EMILY AND DANNY By Matt Moreau
Emily looked at her image in the full length mirror and smiled her satisfaction. Whatever happened this night, her life and that of her husband would be changed forever?hopefully for the better. Was she certain she even wanted to do this? Was Danny, her husband? In truth, though each was excited, she knew, they both were also as nervous as could be.
It had all started two weeks ago when I had been called out on the job, I'm a computer hardware specialist; learned the trade in the military. My specialty there had been micro stuff that the Corps and the Navy SEALs used in their black ops. I'd spent one year in Marine Force Recon too, doing things no one would ever hear about before mustering out to get married. Emily was not into being a neglected serviceman's wife.
I'd left the computer in the den on standby instead of shutting it down, big mistake. When she had opened it to get a document on the desktop that she needed she had been shocked to find what I had left there.
The open page was part of a folder of back and forth emails I had downloaded and saved. Curious, she had begun to read them. Closing the computer two hours later, she was confused and not a little upset at what she had discovered: that I was a closet wimp, a wannabe cuckold; and that I had been communicating with other husbands who had like fantasies and proclivities.
That night she confronted me.
?So how long have you had these?fantasies?? said Emily.
?I don't know,? I said, ?a long time, I guess.? I was shaking in my boots, and it was obvious to her. She actually smirked.
?Since we've been married?? said Emily. ?Before??
?Before,? I admitted. ?But, it's just a fantasy. It's nothing. I never meant to really ask you to do anything, honest,? I said.
She was tapping her foot as she watched me. I found it almost impossible to meet her gaze. I was embarrassed, understandable, but I was also turned on talking to her about it, a fact more than testified to by the bulge in the front of my pants which she also noticed.
?Really? Then, how about that request for information about that big cuckold fest two weeks from now?? she said, nodding toward the still open page on the desktop.
?I?I don't know. I was just curious about what they do at those things that's all,? I said.
We'd talked for hours, well two. Emily had become intrigued. I had become concerned; I was sweating.
Well, that was all two weeks ago and now we were getting ready to go to the big ?cuckold? fest, as she was continuing to call it. I had emailed for information about it, at her instance, and I had gotten an answer back in two days. It turned out that what it actually was, was a kind of monthly get together where wives and their husbands could come and explore the cuckold lifestyle up close and personal. No pressure was exerted on anyone, or so the e-brochure claimed, but the opportunity was there to play if the couple decided it was for them.
I had at first tried to get my wife to believe that I was only interested in the mental side of it. But, after long discussion, I had been made to admit that I would like to look into it a bit more. We made the decision to attend.
And so here we are about to leave to go to it. ?Ready?? said Emily, taking a deep breath.
?I think so,? I said. ?But, we're going to stick to our deal, right??
?Yes, if either of us is uncomfortable about any of it, we will just leave and no more will be said about it,? she said.
?Yes, and tonight we do not take our clothes off for any reason,? he said, ?at least not this first time.?
?Also agreed,? said Emily. ?This is nothing more than a little information gathering expedition.?
?Okay, then, I guess we better go,? I said.
The ride to the mansion, where the do was to take place, took over an hour. As we found out, a man named Robert Stahl, a black businessman, had founded the club as he liked to think of it. A millionaire, he'd built the twenty-five room mansion at his own expense. He'd made his money in the soft porn industry, and had parlayed that, through some clever stock buys, into a truly large fortune.
We were met at the door by a white man liveried like a footman in a bad movie. ?May I take your coat, ma?am,? said the servant.
?Certainly,? said Emily, with more confidence than I know she felt.
I noticed that the man had not asked to help me. ?Can I get my coat hung up too?? I said.
?You know what this place is don't you?? asked the man.
?Not exactly, first time for us,? said Danny.
?Oh, okay. No, you have to hang it up yourself when you have been taken downstairs to cuck country,? said the servant.
?You mean my wife and I can't go in together?? I asked. I was feeling very weird, not nervous, weird. ?And what's cuck country??
?Yes, you can, well until she is spoken for by one of the studs and has accepted being with him. Then, I'm afraid, you'll have to adjourn to the basement with the other cuckolded husbands; that's what we call cuck country; it's mandatory. A woman who is responsible for taking you there will do so and lock you up while...? Suddenly I was frightened.
?Lock me up?? I said. ?The online brochure didn't say anything about that.?
?Hmm?it's in there; I'm pretty sure,? he said. I'm afraid it is expected,? he said. ?It's what we are about here.
?Anyway, hang on to your coat for a little bit. Just judging by the look of your lady, I'm positive she is going to be claimed pretty quick; I mean if I'm any judge. I mean if she wants to, you know.
?And since you folks are newbies, I'm going to get you an escort to kinda show you around and orient you. How's that?? he asked.
?Oh, and my name is David. I'm a cuckolded husband myself. We husbands are required to do the work here on kind of a rotating basis. You will be too,? he said to me, ?once your lady has made you one of us. Anyway, it works for us and for the group,? he said.
?The escort would be good, David,? I said. ?But, I'm saying right now that I do not want to be locked up.? David just shrugged.
?Definitely, no ball and chain for you dear. I know that would be way too hard for you,? echoed Emily, but, she giggled. ?If the really require it, we won't join, that's all.? I felt a little bit better with her supporting me.
We made our way into what looked like a large receiving area. Twenty or thirty people, mostly wives with black escorts, were conversing and laughing and sipping cocktails. A few white men were in evidence, maybe three or four besides me. Faces turned to see the newcomers, us, as we made our way toward the bar.
?A glass of wine, honey,? I said as we bellied up.
?Yes, please, dear,? she said. She was looking around surveying the place.
I placed the order for two glasses of burgundy, paid, and turned to see a man, a black man coming toward us. The orientor, I thought, as he neared us.
?Hi, I'm Arnold,? he said. ?You folks are the newbies, correct??
?Yes, we are thank you,? I said. ?I'm Danny Lawson and this is my wife Emily.?
?Nice to meet you. You have a very lovely wife, Danny. I know she'll like it here. Uh?you will too; I hope,? he said. He seemed nice. ?Let's have a seat at the table over there, and maybe I can make this an easy transition for you.?
We meandered the twenty feet or so to a table by a large picture window. The view was of the back yard.
?Let me do a bit of rambling, okay. I can answer most of your questions in one go, and then if you have anything else you need to have answered, I will do my best. How's that?? said Arnold. Emily and I both nodded our agreement.
?David mentioned he'd spoken to you about being locked up while your wife is being pleasured. It's a requirement, I'm afraid. But, since this is your first night, you'll get a bye.
?Anyway, when Candace takes the cucks down cuck country, we've found that husbands sometimes need a drink or two before they are put into cock-caged and locked up for the evening, at least in the case of the newbies like you,? he said. ?I admit it's hard on the husbands at first, but they get used to it. Being cock-caged is kind of a symbol of your submission to your wife and her lover. We are cuckolds after all, really our wives? and their lovers? slaves. Am I making any sense??
We both nodded. ?Sure,? I said. ?But, I just don't feel comfortable...?
?Okay, no problem, you can just wait for her to come and get you at the bar tonight if you like, but only tonight. I mean if she decides to cuckold you tonight, okay?? I nodded.
?Anyway, like I say we're into the cuckold lifestyle here. I'm sure you know that or you wouldn't be here. The wives are in charge, indirectly at least; Mr. Stahl owns everything, but he does nothing to interfere with the festivities, if you get my drift. He's in Europe right now on business, but the time may come when you meet him. He's very nice.
?The studs, are all invitees, and none are pros. They are here to fuck your wife. While they do her, like I say, you will be cloistered with the other cucks in cages in the basement. We do allow the cucks to play with each other, if you get my drift, so long that is as their wives give their consent. In cases like that the wives of the cucks see to it that their cuckolds are locked up together. Sometimes they even come down with their lovers to watch their husbands do each other; it's a very large kick for the wives, believe me,? he said.
?To play?? I said. My stomach was doing flip flops.
?Mister?Arnold?? broke in Emily.
?Mason, Arnold Mason, ma?am,? he said.
?Yes, well, my husband and I are equal partners. I?we're not into that kind of??
?Emily, please, allow me. Your husband Danny here, is here because he wants to be cuckolded by his very beautiful wife. A bit later, one of the other ladies will take you aside and give you some tips and let you in on what you will need to know. Trust me, Danny wants you to have your cake and eat it too so to speak. Don't you, Danny?? said Arnold.
I was definitely a deer in the headlights. ?Uh?uh?I want her to be happy, but this is all so new. We really kinda want to go slow at first, you know, see how it suits us,? I said.
?Yes, of course. Well, if there are no more questions??
We thanked him, me a little less enthusiastically than my wife. Then we sat and talked for a few minutes before a large black man with a huge smile and a noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans approached us. ?Hi,? he said. ?May I?? indicating that he would like to join us.
