. It met a brief bit of resistance and then sort of shot past her muscles. This initial invasion by her first black cock caused her head to be thrown back into her pillow her mouth open and was accompanied by a moan deep and long.

As it slowly ever so carefully edged home, I went in to kiss her clit, placing an ever so soft kiss and whispering, “thank you, thank you for trying this”, in an instant her hand came up and ruffled my hair again and pulled my head closer, insisting on me kissing her thighs and clit once again. “No Robbie, thank you for letting me try this” she said breathlessly and then urged me on to push Leon further.

I was so close I could feel the heat coming from her pussy, see her lips glistening with her juices at the point where latex and skin came together. With each movement and slight withdrawal I could see a thin sheen on Leon.
The sights and the sounds were having the effect I had hoped and were starting to really bring Robbie back to life. If Ophelia had thought that she had rendered me completely useless to Cara tonight, then she had made a mistake. I thought that I would be able to get hard. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to produce anything and was worried that even if I was able to cum then it may prove to be less than pleasurable due to being dry. I also knew that it was liable to be sore due to the attentions from earlier in the day, but that was not relevant as I was witnessing what I had longed for, a black cock in Cara’s pussy.

After my thoughts had got in the way I resumed my slow shallow pushing motions, trying to get Leon deeper into Cara, to see how much she could take, and hopefully to get her off , to make her remember her first black cock. The first 2 inches went in fairly easily, and the 3rd not too bad. I ensured that I took my time and whispered how sexy her pussy looked, trying to reassure her how much I wanted to see this and how hot it was seeing her take a “real cock”.
As the next couple of inches slowly made their way into her, I was almost fully hard. Cara’s body was moving in unimister with my movements. Looking up I could see one hand playing with her right breast, pinching her nipple and the other gripping the bed clothes by her side.

“Do you love Leon’s cock” I asked, wanting Cara to become more verbal, to tell me what she loved, for me to hear her enjoying another cock, and for it to feed my own cuck fantasies. “Mmmm , yesssss, Leon’s cock feels soo good”. As I slowly applied more pressure allowing more movement in and out, I could see Cara gripping Leon on every out stroke. “Fuck me baby, help Leon fuck me” and with the next inward thrust Cara came out with the words that I had wanted to hear, to feed my need to be recognized as an inadequate husband, to feel the cuckold horns being planted on my head, “Yes Robbie, Leon is wonderful, thank you honey for giving me his big black cock, God he feels so big, ahhhhhhh yes”. This had to be at 6 inches and there was still a couple to go!
“Yes Cara, tell Leon how much you want his cock, tell him how good he feels”, I was in my element, getting off on my own words but hoping to hear them back at me from Cara’s beautiful lips.

“Oh God Yes, Leon’s cock is so good, Robbie he is soo deep, deeper than you have been, god he feels like he is stretching me…….” Cara trailed off at this point as she arched her back and then pushed it down onto the bed, powering more of Leon into her, Her hands both gripped the sheets now and my now steady movements were more long strokes now, getting Leon almost entirely inside her. I could believe that she had managed to take it all. It had taken a good 20 minutes I guess but I couldn’t be sure.

Cara’s clit stood proud above the dark shaft of the dildo, occasionally I would pull it out far enough just to catch a glimpse of the pinkish head, the shaft completely coated with her juices as Cara was now lost in the action. I could see a flush starting to appear on her chest and neck and then I resumed my attention on her pussy. Continuing to move Leon, to orchestrate her orgasm, to get her off on her new lover.

I once again kissed her thighs, aware of how close I was to Leon as he sawed into her. Cara’s hand came up and grabbed my hair, more powerfully than she had ever done before, just as I was about to kiss her clit once again. She pulled my head up and sort of pushed it away at the same time. Telling me “No!!, I want Leon’s cock, just fuck me, fuck me hard, I need that big cock in me”. Initially I felt a little put out that I was trying my best to please her and she was pushing me away, almost denying me what I loved to do, to lick her pussy and taste her, but I realized this was almost my dream. For Cara to be lost in a cock, moreover, another mans cock, a big black cock.

I was so turned on by this I had to alter my position, from being passive and simply lying on the bed, I moved up so I was knelt between her splayed legs. With one hand I continued Leon’s assault on her pussy and with other I took little Robbie in hand and jerked as I gazed at my wife being fucked by a big black cock.

The breathing was becoming deeper and more labored and Cara now seemed to glow from a thin sheen of sweat covering her body. My arm and her body seemed to be working together and I could tell Cara was getting close to cumming. She was moaning loudly, talking but not making any sense, or not that I could tell. Then all of a sudden her breathes became shorter, her muscles in her legs tensed and she began bucking. Her hands came up and tried to stop the in out action and just held Leon deep inside her. Her head came up and was powerd back down into the pillow. It was almost like that scene from the diner with the faked orgasm, yet this was real.

Cara continued to move her hips as I sat back on my haunches just on the point of cumming myself from the sheer eroticism of the scene before me. With Cara still almost shivering Leon still deep inside her she was still, her breathing deep but steady, small moans coming from her. Post orgasmic bliss for her, and yet here was I still on the edge, even after cumming 3 times for Ophelia and then being milked. I wanted to, I needed to get off now. This fantasy had been wonderful. Cara had loved it and there was no way she was going to be able to deny it judging by how her body had reacted.

It was then that I lost sight of my cuckold desires and feelings and just wanted to be buried deep in Cara’s pussy, or as deep as I could go. I moved forward on my knees and took hold of the balls that were flush with her pussy and slowly started to remove Leon from her. This was met with a flinch and a small moan. Cara obviously tender from her new lover. Yet I didn’t care at that point, wanting my own satisfaction.

Leon dropped out onto the bed sheets, coated with a thick liquid, Cara’s pussy had aided its own ***. Her previously tight pussy looked different, but even that excited me and I continued to scoot forward on my knees, my right had working feverishly on my dick. I got almost to the point of entry when Cara’s hand came down and blocked my access. “No lover, I can’t take anything else today, please, I am so tender, I can still feel like he is inside me. Please just lick me”

I was just shocked, crestfallen, I was so horny and yet Cara had denied me. She had got what she needed and I was being left high and dry, dry being perhaps the more operative word for me. Even with the denial though, I started to relive some of the last few minutes, the sights the sounds, that combined with some of the words of Ophelia, about being careful with this idea as I may not always be in control.

It was with those thoughts and the sight of Cara’s pussy still seeming to more and twitch ever so slightly, that I managed to achieve another orgasm, but as expected it was not entirely pleasurable as the physical result was there but without the cum.

Almost immediately the post orgasm blues washed over me. I looked over and caught sight of myself in Cara’s dressing table mirror. Kneeling on the bed, naked with my shrunken dick in my hand, and Cara content in her own little world after her own amazing orgasm. And there on the bed between a prone Cara and a kneeling husband was the dark shape of Leon. 8inches of man made rubber that had denied me access to my own wife’s pussy.

That night we cuddled again like we had when we first got together, aware that we had shared an intense experience, one that had taken our sex life to another level. We seemed to be ramping the ideas up all the time now. It was the same over the rest of the weekend. Cara & I playing with Leon, or as it happened, mostly Cara playing with Leon by herself as I watched. Leon would never fail, as I came to realize I had done on so many occasions. He always brought her to shattering orgasms and I was left to masturbate.

To some extent it seemed right, for me to kneel by Cara’s side as she basked in the glow of orgasm after orgasm, as I played with my dick. Occasionally she would reach out and cup my balls. She would smile at me and tease me with soft words. There was always a look of love in her eyes as she urged me on. Always gentleness in her touch as she urged me on, telling me to cum, telling me how good Leon had made her feel and thanking me for my gift.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Mon Oct 08, 2018 6:04 am

Progression – Like a Duck to water!

That first weekend with the “fake” Leon seemed to really open Cara’s eyes….and her pussy! Besides the fact that she was using her present a couple of times each day, she had watched me wank my dick to the sight of her doing so many times. It must have made her appreciate how much I enjoyed seeing her so well satisfied, and how much I enjoyed the thrill of seeing another cock in her beautiful pussy.

In order to keep her on the path to fulfilling my fantasy I always made sure I told her how sexy she looked and how much it turned me on. In turn she thanked me for giving her such a gift and we cuddled so much. The presence of a new toy had brought back the spark to our love life. Our play before had been great but it was onto another level now. Cara seemed to love going round almost naked. Many times over the course of the weekend and indeed, the next week, I found my lovely wife reclining on the sofa in some sexy little bra and panty set I had bought her, or watching TV or surfing the net whilst in a flimsy baby doll just before bed. Well I say just before be, but really just before Leon came out of the bedside locker!

It seemed that our openness had brought back Cara’s confidence, her pleasure at knowing how sexy I found her, the knowledge that even after our years of marriage she was a desirable woman. It also resulted in her realising that I got off on the whole idea. As she cooed after her own orgasm she often talked about how great Leon’s cock was as I wanked by her side. She even on the odd occasion really teased me by placing it alongside my dick and commenting on the difference. Of course she noted how this caused me to twitch and smiled as she saw me close my eyes and then stare at her recently filled pussy.

“You’re as such a bad hubby, getting off wanking that small dick as your wife takes a huge black cock”, Those words simply added fuel to the fire. She had turned me on no end when she had practically begged me to fuck her with Leon on that first night, but now she seemed to be developing on her own. Almost like a switch had been flicked on. She realised how the idea worked. She got all the pleasure she wanted and I assisted and watched most of the time.

It must have been almost a week on from that first night that we unwrapped the present that I fully realised how much of the idea Cara had taken on board. I was a little late getting home from work after being snarled up in traffic. On my entry all seemed normal, the house was its usual warm welcoming place. The smell of food wafted from the kitchen and Cara had some music playing. However, Cara was not about downstairs. Climbing the stair s and nearing the bedroom I could hear the unmistakable sound of an approaching orgasm!

I seemed to time it perfectly as I reached the door I saw a truly beautiful sight. Cara was splayed on the bed, the sheets all crumpled. Although she only had the bedside lights on I could see her eyes closed, one nipple standing proud, the other being massaged and tweaked by her delicate hand. The other hand rhythmically moving back and forth, using Leon to take her over the top to her own delight.

It appeared that she had been drawn to play with herself, to play with “Leon” as by her side on the bed lay her laptop. I could only assume that she had been browsing some kinky site and had felt an overwhelming desire to cum.

I stood at my own bedroom door watching a truly beautiful sight. The woman I had married some years ago becoming the woman of my dreams. Not that I had not adored her and worshipped her before, but the development with Ophelia’s aid, the progression in our play had all helped, had all added to my love for her. It was a bizarre scene, like I was a stranger in my own house, standing almost secretively in the doorway, half hidden, watching an intimate moment.

Cara’s hand kneaded her breasts, tweaked her nipples and roamed over her body. Her other hand continued to move “Leon” in and out. Cara’s body was undulating, her back arching and as she worked she drew her knees upwards to allow her to lift her hips upwards. Needless to say my own dick was now becoming uncomfortable and I had to open my flies. The sight before me was one of my dreams, albeit with Cara using a toy rather than it being a real man.

As her toy bottomed out and Cara held it firmly in place she bucked once more and uttered the single word. A word that despite the fact that I had only a couple of seconds before, started playing with my dick, caused me to spurt instantly. With her breathing deeply and body glistening with a sheen of perspiration, Cara called out…”Leeeonnnn”, and with that her hips sank back onto the bed, her hands, more easily now moved across her breasts, caressing them now. Her eyes closed as she was lost in her post orgasmic thoughts of Leon’s big black cock. In the soft lighting of our marital bedroom my beautiful wife was slowly coming down from an amazing orgasm.

Meanwhile, me her wannabe cuckold husband, was standing in the door way, dick hanging limply from the flies of my trousers. My own cum partly on my fingers, and looking down I could see the majority of my issue slowly sliding down our bedroom door. Whilst Cara lay comfortably on our bed , still feeling Leon’s hard cock in her, still feeling his albeit artificial presence, I stood there and started to feel shame, guilt and a degree of fear. I felt like a peeping tom. I had spied on Cara’s intimate moments and had cum in a matter of seconds.

