Cuckold Cirle II, Chapter 8

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“I am sorry Ma’am, I really am.” Tariq said one more time.

“I know you are,” said Aisha, “I wish you had realized that sooner. The fact that it was Desmond who made you apologize and it did not occur to you naturally, takes something away from the apology, but I do understand that you are sorry.”

“Thank you Ma’am.’ Tariq nodded his gratitude. “I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you.”

“Well agreeing to join the Circle is a good start, as was letting me sleep with other men for the past 5 years. At least you are not totally insensitive to a woman’s needs.” Aisha sneered.

“Don’t get me wrong Tariq, you are a good man, a wonderful husband in every other way.” Aisha said soothingly. “Every way but sex. I am so happy you have finally realized that simple fact.”

Tariq listened in silence as flipped over and lay on her stomach, and Tariq expected to be asked to give a massage.

“I just remembered something Des whispered to.” Aisha said. “He asked me to have you kiss my ass when you were done apologizing. So if you are done.....” Aisha spread her legs out.

Tariq swallowed hard and remembered what Desmond had told him. He was obey Aisha immediately and without question. So for the second time that night he was forced to overcome his personal distaste of something and do it. He positioned himself on his knees between his wife’s legs and kissed each of her buttocks, preparing himself. Eventually he started to run the tip of tongue along his the crack between his wife’s buttocks.

“Ummmm....’Aisha moaned softly, “do it now.” Leaving her husband with no more choice to delay.

Taking a deep breath, Tariq caught a waft of his wife’s ass and closing his eyes, spread her butt cheeks, planted his lips on her asshole, kissing it.

“French it, lick it.” Aisha commanded and Tariq obeyed, licking it and pressing his tongue against it.

He was surprised, that despite the strong aroma, the taste was sweetish, and the bitter one he had been expecting. He continued to lick, chocking back his desire to throw up at times. And Aisha found herself actually enjoying the sensation of having a tongue back there. Almost as good as getting a pussy massage, but not quite.

Eventually Aisha asked Tariq to stop. “Wow Tariq, you are almost as good at asshole massaging as you are at pussy massages.” Aisha laughed.

Tariq did a quick succession of hard swallows to get the taste out of his mouth, and rubbed his nose with his t-shirt to try and get rid of the smell, with little success. Yet at the same time he found himself with a partially erect, throbbing penis that he longed to release. No matter how Aisha felt about it, he would masturbate at the first available opportunity. With that thought, Tariq got back into his bed and feel asleep longing for Aisha to touch his little penis, but he knew that she was not inclined to do so.

The next afternoon when Desmond called, Aisha sent Tariq out of the room while she spoke to him. Through the closed door, he heard her laughing. Eventually Aisha asked him to come back in, and informed him that Desmond had agreed to sponsor them for membership and that they had been accepted into the group. Aisha was positively beaming when she gave her husband the news.

The next few days things progressed as normal, both Aisha and Tariq being busy with life. At home, however Aisha relished the spare time she had, now that Tariq had been completely given over all the household chores. Tariq on the other hand, found himself more and more in awe of his wife, whom he was more determined to please as best as he could. He had taken a few massage courses in college, and was now thinking of taking some cooking classes as well.

The two weeks till the next party flew by and before he knew it, Tariq was laying out another tight, revealing dress for his wife to put on. He could not help but reflect on how things had changed. When Aisha had first cuckolded him, he had been scared that other people would find out, but now at least several dozen people knew, and he did not care. He got a thrill selecting Aisha’s clothing for the evening, knowing how much fun she would be having when she got out of it. His penis started to harden and he quickly went into the bathroom and masturbated before Aisha arrived home.

The party itself was like all the others that Tariq had been too, only this time he was proud to be a full member of the Cuckolds Circle. Aisha hooked up with Quan again. And Tariq took his turn at the bar and on sheet duty about an hour at each. Finally at ease with himself, Tariq revelled in his wife’s new found sexual attitude and was proud that she was enjoying it so much.

All too soon it was time go home, as Aisha came out and asked Tariq to take her come. With her hair dishevelled, her dress crumpled, and a look of tired contentment in her eyes, Tariq could not help be totally in awe of his wife. And he realized that everything about the party was such so as to make the hubbies realize how much their wives were sexual beings and thus led to a feeling of utter awe and respect for the wives and their lovers. And the wives themselves rarely paid attention to the hubbie’s except when needing something from them. The husband’s role as a subservient servant was thus cemented and reinforced at the parties.