?Certainly,? said my wife. I looked daggers at her. She just raised an eyebrow to silence me. For the next twenty minutes the two of them talked virtually ignoring me, even when I made a comment that seemed called for.
It turned out that his name was Jackson. He seemed nice and more than interested in my woman. I was beginning to get cold feet. But, I wasn't quite ready to call it a night.
A tall woman with an equally tall gentleman on her arm came up to Emily. ?Excuse me, but are you the Lawsons??
?Yes, we are,? said Emily.
?I'm Candace. I have been tasked with filling you in. Emily isn't it??
?Yes, and thank you. We are on an information gathering mission tonight. Anything you can tell us will be appreciated,? said Emily. At that point Jackson and Candace? escort excused themselves and wandered off.
?Well, this is for your ears only, Emily, I'm afraid. But you can tell your husband when you feel the need or want to. There is a good reason for you to be the one to learn what I have to tell you first, really,? she said.
?Okay, honey?? said Emily looking at me with her cow eyes.
?Sure, I guess,? I said. I'll head on over to the bar and get me some reinforcement.?
?Yes, dear, do that,? said Emily.
I could see the two of them from the bar. I waited for the high sign from Emily to be able to return. The conversation evidently started slow. But then it got animated. More than once Emily's hand came up to her mouth indicating shock or surprise, I couldn't tell which. On at least two occasions I saw her giggle. I was getting concerned. Yes, the whole gig was ultimately my fault, but I was becoming more and more against the whole thing. I wanted to leave. I got my wish.
Emily gave the signal to return. I did. I returned to the table, and took my seat. Candace smiled at me, rose, and left.
?Honey,? I said. ?I want to go. I'm feeling uncomfortable.? She gave me a look of mild concern.
?Okay, Dan, if you want. We're only here for the info anyway, and I think we've learned a lot already,? she said.
We said our goodbyes to Candace and David, the latter who had seen us coming and had retrieved Emily's coat, and we left. I couldn't help but feel the stares of a dozen studs on my wife as we exited the premises and got to our car; I shivered, she noticed. The drive home was initially silent, but about halfway into the hour drive I looked over at her. She seemed lost in thought.
?I want to do it,? she said.
?I don't,? I said. ?It's too much.?
?I thought you might feel that way,? she said. ?But, before we make a decision we'll talk. Okay??
?Talk yes, but I didn't like it, Em. It is too scary. I'm afraid??
?There's nothing to be afraid of,? she said. ?It's just a place to play. Candace really laid it on me in that half hour or so that we talked. I understand better now how to do this and what it's all about. Again, there is nothing to be afraid of. Even locking you in a cock cage isn't that big a deal; it'll heighten your cuck experience is all. Candace told me all newbies are afraid of that at first; it is very humiliating. But, isn't that part of it after all, I mean I've read a lot of your emails and web stories. Hubbies who need to be cuckolded are actually turned on by the humiliation. Right??
?Yes, I suppose, but Emily, I'm afraid of losing you to some kind of sex club. I am not willing to risk that. Not now, not ever,? I said.
For the first time she looked at me with real concern in her eyes. I caught it.
?Yes, I'm not ashamed to say it. I think that if we do this it will be the end of us. I love you too much to risk that,? I said.
?Danny, whether we do this or not, there is absolutely no chance that you will ever lose me. Not to any of those black studs, not to anyone?ever?honest,? she said.
I was not convinced.
******
For several days neither of us had too much to say about our little foray at the mansion. But, by Thursday night of the following week, I guess Emily figured that enough time had elapsed that she could bring up the subject and reason with me.
?Danny we need to talk,? she said. She didn't have to tell me what the talk was going to be about. It was written all over her. What had been my fantasy and was no longer, was now hers.
I just nodded.
?As I mentioned that night in the car, Danny, I want to do it. I want to cuckold you.?
?I can't do it, Em. I just can't. I'm afraid,? I said.
?Danny, you don't have to go. It would be better if you do. I really need to have you near me; to make me feel safe. But, if I have to go a few times by myself to make you feel safer; that's okay too,? she said.
?Are you saying that you don't care what I think or need; that you are going to do it whether I'm on board or not? Is that what you're saying!? I said.
?Danny, I do care what you need. But, you need to care what I need. I have to do this. I have to do it for me and for us. Are you going to hear me out, or are you just going to shut me down.? I nodded for her to go on, but tears were beginning to creep into the corners of my eyes. She wiped them away with her hand.
?My talk with Candace opened my eyes to how I have to treat you, and how to make this work for both of us. I promise to bring you along gently, my gentle man,? she said. ?I know you are very fragile right now. Candace told me you would be. She knew you'd be afraid. Everything she said is coming true just like she said it would.
?What she also told me was how to build your trust in me. How to get you to love what we'll be doing. And, it will be we, not just me fucking other men. We'll both be having fun; you'll see. Some of the things we'll be doing are a little shocking, and frankly, you aren't ready for all of them yet, but other things we can do right now to build your confidence and feelings of safety. I just hope you'll give me a chance. Will you?? she was pleading.
?You haven't answered my question,? I said.
?My answer is that if you really don't want me to, then I will honor your wishes and not do it. I'll be mortally disappointed, but I will not go against you if you feel that strongly.? I had the feeling that she knew how I was about to react to her words. But, I was powerless to say or do otherwise.
?Okay then, we'll go once. If it works out okay, we'll go again. But, if I say to stop, we stop. Do you agree?? I said.
?Yes, my darling man. And, I have some presents for you. I bought them this week hoping you'd agree to go with me. I'm glad I didn't waste my money,? she said giggling. ?But, right now I need you to make love to me.? She said it like she was scolding me. ?Take me right here in the kitchen my husband. Take me now.?
She stood and began to take off her clothes. Soon she was naked and I noted that her pussy was shaved bare; that was new. I wondered if it was for me. I was out of my clothes in nanoseconds or so it seemed. We stood in front of each other and just looked into each others? eyes. I reached out and took her breast in my hand and leaned in to suckle on its nipple.
I went to my knees and licked her mound, her slit and then nibbled on her clit as she spread her legs a little to accommodate me. I turned her around and kissed her butt. I spread her crack and licked her anus doing my best to force my tongue deep inside of her. She bent over and braced herself on the sink.
?That's it baby, suck my anus now. Suck it like my good little cucky to be.? And I did. I stood and rammed my pole into her pussy and hammered her hard for some minutes. She stiffened. She screamed and shuddered in as powerful an orgasm as she had ever had engulfed her. I emptied my load into her. She seemed to relax and kind of sag into the counter.
?Take your little cucky to be to bed, darling. I need to cuddle,? I said. She did. She led me by my now limp penis into the bedroom and we lay down together. It was good.
It was Saturday morning before the events of the previous Thursday were brought up again. And, I still hadn't gotten my presents.
******
The sun is my alarm clock, always has been. It didn't fail me today. I got up, stretched, headed for the bathroom and got myself in order. Dressed in khakis and flip-flops, I headed downstairs. I could smell the bacon and the coffee.
?Mornin?,? she said greeting me. ?Sleep well??
?Yeah, well, I was exhausted,? I said. ?But don't worry, I'll be good for an encore tonight.? I smiled the smile of an overly indulged Cheshire cat.
?Honey??
Her tone was not conducive to making me feel good. ?Yes? What?? I said, becoming suspicious. I could see she was nervous. I frowned.
?Last night?well?last night will be it I'm afraid for a while. I need to get you really horny. Can you understand that? I mean it's for your own good. Really. Candace told me how to do this. I mean?okay? I mean so we can cultivate this new cuckold lifestyle.?
She must've realized what a crushing effect her words were having on me. One clue might have been the fact that my lower jaw was no more than three inches from the surface of the floor. ?How long?? It was all I could manage to say. I said it so quietly that I think it shook her.
?Just until the next do,? she said.
?Three weeks!? I screamed. She fell backwards into the sink. So last night was just a come on, is that it! The appetizer for good ?ole cucky,? I was furious at being used, as I saw it. Taken advantage of. Fooled. Whatever it was that she was trying to do.
?I'm invoking our agreement. It's over. And we will have sex tonight or I'm moving out today,? I said.
?Danny, you don't mean it. I mean, I thought we had an arrangement. I thought you understood??
?Fuck you!? I said. ?You go to your dirty little party. Hell, party every day, every night. I'm the fuck outta here,? I said. I looked at the bacon and eggs that were already on the table. I picked up each of the platters and threw them as hard as I could against the wall. The broken dishware and food mess splattered everywhere. I didn't give a fuck; I wasn't going to be around to clean it up. Fuck her and Jackson and Candace and the whole lot of them. I was done with it.
?Danny! Wait! Please Danny Please!? she was screaming her words at my back I was already halfway up the stairs before she could get out of the kitchen.