I watched as Cara slowly allowed the toy to slip out of her. From my vantage point I could see it shine in the light of the bedside table. Slick with her pussy juice, I was instantly jealous of that piece of plastic, jealous that it had been able to go so deep inside Cara, deeper than I had ever managed, and performed better than I had ever managed. It slipped out and Cara exhaled and I could see her body sort of shiver as it exited her pussy.
For an instant I could see her pussy, open exposed, reddened form the play, but open none the less. I had seen pictures online of pussies that had been stretched open by large cocks, and had often played with myself picturing it being Cara. I wondered whether it would look the same if the real Leon got inside her?

Still intently gazing at my wife, I realised that despite my shame my cum covered fingers were once again playing with my dick. The image in front of me had me excited again. The shame of getting off on Cara masturbating was added to by my shame as I saw her puffy lips and wondered, almost wished that I was seeing her lovers cum slowly oozing from her stretched pussy.

My finger and thumb were all that were needed to start work on my hard on. Even with the pinch grip I had they slid slightly, lubricated by the cum left on my fingers from the most recent jerking. Cara reclining on the bed, her hand running smoothly over her breasts and in her blissful state her other hand slowly rubbing her tummy and slipping ever closer to her pussy. It moved past her belly button and then reached the top of her small patch of hair before alighting just at the top of her slit.

As her left hand sneaked down and her index finger slowly started to apply pressure to her clit I continued to tease my own little button. Once again as she played her knees rose to afford her more movement.
It was only then as I focused on her legs and feet, that I felt that I had been smacked across the face. I must have let a gasp out of me as Cara stopped her teasing and rubbing and looked up.

I was caught! Although I was partly in darkness, she would have been able to see me, and see that I had been spying on her.

“Come on in my little pervert” she said with a girlish giggle. All of a sudden the shame that had been there before was intensified a hundred fold as I pushed the door open and revealed myself. My proud 4 ½ inches standing out in front of my pants. The tip reddened and slick from my furtive masturbation.

“Mmmmm I can see someone has been a naughty boy and been watching a real cock at work!” I could only offer a week smile as I walked towards the bed, and tried to mutter an apology for being sneaky. As I neared the bed, the shock factor was evident. I stared at her face, then her pussy and then my eyes were drawn to her feet, and her hands now. I think I had been so mesmerised by her pussy and the toy that I had missed what was right and bright in front of me.

Cara saw the path of my eyes and wiggled her toes. “You like lover?” She lifted her hands as my eyes met hers, and waved them in front of me. “I didn’t know you had such a thing for bright red nail polish, if I did I would have had them all done like this long ago”.

I think Cara mistook my hard dick and almost mute countenance for complete arousal. Little did she know that in those last few moments I had been transported back to Ophelia's chambers and was recalling her words……..

……“as it will be a sign that she wants to please her stud…I don’t think I had mentioned that Leon loves to see his wives with nicely painted nails”.

Oh my god! Cara had never done this before, never appeared to want to be so flash and have such bright nails, and here it was, ideas that Ophelia had played with, ideas that she said Leon liked, and here was Cara now flaunting them and getting off on a fake Leon!

“I’m sorry Robbie, but I couldn’t help myself”, she said as she propped herself up on one elbow. Her red painted and manicured nailed hand reaching out and touching the end of my dick as I reached the side of the bed. Stroking it, making it as hard as it had ever been she simply mmmmm’d. “So is it my nails you like or was it seeing your naughty wife taking a big black cock whilst you could only watch from the doorway?” The slight thrust of my hips told her I loved it.

“And did my lil cuck hub shoot all over his hand watching that big black cock so deep in his sweet lil wifey”. Cara seemed to be covering new ground all the time. Her words were spoken in soft seductive tones yet almost also mocking. It was not lost on me that she also seemed to be emphasising the words, big black cock!

Cara, stopped her stroking, and gripped my dick and pulled me towards her, down onto our bed. She pulled me close and kissed me deeply and passionately. I could only respond and take my beautiful sexy wife in my arms. Sinking to the bed, we held each other our lips remained locked together for what seemed like ages. The passionate snogging like our dating days was only broken by Cara, who simply looked into my eyes and smiled. “Lick me now robbie, soothe my pussy and show me how much you love this idea”. With that I felt one of her hands on my shoulder, helping me on my way down to her recently ravaged pussy.

Again my cuck dreams, all the stories I had read had prepared me for this. They had me hard as a rock at the idea, and even though I knew there was nothing waiting for me down there I was still filled with trepidation. The sheer symbolism of Cara knowing that she had just been using “Leon” and was now having me go down on her now.

Of course, I complied, willingly, wanting to see Cara’s recently filled pussy, wanting to lap away symbolically at it. As I reached my goal, I had to move “Leon” as he was sitting there between Cara’s legs, still shiny with her wetness. Picking him up, I handed him to Cara, “Somehow I think you have taken to Leon like a duck to water”.

“Mmmmmm, it sure was an excellent present, surprising, but excellent none the less, and it sure has made me feel so so sexy, but less of the talk lover boy, get that skilled tongue of yours working, I want a wonderful orgasm from my husband, not from some toy”.

Cara’s hands smoothed my cheeks and combed through my hair before slowly, gently but also firmly pulling my face towards her reddened recently filled pussy. “I love you Robbie” was all I heard before her thighs moved around my ears and cut of the rest of her sentence. I planted a delicate kiss on her pussy before slowly bringing my tongue upwards lapping from top to bottom and producing an appreciative movement of her hips and hands.

The initial ardour of my tonguing and the grip of her thighs subsided as I steadily worked my way around her pussy. Her lips, her clit, her open pussy which it felt like I could fit my whole tongue into. As she held my head in place and cooed, and moaned she started telling me how I had come to find her in that position.

“You see lover boy, I was at the gym and a few of us girls were working out and watching some of the hunks”, the idea that one of them could be Leon caused me to speed up, something that was not lost on Cara!

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Mon Oct 08, 2018 6:06 am

Progression- Like a Duck to water ….Cont’d

"Mmmmm you like that idea don't you....mmmmm, keep going and I shall tell you more", well what else was I going to do? This was playing to all my dreams again, having my wife teasing me, playing with my mind and getting off herself.

"Yes, we watched them working out, watched their muscles, their toned bodies, the bulges in their pants". Cara's hands held me firmly in place and told me she was revelling in this moment, and her slickness aided by my tongue showed her pussy loved it aswell. "The girls I was with told me that the Olu, the black guy had already seduced one of the other female members", at this point I became aware that Cara's breathing was getting deeper and her words slower and more laboured, "and you know what robbie........mmmmmmm......she was........mmm....mmmarrieddd".

It seemed that the last idea, the last word along with her play with the fake Leon, had all combined and sent Cara over the top. She was lost in the moment, in the intensity of one long hard orgasm. She must have forgotten herself as her hands gripped my hair, gone was the playful fondling, stroking of my hair. This was about her and her pleasure. She gripped my hair tight, pulling it almost painfully as her hips bucked. This in itself caused her now sopping pussy to be pushed roughly into my face, my mouth, my nose. For a good 30 seconds or so she flexed, moaned, her body moving out of control until the release of my hair signified her calming.

After a couple of moments Cara had settled and I slowly moved my way up the bed until I was next to Cara. Holding her, running my hands over her body she embraced me and brought her lips to mine. Despite thoughts of Olu getting her off we reconnected. As our lips locked and Cara's tongued snaked into my mouth I suddenly realised what was happening. Cara was passionately kissing me! this may have appeared to be perfectly natural given what had just happened but I realised that she was doing so straight after me eating her pussy. She had always shied away from letting me kiss her immediately after I had done this before, yet here she was seemingly intent on ensuring she tasted herself on me!

Breaking our kiss Cara looked lovingly into my eyes and simply mouthed, "thank you", she then looked down and saw my dick standing to attention. Running her hands down my body and over the small hairs indicating it had been a week since Ophelia had balded me, she reached my dick. Gently she ran her hand over it, around it, cupped by balls and slowly teased me. I think I was as hard as I had ever been.

"You love all the talk don't you robbie, you love the idea of watching me take a well hung stud into my pussy". Her teasing hand continued its devious mission as she said this. "Your little dick tells me this and shows me you love it as much as I do". there it was, out of her sweet lips came her admission that she loved the idea. "Can I tell you something?, can I tell you something really naughty about your sweet wife?" The moan that escaped my mouth told her she had me the first time she asked the question.

"With all the talk from the girls, finding out that Olu is something of a stud I couldn't help myself at the gym, you see I had to have a little play with myself there, It felt so naughty and sexy" Cara, was taking her time telling me this. Speaking ever so slowly, allowing every word to sink into my mind. For them to be processed and the ideas transmitted down to my dick. It was there that she was getting her answers. "The girls at the gym told me, and I couldn’t help myself, they told me how Olu liked to seduce married ladies in particular, how he liked to get into their minds and how he liked to cuckold the poor unsuspecting husbands".

Was it me or did she place a special emphasis on the word cuckold? Or was that just my perverted mind? Either way I didn't quite care as my own orgasm was quickly approaching. "One of the girls also told me that Olu loves his women to prepare themselves especially for him, he loves to have them do things that appear normal but show that they want to please him". Cara's hand, well her first two fingers and her thumb to be precise, slowly worked themselves up and down my dick, trying to coax my orgasm from me, teasing me with the idea that Cara could be that woman that had been seduced.

"Mmmm look at my hand on your dick robbie, does that look good? Do you like my soft hands stroking you talking about hung studs and married ladies? "I think you love the idea, or why else would you have given your sweet innocent little wife such a naughty present?" Cara, could tell by my breathing that it wouldn’t be long before she worked her magic, "Look at that hand, look at those fingers stroking that small dick". As instructed I watched, focussing on her hand and what it was doing, on the nails, dismissing the use of the word small, as it was lost in a moment.

"and do you know what he lovely little thing he likes his women to do for him? Can you think robbie? mmmm he likes them to have their nails painted bright red". Well that did it, I immediately exploded all over my stomach and Cara's hand. Even though I had spilled my cum over the door some minutes earlier, I seemed to twitch and jerk as much as a usual first cum. It was the idea of Cara having painted her nails FOR Olu, or Leon or whoever, the fact that she had done so to play with me. It took me over the edge and it was the last image I saw before I closed my eyes and was lost to one of the best orgasms ever.

Well with both of us having had amazing orgasms the next hour or so was spent in a sort of fog. We simply cuddled and bonded. We smooched like teenagers again and dozed in a loving haze. An hour or so later we began to relive the recent events. We now giggled and laughed together about how kinky we were and how respectable middle aged married couples shouldn’t behave in such a manner. That though didnt stop Cara from fondling my dick! In our playful mood Cara explained that some of what she had told me had been true, that she had heard whispers about Olu and other ladies and that he liked to have them apply the nail polish. However, he had no actually been at the gym today, and it was Cara surfing that had got her so horny. She told me she had been surfing the net a little since we had started our play, and especially since the toy had come on the scene. She told me that she had discovered a story site called Literotica and alot of other sites which showed that we were not the only couple that got off on the whole idea. I laughed and called her a naughty little wife and tried to feign ignorance of the existence of some of the sites she mentioned. She had sure been busy, and the reading went a long way to explain her sexy attire and actions over the past week.

A little food and some wine made for a fine evening following a more than fine home-cumming! ...and once again Cara headed off to bed before me as I did the final nights lock up routine. On reaching the bedroom, as if I had not had enough surprises that day, I was faced with a smirking Cara sitting on the bed brandishing a razor and a can of shaving cream. "We can't have you getting all untidy down there now can we, after all you went to so much effort to make him appear nice and big for me...come on chop chop, lets get you all spick and span". Within minutes I was watching the almost surreal sight of Cara kneeling before me in our en suite as she first lathered up my privates and then delicately removed the small traces of stubble that had built up over the last week.

It was a satisfied and smirking face that looked up at me once she had towelled me dry. "there now, just as a dutiful hubby should be, all nice and tidy for his wife, now come on lover boy lets get to bed". A quick couple of playful tugs of my dick and Cara was away and bouncing on the bed leaving me to clean my teeth before joining my little minx.