“Oh I am so excited.” Aisha said as they drove home.

“Why is that darling... Ma’am?” Tariq asked dutifully

“Quan wants to come and spend the next weekend with me, at our place.” Aisha said happily.

“What?” Tariq asked, somewhat surprised.

“Yes sweetie, as a full time member, I can now have Men join me at our home, or I can go out with any of them, anytime I like. When Quan heard I had become a full member, he asked to spend to weekend with me.” Aisha explained excitedly.

“So that mean...” Tariq was stopped in mid-sentence.

“That means you will be serving all weekend, thing of how exciting that would be for you?” Aisha smiled at her husband.

“Yes Ma’am.” Tariq replied softly.

“Tariq, this is the first time one of the Men is coming to our home, I want everything to go perfect OK, so I don’t want to see any sulking from you.” Aisha said sharply, reading her husband’s mood.

“I understand Aisha.” Tariq tried to reassure Aisha.

“No Tariq I don’t think you do. I want everything to be perfect. Which means you will have to be on your best behaviour. In fact, I think you should start practicing from now on. I don’t want Quan to have any complaints at all. I want the other wives to envy us.” Aisha said.

“What do mean Aisha?” Tariq asked not quite sure where his wife was headed.

“I mean from now you must behave as though Quan is already over. Start practising.” Aisha said simply.

“Yes Ma’am but how?” Tariq asked confused.

“Quite simple really Tariq, “ Aisha began, “for starters for the upcoming week and weekend you will move into the bedroom next to the kitchen

Tariq immediately understood the significance of what Aisha was saying. When they had bought house, they had joked that if every they could afford a live-in maid/cook, he/she would use that bedroom. Aisha was leaving him in doubt about his position when Quan, or another Man from the group would be spending time at their house.

“Yes Ma’am.” Tariq nodded his understanding.

“Good, also for the rest of the week practice being butler, chauffer, valet, cook, and all around housekeeper. I am sure you will need all those skills. And Tariq remember how I promised that I’ll give you two chances after we become members to back out, well once Quan leaves on Sunday you’ll get your first chance. I will give you 10 seconds to make your decision, if you say yes, you continue being a member of the BC Circle, otherwise we call Rachel and Linda to let them know we are dropping out. The first couple ever to do that!” Aisha explained.

“Yes Ma’am.” Tariq said, actually getting a bit excited that Quan would spend the weekend, but also a little apprehensive about it, wondering what Aisha had in mind. He still had not quite come to grips with the thought of another man taking his wife in their bed for a whole weekend, even thought Aisha had often brought lovers home and spent a night with them.

They reached home, Tariq quickly got out and opened the door for his wife who stepped out and went it. Soon the husband and wife were in bed again, and this time without being asked Tariq took his place between Aisha’s legs and gave her oral sex, making her purr with pleasure. By now Tariq had reached a point where he found the smell of his wife’s coupling with a Man to be slightly erotic and exciting. As he ate her out, he imagined Quan’s cock pounding his wife as she screamed in pleasure. That image caused him to redouble his efforts to bring his wife to orgasm, when he did as he felt her thighs tighten around his head and her body shudder.

After finishing his oral duties, Tariq took his place in bed only to be corrected by Aisha.

“Not here Tariq, downstairs remember?” Aisha corrected him.

“Oh sorry Ma’am.” Said Tariq getting out of bed and heading to the door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Aisha asked sweetly.

Tariq was confused trying to think what he might have forgotten, until he saw Aisha turn over and lie on her stomach, spreading her legs out. Now he understood what she wanted, and wondered if he really had to do it. But the words of one of the hubbies rang in his ears.

“We have to do everything possible to make ourselves useful to our wives,” the man had said, “otherwise what good are we?”

With those words in mind, Tariq took a deep break, and dove his tongue deep into her crack and licked it all along before kissing and licking the hole thoroughly feeling its bitter sweet taste all along his tongue. Aisha sighed deeply and started to close her legs, signalling that it was time for Tariq to leave. Which he did.