I began packing as soon as I hit the room. I pulled out two large suitcases and threw everything I could see that was mine into them. Amazing that after twenty years of marriage, that I had so little, really, that was important enough to take with me. Done, I looked around. I could hear her sobbing in the hallway. She knew better than to interrupt me in the room. I looked around one last time. I saw our wedding picture sitting on the end table. I picked it and the two bags up and went into the hallway. She was three feet from the door and leaning back against the wall. I put my bags down for a moment. She cowered shrinking down closer to the floor. I held the wedding picture up for her to see.
?Remember this? It was the one we thought was the best. You said you thought it held the promise of our future together. Of our love for each other.? I laid it on my palm and with all of the strength I had I smashed it against the wall. My hand became a bleeding mess as the glass from the frame tore into my flesh. I didn't even notice it. I picked up the two bags and stormed out.
?Daaannnnyyyyyy!? she wailed. ?I'm sorry. I take it back?? I wasn't listening. I threw the bags in the back of the pickup and peeled rubber leaving.
I found myself in the Roundhouse, my favorite bar. The adrenalin was flowing. I was dangerously angry, but I was quiet. I kept thinking about how wonderful the sex had been the night before. Spontaneous and wonderful. Then, this morning, she had dashed all of my illusions; it had not been spontaneous; it had been a set up. I had never been so low as I was at this moment, and I had never been so filled with anger.
In the entire twenty years of our marriage we had rarely gone three days without sex. Now, she expected me to go three weeks! Fat fucking chance! What I needed now was a helluva lot more firewater and a girlfriend. Well, I had half of what I needed.
I don't know how she knew where to come, but two hours, three doubles, and a couple of beer chasers into my misery she slid onto the stool next to mine.
?Buy me a drink, sailor?? said Candace.
I looked at her with what had to have been a shocked expression to anyone within visual range. ?What the fuck do you want? You're my wife's pal not mine. Get lost,? I said, as brutally as I could.
?I'll take that as a no. Barkeep, can I have gin and tonic, please?? she said.
?Boy, Emily didn't exaggerate, did she,? said Candace.
?You still here?? I said coldly.
?Yes, well, it is a public place. Look, Danny, I gave Emily the advice that I thought would be the most useful to you guys starting out. I guess I was wrong. You weren't ready to be denied her pussy cold turkey like that. I am so sorry for fucking things up for you two.
?Please how can I set this right. I need to set it right,? she said.
?You need! You need to fuck off. I will never stay married to a woman who denies me sex, let alone love. My marriage is history. Find someone else and fuck up their life. Mine's already in the shitter.?
?Danny, I need you to hear what I'm saying. I will do whatever it takes to get you two back together. I take full responsibility for your fight with Emily. That woman loves you, no matter what you believe right now, and she was trying to prove it to you. What you two were about to embark on is a really fun lifestyle. You were almost there. You just needed a little guidance; I gave you guys the wrong kind; it's my fault. I tried to give guidance to Emily, but I analyzed the situation wrongly. Usually, I'm right on, no brag just fact, but this time I really messed up. Please forgive me, ?kay??
?Do you know what she told me? Do you! She told me I was getting? no more sex until the party next month! Three fucking weeks and no sex. Lady, that ain't happening. No sex? No way!? I said.
?That was just to make you horny for the big night. Really your first night as it were. New cuckolds need to be on the edge horny-wise. Did she tell you about your presents?? said Candace.
?Yes, but I never saw them. Don't know what they are. Don't wanna know. I'm done with this fantasy shit. You can tell her that. She can play her games with someone else. Like I said, I'm history,? I said.
?Danny, that woman loves you and only you. You have to go back and start over. It is your fantasy, isn't it? You still need that. I, and I mean I, just went about it wrong when I told Emily how she might want to proceed. You weren't ready. You would have liked it, but you weren't ready for denial of any kind, let alone denial of sex. I had thought you were. I really am sorry,? she said.
?I can't go back. I burned my bridges with her. If I went back she'd treat me like dirt, and then it would be even worse than it is now. I can't go back,? I said.
She smiled at me. ?Danny, why do you think I'm here? I can't read minds. Emily called me and begged me to tell her what to do. Of course my answer was to come here myself and try to mediate this disaster before it got out of hand.?
?What are you saying, Candace? You saying she wants me back? I mean on my terms?? I said.
?I'm saying exactly that,? she said.
I watched her as she stirred her drink. She was thinking, trying to figure how to phrase her next words.
?Danny your terms. But, if you want the lifestyle that I think you do, you'll want to obey her, but only because you want to not because you have to. Jesus, I hope I said that right,? she said.
?You're saying that I have the final say in this shit. Is that right?? I said.
?Yes, and you don't have to accept being denied sex with your wife. You should want to try though. You need to let her help you stay celibate for the next few weeks. The best experience for you cuckies comes when you're really really horny. So, you should want to be totally celibate?no cumming?between now and the party night. But, like I say, you can beg off if you want; that's the real deal.
?But, I must add the best cuck experience comes when the cucky is under his wife's thumb. I know you've read enough stories and articles to know that.
?The problem always arises when the husband, the cuck, is afraid of losing his wife, or of being humiliated beyond his ability to endure it. I think that that is part of why you came apart like you did when she mentioned cutting you off for the next three weeks.
?I think that the solution for you guys is to let you decide if you can handle it. And then?well'to let you try, or not if that's how you want it. Your wife will encourage you, help you, to succeed; so that you can get the full experience three weeks from now,? said Candace.
I was mulling over what she said. I was still angry, but the anger was ebbing. ?And, if I go back now I won't be stepping into a bad situation?? I said.
?Absolutely not,? said Candace. ?I can tell you totally without fear of contradiction that Emily is home right now biting her fingernails hoping I will succeed here.?
?Okay then, I'll go back. She and I will talk. I'm not saying I will accept any of this. She better know it; and I'm not kidding,? I said, firing the final salvo in the debate.
Candace smiled. She leaned in and kissed me. ?Don't forget to ask for your presents.? With that we said our goodbyes and she was gone.
******
I sat in my car in our driveway for some minutes before getting the courage to get out and go into the house. She was waiting at the kitchen table.
She was actually shaking. ?Hello, Emily,? I said. ?Candace talked to me. You knew that of course??
?Oh good,? said Emily. ?Yes, I knew. I asked her to, actually.
?Danny, I don't know what she told you. But, whatever she told you I'm glad you're here. I will do whatever you want, honey. Anything. Really,? she said.
I leaned back against the sink and spread my arms wide for her to come to me. She flew into them sobbing her heart out. I held her. ?Tomorrow we talk,? I said. ?But, for now, just know that I love you. I do not want to lose you, and I am afraid, Em. I am afraid. Can you understand that??
?I know you silly man. I know. But losing me is absolutely the last thing that will happen before the end of the world.? We talked long, but celibacy was not mentioned. Nothing was mentioned about the party. I had said we would talk about it tomorrow, and she did not challenge me, a good sign.
Later, we went to bed and fucked like bunnies. Again, no mention was made about my being denied sex. And yet again, I knew that tomorrow, I would be talking to my wife about just that, but tonight I was getting my way. I hadn't done it consciously, but afterwards I knew that our fucking had been a test for her, a test fuck; she passed the test.
We were once again seated at the kitchen table. I was stirring my coffee, which was strange, because I drank mine black no sugar. ?Candace told me some things,? I began. ?First of all, where's all of these fancy presents I supposedly have coming,? I said. I saw fear pass across my wife's face.
?What?? I said. ?Candace told me to ask. Your look tells me you don't want me to ask. So, what??
?No, it's just that??
?Just what? What am I missing?? I said.
?Well'they're cucky presents,? said Emily. ?I mean only a cuckold would want to know about them, want to have them. I do not want to upset you with them. My god! I do not want to upset you by giving them to you.?
?I see,? I said. ?Let me ease your mind. Candace said you'd be good with it if I didn't want to do the cucky scene. Or, if I did, that we would back out on a moment's notice if I didn't like it. Just like we agreed before. You really and truly good with all of that??
?Yes. Yes Danny, I am,? she said. ?But for me to give you these kinds of presents, you have to want to be my cuckold or there is no point to it. Do you want to be my cuckold, Danny? It's okay if you don't, but I just need to know. I'm so confused.?
?I think that I do, if I can have the safety net of being able to pull us out on a moment's notice,? I said. I had thought long and hard about the whole scene while sleeping not at all the night before.
?Okay, then,? she said. ?Wait here for a moment. I'll be right back.?
She was gone for no more than two minutes. She was carrying a small gym bag. She also had a dowel, maybe three feet or less long. It was very thin, maybe a quarter-inch and it was wrapped very carefully in black electrical tape. I was very curious about the dowel.
She set the gym bag down. She was crying, not sobbing, but crying. I think she was afraid. ?Danny, I don't know if we should go any farther here. I think we're fine without any of this. I know I can live without the cuckolding thing if you can. There is no need for us to do this.?
I was conflicted. Being her cuckold had long been my fantasy, but my terror at the possibility of losing her to some stud bull had gotten in the way. But, deep down the fantasy still held me in thrall.