After both of us having busy weeks and after our earlier physical exertions I wasn't sure if Cara, or I for that matter were up for yet more play, but the recent shaving, yet another first for us, suggested otherwise. As I joined my sexy lady in bed she flicked the television on and shifted herself over so she was cuddled in close to me. Positioning herself on her side, and nestled into me, my arm around her shoulder her hand once again started to roam over my once again smoothe body.

With her other hand she flicked through the channels and alighted on some travel programme. This must have caused her to connect our recent bedroom antics with the previous discussions about her forthcoming birthday and conference. "Just think robbie, after all the fun we have had of late, all the playing in bed, we could maybe try and be even more naughty when we go away for my birthday". I smiled and gazed into her eyes when I heard this and realised that although we had discussed the idea of going away prior to her conference, we had not hinted at doing anything vaguely kinky whilst away. I know that had been high on my to do list for the trip, but it was great to hear Cara vocalising it also.


"Yes, I had thought the same thing, and had in fact already got you a little treat for the event", Cara perked up at this and that beautiful smile came to her face once again. "Well lover boy, if it is anything like the last treat you bought me we are going to have a fun time". With that she once again leant in and kissed me lovingly and deeply. As she snuggled in close to me and turned the television off she reaffirmed her love for me and ran her hands over my body, giving my freshly bald pubic area some attention. With that final act of titillation I settled for the night and closed my eyes.


Thinking that was it for the night, after some terrific play, some shame in being caught spying and jerking and especially after the shock and fear induced by the sight of the new crimmister nails Cara sported I was pretty spent both physically and emotionally. Warm in bed thoughts of the intensity of our play ran through my mind. I marvelled at how first Ophelia and now Cara were able to really heighten this idea by messing with my mind. Those mental digs whilst sweet & delicious were also extremely painful. I thought back to how I felt when Cara had almost ordered me to fuck her with the fake Leon, to how Ophelia had played me over the gym membership and then the coincidence of the nail colour. It was after these thoughts that I came to the decision that this really had to stay a fantasy between Cara & I. I had felt the shame earlier in the night with a simple toy, and thought how many more times that shame would be intensified if it really were to happen and the real Leon were to have the chance to seduce Cara. Yes, I would contact Ophelia in the coming days and thank her for her broadening my, no our horizons, but that she had crystalized my thoughts and feelings and roleplay it would stay.


A feeling of calm contentment settled over me and I started to drift off to relax. However, it appeared that whilst I was having these thoughts over my development and future position, so had Cara. My calm contentment was shattered as she whispered to me, "Mmmm I forgot to tell you of an amazing coincidence that I discovered at the gym today, it was amazing really, it seems that Olu, is actually short for Oluwaleon, which is almost Leon....imagine, now what are the chances of that"!!!!!
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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Mon Oct 08, 2018 6:07 am

Progression - Best to keep it as fantasy?

It was a fitful night’s relax following all the eroticism of the recent few hours. My dreams were filled with erotic images of Cara lost in passionate embraces with Leon. Leon tossing her about and taking her to heights of passion that I could never achieve. Images of Cara's moans and words coming from her mouth that would never have been spoken prior to me opening Pandora's box.

Waking was little better as I would gaze at the ceiling wondering what the hell I had unleashed. I would look at the beautiful face beside me and marvel how lucky I was to be married to her and question my sanity for introducing the role-play into our bedroom. I could see her breathing softly, possibly lost in her own dreams of Olu, or Leon or whoever. I could see her soft hands resting on the pillow beside me. The newly painted crimmister nails almost taunting me as to my inadequacies and foolishness in starting down this path.

At the same time "little robbie" would come to life and I would be consumed with ideas of Cara & I submitting to Leon. I would reach down under the covers and play with my hardness. Of course I would also feel my now smooth pubic area and be reminded of how it came to be done, who did it and when it was last done.

As so many different feelings ran through me I realised that I had nobody but myself to blame. It had been me that had first visited Ophelia, me that had confessed my desires and me that had returned knowing I was being taken deeper into the idea. I also realised that I was feeling what probably so many husbands before me had felt. That I had exhibited ignorance and almost an arrogance in thinking that this idea was mine and that I could control it.

Thinking back about that first session where Leon had attended, all the talk, the teasing about Leon visiting Cara's gym, that all was leading me to it becoming reality. Jeez, the stupidity of not realising that Ophelia may well have gone through my wallet whilst I was otherwise switch offd in session when she talked about Cara's picture in my wallet. It all seemed just like she was messing with my head.

As I slowly stroked myself I came to a decision. I had to stop this going any further. I had read enough stories and visited enough forums to know if we went further, if I allowed Cara to meet Olu/Leon in a more relaxed setting, one more conducive to taking this further, then I could lose any power to stop it at all. That thought, and the realisation that I was really playing with fire, the flames of which were being ably fanned by Ophelia, made me stop toying with myself and resolve to tell Ophelia that I would not be visiting her again.

I had to steel myself, control my urges and be happy with what I had at home. Ophelia had helped in making me realise I could trust Cara with any ideas I may have. I drifted off to relax after once again glancing at my beautiful wife and her crimmister nails. Content that I could and would regain control of this situation. That we could play with it in the privacy of our own home. Maybe even play with it on our imminent trip to Amsterdam, but that it would stay as OUR game and one that we would not invite others into. The idea of Cara opening her new lingerie box and us having an incredibly sexy time in Amsterdam was what allowed me to finally drift off to relax.

The following morning I woke to the wonderful feeling of my dick being stroked. It was one of those delicious feelings, slowly emerging from a relax and feeling sexy and alive yet safe knowing you are in your own bed. My eyes were still shut but I acknowledged the ministrations by lifting my hops to meet the slow hand movements. I felt Cara move closer to me and start nibbling on my ear. She gently blew into it and continued her hand movements. Her other hand slowly ran over my chest, gently teasing my nipples.

“Morning lover boy”, she whispered into my ear, “After all your wonderful attentions over the last week, I realised that maybe I was not paying my little hubbie enough attention, after all I don’t want you wandering off with some other little strumpet do I?” Those tender words whispered into my ear caused me to open my eyes as I turned my head to gaze into her eyes. I reached in to kiss her and lingered there thinking how god damn lucky I was to have this woman. A woman who had accepted my little kinks, who had seemed to embrace them and yet was paying me attention, thinking of MY needs.

“Lie back and relax lover boy, I want to pay little Robbie some attention”. She sure was sexy and whilst she had reverted back into the speak with the “little Robbie” comment there was no way I was gonna complain as her hand slid up and down my dick. Still it would allow me to push the idea of us playing some games when away in Amsterdam but also to reinpower the point that I didn’t really want her to make me a cuckold in reality.

As we broke the kiss Cara once again began her whispering in my ear. “Thank you Robbie for letting me experience the pleasure of a nice b i g b l a c k c o c k”, she took her time with this and sensed my pleasure as I responded and stiffened in her hand. “That toy and our new found ardour has made me feel so sexy”. Again I closed my eyes and let her words wash over me as her hand griped my dick more tightly.

“I hope that we will have a great time in Amsterdam and have some sexy ideas about how we can play with each other, I bet you will love that won’t you?”. The ideas and the play, and indeed all my reluctance to continue with the idea was ebbing away as I mmmmm’d my approval.

“Good, good, I am so glad to hear that, this whole idea gets me so worked up and I have so many naughty ideas that I think we can play out. Those story sites really do open girl’s eyes to some fun”. Her rhythmic hand movements continued in silence for a couple of seconds before she continued, “well maybe that should have been, opened a slut wife’s eyes?”. With that my eyes snapped open to see her beaming smile. My gaze was returned by her blowing me a kiss. “Mmmmmm Robbie, you love all this, now have a look at your dick, see how hard it is, excited that your naughty wife may actually get to sample some hung stud in the sin city of Amsterdam”.

Well, this was one hell of a wake up, I felt so so hard, and turned my gaze away from my bride, to my dick. Needless to say I had briefly forgotten her newly painted nails. It was wonderful to see yet also tinged with worry as the ideas that she had done this solely for Leon came to mind. But Cara was far to sensible to go too far, we had discussed this and had decided that we had to agree to going any further than role-play……and I was definitely not going to risk losing Cara, or access to her pussy to anyone, let alone a stud like Leon.

The talk and the hand movements combined with my own mind focussing on those nails had me on the edge. I could feel my legs starting to tense and my hips starting to twitch with Cara’s teasing. “Mmmmm I can tell you are close lover, are you thinking of your naughty wife taking some big stud at our hotel? Are you imagining these lovely painted nails wrapped around some large cock? Do you think my stud will love that I did it for him? Do you think Leon will love it?” That final bit did it for me, Cara, using Leon’s’ name, making all so real, linking the fantasy and the reality.

My hips rose as Cara stopped her hand movement yet still held my dick firm. Whether she did it by accident or design I didn’t know, but I shot my first jet of cum as she ended her sentence about Leon. At the same time as I felt that surge of passion, the surge of my cum escaping from my dick I closed my eyes lost in the moment, but not lost for long. My eyes opened again as I felt my own cum hit my chin! I heard a laugh from Cara as she let go of my dick just as my second shot issued forth, this time simply landing on my stomach.

For some reamister, the eroticism of the moment, of all the talk seemed to die away quickly as my final spurt joined the small pool by my belly button. The first shot slowly fell from my chin and started to slide down my neck. I think I was in a state of shock. The orgasm was amazing, intense and wonderful, yet the scene now was far from it. Cara was giggling away and yet I felt uncomfortable. I know I had eaten my own cum from Cara on more than one occasion, but this seemed so different, so strange and so wrong. The fact that Cara was laughing at it also somewhat took the edge of it.

"You bad boy, look at the mess you have made thinking of your wife taking a lover!", and with that she raised herself up and bounded off the bed disappearing into the bathroom. As I looked around the room for something to clean myself up I had a sudden realisation of what Cara had just said. We had played with the idea of another guy, had played with the toy but had never talked about a lover, A LOVER! The idea of it being a regular thing. Perhaps I was reading too much into an off the cuff comment, maybe this was cuck angst or paranoia, either way, I was thinking too much about simple things, almost obsessing about small matters. Then again, it was my obsessing that had got me this far.

Cara returned from the en suite with some tissues and assisted in my clean up. All the while cooing away and chuckling about the power of my ejaculation and saying how impressed she was that I had almost reached my mouth. As she finished and headed back to dispose of the tissues she cut me once again. "I reckon Leon would have had no problems hitting his face, after all there would be less distance to shoot!". With that she was gone, wrapped in her dressing gown, down the stairs to sort out breakfast.

I lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling thinking more and more about events. I realised that I did love and get off on the sort of comments that Cara had just made. the idea of her rubbing it in that he was a bigger and better, the idea that he was such a stud and could command a woman. That said, it hurt, some of the comments cut me, the sight of the fake Leon on the bed between her legs coated in her juices. The fact that she had had her nails done "for him". They got into my mind and made me appreciate, or at least think that I could appreciate how a husband who was cuckolded for real would feel.

As Cara pottered around down stairs making the breakfast I resolved that I would ring or email Ophelia to tell her of my current mindset and thank her for her help but also say that I thought it best that I not visit her again. I suppose this was down to the fear that she had taken me on a journey of fantasy but had brought it ever so close to reality.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Mon Oct 08, 2018 6:08 am

Progression- Best to keep it as fantasy continued

To say that it was a shock to be getting a mail from Leon was an understatement, especially as I had spoken with Ophelia and told her that I was giving up my idea of making my cuckolding a reality.

On opening the mail I was left in even more of a state of shock, combined with a degree of fear & excitement and a small side order of shame. Leon, it seemed was sold on the idea of becoming Cara's bull, to such an extent that he was not so keen on letting me off the hook.