Lying in bed downstairs, Tariq could not help but masturbate, even thought he felt guilty for doing so, as Aisha had made clear that she considered it to be a disgusting habit. He thought of Quan fucking his wife and then about how much he enjoyed giving her oral sex, and he ejaculated in a torrent of cum. After that he felt a sense of inferiority when he came to the realisation that 3 seperate men had pumped his wife full of their cum multiple times and he had only been able to do so on that once when Aisha had given him a mercy fuck, one he felt he had not deserved since she kept demanding something far deeper than what he was giving her.

The next morning he was woken up by his ringing cell phone. Aisha had sent him a text message asking for breakfast, which he quickly prepared and served. After drawing her bath, he left the room as she had asked and headed for the park to play baseball with his office colleagues, while Aisha, and Linda went shopping.

“You are nearly there.” Linda told Aisha as they were taking a break from shopping and drinking fruit juice in the food court.

“Where?:” Aisha looked quizzically at Linda.

“With an invite to the pool party girl.” Linda replied.

“Nearly there, what more do I need to do?” Aisha asked surprised.

“Well, there are two more thing that Tariq must do before you are invited if you want Tariq to attend these parties as well. You can always attend them on your own.” Linda then proceeded to explain what else was needed from Tariq. Aisha had decided that Tariq would definitely attend the party with her.

The rest of the week was spent by Tariq polishing up his skills for Quan’s impending visit. As much as Aisha, Tariq wanted everything to go perfectly. He served Aisha dinner, who always ate alone with Tariq standing a respectful distance behind her, trying to anticipate when she needed something. He laid out her bed, prepared her bath, ironed her work clothes, and gave her massages. And finally Friday night rolled around.

Tariq came home from work, earlier than normal. He changed the sheets in the bedroom, and made sure that the mini-fridge was well stocked. Laying our Aisha’s clothes, he went downstairs to prepare dinner. Aisha had asked for something special. And as Tariq prepared it, he could not help but smile when he thought about the time he had taken informal cooking classes in college. Over his undergrad years he had taken almost 40 informal evening classes in cooking and massage, and had become quite good at preparing all kinds of foods. He had never imagined that his skills would ever be used to serve his wife and her lovers.

By 7 pm Aisha had arrived home too. Tariq served her coffee and then drew her bath as she went upstairs to bathe and change. As soon as Aisha had come back down, looking breathtakingly beautiful in a simple blue denim mini tube dress with matching keds. Aisha smiled at the husband, enjoying the look of pure lust in her husband’s eyes.

“Like what Quan will be enjoying all weekend?” She laughed.

“You are looking lovely Aish...Ma’am.” Tariq quickly corrected himself, making Aisha laugh more.

“Well enjoy the view while you can, the moment Quan arrives, you won’t be able to.” Aisha reminded Tariq.

And just as she had finished speaking the front door bell rang. Tariq rushed to open the door.

Quan stood in the doorway holding out his car keys which Tariq took from him.

“Hey there lover.” Aisha greeted Quan with a huge smile plastered on her face.

“Hi there babes.” Quan replied.

Aisha and Quan stood eyeing each other for a few moments, before Aisha went into Quan’s arms which engulfed her and they kissed hungrily. Tariq kept his eyes respectfully lowered.

Eventually Aisha and Quan broke away from their kiss and walked over to the sitting room, hand in hand.

“Would you care for a drink sir?” Tariq asked Quan as he sat down next to Aisha.

“Yes, I want a scotch on the rocks.” Quan replied without looking up.

“Just a glass of water for me.” Said Aisha who having come straight home from the gym was still feeling a little dehydrated.

Tariq quickly got Quan the scotch and Aisha her water, then withdrew to the kitchen to put the final touches on dinner, lay out the table, and wait for Aisha to ask for dinner. He did not have to wait too long before Aisha summoned him and asked for dinner to be laid out. Which it was in a matter of minutes.

Aisha and Quan made small talk during dinner, while Tariq stood a few feet away from them , eyes lowered as usual, serving them the three course meal. And then after dinner coffee before they retired upstairs, kissing and making out all the way up.

“Keep your cellphone handy,” Aisha called out her husband, “we’ll contact you on that if we need anything.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Tariq replied, his eyes respectfully lowered before he proceeded to clean up.

“Oh and my clothing bag is still in car, bring it up.” Quan added.

“Yes Sir,” Tariq said dutifully.

After cleaning up, Tariq went to Quan’s car and took out his bag, taking it quietly upstairs and leaving it outside the closed bedroom door. While there Tariq heard his wife’s moaning accompanied by the creaking of the bed.