Candace had finally been able to convince me that so long as I really did have ultimate control that living the reality of the fantasy was going to be good. Of course, had I known at that moment of the consequences, and how they would unfold over the next months, of this decision'the one we were making now?I likely would never have found out what was in that bag. But know I must, and so I signaled her to carry on.
I looked at her there in her pink day dress, low cut in the front and maybe two inches above her knee. Her brown hair was all fluffed out and curly as it billowed out around her face. I noticed too that she was wearing low heels, maybe two-inchers, and that her makeup, though somewhat understated, had been touched up. It occurred to me that she looked awfully sexy for a woman who was worried about losing her marriage. The way she was dressed?it was?it was to titillate me. She wanted me turned on. It didn't seem to be exactly a set up, but I had to wonder if the way she looked had been Candace? idea. I'd have bet the pink slip to my pickup that it had been.
She unzipped the bag and pulled out a small box. ?This was supposed to keep you celibate for the time between parties,? she said. ?But we don't have to use it at all. But, you wanted to see this stuff. So anyway?? She handed me the box. She smiled a little bit; I think she was giggling now, inside, but trying to hide it.
I took the box and opened it. It was a small plastic tube and a couple of rings. There was a small padlock and a couple of keys obviously made for it. I looked up at her. I knew what it probably was. She was smiling broadly now.
?Well, you asked, honey. But, I know you won't want to be wearing it. I mean I know you won't want to be denied sex at all. I completely understand,? she said. ?It was just an idea to keep you horny at the time, that's all.?
?What else is in there?? I said, not commenting on the cock cage for the moment. I could feel my hardness betraying my calm demeanor.
?Honey, we don't have to do any more of this, really,? she said.
?Now, Emily, you know damn well that you are going to show me the rest of what's in that bag; so let's stop fucking around and get to it, all right?? I said, trying not to seem too excited. She did giggle now, and the mood in the room became more relaxed.
She pulled out a stack of what had to have been a dozen or so pairs of female panties, all different colors and all frilly and girlish.
I looked at her questioningly. ?Those are for you. Why are you showing them to me with my?gifts,? I asked.
?They're for you, dear. For you to dress like my little cuckold sissy,? she said. She couldn't help but laugh at my obvious consternation. ?Don't be so shocked, dear, husbands in your internet stories wear them. It?it?well, it adds to their voluntary humiliation, especially when their wives pantses them in front of their bulls.?
?What else is in there?? I said.
?Nothing else,? she said, 'that's all.?
?What's that for?? I asked, pointing to the dowel.
?It's a switch, of course, honey,? she said.
?Huh??
?To?well?well'to spank you with. You know as part of the cuckold scene. You bent over the back of the couch or something getting your just punishment,? she said smiling like a possum. ?Candace told me of how sometimes men are condemned at Mr. Stahl's house and they are publicly spanked so everyone there can see and laugh at them. Part of the scene that's all. I mean wives spanking their husbands publicly like that.?
I stood up. Went to her. Yanked her to her feet. Led her to the back of the couch she was sitting on and bent her over it. I pulled up her dress and slowly peeled down her panties. I dropped my own pants and without a further word pushed into her. I fucked her for some minutes finally cumming. She had two small orgasms while I was doing her.
I pulled out of her and ordered her to turn around and get down on her knees. She looked at me kind of funny, but did as I asked. ?Get me hard again,? I said. She did, her mouth alternately teasing and sucking me to a fierce hardness. She sucked me a long time. Finally, I exploded into her mouth. She drank it all.
?Okay,? I said, as my penis shrank to a tenth the size it had been but a short time before, ?put it on me.?
?Huh??
?Lock up my penis, Emily, before it grows too big to fit inside of the tube,? I said.
?You mean??
?Yes, that screwing and that blow job we just shared will have to do me until the night of the next party,? I said. ?Remember, no arguments about me needing sex when I need it. But, I will try to last till then.?
She immediately got the small box, into which I had returned the contents. She pulled the tube out and slipped it over my penis. I was so emptied of sauce that she had no trouble. She tugged a little on my glans as they began to poke out the end. Then, she attached the ring that looped around my balls and hitched it together to the tube finally padlocking the device into place. The device itself was stainless steel. It wasn't coming off without the key. I was celibate until she let me out.
She looked up at me. ?Are you sure, Danny. I mean we really don't need to??
?I think so,? I said. ?I think so. Just remember our deal. If I say it's over??
?Yes, and I am good with that. But it is kinda exciting, huh?? she said. ?You are going to be one horny fella at that party.?
?For damn sure,? I said. I think she giggled for half an hour.
******
She was right and so was I. I was one horny fella when we arrived at the party, and I still was now fifteen minutes later. The difference was, that she had taken my cock cage off and left it at home. I could cum now, if I wanted, anyway I wanted; except that is, by fucking a woman. She told me that I was allowed to play with the other cucks in cuck country if I thought it would give me pleasure. She even said that she would allow it, and that she see if she could find another woman whose husband needed relief to be locked up with me when we were led down to the cages. I was scared, but I had to admit titillated.
Again, we, the cucks, did have our hands or each other, while we were at the mansion, but that was it. We were all cuckolds or about to become cuckolds, as in my case, and we were going to be treated like it, and we were expected to act like it. And, yes, I was wearing a pair of frilly lavender panties under my clothes. Emily could hardly contain her laughter as she had put them on me.
?Are you okay, honey,? said Emily. ?If you feel at all bad let me know and we're out of here. I mean it. This has to be good for both of us or it's a no go.? Her words made me feel a little less apprehensive.
?I'm okay,? I said. ?I will let you know if things are hairy for me. Don't worry. You have fun.? I said this last with some misgivings. I still was worried that someone would try to steal my wife from me. That was the one intolerable fly in the ointment.
She smiled at me. ?Let's go to the bar and have a glass of wine. Kinda watch the goings and comings for a little bit. Okay?? she said. I nodded and we headed for the bar.
A white man, obviously a cuck served us; he was wearing a collar with a woman's name on it. I was looking at it, and Emily smiled.
?Once you've been cuckolded dear you get one too. It identifies you as my property.? She laughed. ?It's something new that they just started with tonight. Candace called me yesterday to see if we were coming. She told me about it.?
I paid and we sipped the red elixir slowly, not caring to get sloshed. We were here for another reason, and it had little to do with alcohol. Ten minutes later her patience, or maybe it was mine, was rewarded.
?Hi. Emily isn't it?? said Jackson. He didn't even look at me. But he was all smiles and conviviality for Emily.
?Hi,? said my wife. ?Yes, I'm Emily. I remember meeting you the last time we were here. You remember my husband, don't you?? She indicated me by putting a loose hand on my shoulder.
?Uh'sure,? said Jackson. He nodded to me and then, in a most practiced and unmistakable way, went out of his way to ignore me.
?As I recall, Emily, the last time you were here, you were cruising and checking the place out. Now you're back, are you here for some fun this time?? he said.
She looked at me one last time seeking my silent okay. I smiled at her and took a sip of my wine. She looked back at the tall, well built black man. ?Yes, I think so,? she said. He offered her his arm. They wandered off together leaving me abandoned and alone; but, as it happened not for long.
?I see Jackson has commandeered your wife,? said the voice from behind me.
?Candace! You startled me,? I said. ?Uh?yes, I guess it's going to happen to me tonight. I'm going to be a cuckold for real. But?I don't know?I feel kind of weird, maybe even a little afraid still.?
?I figured. That's why I came over. You know, to kinda hold your hand while he fucks her. Don't worry, she'll love you twice as much for allowing her this moment of excitement,? said Candace. ?Buy a girl a drink??
?Sure,? I said. I felt lots better with Candace standing there figuratively holding my hand. I needed the reassurance more than I had thought that I would.
?You know, Danny, When your wife comes back to collar you, I really will need to take you down to cuck country. That's where you belong now; it really is required. I will be locking you up,? she said. ?Okay??
?I can even lock you up with another cucky if you want. You may need it. You can give each other handjobs?or?but Emily will have to okay it of course.?
?She already has, at least to me,? I said. ?I guess I would like the company, and maybe the help, I suppose.? I knew I was turning beet red.
?Don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural given how horny you must be,? said Candace.
?I am that,? I said.
She raised her eyebrows and giggled..
?Candace'thank you. I think you may have saved our marriage,? I said. ?I'll go down where I belong when she comes to get me.
?Oh, by the way. She did give me my?presents. They, the presents were kind of a shock, but I accept them as my lot.?
She smiled. ?I would love to watch you getting it in the butt. But, right now we have something we have to do,? she said.
?Huh?? I said.
?Here comes your wife. She has to pants you. You are wearing your uniform?? she said.
I must have turned three shades of crimson. ?Uh?yes,? I said. ?You mean here and now. In front of everybody? She's gonna pants me??