Ohu,
I am a little surprised and upset following a telephone conversation with my cousin a short time ago!
She, my cousin, your Omolara tells me, that after all the time and effort, not forgetting the patience and expertise that she has honoured you with, you have decided that you no longer wish to follow through on your long held desires.
From all that I have heard about you and all that I have seen of Cara, I can only say that I am extremely disappointed that you have turned away from something that would have changed your lives. I say changed, but perhaps I could also have used the words, enriched, enlightened or blessed.
I can understand how you may fear how your relationship, or more precisely how your role within your relationship would change, should Cara decided that she wanted and needed me as her lover, but feel that you should stop thinking of yourself.
You should demonstrate your trust, your love and devotion to Cara, by giving her what she needs, and from what I observed, is obviously missing in the bedroom!
You must also understand that this idea is not something to fear, but something to welcome, a chance to fulfil your innermost desires, to be able to be free and enjoy an intimacy that most couples cannot understand and would never have the opportunity to experience. It is an idea that would not be thrust upon you, but one which would be entered into freely by your Cara
I say Cara, as it is she who will determine if you do take the leap into this lifestyle as it is she who has what we all seek!
I am sure that your Omolara has told you something of my experience with other couples such as you & Cara. In any of my dealings with wives and other Ohu's like you, I always consider what each of the parties want and need. I can tell you now Ohu, that I know that you need this, you need to experience the joys of knowing that you are giving your lady, your bride the chance to let go and enjoy pleasures beyond those which a marriage can provide.
Being the considerate and benevolent Oba that I am, I shall honour you and grant you that wish. I say considerate in that I shall not make any attempts to seduce Cara without HER acceptance of the idea, without HER willingly giving herself to me and making that conscious decision to make you the cuckold of your dreams.
That said, I expect that YOU WILL be a good Ohu and accept that this was meant to be, and not do or say anything that will prevent Cara from making HER own decision, from opening the door to unknown pleasures. I know that you may still question whether this is really what you want and whether you should divert Cara's thoughts from anything connected to this. However, I know that you will be a good Ohu and not stand in Cara's or your Oba's way.
I should also add that I still have to return that memory card to you. I was viewing it the other day and I have to say it does hold some very interesting images of our first meeting. As you have stated that you no longer plan on visiting your Omolara perhaps you would like me to drop it round to your house or maybe I could pass it to Cara when I next see her at the gym?

I look forward to hearing from you with your thoughts on the matter.

Your Oba
Leon

Now some may think that I was stupid getting myself into this situation in the first place, but I am not stupid enough to miss the implied threat that was Leon's final dig at the end of his mail. I sat stunned for a minute, fearful of what on earth Cara would think if she ever got to see those images taken in Ophelia's chambers. How would she look at me? What would she think of me for playing such games behind her back? Would she think I had been up to other stuff? I couldn’t risk that and realised I would have to try and placate Leon. I would have to respond and do as he asked, after all, he was claiming to be considerate, saying that he would not do anything unless it was Cara who wanted it.

I thought longer and harder about that and was confident form our games that Cara knew that they were just that, games. That we had found something that turned us both on but that it was something that would stay just between the two of us. I know that I had told Cara that I didn't want to wreck what we had and make it a reality, and I recalled Cara had acknowledged my wishes.

We have love, we have trust, and we also had an understanding. As long as I didn’t do or say anything that gave Cara the green light then there would be no problem and Leon would have to honour his promise not to do anything unless it was Cara who took the lead.

The weekend over, back at work I mailed Leon to thank him for his consideration and also his courtesy in accepting that any decision on making our play real was down to us. I didn't want to appear rude or risk his ire by being too confrontational about what I saw as his threats to expose my visits to Ophelia to Cara.

It was after mailing him that my thoughts turned to our impending trip to Amsterdam and the idea that we could play some games there. I knew I already had the lingerie to play the scenes and to make Cara feel sexy, and thought that it would be hot if Cara had a couple of new outfits for the trip. I started surfing and came across some dresses that I thought would fit the occasion. Besides lingerie I was surprised to find that Victoria’s Secrets also sold dresses and settled on and ordered a couple that I thought would give off the air of sophisticated and sexy.

As soon as I placed the order I couldn’t believe how hard I was. Images of Cara dressing in her lingerie, lingerie chosen by Ophelia with a bull in mind. Of her standing there showing herself off for me and telling me that the next time that the sexy stuff saw the light of day it would be for her lover.

Why was it I was getting off on the idea so much? Just thinking about objects, items of clothing, lingerie and dresses had me all excited. I pictured Cara in one of the dresses I had purchased, it was called “The date dress”, very apt I thought. The colour had been called “sparkling red” and it has a plunging neck line with a nice pulled in waist and belt appearance. The skirt was flared out and would allow for her to swing her hips and maybe a glimpse of stocking top as it rose up. Just above the knee, so not too slutty, hopefully enough to catch some horny studs eye in the hotel bar.

I recalled buying that sexy Gracya basque, and thought that without the straps it would go wonderfully under the date dress. Without the straps it would be perfect and then some sexy stockings and a pair of heels. I reckoned Cara would be able to pull any man lucky enough to be in the bar.

I then thought how hot it would be getting back to the room. Cara leading me by the hand after I had successfully “picked her up in the bar”. Seeing her stripping off, helping her disrobe and maybe seeing her change into that La Perla babydoll. I also thought that it had been a good thing that Ophelia had had the items gift wrapped. Had they not been so well wrapped and impressive looking then I know I would have simply handed them to Cara for a simple gift. No these items were going to make the trip special. They would make Cara feel romantic alive, sexy and hopefully a little kinky.

These thoughts caused me to start playing with my dick and got my wannabe cuck fantasies flowing again. How quick I was to return to the idea, even though I realised that I mustn’t allow myself to get so into it as to risk it becoming real.

I started thinking that maybe it would be better if I left Cara to dress in private, to be denied that delight and torment. To simply get to image that she was dressing for her lover. It would of course allow me plenty of time to find a good spot in the hotel bar. To allow me to gaze upon my sexy bride as she made her entrance. To watch all the faces of the other men in the bar as they see her walk in and imagine that they all want her. Knowing that she is mine and that they can try and chat her up, but that she would be heading for a hotel room with me.

It was ideas and plans like this that made this whole thing worthwhile. Knowing that we could play in safety yet play in public. I realised that I would have great difficulty hiding my erection once we were in the hotel bar, and wondered how many other men would be feeling the same as me, but would be having to head to their rooms on their own and relying on their own hands to give them pleasure.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Mon Oct 08, 2018 6:09 am

Progression – Amsterdam

The day had arrived and I woke to once again see Cara disappearing into the bathroom in those redy PJ's. The en suite door was closed behind her and unusually I heard the lock click and then the faint sound of the shower and the soft tones of Cara singing. I couldn't be sure, but thought it could have been "Tulips from Amsterdam". Damn I loved this woman! and she was determined to deny me the sight of her sexy body and keep me horny until we got to there.

Rising and heading down stairs and sorting the breakfast out Cara eventually appeared. Wearing only one of her shortish robes she was teasing me again. The robe did not even reach mid thigh, and revealed those gym and ward toned legs, legs that would have suited a 25 year old let alone a woman about to turn 40. But for the games we had been playing of late I would probably not have noticed, well that and the fact that the last week had left me as horny as hell, she had the robe just loose enough to give that hint of cleavage that entices a man and leaves them wanting to see more. Sitting at the breakfast bar on one of the stools, she crossed her legs and caught me staring as I tried to catch a basic instinct moment. A smile came across her face as she lifted her coffee cup seductively to her crimmister lips. "Now now big boy, you have to wait until Amsterdam to see the goods".

The next couple of hours flew by as we did last minute packing and straightened the house for our departure. As per usual, as most men will appreciate, I stood at the foot of the stairs waiting for Cara to finish her dressing/packing. The wait however, was well worth it as my beautiful wife appeared at the top of the stairs. She had obviously wanted to make an impression, and not just on me!

From my lowly position I could see the boots first of all, dark brown and rising to just below her knees. A heel which must have been at least 3 inches added to her appeal. Above the boots my eyes saw tights, or were they? No, upward further the angle afforded my eager eyes the sight of a darker band signifying...stockings! Only a glimpse of stocking top mind, even with the angle, but denied the sight of her panties by a skirt which just was sensible yet sexy and provided that mix between satisfaction and frustration. I am sure so many could appreciate that. Short enough to give that hint of what is underneath yet teasingly long enough to deny you what you want!

Although my eyes rested for some time on the legs and skirt I saw that the ensemble was completed by a vest top that showed off her gym toned figure. The deep red of the top matched that of her nails and also showed off to wonderful effect her amazing cleavage. I surmised that Cara had invested in lingerie that made the most or enhanced what she had already been blessed with, as she looked to be bigger up top than I ever recalled.

Cara took her time coming down the stairs, knowing the effect she was having, knowing that she was playing to my image of what a hotwife should be, and of the possibilities this would provide for the weekend. Each step down the stairs and the movement of her legs provided those little glimpses of bare thigh that delighted me and gave me a sight of something she had been denying me for the last week.

Reaching the bottom step she stopped and with a mischievous grin on her face she reached her hand out, beckoning me forward.

"Well my dear hubby, I can see from your expression that you like how your hotwife looks, I was hoping you would approve and hope that lots of hunks over there will think the same".

"God Cara, you look so damn sexy, I love it and I love you", I said this as I took her outstretched hand, bowed my head and kissed the outstretched hand. At the same time, taking in the nails and the delicious smell of her perfume. The mix of sights and smells, I recognised the expensive Jo Malone, Pomegranate Noir I had bought Cara on our last anniversary.

"Good, I'm so glad to hear that robbie, I love you too, and I want you to now kneel before me, as I have a little surprise for you that I think you are going to love". Of course, I was on my knees almost before the last word left her lips, thinking I was going to get abit of that pussy that I had been denied for the last week.

Immediately in front of my face was Cara's pussy, hidden behind that tease of a skirt and no doubt some sexy little panties. Those nails came in to view and slowly curled under the hem of the skirt. "Is little robbie starting to get as excited as big robbie then", Cara just wanted to reinpower the idea of her pussy controlling my dick. The tops of her stockings came into view, then the red plastic clips of the suspender. I think it must have been an involuntary reaction but I think I licked my lips at that moment which brought about a little chuckle from Cara.

Ever so slowly the hem rose revealing more and more creamy white thigh. The little minx stopped. "I know little robbie will be twitching in a second", then with a final couple of seconds pause the hem lifted to reveal my surprise.

"I heart BBC", in red and black writing, there sitting directly over Cara's delicious pussy. The little white panties were smooth against her bald pubic mound, yet stated both Cara's desires and my desire for her.

Again, it must have been an involuntary reaction, or maybe one already hard wired into my latent cuck nature, but my head dipped and I lovingly kissed the panties, kissing the wording that appealed to my desires. The loving kiss was accompanied by a living stroking of my cheek as Cara enjoyed my presentation and playing to the moment.

The act done and the moment passed, I rose to me feet and took Cara in my arms and kissed her passionately. We exchanged words of endearment and headed out of the door to our few days of fun.

Some 5 hours later and our taxi dropped us off at our hotel. Cara dismissed the offers of help from the hotel bell boys and simply ordered me to carry the bags. I could tell she was in the zone, in the mood to play our ideas to the max. I think that it may have had something to do with her in-flight reading. Whilst I was being sensible with Dickens, I had caught Cara reading a couple of Loving Wives stories she must have saved onto her tablet. As we walked through the lobby of the hotel I caught a number of men eyeing Cara up. This filled me with excitement, but also a pride. That MY wife was attracting this attention fed my wildest fantasies, made me imagine that men were looking at her and desiring her. I also wondered how Cara was feeling, whether the in-flight reading coupled with the stares and attention were making those new panties moist.

Cara was taking on a new permistera. She led me into the hotel, took charge at check in, with me standing humbly behind her laden with bags. She delighted in flirting even at check in as the receptionist appeared to be of Caribbean or South American descent, I presumed maybe from Suriname to link in with being Dutch. Her attire and manner, and the sight of me laden down seemed to meet with some amusement by the receptionist. I was sure that he looked past Cara and fleetingly smirked at he made eye contact with me. Again, this fed my fantasies, being outed, people knowing what I was, or at least what I wanted to be.