“Ohmigod Quan, I have missed this sooooo much. Oooohhhhhh....” Aisha was crying out, as Tariq quickly walked away, his penis starting to harden while at the same time he again felt envious of Quan.

Eventually, Tariq decided to pass the time by watching television, but his mind too focussed on the happenings in the bedroom upstairs and he could not enjoy television so he went to his room and lay in bed, his mind abuzz with all sorts of ideas of what his wife and Quan might be doing at that time. Soon it was too much for him to bear and he masturbated before falling asleep, not knowing that Quan and Aisha were still wide awake and ready for another round.

The next morning Tariq was up well before 9 a.m. after a fitful nights sleep full of vivid dreams about Quan and Aisha. He made himself coffee and breakfast and waited to be called by Aisha to take up breakfast. He had a long wait as the phone did not ring until almost noon. The nearly 3 hour wait was almost excruciating torture for Tariq as timed seemed to drag no matter what he did. He jumped nearly a mile high when his cellphone finally rang, and he saw it was Aisha calling.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Tariq answered immediately.

“We would like some breakfast now Tariq.” Aisha began. “Quan and I will split a 3 egg cheese omelette, coffee, orange juice and 4 toasts.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Tariq said, “would you like anything else?”

“Not for the moment, but have the breakfast up in twenty minutes.” Aisha said hanging up.

In record time Tariq prepared the breakfast and took it upstairs in a tray, getting to the bedroom door about 3 minutes before the 20 minutes were up. At precisely the right time Tariq knocked on the door.

“Yes, come in.” Aisha’s voice called out.

Tariq quietly opened the door and walked in with the tray. The room had an air of sex in it. He say Aisha laying in bed, but that Quan was not. Water running in the toilet told him that Quan was using the facilities.

“You can leave the tray on the dresser,” Aisha said sleepily.

“Yes Ma’am.” Tariq said, trying not to peek at his lovely wife as she lay there under the sheet, her eyes closed.

Tariq had just turned away to leave, when he saw Quan come out, stark naked. His soft penis dangling between his legs. And just as Tariq was lowering his eyes, he realized that fully soft, Quan was at least one inch longer and good bit thicker than Tariq was fully hard. No wonder Aisha was screaming for him to go deeper when they last made love, he could never do to Aisha what came so easily and naturally to Quan.

Feeling jealously, accompanied by respect for Quan, Tariq picked up Quan’s and Aisha’s clothes from the floor and took them out with him to put in the laundry. As he straightened up from picking the clothes he saw Quan alongside Aisha in bed, both sitting. The covers having fallen off Aisha, revealing her topless form and perfect breasts as she and Quan made small talk and ate breakfast.

“I am famished, you really do take a lot out of a guy.” Quan laughed over a sip of coffee, as Tariq was slipping out of the bedroom.

“Well, you filled me up real good last night Quan, and I am still famished.” Aisha laughed back.

“I doubt any man could fill you up enough to ever satisfy your hunger Aisha.” Quan said in a semi-serious tone as Tariq closed the door behind him, still hearing the two inside laughing, clearly enjoying themselves.

As was the case with the morning, the rest of the seemed to drag for Tariq. Aisha and Quan were still ensconced in the bedroom and had not summoned him since asking for breakfast. Since then, Tariq had done the laundry, pressed Quan’s clothes and washed his car carefully.

Finally around 5 pm Tariq’s cellphone buzzed again. He saw a text message from Aisha.

“Coffee, and some finger sandwiches,” was the message.

Shortly thereafter Tariq found himself knocking at his own bedroom door one more time and once again Aisha’s voice commanded him to enter.

This time the room reeked of sex. Tariq was reminded of the unmistakable odour of Aisha’s sex mixed with that of Quan’s and not seeing any used condoms, he knew that none had been used. Not that he had been expecting any. In bed, he saw Aisha lying on her back, wide away, smiling and resting with one hand behind her head. Next to her lay Quan, he too was smiling, and caressing Aisha’s thighs up and down slowly.

Again Aisha asked him to leave the food on the dresser, and he took the tray from earlier out with him as he left. This time he did not look up at all once the food had been set down. He felt like a peeping tom invading Aisha and Quan’s privacy when he saw them for just a few seconds upon entering the room.