?Uh huh. It's your lo
Emily looked at her image in the full length mirror and smiled her satisfaction. Whatever happened this night, her life and that of her husband would be changed forever?hopefully for the better. Was she certain she even wanted to do this? Was Danny, her husband? In truth, though each was excited, she knew, they both were also as nervous as could be.
It had all started two weeks ago when I had been called out on the job, I'm a computer hardware specialist; learned the trade in the military. My specialty there had been micro stuff that the Corps and the Navy SEALs used in their black ops. I'd spent one year in Marine Force Recon too, doing things no one would ever hear about before mustering out to get married. Emily was not into being a neglected serviceman's wife.
I'd left the computer in the den on standby instead of shutting it down, big mistake. When she had opened it to get a document on the desktop that she needed she had been shocked to find what I had left there.
The open page was part of a folder of back and forth emails I had downloaded and saved. Curious, she had begun to read them. Closing the computer two hours later, she was confused and not a little upset at what she had discovered: that I was a closet wimp, a wannabe cuckold; and that I had been communicating with other husbands who had like fantasies and proclivities.
That night she confronted me.
?So how long have you had these?fantasies?? said Emily.
?I don't know,? I said, ?a long time, I guess.? I was shaking in my boots, and it was obvious to her. She actually smirked.
?Since we've been married?? said Emily. ?Before??
?Before,? I admitted. ?But, it's just a fantasy. It's nothing. I never meant to really ask you to do anything, honest,? I said.
She was tapping her foot as she watched me. I found it almost impossible to meet her gaze. I was embarrassed, understandable, but I was also turned on talking to her about it, a fact more than testified to by the bulge in the front of my pants which she also noticed.
?Really? Then, how about that request for information about that big cuckold fest two weeks from now?? she said, nodding toward the still open page on the desktop.
?I?I don't know. I was just curious about what they do at those things that's all,? I said.
We'd talked for hours, well two. Emily had become intrigued. I had become concerned; I was sweating.
Well, that was all two weeks ago and now we were getting ready to go to the big ?cuckold? fest, as she was continuing to call it. I had emailed for information about it, at her instance, and I had gotten an answer back in two days. It turned out that what it actually was, was a kind of monthly get together where wives and their husbands could come and explore the cuckold lifestyle up close and personal. No pressure was exerted on anyone, or so the e-brochure claimed, but the opportunity was there to play if the couple decided it was for them.
I had at first tried to get my wife to believe that I was only interested in the mental side of it. But, after long discussion, I had been made to admit that I would like to look into it a bit more. We made the decision to attend.
And so here we are about to leave to go to it. ?Ready?? said Emily, taking a deep breath.
?I think so,? I said. ?But, we're going to stick to our deal, right??
?Yes, if either of us is uncomfortable about any of it, we will just leave and no more will be said about it,? she said.
?Yes, and tonight we do not take our clothes off for any reason,? he said, ?at least not this first time.?
?Also agreed,? said Emily. ?This is nothing more than a little information gathering expedition.?
?Okay, then, I guess we better go,? I said.
The ride to the mansion, where the do was to take place, took over an hour. As we found out, a man named Robert Stahl, a black businessman, had founded the club as he liked to think of it. A millionaire, he'd built the twenty-five room mansion at his own expense. He'd made his money in the soft porn industry, and had parlayed that, through some clever stock buys, into a truly large fortune.
We were met at the door by a white man liveried like a footman in a bad movie. ?May I take your coat, ma?am,? said the servant.
?Certainly,? said Emily, with more confidence than I know she felt.
I noticed that the man had not asked to help me. ?Can I get my coat hung up too?? I said.
?You know what this place is don't you?? asked the man.
?Not exactly, first time for us,? said Danny.
?Oh, okay. No, you have to hang it up yourself when you have been taken downstairs to cuck country,? said the servant.
?You mean my wife and I can't go in together?? I asked. I was feeling very weird, not nervous, weird. ?And what's cuck country??
?Yes, you can, well until she is spoken for by one of the studs and has accepted being with him. Then, I'm afraid, you'll have to adjourn to the basement with the other cuckolded husbands; that's what we call cuck country; it's mandatory. A woman who is responsible for taking you there will do so and lock you up while...? Suddenly I was frightened.
?Lock me up?? I said. ?The online brochure didn't say anything about that.?
?Hmm?it's in there; I'm pretty sure,? he said. I'm afraid it is expected,? he said. ?It's what we are about here.
?Anyway, hang on to your coat for a little bit. Just judging by the look of your lady, I'm positive she is going to be claimed pretty quick; I mean if I'm any judge. I mean if she wants to, you know.
?And since you folks are newbies, I'm going to get you an escort to kinda show you around and orient you. How's that?? he asked.
?Oh, and my name is David. I'm a cuckolded husband myself. We husbands are required to do the work here on kind of a rotating basis. You will be too,? he said to me, ?once your lady has made you one of us. Anyway, it works for us and for the group,? he said.
?The escort would be good, David,? I said. ?But, I'm saying right now that I do not want to be locked up.? David just shrugged.
?Definitely, no ball and chain for you dear. I know that would be way too hard for you,? echoed Emily, but, she giggled. ?If the really require it, we won't join, that's all.? I felt a little bit better with her supporting me.
We made our way into what looked like a large receiving area. Twenty or thirty people, mostly wives with black escorts, were conversing and laughing and sipping cocktails. A few white men were in evidence, maybe three or four besides me. Faces turned to see the newcomers, us, as we made our way toward the bar.
?A glass of wine, honey,? I said as we bellied up.
?Yes, please, dear,? she said. She was looking around surveying the place.
I placed the order for two glasses of burgundy, paid, and turned to see a man, a black man coming toward us. The orientor, I thought, as he neared us.
?Hi, I'm Arnold,? he said. ?You folks are the newbies, correct??
?Yes, we are thank you,? I said. ?I'm Danny Lawson and this is my wife Emily.?
?Nice to meet you. You have a very lovely wife, Danny. I know she'll like it here. Uh?you will too; I hope,? he said. He seemed nice. ?Let's have a seat at the table over there, and maybe I can make this an easy transition for you.?
We meandered the twenty feet or so to a table by a large picture window. The view was of the back yard.
?Let me do a bit of rambling, okay. I can answer most of your questions in one go, and then if you have anything else you need to have answered, I will do my best. How's that?? said Arnold. Emily and I both nodded our agreement.
?David mentioned he'd spoken to you about being locked up while your wife is being pleasured. It's a requirement, I'm afraid. But, since this is your first night, you'll get a bye.
?Anyway, when Candace takes the cucks down cuck country, we've found that husbands sometimes need a drink or two before they are put into cock-caged and locked up for the evening, at least in the case of the newbies like you,? he said. ?I admit it's hard on the husbands at first, but they get used to it. Being cock-caged is kind of a symbol of your submission to your wife and her lover. We are cuckolds after all, really our wives? and their lovers? slaves. Am I making any sense??
We both nodded. ?Sure,? I said. ?But, I just don't feel comfortable...?
?Okay, no problem, you can just wait for her to come and get you at the bar tonight if you like, but only tonight. I mean if she decides to cuckold you tonight, okay?? I nodded.
?Anyway, like I say we're into the cuckold lifestyle here. I'm sure you know that or you wouldn't be here. The wives are in charge, indirectly at least; Mr. Stahl owns everything, but he does nothing to interfere with the festivities, if you get my drift. He's in Europe right now on business, but the time may come when you meet him. He's very nice.
?The studs, are all invitees, and none are pros. They are here to fuck your wife. While they do her, like I say, you will be cloistered with the other cucks in cages in the basement. We do allow the cucks to play with each other, if you get my drift, so long that is as their wives give their consent. In cases like that the wives of the cucks see to it that their cuckolds are locked up together. Sometimes they even come down with their lovers to watch their husbands do each other; it's a very large kick for the wives, believe me,? he said.
?To play?? I said. My stomach was doing flip flops.
?Mister?Arnold?? broke in Emily.
?Mason, Arnold Mason, ma?am,? he said.
?Yes, well, my husband and I are equal partners. I?we're not into that kind of??
?Emily, please, allow me. Your husband Danny here, is here because he wants to be cuckolded by his very beautiful wife. A bit later, one of the other ladies will take you aside and give you some tips and let you in on what you will need to know. Trust me, Danny wants you to have your cake and eat it too so to speak. Don't you, Danny?? said Arnold.
I was definitely a deer in the headlights. ?Uh?uh?I want her to be happy, but this is all so new. We really kinda want to go slow at first, you know, see how it suits us,? I said.
?Yes, of course. Well, if there are no more questions??
We thanked him, me a little less enthusiastically than my wife. Then we sat and talked for a few minutes before a large black man with a huge smile and a noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans approached us. ?Hi,? he said. ?May I?? indicating that he would like to join us.