Listening to the exchanges, I gathered that Cara was certainly flirting, and when the key to our room was handed over by the smooth talking receptionist, I caught a touch of hands that seemed to last longer than was altogether necessary. This perception was cemented as I heard him offer his assistance if the was "ANYTHING at all that you require Mrs Devine".

Heading up to the room Cara seemed to have a renewed spring in her step. She held herself higher, her chest out, displaying her charms, her breasts, her legs. I was so in awe, so in love. I was aware of the grand surroundings, the ornate marbling of the lobby and the glass ceiling of the staircase. The surroundings were amazing, but I was more in awe of my sexy Cara.

Getting to our room and placing the bags down, I we embraced. We held each other close and kissed passionately. It brought back memories of our first times together, the ardor of a new relationship, the lust for each other, and yet this was years on. Even though we were about to play with the idea of inviting another into our play. To play with the idea of breaking our marital vows of fidelity, we were both filled with a desire to be together, and to have fun together.

The situation combined with the weeks denial caused the embrace to end as Cara burst out laughing mid kiss. Pushing me away she pointed down at my crotch which was tenting, well tenting as much as my small dick could!

"Down boy, down" Cara said as she laughed before giving me another little peck on the cheek and a playful rub of my crotch. Cara then told me she was going to the bathroom and told me to break out the duty free for her return and we could then plan our fun.

Over the next hour we drank firstly a nice cup of tea, followed by the duty free champagne that had chilled a little. We wondered whether the hotel may be abit grand or too upper class to play our planned games, but agreed that maybe it would be an easier option as the risks of encountering any ne’er-do-wells would be reduced. We also agreed that due to the excitement and the travel that tonight would just be relaxing. We would just get room service and relax before doing a little exploring....and playing in the morning. This we agreed was even more sexy as tomorrow was to be Cara's 40th, and as she pointed out, "Life begins at 40!". We raised our flutes to this and sank our takes as we both giggled with the anticipation.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Mon Oct 08, 2018 6:11 am

Progression – Life Begins at 40!

Bedtime in our suite had been yet another example of teasing as Cara had once again ensured that I was denied sight of any more of her body than that seen by all other men. Cara made ample use of the bathroom to keep me eager for the sight of her body, and eager for the chance to reclaim the body (and soul) that was mine by right of marriage. Needless to say though, she made sure that whilst she was demurely covered, that I had to parade around the suite naked as the day I was born. Indeed, the phrase was even more appropriate considering the Cara imposed hairless state.

The soft toweling robes hid all her womanly charms both before bed and the following morning. A morning that was greeted by the knock on the door advising that our breakfast had been delivered. As the waiter brought the trolley into the room, I went to our bags and retrieved my gifts (temporarily allowed to don a robe!). Placing them on view I decided to make Cara wait until after breakfast before she opened them.

I was delighted that the "date dress" brought a big smile to Cara's face, and she was positively beaming as I knelt before her and fastened the anklet. She stroked my head as if I were a small boy as I did so. "I bet your little dicky is hard as you do that isn't it robbie?". She then used her foot to move my robe so she could confirm her words and witness my stiffness. "I bet you will be hard almost all day knowing that other men are going to see your gift to me and know that I am a hotwife, and even more importantly thinking of you as my cucky husband". Getting into the spirit of the trip, and sinking slightly into sub space, I only murmured my acknowledgement and dipped my head and kissed the anklet.

Still holding her foot, the anklet glinting in the lights of the suite, the bright red nails contrasting with her pale skin, I was loving this play. I then brought out the Pandora necklace which again was met with cooing and a long deep kiss of appreciation. The same was true of the heels. Cara laughed that it seemed that almost all of the suitcase contained presents for her. She said this as she looked upon the delicately wrapped box that I knew contained the Ophelia inspired lingerie.

"I have been such a lucky girl today, you really have spoilt me, and I hope that in return I shall make you proud of me tonight when we play our games, but before we get there I am intrigued as to that last box".

The simple acknowledgement of its presence and my knowledge of its origins filled me with excitement, excitement derived from such an insignificant item, the excitement that I think only a cuck could receive, or maybe I was just unique in my kinks?

"Well, the birthday girl has her dress, has her jewellery and I think that we both know that there is only one thing missing to complete the ensemble?" We were both grinning like Cheshire cats at each other at this stage.

To keep the surprise and idea of the weekend I had to stop Cara from opening the beautiful pink gift wrapped box, "......But I want you to keep this for later, to open it just before we go down to the bar". I wanted the lingerie to be special, to imagine at least that the first permister to see her in it would be her lover.

Cara, nodded her head, understanding my thoughts, knowing that I wanted her to dress for her stud, to have the lingerie as a tease, and for it to appear that they were bought for her date and not as something for US or even for me. "Oh robbie, you are such a wonderful husband, and so kinky, so inventive, I think I understand and appreciate that a girls intimates are something for her and her lover to see and not something for her hus" .......Cara checked herself...."cuckys pleasure". With that Cara took the box, rose stroked my cheek again, and glided across the room. She placed the box on the bed and then disappeared into the en suite.

As Cara performed her morning rituals and showered, I was filled with excitement and felt the urge to share my feelings. Taking the tablet, I logged into my mail and composed a message to Ophelia. I had to tell her that we were actually here, had actually decided to take our roleplay into public. Of course I had told her all during one of my sessions, but that was all so long ago. I was excited about the fact that the play in our session, the purchase of the lingerie was meeting my own married world. That the idea of the lingerie being for a lover was going to be played out. I suppose part of me was looking for approval, for Ophelia to appreciate what a good little hub she had helped to mould, albeit, one who would never take it the full distance.

I pressed send and couldn’t believe that I had a hard on even from that action. I chuckled to myself and started looking through other mails. It must have only been 5 minutes, but I heard the ping of an incoming message and was delighted when I saw Ophelia's name in the inbox.

My cucky pride was boosted as Ophelia congratulated me on following through and also suggested I pass on her congratulations to Cara for taking these steps with me. I decided instantly that letting Cara know about Ophelia was never going to be an option! She said that she was impressed with Cara getting the nails and waxing and teased me about all the looks that she was going to get due to the anklet. The speed of her response must have caused her to hit a function button as she switched to bold type as said that she was certain that Cara would love the lingerie and that she was so so glad that I had saved the gift for this special occasion and that she was sure that the package would make the night one never to forget. She signed off by telling me that she hoped the play would be all I had dreamed it would be and that I had come a long long way. She said that to get the most out of it I had to trust Cara, and let her know that she had my trust. I found myself nodding my head in agreement as I signed off and readied myself for the day ahead.

An hour later and leaving our ornate hotel Cara and I walked hand in hand through the streets of Amsterdam. Every so often I squeezed her hand in appreciation and admiration for her. The little looks we exchanged made me so happy and filled me with excitement as I think the mutual loving feelings were shared. Feelings built on the trust in each other. I think the feelings were heightened and mixed with pride at walking beside her. A woman, now of 40, looking hot, as biased as I was I thought that others would think so and was looking to delight in those glances from other men. There was me in smart casual clothing whereas Cara was looking hot, even for daywear in a tunic dress and opaque tights. The 3 inch heels were set off by the new ankle chain standing out just above the straps.

After taking in some of the more cultural sights and a canal tour we had some lunch at a small canal side place. It was there that Cara said that this afternoon she wanted to get more into a kinky game playing mode, ready for tonight’s fun. Of course I wasn’t going to argue with this. Anything that added to the occasion was all good by me, and Cara had played the role of hotwife to a T so far.
Content with life and very much in love we headed off to what could be termed the "seedier" side of Amsterdam, although the side that many go for. The tourist crowds, groups of lads on stag do's and the odd inquisitive couple like us, browsing the shops bars clubs, and of course the windows.

Walking hand in hand Cara would squeeze my hand when she saw something that took her eye. A hot woman or guy, on one point she leant in and whispered whether I thought she would get much trade if she were in one of the windows. I could only kiss her cheek and assure her that there would be a constant stream of clients.

We then came to one of the many sex shops and Cara decided she wanted to go in. Passing into the store, it took a minute to get used to the lower light. It was warm, the subdued lighting added to the sexy/seedy feel of the place. There were walls full of magazines and DVD’s, then further back in the store were the toys in glass display cabinets. Vibes, dildos of all shapes, sizes. colours and made from different materials. An Aladdin’s cave of sexual paraphernalia, all designed to get someone off, and at this time, to get Cara & I hotter still.

As we browsed we moved deeper into the shop. Further in we started to find it was more kink related with cabinets showing all sorts of S/m play equipment. Rubber and leather wear, hoods, masks, leggings, harness', coats, whips, floggers. It was amazing stuff. Some I recognised from my visits to Ophelia, but even I was surprised and wondered what some of the stuff was for. If it was an eye opener for me then it must have been doubly so for Cara.

Differing things taking our eyes we ended up being separated. I perused the bdsm stuff wondering whether I would ever visit Ophelia again, or if Cara would ever get more into this sort of play. As I wandered I ended up scanning the rows of DVD’s and in particular the interracial and cuck related ones.

I was disturbed from my thoughts by Cara calling to me. Looking round I saw her standing by a counter talking to a pretty looking goth styled girl. Black clothing, black hair streaked with purple, tattoos and piercings. Cara smiled at me and beckoned me over. As I wandered over they broke from their conversation and the girl reached under the counter to retrieve something.

"Now robbie, Sabine here has been very helpful. I have explained to her that it is my birthday and that we have come to Amsterdam for a special weekend together". I think my face must have been a picture as Cara broke into a huge smile and glanced at the assistant before returning her gaze to my now blushing face.

"Ahh don't worry robbie, I am sure that you can appreciate that working here Sabine sees all sorts of things and nothing phases her". Sabine looked at me and gave me what I thought was a knowing smile. One that also gave the idea that she knew what I was into and that she would enjoy assisting Cara in teasing me.

"Now, robbie, I know that you have given me some wonderful presents already today, and (with a look and a wink directed at Sabine) who knows I may get something else large tonight". This brought a twinge of excitement to my crotch mixed with a further reddening of my cheeks. I must have shown this mixture of feelings as both the ladies smirked.

Sabine brought the item out from under the counter and laid it on the glass top. The small velvet type bag hit the glass with a slight clinking noise indicating there was something with a bit of weight inside.

Cara cast me a quick glance, gauging my expression knowing that I was wondering what on earth she had been discussing with Sabine. Then the pale white hand with black painted nails snaked inside the bag and removed its contents. Passing it to Cara, it was lifted and examined. The stainless steel next to those crimmister nails. Cara examined it briefly and looked over at me. The beautiful face with the beaming smile.

It was then that Sabine spoke. "Now this is called the jailbird, it can be custom made but this is the standard size that we stock, that being small" Once again these words were spoken whilst both ladies looked at me, waiting for my reaction. I knew what it was and was amazed that Cara was getting in to being so kinky, but realised that all the reading from Literotica and other sites must have opened her eyes and mind to such kinks.

Cara handled the item, studying it and holding it up, not only to view it but apparently so that others in the shop could see what she was looking at! "Yes small is fine and exactly what is required in this, err, his case". Wow I thought, as I squirmed a little, she really is playing this. "I think is exactly what I need to keep little robbie controlled, I think we will take it". Cara then turned to me once again and told me not to stand there doing my goldfish impression again, but pay the nice lady.

As I reached for my wallet Sabine spoke, "Ahhhh you are such a considerate and giving husband, I wish my boyfriend was like you, so many nice gifts on the ladies birthday, but giving her your chastity is so sweet".

Sweet! Wasn't exactly the words I was thinking at the time? Especially having seen the thing I realised how small it was and thought of how restrictive it could be. I knew that I had been locked up by Ophelia previously but that had been in a cb3000 which, considering my lack of size had been something on the "roomy" side. This jailbird was not even going to allow me erections. Something that I thought could be painful, especially considering our planned play tonight.
I wasn't exactly sure I was worthy of the praise from Sabine, as playing with the idea of chastity with Ophelia was one thing but actually having a device and the possibility of having my masturbation limited was another thing completely.