“Oh Tariq,” Aisha called out as he was headed out.

“Yes Ma’am?” Tariq turned to face the bed, his eyes looking at the ground.

“Quan wants to take me out to dinner this evening, someplace nice, so prepare something appropriate for me.” Aisha said.

“Very well Ma’am.” Tariq said and quickly placed the breakfast try on the ground outside the door before selecting something for Aisha from her closet in the bedroom.

“And where are my clothes from yesterday?” Quan asked.

“I washed and ironed them Sir,” Tariq replied, “they are hanging in the closet right outside.”

“Good,” said Quan, and Aisha smiled at how her husband was behaving perfectly.

“The clothes I intend to wear this evening are in the bag. Iron those too.” Quan called out as Tariq left room, taking Aisha’s dress for ironing.

“Yes Sir,” said Tariq finally leaving the room.

For the next half an hour he carefully ironed clothes for his wife and her lover before taking them to the bedroom, were again Aisha lay in the bed and a running shower sound informed Tariq that Quan was bathing. Without disturbing is resting wife, Tariq quietly hung the clothes on the closet door, collected the tray and went out.

About an hour later Aisha and Quan came down where Tariq was waiting for them. He immediately lowered his eyes as they descended, Quan’s arm around Aisha’s waist.

“Don’t wait up for us Tariq, we will be late.” Said Quan as Tariq opened the door for them to leave.

“Yes Sir,” Tariq said.

Once his wife and her lover had left, Tariq went to the bedroom and opened the windows to let in some fresh air. The smell of sex was almost overpowering. He then proceeded to change the sheets, pillow cases, and towels. On the fitted bed sheet, he counted no less than 8 wet spots on his wife’s side of the bed, and was amazed at Quan’s prodigious sexual appetite and productivity. Once the cleaning had been completed, he replenished the fridge.

For the rest of the evening Tariq was left to his own devices, while Aisha and Quan went to dinner, celebrating the 1 year wedding anniversary of Quan’s best friend. Where there Aisha understood why Quan had insisted she keep her wedding band on. The looks of envy that Quan got from his friends were priceless and Aisha loved it. She felt a wonderful soreness from her night and day with Quan, who had fucked her without mercy. She was already looking forward to having Tariq’s tongue between her legs as soon as Quan left. But before that she knew that happily enough she had another night with Quan. Thorough out their time at with his friends, Quan had his hands all over Aisha, making no secret of the fact that he liked caressing her bare thighs or cupping her breasts when she sat next to him. Aisha made sure that she sat as close to Quan as possible at all times. At the same time Quan relished showing off his domination of Aisha by almost ordering her around all evening long for drinks, food, and anything else he needed, and happily Aisha obeyed without question or complaint, making Quan’s friends envy him even more, even as their wives or girlfriends gave Aisha dirty glares and angry looks.

Finally around 4 a.m. Quan drove Aisha home. Calling Tariq to inform him of their impending arrival so he could receive them at the door. Unexpectedly both were quite tired and had sex just one time before falling into deep sleep, waking up after 2 p.m. and ordering lunch in bed, which an obliging Tariq dutifully supplied.

“I must say Aisha, you have him very well trained.” Quan remarked as Tariq served them lunch.

“He has a long way to go.” Said Aisha looking haughtily at Tariq who kept quiet.

Finally, around 6 p.m. that evening Quan exited the bedroom ready to leave. Tariq spotted Quan coming down the stairs and was surprised that he had not been summoned to carry the bag to the car and ran forward to take it from Quan.

“No, its OK. I’ll see myself out, for now Aisha wants you in the bedroom immediately.” Quan stopped Tariq.

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” Tariq said and ran to the bedroom.

Inside, Tariq saw Aisha still in bed, lying on the bed, under the covers, and it looked like she had her knees against her chest.

“You wanted to see me Ma’am?” Tariq felt that still referring to her as Ma’am was correct until he moved back into the bedroom.

“Yes Tariq, I don’t have much time, so I want you to answer quickly. Are you still committed to being a member of the BC Club?” Aisha asked.

“Yes Ma’am, I am.” Tariq replied confidently.

“Good, because here is your first opportunity to back out now.” Aisha said cryptically.

“I don’t understand Ma’am.” Tariq sounded confused.

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pakihotwife:
Excellent job. Is there more to come?