?Certainly,? said my wife. I looked daggers at her. She just raised an eyebrow to silence me. For the next twenty minutes the two of them talked virtually ignoring me, even when I made a comment that seemed called for.
It turned out that his name was Jackson. He seemed nice and more than interested in my woman. I was beginning to get cold feet. But, I wasn't quite ready to call it a night.
A tall woman with an equally tall gentleman on her arm came up to Emily. ?Excuse me, but are you the Lawsons??
?Yes, we are,? said Emily.
?I'm Candace. I have been tasked with filling you in. Emily isn't it??
?Yes, and thank you. We are on an information gathering mission tonight. Anything you can tell us will be appreciated,? said Emily. At that point Jackson and Candace? escort excused themselves and wandered off.
?Well, this is for your ears only, Emily, I'm afraid. But you can tell your husband when you feel the need or want to. There is a good reason for you to be the one to learn what I have to tell you first, really,? she said.
?Okay, honey?? said Emily looking at me with her cow eyes.
?Sure, I guess,? I said. I'll head on over to the bar and get me some reinforcement.?
?Yes, dear, do that,? said Emily.
I could see the two of them from the bar. I waited for the high sign from Emily to be able to return. The conversation evidently started slow. But then it got animated. More than once Emily's hand came up to her mouth indicating shock or surprise, I couldn't tell which. On at least two occasions I saw her giggle. I was getting concerned. Yes, the whole gig was ultimately my fault, but I was becoming more and more against the whole thing. I wanted to leave. I got my wish.
Emily gave the signal to return. I did. I returned to the table, and took my seat. Candace smiled at me, rose, and left.
?Honey,? I said. ?I want to go. I'm feeling uncomfortable.? She gave me a look of mild concern.
?Okay, Dan, if you want. We're only here for the info anyway, and I think we've learned a lot already,? she said.
We said our goodbyes to Candace and David, the latter who had seen us coming and had retrieved Emily's coat, and we left. I couldn't help but feel the stares of a dozen studs on my wife as we exited the premises and got to our car; I shivered, she noticed. The drive home was initially silent, but about halfway into the hour drive I looked over at her. She seemed lost in thought.
?I want to do it,? she said.
?I don't,? I said. ?It's too much.?
?I thought you might feel that way,? she said. ?But, before we make a decision we'll talk. Okay??
?Talk yes, but I didn't like it, Em. It is too scary. I'm afraid??
?There's nothing to be afraid of,? she said. ?It's just a place to play. Candace really laid it on me in that half hour or so that we talked. I understand better now how to do this and what it's all about. Again, there is nothing to be afraid of. Even locking you in a cock cage isn't that big a deal; it'll heighten your cuck experience is all. Candace told me all newbies are afraid of that at first; it is very humiliating. But, isn't that part of it after all, I mean I've read a lot of your emails and web stories. Hubbies who need to be cuckolded are actually turned on by the humiliation. Right??
?Yes, I suppose, but Emily, I'm afraid of losing you to some kind of sex club. I am not willing to risk that. Not now, not ever,? I said.
For the first time she looked at me with real concern in her eyes. I caught it.
?Yes, I'm not ashamed to say it. I think that if we do this it will be the end of us. I love you too much to risk that,? I said.
?Danny, whether we do this or not, there is absolutely no chance that you will ever lose me. Not to any of those black studs, not to anyone?ever?honest,? she said.
I was not convinced.
******
For several days neither of us had too much to say about our little foray at the mansion. But, by Thursday night of the following week, I guess Emily figured that enough time had elapsed that she could bring up the subject and reason with me.
?Danny we need to talk,? she said. She didn't have to tell me what the talk was going to be about. It was written all over her. What had been my fantasy and was no longer, was now hers.
I just nodded.
?As I mentioned that night in the car, Danny, I want to do it. I want to cuckold you.?
?I can't do it, Em. I just can't. I'm afraid,? I said.
?Danny, you don't have to go. It would be better if you do. I really need to have you near me; to make me feel safe. But, if I have to go a few times by myself to make you feel safer; that's okay too,? she said.
?Are you saying that you don't care what I think or need; that you are going to do it whether I'm on board or not? Is that what you're saying!? I said.
?Danny, I do care what you need. But, you need to care what I need. I have to do this. I have to do it for me and for us. Are you going to hear me out, or are you just going to shut me down.? I nodded for her to go on, but tears were beginning to creep into the corners of my eyes. She wiped them away with her hand.
?My talk with Candace opened my eyes to how I have to treat you, and how to make this work for both of us. I promise to bring you along gently, my gentle man,? she said. ?I know you are very fragile right now. Candace told me you would be. She knew you'd be afraid. Everything she said is coming true just like she said it would.
?What she also told me was how to build your trust in me. How to get you to love what we'll be doing. And, it will be we, not just me fucking other men. We'll both be having fun; you'll see. Some of the things we'll be doing are a little shocking, and frankly, you aren't ready for all of them yet, but other things we can do right now to build your confidence and feelings of safety. I just hope you'll give me a chance. Will you?? she was pleading.
?You haven't answered my question,? I said.
?My answer is that if you really don't want me to, then I will honor your wishes and not do it. I'll be mortally disappointed, but I will not go against you if you feel that strongly.? I had the feeling that she knew how I was about to react to her words. But, I was powerless to say or do otherwise.
?Okay then, we'll go once. If it works out okay, we'll go again. But, if I say to stop, we stop. Do you agree?? I said.
?Yes, my darling man. And, I have some presents for you. I bought them this week hoping you'd agree to go with me. I'm glad I didn't waste my money,? she said giggling. ?But, right now I need you to make love to me.? She said it like she was scolding me. ?Take me right here in the kitchen my husband. Take me now.?
She stood and began to take off her clothes. Soon she was naked and I noted that her pussy was shaved bare; that was new. I wondered if it was for me. I was out of my clothes in nanoseconds or so it seemed. We stood in front of each other and just looked into each others? eyes. I reached out and took her breast in my hand and leaned in to suckle on its nipple.
I went to my knees and licked her mound, her slit and then nibbled on her clit as she spread her legs a little to accommodate me. I turned her around and kissed her butt. I spread her crack and licked her anus doing my best to force my tongue deep inside of her. She bent over and braced herself on the sink.
?That's it baby, suck my anus now. Suck it like my good little cucky to be.? And I did. I stood and rammed my pole into her pussy and hammered her hard for some minutes. She stiffened. She screamed and shuddered in as powerful an orgasm as she had ever had engulfed her. I emptied my load into her. She seemed to relax and kind of sag into the counter.
?Take your little cucky to be to bed, darling. I need to cuddle,? I said. She did. She led me by my now limp penis into the bedroom and we lay down together. It was good.
It was Saturday morning before the events of the previous Thursday were brought up again. And, I still hadn't gotten my presents.
******
The sun is my alarm clock, always has been. It didn't fail me today. I got up, stretched, headed for the bathroom and got myself in order. Dressed in khakis and flip-flops, I headed downstairs. I could smell the bacon and the coffee.
?Mornin?,? she said greeting me. ?Sleep well??
?Yeah, well, I was exhausted,? I said. ?But don't worry, I'll be good for an encore tonight.? I smiled the smile of an overly indulged Cheshire cat.
?Honey??
Her tone was not conducive to making me feel good. ?Yes? What?? I said, becoming suspicious. I could see she was nervous. I frowned.
?Last night?well?last night will be it I'm afraid for a while. I need to get you really horny. Can you understand that? I mean it's for your own good. Really. Candace told me how to do this. I mean?okay? I mean so we can cultivate this new cuckold lifestyle.?
She must've realized what a crushing effect her words were having on me. One clue might have been the fact that my lower jaw was no more than three inches from the surface of the floor. ?How long?? It was all I could manage to say. I said it so quietly that I think it shook her.
?Just until the next do,? she said.
?Three weeks!? I screamed. She fell backwards into the sink. So last night was just a come on, is that it! The appetizer for good ?ole cucky,? I was furious at being used, as I saw it. Taken advantage of. Fooled. Whatever it was that she was trying to do.
?I'm invoking our agreement. It's over. And we will have sex tonight or I'm moving out today,? I said.
?Danny, you don't mean it. I mean, I thought we had an arrangement. I thought you understood??
?Fuck you!? I said. ?You go to your dirty little party. Hell, party every day, every night. I'm the fuck outta here,? I said. I looked at the bacon and eggs that were already on the table. I picked up each of the platters and threw them as hard as I could against the wall. The broken dishware and food mess splattered everywhere. I didn't give a fuck; I wasn't going to be around to clean it up. Fuck her and Jackson and Candace and the whole lot of them. I was done with it.
?Danny! Wait! Please Danny Please!? she was screaming her words at my back I was already halfway up the stairs before she could get out of the kitchen.