Once again, as I stood in front of the counter, and in front of this pretty goth style girl I had those mixed emotions, excitement tinged with shame and a degree of offense. Those feelings that I had got many a time surfing the net. Looking at pictures of dominant women, women or wives with hung lovers whether they were black or white. It didn’t matter, but I had sat there and played with myself many a time. Experiencing the thrill of "the idea" of playing these games for real with Cara. But it was only an idea, and not something I had ever thought would actually come true. Yet here I stood, actually being outed in public as being a small dicked hub. Of having a wife who wanted to lock me, but also of being a hub who accepted it and encouraged his wife to do this.......and more!
Sabine handed me back my card with a huge grin on her face and offered to wrap the item. It was then that Cara spoke again. "Actually Sabine, you have been such a help, and we are here to have fun.....well more me than robbie here, so I was wondering if there was anyway of wearing it away?" Sabine let out an audible giggle, and said "Of course, our changing rooms are at the rear of the shop. Please feel free to enjoy your present straight away". The hand reaching out pointed the way to the place of my confinement.

Leading the way, holding the velvet bag the three of us walked to the rear of the shop. The soft lighting, the warmth and the deep colours were combined with the smell of leather and latex coming from all the kink wear. It was like my fantasies, fed them, yet was now becoming a reality.

Sabine pulled back the curtain of the changing cubicle and advised that I could be fitted here. She then handed the bag to Cara and advised that it fitted on easily, but would be a better fit if I was to have all my pubic hair removed. She said that most chastised hubs had this done for fit and also as it befitted the role. Again Cara stunned me with her response. As if it were nothing out of the ordinary, and as if she had known and trusted this shop worker for many years she answered, "Oh we don't need to worry about that, I have him bald down there as it allows me to actually see what little he has". With that she ushered me into the changing room and told me jokingly to "drop 'em". Sabine chuckled to herself as she wandered off and as she seemed to have been doing constantly since she started chatting to Cara.

Entering the small room I turned and started to undo my belt as Cara removed the device from the bag. Taking the small padlock out of its small plastic pouch she removed the keys. Taking one off the small ring she placed it in her pocket. Looking me in the eye, she told me that she was going to put the other one onto her anklet. This sent a shiver through me as I realised that it was yet more symbolism. Others would know not only was she a hotwife, but that she kept me locked!
Cara entered the small room and closed the curtain. She approached and embraced me passionately. Our lips locked and we kissed. It was a kiss full of excitement at the play, at the way Cara had taken charge and enjoyed playing the role of hotwife. After some 30 seconds or so we broke as Cara started to feel my growing erection starting to press against her.

"Now now little man we can’t have that considering what we are about to do". She gave me another light peck on the cheek and assisted me in undoing my belt and helping my jeans fall around my ankles. There stood proudly my 4 1/2 inches. My pride and joy, that I had played with for years, about to be taken out of my control. Literally being taken out of my hands!

Well there was no chance of me being fitted in the state I was in, especially after a week of Cara imposed abstinence. Cara told me to wait where I was and to make sure there was no playing with myself. She told me she wanted this to add to the excitement of the evening, that she had read about this in some of the stories she had read and loved the idea of controlling her own and my sexual pleasure.

It was only a couple of minutes and Cara reappeared with what looked like a tea towel. She told me that Sabine had helped us out and provided some ice cubes from the shop freezer. Holding the ice filled towel to my dick and balls she told me that Sabine had commented that we weren't the first couple to be going down this path and that she understood how I was probably getting all excited at the prospect of giving my wifes pussy away.

Cara was once again teasing me, and if it weren't for the ice I am sure I would have been hard as a rock. The teasing hit me hard as I wondered whether Cara had actually told Sabine about what we planned, and whether Sabine really thought that Cara was going to cuckold me. I think Cara must have seen the confusion and alarm in my eyes as she told me not to worry.

I looked ahead of me as I felt the icy cloth being removed, not wanting to see my already small package reduced to its smallest possible state. Due to the ice I could only just feel what Cara was doing. The ring being fastened behind my balls was obviously and then came the effort to fit the cage. I had thought that it was small when I viewed it at the counter, but as Cara moved it around I realised exactly how small it was. Even in my frozen shrunken state Cara had to maneuver and squeeze me into the cage. Finally I felt the tugging cease and Cara reach out. The movement signified the moment she had the lock in her hands and the moment that she was taking physical control of my dick. She delighted in this moment and told me what she was doing. She was obviously loving the symbolism, the moment when she gained a power over me and most importantly when our games took on a more real feel.

Then…………………..Click

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Mon Oct 08, 2018 6:12 am

Progression – Life Begins at 40 cont’d

"mmmmmmm, lovely"

Despite the noise of the shop, the soft music being played the click seemed to be deafening, and the soft expression of satisfaction from Cara almost a scream.

Rising to her feet, Cara pulled my boxers and jeans upwards before yet another peck on the cheek. It felt odd fixing myself up and doing my belt, being firmly secured, not a spare bit of space and absolutely no chance of any degree of erection. As I finished Cara turned to exit and laughingly told me that I had better be good if I wanted to get out tonight.....or...after a brief pause for effect.....any time before I flew back to England.

As I exited the changing room I saw Cara & Sabine chatting and laughing by the till. As I approached they embraced, a sort of sisterly acknowledgement despite their brief meeting. Pleasantries over Sabine grinned at me and gave an obvious look at my crotch area. She commented to Cara that there didn't seem too much of a bulge with the jailbird to which Cara quickly responded, "Well there wasn't much of a bulge there before".

Cara then turned to me and held out her hand. Dangling from those teasingly painted crimmister tipped fingers was one of the keys to my chastity. Quickly winking to Sabine she told me that it was only right that I should be the one to attach it to her anklet. As she exchanged glances with the shop worker she said, "Well I was considerate enough to attach my gift to you, so it is only right that you attach your gift to me!"

With that she beckoned for me to kneel before her and then handed me the key before patting me on the head. I looked up from my kneeling position and saw Cara's face glowing. Her smile went from ear to ear. A surge of excitement at our games went through me. The fact that I had just been locked up by my beloved, the fact that I had just been outed to a stranger as a (prospective) cuckold and now I was kneeling before my wife (and that same stranger) symbolically attaching the key to my chastity to an anklet. The surge of excitement transmitted itself to my cruelly confined dick but without any effect.

Cara's gym toned legs encased in those tights were wonderful; the heels erotic in themselves, but the anklet and all its meanings and possibilities just completed the scene. Slipping the small golden key onto the chain I adjusted its position before Cara moved her foot from its resting position on my own knee. Although we were the only people in the shop, Sabine was looking on intently, a look that was a mix of wonder and excitement.

Rising to my feet the ladies giggled as they made eye contact and said their goodbyes. I don't think it was the warmth of the shop that had made my face red, it had more to do with the comments exchanged by the girls and what I had just done.

The play and public outing had been so hot yet had also been shaming. However, it had been the sort of play that I had only dreamt of prior to my meeting Ophelia.

Emerging from the dimly lit shop into the bright crisp sunshine of an Amsterdam afternoon both Cara & I were on an erotic high. The anonymity and privacy of a this strange and enlightened city had allowed us to open up and explore.

We can only have walked less than a 100 yards when Cara pulled me sideways and we ended up in an alley at the side of a shop. Cara pushed me against the wall and eagerly sought my lips. She was like a woman possessed. The passion in her kiss and in her embrace demonstrated how turned on she was. Of course, securely locked away as I was
I felt a slight discomfort as my restriction became ever more self evident. That said, I was horny as hell from a week’s abstinence, and from the recent events. The kisses and the passion that was there was something that was wonderful. It was exciting that we were both living and loving our play and pushing our boundaries as we did.

Holding each other close, Cara looked into my eyes. They seemed to sparkle more than I had ever noticed before, presumably due to her excitement.

"Robbie, God I am so horny, if it wasn't for our plan to refrain from action until tonight I think I may have had to jump on your dick in the changing room". I grinned at this and thought that that would have been a wonderful little story to look back on in future years.

"I'm sorry if I went too far in there? But I just couldn't help myself, I got so into the idea and into the play that I may have pushed things too far?" Once again Cara leant in and our lips locked and her tongue powerd its way into my mouth. It was obvious that Cara was embracing her roll and developing fast. A case of her building her knowledge through her reading and through the location giving her the ability to explore.

"Please don't be upset with me, I hope you loved it as much as me, and Sabine was so nice and made everything seem to natural, so sexy and also so loving". Cara's breathing was laboured as the excitement she was feeling was obvious, her arousal giving her a flush to her face. The fact that we were behaving like love struck teenagers in the open, in an alley in a major city, and this wasn't even meant to be the "fun" part of our trip.

Breaking the kiss Cara gazed into my eyes and as her hands ran over my crotch and cupped my newly acquired cage she told me how much she loved me.

We then walked back towards the hotel, arm in arm. I walked, as I thought slightly bow legged, trying to become accustomed to my newly adorned dick. I also felt more aware of the lady by my side. I felt proud of her, almost wanting others to look at her, to admire her and want her.

As we walked we laughed about how our trip had gone so far and giggled like teenagers again at the idea of what we were going to play tonight. Cara again explained how she was so turned on by playing the hotwife/cuckoldress and how excited she was going to be walking into that bar tonight. She even went as far as confessing that she had started to get abit "moist", as she termed it whilst we played out the scene in the shop.

This idea turned me on no end but also reminded me of what exactly we had been doing in the shop. I suggested to Cara that if the scene in the shop got her in such a state then walking into bar and being hit on by strange men would have her soaking. She giggled and commented that I would probably be turned on by the thought of strange men getting her wet. I too confessed that I loved what we had done and that was looking forward to the emotions that I was going to get of sitting there as an observer.

I confided in her that I loved the way she took control of the situation, the way she had done what she wanted to do. I said that I didn't think I would have even had the courage to suggest such play. "Please continue to be my sexy minx of a wife, to push the boundaries of our play but to keep it safe". Cara responded that she understood that it was often easier to put down in writing ideas that may go further than we had discussed and that she did not want to jeopardise our marriage. That knowing that any play was what we both wanted was the ONLY thing that was important. She said that I had no need to worry and that she would never do anything that I had not given her permission to do.

Walking along the canal we approached the grand facade of the Amrath. The wedge shape entrance, the gothic styling all seemed so dramatic and appealed to my idea that we were doing something dark and exciting as a couple.

Playing the devoted hub I broke our arm in arm embrace and held the door for my wonderful "new" hotwife. Smiling to myself that there may be others eyeing her up and wondering what she would be like to fuck . Cara was loving it also, as passing through the door she stopped, waiting for me to resume my position by her side. I think she wanted to be close to me and show off "her" man by her side, yet with the anklet and key glinting in the lights of the lobby. We must have looked a sight, both with huge Cheshire cat grins.

However, my grin was to be short lived. Taking Cara's arm and scanning the lobby I caught sight of a broad shouldered black guy standing at reception. My first sighting made me think it was.....no it couldn't be....then the realisation as he turned his head slightly and his face became clearer.....It was redy LEON!

My face may have been rosy from the crisp Amsterdam air, but at that minute, arm in arm with Cara, locked in chastity, with my key, Cara's key, dangling suggestively from her anklet, all colour must have drained from my face. I tried to move slightly quicker, to get past reception without catching his eye, or perhaps more importantly without Cara catching sight of him.

Looking straight ahead I didn't see the moment it happened. Instead I just felt Cara stop. Arm in arm still, this caused me to stop also and to look around to find the reamister....as if I didn't know!

Almost at the same time as I heard Cara call out to him. As I turned my head I made an effort to fix a grin to my face. Trying to appear that I was happy about this coincidence, if it was indeed a coincidence! As into the play and the idea of Cara having a lover, and as much as we had played with the idea of that lover being Leon. His being here was not good. He knew too much and was far too smooth. As confident as I was in the discussions that Cara & I had had, adding Leon into the mix was something that, whilst enhancing the eroticism of the idea, made it that slight bit more likely.

As we all acknowledged each other, and hands were shaken, I saw Leon look Cara up and down. It was a look of someone supremely confident with women, someone who knew what he wanted and how to get it. I don't know if it was my cuck imagination, or not but I was fairly sure that I saw his grin get wider when he noted the glinting anklet with the key provocatively dangling from it!

Cara & Leon exchanged pleasantries as to what he and we were doing here, and all the while I was in something of a fog. Memories of my first meeting with Leon were playing through my mind and I then recalled his email. The thinly veiled threat to expose my visits to Ophelia unless I gave him a free run at Cara. It was that recollection that brought me back to reality just as he was telling Cara that he was staying in Amsterdam for the week, as he had some friends who were attending the European Cardiac conference. As he said this I felt my false grin slowly slipping away and saw Leon looking directly at me as he informed us of this fact.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Open2it » Wed Oct 10, 2018 1:04 am

Very well written! Please continue.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Cologuyforfun » Wed Oct 10, 2018 4:35 am

Good stuff! Cucks everywhere are dripping.

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Re: Progression

Unread post by realcucklife » Wed Oct 10, 2018 11:11 am

Super hot

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Wed Oct 10, 2018 3:18 pm

Progression – Public Play


I walked into the bar of the Amrath and ordered myself a beer and some peanuts. The thought of a meal, despite the length of time that had passed since we ate our lunch, was not high on my list of priorities as I was starting to feel butterflies in my stomach at the impending play. I surveyed my surroundings and looked for a seat that would give me the best view of the bar, and to ensure I would get to see Cara's entrance, and most importantly the reactions of the guys in the bar. Taking my beer I found my seat. I sat against the wall on the long bench style seats that ran from one end of the bar to the other. As I slowly sipped my take I contemplated what we were about to do. I looked at every man who walked into the bar as a possible lover for Cara. I studied their hair, their face and their smartness wondering if Cara would find them attractive, and most importantly whether they would have her begging for their cock.

My little game and my flights of fancy kept me amused for some time. It must have been about 30 minutes later that a petite young girl approached my table and enquired whether I wanted another take. I raised my glass to show her the brand marked on it and thanked her as she returned to the bar for my refill. Within a minute she was back and asking for my room number to charge the take. The girl then returned to the bar leaving me to resume my little mental game.

It must have been about an hour later when I felt the vibration of my phone in my pocket. This caused me to think, note to self, do not have a vibrating phone in pocket when locked up. Not conducive to comfort!

Checking my phone I saw it was now almost 8pm, I had been in the bar for just over an hour. The phone also showed that Cara had sent me a text message. Having seen and heard how Cara had taken to her new role, I looked forward to something exciting and no doubt teasing.

"Opend box, WOW, so sxy, TY TY TY 4 dis, WILL mek u proud cuck ILY, C"[/i]

I was so glad, and must have been beaming from ear to ear, that my selection, or should that be, Ophelia's selection had met with Cara's approval. Ophelia had told me to wait to give it to Cara, and to wait for a special occasion as the contents would make it special. Ophelia, had helped me realise my fantasies and was really helping Cara, although she did not know it.

Knowing Cara was dressed and that her arrival was getting closer made me even more excited. My study of the men arriving in the bar became more thorough, I even began to look if they had a decent bulge in their trousers. I couldn't believe what I had become! Chuckling to myself that I was now checking out guys, albeit for my wife’s pleasure!!

Some 30 minutes later the bar had filled up nicely with only a couple of tables free. The music playing through the bar speakers was just soft enough to make the odd snippet of conversation audible from tables close at hand, but loud enough to make it difficult to catch the exact nature of those conversations.

The lights hanging from the ceiling had dimmed to match the growing darkness outside the windows. The lighting coming from wall lights and lights behind the seats which ran along the wall. With the dark wood of the bars walls, the room was given a warm cosy feel. Shadows cast against the walls and ceilings by the lighting, aided by the music and the "buzz" coming from the occupants of the room all adding to the welcoming warm atmosphere.

My comfort though was short-lived as Cara made her entrance. I was in awe. In love. In lust. She breezed through the door with a confidence I had never seen before. Like the owned the place, like she had done this before hundreds of times. Yet here she was walking into a bar with the sole intention of flirting with guys and playing the hot wife to the max.

The heels added to her height and appeared to give her more power. She had styled her hair to perfection. Her strawberry blonde locks falling tousled onto her shoulders. The time taken in the suite had been time well spent as her makeup was immaculate. Smouldering eyes and the crimmister lipstick advertising herself as being on the market. Below the face there was the plunging neckline of the date dress. The red of the dress complimenting the lips and the crimmister tipped fingers. The new Pandora necklace became an item of envy as it nestled in her cleavage. The waist cinched and the detail of the bow all made Cara look so seductive. My eyes drifted downwards as she slowly crossed the floor, ever deeper into enemy territory as I mused. The dress ended just above the knee where you then saw the nude stockings, highlighted beautifully by the dark seems running straight down the back of her legs. And there, further down, my heart and my dick leapt, the anklet catching the odd bit of light as she walked.

My eyes on Cara I realised I was missing out on my other thrill. That of seeing the reactions and desire on the faces of the men in the bar. Knowing that they would get the benefit of the sight of Cara, and maybe abit of her time and company, but knowing that it would be me she would be taking back to her suite tonight.

She shot me a glance, accompanied by a wicked grin as she walked by my observation post. I was sure she made more of an effort to swing her hips once she was past me and I was given the pleasure of a rear view of my sexy wife.

Stopping only a couple of metres away she surveyed the bar (and her audience) fully aware that she had had the desired effect on the men in attendance. I was filled with pride that my 40 year old wife was garnering so much attention. It was all I could have wished for, and was hopefully filling her with more confidence and getting her ever more excited for our later play. Pausing, she then eyed a table only about 3-4 metres away from where I was sitting. Placing her clutch bag on the table she sat and adjusted herself waiting for the pretty young waitress to appear.

I watched the room as 90% of the men there cast their gaze over MY wife. Even though I was biased I knew that she outshone what few other women there were in the bar. I caught sight of one couple, where an argument had just started, and judging by the looks and gestures, it appeared that Cara's entrance and the husband’s reaction to her had resulted in a degree of marital discord.

As Cara made herself comfortable, the young girl approached and took her order. As with me, a minute later and Cara's V&T arrived. It was then that I got my first little glimpse into what it must feel like to be a real cuck. As with me, the waitress enquired as to whether Cara was a guest and the room to be charged. It took only a minute for her to ponder why two people entering the bar separately would have the same room number. The waitress looked at Cara and appeared to deliberately look for Cara's wedding band. She then looked across at me with that same smile that I had witnessed on Sabine’s face before walking back to the bar.

I followed her walk and return to the bar and watched with a growing shame as she immediately started informing the young man behind the bar that they had a kinky couple in their midst. Part of me hoped they were simply discussing how busy the bar was, but my new found exhibitionist side delighted in this simple act of outing.

The feelings of pressure caused by my chastity stirred with the cucky angst of the outing and I pondered how much more intense the feeling would be for those whose wives actually did this for real. I went to take another take and became aware that my excitement was manifesting itself by a slight tremble in my hands. Even this added to my excitement and the weeklong Cara imposed denial!

Even a couple of minutes seemed like an age as I waited for someone to pluck up the courage to try and chat up Cara. I was willing them to make a move, anyone to try their luck. It was the idea of them trying to take my place in Cara's affections, to know that they were trying to seduce a married woman, but it was also a desire to be vindicated, to know that others found Cara as sexy and desirable as me.

I watched for the smallest sign of movement from one of the males in attendance. I observed a grouped of 3 young lads. They could only have been mid to late 20's, one muscular looking black lad, who I was sure Cara would have noticed already, and 2 reamisterably presentable white lads. The smart suits and cuff links suggested a professional group, Lads with abit of cash and maybe the cash and arrogance to fit the role that Cara & I wanted them to play. As I watched them talking, it appeared that they were debating over who was going to get to make the first move.

In my eagerness to catch the approach of Cara's first suitor I had taken my eyes off my goddess. Returning to her I was rocked. The confidence I had had, the excitement which had been mounting all night disappeared as I saw Leon standing next to Cara. His outstretched hand was obviously enquiring whether the seat with Cara was taken. He knew the answer already, as he looked across at me. The look of satisfaction and assurance on his face was one that chilled and excited me simultaneously. Leon moved away from Cara for an instant and took the back of the chair. He moved it around the table until it was only inches from Cara's before taking his seat.

I looked round to see if anyone else had observed the moment that Cara was being claimed. The three lads who had been about to make their move all looked crestfallen but simply downed the last of their takes and started to make their exit. I noted the glances down Cara's cleavage as they walked past, but then caught sight of the laughing bar staff. It was evident that they had viewed Leon's arrival and were fully aware of the game that were were playing. However, for them they were not aware it was a game.

I had never imagined that Leon would venture into the bar that night, although I started to wonder whether his arrival was such a coincidence. I watched him attempt to sweet talk Cara, I recalled Ophelia telling me he was a doctor, which would easily explain his presence, but then I recalled telling Ophelia of my ideas for play. I realised that I had told her of Cara's conference and of the hotel we had booked, of the play we intended on having. It appeared now that Ophelia was making more of an effort to make things real than I had thought!

Well, Ophelia may have thought that she was being clever, pushing me to this stage and setting Leon up with this opportunity, but once again I came back to the trust between Cara & I, the agreement that this was just play and that express permission was needed for anything more.

Leon could be as suave and seductive as he liked, there was no way Cara was going against our agreement.

With that knowledge I was content to enjoy this time. To get the buzz of being a cuck without the ultimate offense of having the horns planted on my head, and most importantly without the chance of Leon making it happen here and happen back at home.

I delighted in the buzz of the waitress, all knowing smiles and winks brining me my regular refills. Of the glances from Cara as she talked more intimately with Leon. I loved the way she toyed with him. Leaning closer to him to give him the impression that she was interested and that he stood a chance. I was almost enjoying the spectacle of a cock bastard such as him trying to work his "magic" yet knowing he was going to get nowhere.

Cara was great. She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs, giving a glimpse of stocking top, all to tease Leon. I could tell by his own looks and the smile on his face. The smug look he had as he shot me a glance, that he believed he was going to be getting into Cara's pussy, that he was going to fulfil Ophelia's plan and that Cara & I would be another credit on his Bull C.V. The cheeky bugger was even joining Cara and billing all his takes to our suite. I thought that I would accept this simply for the satisfaction and enjoyment that he will have provided us with for his forlorn efforts.

The flicks of her hair and the odd sight of her tongue running around the edge of those crimmister coloured lips. I was thrilled when Leon made his first contact, resting his hand on top of Cara's as it lay on the table next to her take.

I thrilled as I saw for the first time, the contrast in skin colours. Something that played on so many cucky ideas. At that very moment, as their hands met, Cara looked over at me with a huge smile on her face. She winked and then resumed her conversations with Leon. They were close and as such did not need to speak up. The music in bar meant that I couldn't make out what was being said but I was sure that Cara the tease would be leading him on well. I imagined what was being said. Leon being the smooth operator, whispering sweet nothings and having the advantage of knowing that I was present watching it all. Knowing that his presence was playing to the very reamister we were in the bar, and why Cara was dressed so provocatively.

The butterflies that had been in my stomach when I entered the bar had now disappeared and I was almost revelling in my role of "pseudo cuck", smug in my bubble of love for Cara. The take had obviously helped my relaxed state and had filled me with some of the feelings and desires I had first felt that led me to visit Ophelia in the first place.

Time was flying by and Cara was smiling from ear to ear and was giggling like a schoolgirl talking with a boy she had a crush on. She deserved an Oscar.

I was loving it and was even more appreciative when she broke the hand contact on the table. She collected her clutch bag and rose serenely from her seat. Bending down and giving Leon a peck on the cheek she excused herself and headed for the ladies.

I caught the sniggers of the bar staff and was met by a staring Leon. Still smug in his belief that he was nearing his goal. I was bold and met his smug look with one of my own. Thinking to myself, you are the one going to be left making love to your own hand tonight, you are the one gonna be looking the fool. We, or I should say Cara had been in the bar with Leon for around 2 hours, and I realised that Cara's exit was probably a sign that she was feeling horny and that she was going to extinguish Leon's hopes pretty soon.