I began packing as soon as I hit the room. I pulled out two large suitcases and threw everything I could see that was mine into them. Amazing that after twenty years of marriage, that I had so little, really, that was important enough to take with me. Done, I looked around. I could hear her sobbing in the hallway. She knew better than to interrupt me in the room. I looked around one last time. I saw our wedding picture sitting on the end table. I picked it and the two bags up and went into the hallway. She was three feet from the door and leaning back against the wall. I put my bags down for a moment. She cowered shrinking down closer to the floor. I held the wedding picture up for her to see.
?Remember this? It was the one we thought was the best. You said you thought it held the promise of our future together. Of our love for each other.? I laid it on my palm and with all of the strength I had I smashed it against the wall. My hand became a bleeding mess as the glass from the frame tore into my flesh. I didn't even notice it. I picked up the two bags and stormed out.
?Daaannnnyyyyyy!? she wailed. ?I'm sorry. I take it back?? I wasn't listening. I threw the bags in the back of the pickup and peeled rubber leaving.
I found myself in the Roundhouse, my favorite bar. The adrenalin was flowing. I was dangerously angry, but I was quiet. I kept thinking about how wonderful the sex had been the night before. Spontaneous and wonderful. Then, this morning, she had dashed all of my illusions; it had not been spontaneous; it had been a set up. I had never been so low as I was at this moment, and I had never been so filled with anger.
In the entire twenty years of our marriage we had rarely gone three days without sex. Now, she expected me to go three weeks! Fat fucking chance! What I needed now was a helluva lot more firewater and a girlfriend. Well, I had half of what I needed.
I don't know how she knew where to come, but two hours, three doubles, and a couple of beer chasers into my misery she slid onto the stool next to mine.
?Buy me a drink, sailor?? said Candace.
I looked at her with what had to have been a shocked expression to anyone within visual range. ?What the fuck do you want? You're my wife's pal not mine. Get lost,? I said, as brutally as I could.
?I'll take that as a no. Barkeep, can I have gin and tonic, please?? she said.
?Boy, Emily didn't exaggerate, did she,? said Candace.
?You still here?? I said coldly.
?Yes, well, it is a public place. Look, Danny, I gave Emily the advice that I thought would be the most useful to you guys starting out. I guess I was wrong. You weren't ready to be denied her pussy cold turkey like that. I am so sorry for fucking things up for you two.
?Please how can I set this right. I need to set it right,? she said.
?You need! You need to fuck off. I will never stay married to a woman who denies me sex, let alone love. My marriage is history. Find someone else and fuck up their life. Mine's already in the shitter.?
?Danny, I need you to hear what I'm saying. I will do whatever it takes to get you two back together. I take full responsibility for your fight with Emily. That woman loves you, no matter what you believe right now, and she was trying to prove it to you. What you two were about to embark on is a really fun lifestyle. You were almost there. You just needed a little guidance; I gave you guys the wrong kind; it's my fault. I tried to give guidance to Emily, but I analyzed the situation wrongly. Usually, I'm right on, no brag just fact, but this time I really messed up. Please forgive me, ?kay??
?Do you know what she told me? Do you! She told me I was getting? no more sex until the party next month! Three fucking weeks and no sex. Lady, that ain't happening. No sex? No way!? I said.
?That was just to make you horny for the big night. Really your first night as it were. New cuckolds need to be on the edge horny-wise. Did she tell you about your presents?? said Candace.
?Yes, but I never saw them. Don't know what they are. Don't wanna know. I'm done with this fantasy shit. You can tell her that. She can play her games with someone else. Like I said, I'm history,? I said.
?Danny, that woman loves you and only you. You have to go back and start over. It is your fantasy, isn't it? You still need that. I, and I mean I, just went about it wrong when I told Emily how she might want to proceed. You weren't ready. You would have liked it, but you weren't ready for denial of any kind, let alone denial of sex. I had thought you were. I really am sorry,? she said.
?I can't go back. I burned my bridges with her. If I went back she'd treat me like dirt, and then it would be even worse than it is now. I can't go back,? I said.
She smiled at me. ?Danny, why do you think I'm here? I can't read minds. Emily called me and begged me to tell her what to do. Of course my answer was to come here myself and try to mediate this disaster before it got out of hand.?
?What are you saying, Candace? You saying she wants me back? I mean on my terms?? I said.
?I'm saying exactly that,? she said.
I watched her as she stirred her drink. She was thinking, trying to figure how to phrase her next words.
?Danny your terms. But, if you want the lifestyle that I think you do, you'll want to obey her, but only because you want to not because you have to. Jesus, I hope I said that right,? she said.
?You're saying that I have the final say in this shit. Is that right?? I said.
?Yes, and you don't have to accept being denied sex with your wife. You should want to try though. You need to let her help you stay celibate for the next few weeks. The best experience for you cuckies comes when you're really really horny. So, you should want to be totally celibate?no cumming?between now and the party night. But, like I say, you can beg off if you want; that's the real deal.
?But, I must add the best cuck experience comes when the cucky is under his wife's thumb. I know you've read enough stories and articles to know that.
?The problem always arises when the husband, the cuck, is afraid of losing his wife, or of being humiliated beyond his ability to endure it. I think that that is part of why you came apart like you did when she mentioned cutting you off for the next three weeks.
?I think that the solution for you guys is to let you decide if you can handle it. And then?well'to let you try, or not if that's how you want it. Your wife will encourage you, help you, to succeed; so that you can get the full experience three weeks from now,? said Candace.
I was mulling over what she said. I was still angry, but the anger was ebbing. ?And, if I go back now I won't be stepping into a bad situation?? I said.
?Absolutely not,? said Candace. ?I can tell you totally without fear of contradiction that Emily is home right now biting her fingernails hoping I will succeed here.?
?Okay then, I'll go back. She and I will talk. I'm not saying I will accept any of this. She better know it; and I'm not kidding,? I said, firing the final salvo in the debate.
Candace smiled. She leaned in and kissed me. ?Don't forget to ask for your presents.? With that we said our goodbyes and she was gone.
******
I sat in my car in our driveway for some minutes before getting the courage to get out and go into the house. She was waiting at the kitchen table.
She was actually shaking. ?Hello, Emily,? I said. ?Candace talked to me. You knew that of course??
?Oh good,? said Emily. ?Yes, I knew. I asked her to, actually.
?Danny, I don't know what she told you. But, whatever she told you I'm glad you're here. I will do whatever you want, honey. Anything. Really,? she said.
I leaned back against the sink and spread my arms wide for her to come to me. She flew into them sobbing her heart out. I held her. ?Tomorrow we talk,? I said. ?But, for now, just know that I love you. I do not want to lose you, and I am afraid, Em. I am afraid. Can you understand that??
?I know you silly man. I know. But losing me is absolutely the last thing that will happen before the end of the world.? We talked long, but celibacy was not mentioned. Nothing was mentioned about the party. I had said we would talk about it tomorrow, and she did not challenge me, a good sign.
Later, we went to bed and fucked like bunnies. Again, no mention was made about my being denied sex. And yet again, I knew that tomorrow, I would be talking to my wife about just that, but tonight I was getting my way. I hadn't done it consciously, but afterwards I knew that our fucking had been a test for her, a test fuck; she passed the test.
We were once again seated at the kitchen table. I was stirring my coffee, which was strange, because I drank mine black no sugar. ?Candace told me some things,? I began. ?First of all, where's all of these fancy presents I supposedly have coming,? I said. I saw fear pass across my wife's face.
?What?? I said. ?Candace told me to ask. Your look tells me you don't want me to ask. So, what??
?No, it's just that??
?Just what? What am I missing?? I said.
?Well'they're cucky presents,? said Emily. ?I mean only a cuckold would want to know about them, want to have them. I do not want to upset you with them. My god! I do not want to upset you by giving them to you.?
?I see,? I said. ?Let me ease your mind. Candace said you'd be good with it if I didn't want to do the cucky scene. Or, if I did, that we would back out on a moment's notice if I didn't like it. Just like we agreed before. You really and truly good with all of that??
?Yes. Yes Danny, I am,? she said. ?But for me to give you these kinds of presents, you have to want to be my cuckold or there is no point to it. Do you want to be my cuckold, Danny? It's okay if you don't, but I just need to know. I'm so confused.?
?I think that I do, if I can have the safety net of being able to pull us out on a moment's notice,? I said. I had thought long and hard about the whole scene while sleeping not at all the night before.
?Okay, then,? she said. ?Wait here for a moment. I'll be right back.?
She was gone for no more than two minutes. She was carrying a small gym bag. She also had a dowel, maybe three feet or less long. It was very thin, maybe a quarter-inch and it was wrapped very carefully in black electrical tape. I was very curious about the dowel.
She set the gym bag down. She was crying, not sobbing, but crying. I think she was afraid. ?Danny, I don't know if we should go any farther here. I think we're fine without any of this. I know I can live without the cuckolding thing if you can. There is no need for us to do this.?
I was conflicted. Being her cuckold had long been my fantasy, but my terror at the possibility of losing her to some stud bull had gotten in the way. But, deep down the fantasy still held me in thrall.