The self imposed celibacy for us had been a cruel but wonderful idea. I hated it but also appreciated it at this moment, and could feel my dick imprimistered as it was trying to stir itself to life. I was already planning how I was going to attack Cara on our return to our suite. God, if tonight’s play was hot, then I thought that we could play the same game in a different bar tomorrow.

I was thinking that I would have to be extremely careful later on. I would have to make sure I got Cara off a couple of times before I attempted to fuck her. As my confinement and the weeks abstinence would have given me a hair trigger. Playing the game was one thing, but failing to meet my responsibilities as a loving hubby was another thing. My thoughts were interrupted by the vibrations in my pocket again. I had failed to take heed of that note to self earlier.

It was Cara again. No doubt telling me that our game had been a success and that it was time to head back to the suite.

"LUV U CUCKY, U HED UP 1ST. B UP 2 TEASE U IN 10" with a kiss symbol

Forget Leon's smug face, the one he had no doubt practiced with the husbands of his previous conquests. I must have the biggest smuggest grin on my face. I was horny as hell and was going to be ravishing my wife in the next 15 minutes. I left gulped down the last of my beer and left a tip on the table. The two bar staff seemed to have a non plussed look on their faces, realising that Cara had left and now I was following. They almost seemed disappointed that their imagination had run away with them and they were not witnessing my public shaming.

As I stood to leave I passed close to Leon and hopefully loud enough for him to hear I said, "You can't win em all", and left the bar with a very very horny spring in my step.

I don't think it was the takes in the bar that made me so light headed as I made my way quickly to our suite. It was the intoxicating play we had just had. The fact that it had involved Leon, whilst not planned, had added extra spice to it. Had made it more real and would no doubt make our love making, or as the pent up sexual tensions would have it, our fucking, more intense.

I inserted the key card and entered our suite. The air was still thick with Cara's new perfume, the wonderful rich aroma of Pomegranate Noir. I decided not to turn on the main lights and thought that the table lamps would give the room the more romantic seductive atmosphere. I rang room service and ordered a bottle of champagne. After all, it was Cara's 40th, and our first exploration into playing the hotwife and cuck in public. I thought about all the play that had led up to this point and wanted to take as much time to savour it and talk it through with Cara before we both relieved our pent up frustrations.

I appreciated that we may have had the chance to play our fantasies out for real, but thought it safer to start in this easy manner. No point in getting into something that could get out of hand or be something that one of wasn't quite sure about. With that thought I went over to the air con unit and made sure that the suite would be nice and cosy. I pictured myself slowly stripping Cara, playing the husband reclaiming his wife on her return from a date. The thought of getting that first glimpse of that sexy lingerie and Cara playing her role. It seemed odd to think of the scene as romantic, as the whole idea was more natural, more passion than routine marital play.

Adjusting the curtains, lighting set I wander back over to the bed. I approached and could see that heavy white towelling robe thrown across the bed from Cara's "pre-date" dressing. Next to the robe was the wonderful pink box. The box that had contained the lingerie, the lingerie that I was so keen to see. The bow had been discarded and lay half way up the bed, the lid was half way across the box and wisps of soft pink tissue paper fell out from the edge of the box.

So many times since I had purchased the items I had stared at that box. Thinking of the delicate items inside and the fun that I would have with Cara wearing them. I couldn't believe I had even jerked myself off looking at the box.
I smiled to myself at the memory and thought that there would be no more of that now that Cara was wearing the stuff.

As I neared the box I noted a small white card part in, part out of the box. I hoped that Fiona hadn't left a receipt showing how much I had spent. Still who cared, as Cara had said she loved the contents of the box, after all I had got 3 thank you's in her text message so she obviously thought it was a wonderful gift.

Picking up the card, those thoughts and understanding of Cara's text message were shattered. Cara's crimson lipstick imprint and the words "I Will, Luv C" in her own flowing hand were next to some plain black and white type.

Cara,
PLEASE make this happen, make it REAL,
for YOU,
for ME,
for US
All my love
Robbie


My stomach knotted and my head began to spin. I felt a sickness inside me as I wondered how this had happened. How had Fiona, WHY had Fiona done this, As memories of the visit to the shop flooded back I tried to picture when the card had been inserted. How had Ophelia known I would wait, or did she not care? Did she simply want to assist Leon achieve another notch on his bed post?

These thoughts were halted by those tell tale vibrations. Checking my phone it was another text from Cara.

"C U in 2 CUCKY"

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Re: Progression

Unread post by Rover68uk » Wed Oct 10, 2018 3:22 pm

Progression – Trapped

Those few short words in a text message told me what was about to happen. I was panicking now, yet was also aroused. I thought that I must have been like so many hubbies who had been faced with the moment their marriages would change.

I tried to convince myself that Cara was still toying with me. Maybe it was she who had put the note in the box, but that was fucking silly, as she would know that I hadn't done it so what would be the point. I thought I must have been going mad, as I realised that was a stupid thing to think of. But her texts could have been all part of our game. She could just be teasing me. Coming back to the room by herself. That redy card though, that made it so real, too real. Oh God, she was going to do, and with that smug bastard Leon.

At that moment, as my dick tried to harden and betrayed my fantasies, I cursed ever having visited Ophelia. It was almost as if I had set myself on this path, albeit unwittingly, a long time ago. As if each visit got me deeper into this. That woman had got all my desires and secrets out of me. She had teased me and pushed me to this point. I thought more and started to think that the whole thing with the pictures she took, the memory card, it was all a plan to trap me! All a plan to give Leon the chance to seduce Cara, get a free run at her pussy. I recalled his email, his threat, and the way he took the piss, waving that fucking memory card in my face.

Stories and ideas about dominant demanding Bulls had always turned me on, but those were just fantasies, and other guys, other wives. This was me, I didn't want to go down the path of being totally humiliated in front of Cara. Play was one thing, but I started to worry exactly how Cara would react to me after Leon had fu...no, I didn't want to think it. I was scared. I realised I was almost trembling. I wasn’t sure if it was with anticipation or fear. It was certainly not the room temperature, as I had made that conducive to comfort and comfort for fucking.

I started to recall Ophelia telling me of Leon's, or Olu's reputation, of the pleasure he took in claiming other men’s wives. Cara had hinted at it too when she told me about the whispers around the gym. Oh my God, I thought that I could become the subject of gym gossip. Cara would be looked at, there would be the little looks and the whispers between others. Looking at Cara and calling her a slut, knowing that she is married, knowing that she is another conquest of Leon. Those thoughts, although shaming started to feed my cucky desires.

I was torn as to what I should be thinking. This wasn't how I had planned things. I wanted to retain control. That little note, those few words had stripped me of that and opened the door for Leon to come charging through. No doubt like the proverbial, or more literal, Bull in a china shop. The note and that little memory card that he had delighted in waving in my face. They had effectively trapped me and left me with no option. Well, either confess to Cara about my long held perversions, about visiting Ophelia or intervene and object and risk having Leon show her the images contained on the memory card.

Whilst I sweated over my predicament there was a knock at the door. I wondered whether this was another little tease of Cara's, or Leon for that matter. Did they want me to open the door. To welcome them into our suite, to show my presentation. That surely was twisting the knife and something that Cara wouldn't have come up with by herself.

I walked to the door with a sense of foreboding yet my dick had other feelings and struggled in its tiny primister. Cara & Sabine had certainly made me appreciate and understand what it meant to be locked away.

As I opened the door I expected to see Cara & Leon embracing, rubbing my nose in their planned infidelity, yet I was shocked and relieved that it was simply room service with the champagne I had ordered. Signing for the tray and tipping the young lad I returned to the room and placed the tray on the table in front of the sofa. I had pictured Cara & I reclining on the bed, naked and excited at our play. Laughing at our kinkiness and touching, stroking each other. These sexy images then faded and were replaced by the same image, but of the toned Adonis that was Leon taking my place. Leon smiling at his conquest, naked, champagne flute in hand as he caressed Cara. I also pictured Cara by his side, still semi clad in her new lingerie, looking like the cat that got the cream. Both of them reveling in the roles of cuckoldress & Bull.

This imagery was short lived as the sound of a keycard sliding into the lock caused my panic to return. Despite all the play, all the arousal, all fantasies at that moment I felt lost, and out of control. I didn't want this. I didn't want to risk losing Cara. I may have got off on the idea of passing control of the sexual side of my marriage to dom Bull, but this was a real possibility. With two people just the other side of a hotel door.

I think as the door seemed to open in slow motion, I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights. Seeing the handle start to dip and a crack of light from the corridor, I also caught the sound of giggles, or Cara in full flirt mode. There was also the sound I dreaded...... a man’s voice! Leon's voice!

Then it happened, Cara, the love of my life came gliding into the room, well, it wasn't quite gliding as it is hard to glide when entwined with a rather large Nigerian guy.

Cara's face was glowing, she appeared happy and there was that twinkle in her eyes. One I recognised from all the play of late, a look of lust and of contentment. I caught the waft of her perfume as she entered, probably refreshed on her trip to the ladies earlier. Her hair was still styled and cascaded down to her shoulders. As she moved, so her hair moved and I thought I noted a redness on one side of her neck. My cuck ideas automatically pictured Leon roughly and passionately kissing her neck. A deer trapped in the headlights I may have been, but my dick in its own trap was making its own efforts to show how much I was enjoying this situation.

Cara took her eyes from her escort and made eye contact with me. Her smile went from ear to ear as she moved to disentangle herself from Leon. As Leon turned to close the door, Cara walked slowly and sensuously over to me. She reach out and her hands came to rest on my cheeks. Her face drew close and she planted and huge kiss on my lips. A kiss of love and passion. The smell of her perfume filled my nostrils, mixed with the scent of a few V&T's and the added aroma of a man’s more heavy aftershave. Leon had already marked his territory!
Breaking contact with my lips Cara hugged me and as she did so her mouth came to rest beside my ear.

"Thank you Robbie, thank you for giving me this freedom, for making the leap to reality". Those words filled my head and took away any lingering doubts I may have had about where we were headed, about how she had interpreted that note in the box.

Cara then broke our embrace and part turned to her beau for the night, "Leon, this is robbie, robbie this is Leon, but then of course you met earlier today".

With that basic introduction Leon stepped forward from where he had been watching a husband and wife embrace, and reached out offering his hand. Something so normal and every day, had an almost unreal feel to it. A man coming to our suite with all parties knowing, for one purpose.
As Leon approached Cara extricated herself from my embrace to allow me to shake hands with the man who would plant those horns on my head. With a girlish giggle, she turned and made for the bathroom. "You boys get better acquainted and I shall be back in a tick".

Leon watched as Cara disappeared and as she did so our hands met. What would have been a cursory handshake was held firmly by Leon as he looked me straight in the eyes.

"Well, Ohu, isn't this a great situation? I think you never thought this day would come, well I shall do my best to ensure that we all get what we want......even if you are not sure exactly what it is YOU want at present".
Opening my mouth to speak Leon cut me short. "Ah, ah, ah, now little boy, remember what I said", and with a pause for effect and a change to a more assertive tone, "and remember NO obstructions, NO interference, it is for Cara to say no and believe me Ohu, I shall be going all out to ensure that doesn't happen".

As those last words came from his mouth Cara called from the en suite, "You guys making yourself comfortable, oh yes, and robbie get the takes going".

These words finally caused Leon to loosen his grip on my hand and allowed me to move and suggest we move to the seating area in our suite. Despite the threat of exposure from Leon my dick remained pressed uncomfortably against the bars of the jailbird. The initial fears stemming from the discovery of the note and the texts from Cara had dissipated, and had transformed into feelings of excitement. Yes, I still wasn't sure exactly how far this would go, would Cara take me, or should that have been Ophelia? at my words from the note, or would she flirt, smooch and then ask Leon to leave?

Who was I kidding? Cara would never have brought Leon back to the room if she didn’t intend on taking her first black cock. That realisation brought me to my senses again. The ache in my stomach that had been there for so long today, since we had first encountered Leon, became more noticeable. An uneasiness tinged with excitement fed by my desires and eased by the knowledge that I was trapped.

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