Candace had finally been able to convince me that so long as I really did have ultimate control that living the reality of the fantasy was going to be good. Of course, had I known at that moment of the consequences, and how they would unfold over the next months, of this decision'the one we were making now?I likely would never have found out what was in that bag. But know I must, and so I signaled her to carry on.
I looked at her there in her pink day dress, low cut in the front and maybe two inches above her knee. Her brown hair was all fluffed out and curly as it billowed out around her face. I noticed too that she was wearing low heels, maybe two-inchers, and that her makeup, though somewhat understated, had been touched up. It occurred to me that she looked awfully sexy for a woman who was worried about losing her marriage. The way she was dressed?it was?it was to titillate me. She wanted me turned on. It didn't seem to be exactly a set up, but I had to wonder if the way she looked had been Candace? idea. I'd have bet the pink slip to my pickup that it had been.
She unzipped the bag and pulled out a small box. ?This was supposed to keep you celibate for the time between parties,? she said. ?But we don't have to use it at all. But, you wanted to see this stuff. So anyway?? She handed me the box. She smiled a little bit; I think she was giggling now, inside, but trying to hide it.
I took the box and opened it. It was a small plastic tube and a couple of rings. There was a small padlock and a couple of keys obviously made for it. I looked up at her. I knew what it probably was. She was smiling broadly now.
?Well, you asked, honey. But, I know you won't want to be wearing it. I mean I know you won't want to be denied sex at all. I completely understand,? she said. ?It was just an idea to keep you horny at the time, that's all.?
?What else is in there?? I said, not commenting on the cock cage for the moment. I could feel my hardness betraying my calm demeanor.
?Honey, we don't have to do any more of this, really,? she said.
?Now, Emily, you know damn well that you are going to show me the rest of what's in that bag; so let's stop fucking around and get to it, all right?? I said, trying not to seem too excited. She did giggle now, and the mood in the room became more relaxed.
She pulled out a stack of what had to have been a dozen or so pairs of female panties, all different colors and all frilly and girlish.
I looked at her questioningly. ?Those are for you. Why are you showing them to me with my?gifts,? I asked.
?They're for you, dear. For you to dress like my little cuckold sissy,? she said. She couldn't help but laugh at my obvious consternation. ?Don't be so shocked, dear, husbands in your internet stories wear them. It?it?well, it adds to their voluntary humiliation, especially when their wives pantses them in front of their bulls.?
?What else is in there?? I said.
?Nothing else,? she said, 'that's all.?
?What's that for?? I asked, pointing to the dowel.
?It's a switch, of course, honey,? she said.
?Huh??
?To?well?well'to spank you with. You know as part of the cuckold scene. You bent over the back of the couch or something getting your just punishment,? she said smiling like a possum. ?Candace told me of how sometimes men are condemned at Mr. Stahl's house and they are publicly spanked so everyone there can see and laugh at them. Part of the scene that's all. I mean wives spanking their husbands publicly like that.?
I stood up. Went to her. Yanked her to her feet. Led her to the back of the couch she was sitting on and bent her over it. I pulled up her dress and slowly peeled down her panties. I dropped my own pants and without a further word pushed into her. I fucked her for some minutes finally cumming. She had two small orgasms while I was doing her.
I pulled out of her and ordered her to turn around and get down on her knees. She looked at me kind of funny, but did as I asked. ?Get me hard again,? I said. She did, her mouth alternately teasing and sucking me to a fierce hardness. She sucked me a long time. Finally, I exploded into her mouth. She drank it all.
?Okay,? I said, as my penis shrank to a tenth the size it had been but a short time before, ?put it on me.?
?Huh??
?Lock up my penis, Emily, before it grows too big to fit inside of the tube,? I said.
?You mean??
?Yes, that screwing and that blow job we just shared will have to do me until the night of the next party,? I said. ?Remember, no arguments about me needing sex when I need it. But, I will try to last till then.?
She immediately got the small box, into which I had returned the contents. She pulled the tube out and slipped it over my penis. I was so emptied of sauce that she had no trouble. She tugged a little on my glans as they began to poke out the end. Then, she attached the ring that looped around my balls and hitched it together to the tube finally padlocking the device into place. The device itself was stainless steel. It wasn't coming off without the key. I was celibate until she let me out.
She looked up at me. ?Are you sure, Danny. I mean we really don't need to??
?I think so,? I said. ?I think so. Just remember our deal. If I say it's over??
?Yes, and I am good with that. But it is kinda exciting, huh?? she said. ?You are going to be one horny fella at that party.?
?For damn sure,? I said. I think she giggled for half an hour.
******
She was right and so was I. I was one horny fella when we arrived at the party, and I still was now fifteen minutes later. The difference was, that she had taken my cock cage off and left it at home. I could cum now, if I wanted, anyway I wanted; except that is, by fucking a woman. She told me that I was allowed to play with the other cucks in cuck country if I thought it would give me pleasure. She even said that she would allow it, and that she see if she could find another woman whose husband needed relief to be locked up with me when we were led down to the cages. I was scared, but I had to admit titillated.
Again, we, the cucks, did have our hands or each other, while we were at the mansion, but that was it. We were all cuckolds or about to become cuckolds, as in my case, and we were going to be treated like it, and we were expected to act like it. And, yes, I was wearing a pair of frilly lavender panties under my clothes. Emily could hardly contain her laughter as she had put them on me.
?Are you okay, honey,? said Emily. ?If you feel at all bad let me know and we're out of here. I mean it. This has to be good for both of us or it's a no go.? Her words made me feel a little less apprehensive.
?I'm okay,? I said. ?I will let you know if things are hairy for me. Don't worry. You have fun.? I said this last with some misgivings. I still was worried that someone would try to steal my wife from me. That was the one intolerable fly in the ointment.
She smiled at me. ?Let's go to the bar and have a glass of wine. Kinda watch the goings and comings for a little bit. Okay?? she said. I nodded and we headed for the bar.
A white man, obviously a cuck served us; he was wearing a collar with a woman's name on it. I was looking at it, and Emily smiled.
?Once you've been cuckolded dear you get one too. It identifies you as my property.? She laughed. ?It's something new that they just started with tonight. Candace called me yesterday to see if we were coming. She told me about it.?
I paid and we sipped the red elixir slowly, not caring to get sloshed. We were here for another reason, and it had little to do with alcohol. Ten minutes later her patience, or maybe it was mine, was rewarded.
?Hi. Emily isn't it?? said Jackson. He didn't even look at me. But he was all smiles and conviviality for Emily.
?Hi,? said my wife. ?Yes, I'm Emily. I remember meeting you the last time we were here. You remember my husband, don't you?? She indicated me by putting a loose hand on my shoulder.
?Uh'sure,? said Jackson. He nodded to me and then, in a most practiced and unmistakable way, went out of his way to ignore me.
?As I recall, Emily, the last time you were here, you were cruising and checking the place out. Now you're back, are you here for some fun this time?? he said.
She looked at me one last time seeking my silent okay. I smiled at her and took a sip of my wine. She looked back at the tall, well built black man. ?Yes, I think so,? she said. He offered her his arm. They wandered off together leaving me abandoned and alone; but, as it happened not for long.
?I see Jackson has commandeered your wife,? said the voice from behind me.
?Candace! You startled me,? I said. ?Uh?yes, I guess it's going to happen to me tonight. I'm going to be a cuckold for real. But?I don't know?I feel kind of weird, maybe even a little afraid still.?
?I figured. That's why I came over. You know, to kinda hold your hand while he fucks her. Don't worry, she'll love you twice as much for allowing her this moment of excitement,? said Candace. ?Buy a girl a drink??
?Sure,? I said. I felt lots better with Candace standing there figuratively holding my hand. I needed the reassurance more than I had thought that I would.
?You know, Danny, When your wife comes back to collar you, I really will need to take you down to cuck country. That's where you belong now; it really is required. I will be locking you up,? she said. ?Okay??
?I can even lock you up with another cucky if you want. You may need it. You can give each other handjobs?or?but Emily will have to okay it of course.?
?She already has, at least to me,? I said. ?I guess I would like the company, and maybe the help, I suppose.? I knew I was turning beet red.
?Don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural given how horny you must be,? said Candace.
?I am that,? I said.
She raised her eyebrows and giggled..
?Candace'thank you. I think you may have saved our marriage,? I said. ?I'll go down where I belong when she comes to get me.
?Oh, by the way. She did give me my?presents. They, the presents were kind of a shock, but I accept them as my lot.?
She smiled. ?I would love to watch you getting it in the butt. But, right now we have something we have to do,? she said.
?Huh?? I said.
?Here comes your wife. She has to pants you. You are wearing your uniform?? she said.
I must have turned three shades of crimson. ?Uh?yes,? I said. ?You mean here and now. In front of everybody? She's gonna pants me??
?Uh huh. It's your lo
