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. Take Your Medicine, Honey part 2

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    *Chapter 10*

    When we arose the next morning, I was still buzzing from what I had witnessed last night; in many ways the whole situation was almost surreal, like a dream. The imagery of Angela panting and writhing under her young lover danced lasciviously through my mind like a potent aphrodisiac. I recalled her kneeling naked before him as she sucked his cock to full hardness, and my heart raced as I remembered just how wantonly erotic it had been to see my wife fellating Jason until he climaxed in her sweet mouth. I tried my best to force the images from my mind, but they flittered before me like lecherous insects throughout the day. I often found myself looking at Angela's beautiful face, and remembering how it had contorted in ecstasy as Jason's cock had made her climax only hours previously.

    As the day drifted into late afternoon, Angela and I began languidly discussing the events of recent days, and in particular her steamy romp with Jason last night.

    She also told me what she had learned about him during their dinner at the restaurant the previous evening. He had apparently separated from a long-term girlfriend four months ago, and the separation had been very painful and difficult. He had told Angela that he was happy to remain single for a while as he got over the emotional turmoil of the split.

    A vague twinge of insecurity suddenly quivered through me, which Angela immediately detected. She was quick to reassure me. "Honey, I may have let Jason fuck me - but I only make love with you. Do you understand?"

    I nodded. I realised that my apprehension about my wife's affections were totally without any basis - but as always it was good to be reassured, and I told her so.

    My wife continued. "You never have to worry about who holds my heart, baby; all we did last night was add a little spice to our love-life and to fulfil another fantasy - nothing more, baby."

    "I know that, Angie," I gratefully replied. "And fulfil it you certainly did. It was incredibly hot to watch you - especially when you climaxed..." My voice trailed off.

    A soft smile flittered across her face. "I will admit that I enjoyed the sex last night. Jason is a very good lover, and as you saw he is very well endowed - but knowing that it was driving you wild to watch gave me just as big a thrill as I got from the sex."

    "Really?" I asked softly, restraining the excitement in my voice. It had been perfectly obvious during last night's show that she had enjoyed her illicit coupling with Jason - but a kinky part of me wanted to hear it from her own lips.

    Almost as if she read my mind, Angela nodded, and her smile became almost playfully coy. "In fact, I do have to admit that knowing you were sat just a few feet away, watching me play with a sexy, well-hung guy made me quite hot - very hot, actually."

    "Did it now?" I asked somewhat shakily.

    Angela skimmed me with a coquettish side-glance. "Mmm-hmm! Maybe it was my kinky streak coming out - but I have to tell you that knowing my little hubby was all tied up and unable to do anything but watch made me enjoy the sex a little bit more than I should have done."

    "A little bit more, or a lot more?" I tentatively prompted.

    Angela must have detected the latent excitement in my voice, because her smile took on a sexy curl. "Well - a lot more, honey."

    "So you really enjoyed it?" I asked softly.

    My wife nodded. "Yes, I did, honey. In fact, fucking Jason so blatantly in front of you made me extremely horny, lover." She gazed somewhat bashfully at me. "When Jason first stripped and got into the spa with me, all I could think of was how deliciously naughty it was - how I was sat there naked with him like a complete little slut, knowing that shortly he was going to fuck me as you watched. My whole body tingled, and I could feel myself getting wet even underwater. When he finally entered me on the bench-press, I nearly climaxed right then. All I could think of was how much I wanted him to fuck me, and to keep fucking me until he made me cum." She turned a quizzical glance in my direction. "I hope that doesn't upset you, honey?"

    "Not at all," I found myself breathlessly replying. Her confession of just how much she had enjoyed coitus with Jason sent an exquisitely masochistic ripple through me - and her use of the word slut simply added to the wicked titillation. "A huge part of my fantasy involves you relishing both the sex and the fact that you're cuckolding me."

    Angela's green eyes flashed. "Well, let's just say that I fulfilled your fantasy completely, lover - because to be honest I did enjoy doing both. In fact, I loved it!"

    "So that means you want to do it again?" I asked. To hear her say that she basically loved cuckolding me sent yet more deliciously humiliating ripples dancing through my stomach and loins.

    "Of course!" she answered at once. "You don't think I made you spend all that time and money on the spare room for a single performance, did you?" She giggled softly. "As long as it turns you on for me to play, lover, then I'll keep playing."

    "You know it turns me on," I replied softly. "And just hearing that you loved acting like a complete little slut, as you put it, just turns me on even more."

    Angela's sexy grin appeared on her face. "In that case, honey, I think we can arrange a few more sessions in the gym." She glanced at me. "Did my use of the word slut offend you?"

    "No," I answered. "Completely the opposite, in fact."

    Angela raised her eyebrows. "Ahh, really? It turns your crank if I use that word?"

    I nodded.

    Angela smiled again. "Well, it's not a word I'm usually very fond of - but in our case it does have a wickedly accurate overtone, I suppose. Some of those kinky web sites I've been to used a similar phrase which perhaps describes it better - Slut-Wife." Angela's expression took on a teasing slant. "Is that how you'd like to think of me, my little Cuckie? Your naughty little Slut-Wife?"

    I gulped. Hearing that lewd phrase trickle from my wife's pretty mouth made my heart thump. "Jesus Christ - yes."

    Angela's smile curled into a sexy leer. "Maybe I should get that phrase tattooed just above my pussy, hmm? What if each time you looked down, and saw the words 'Michael's Slut Wife' hovering just above my cunt, lover?"

    "Oh my God!" I gasped.

    Angela chuckled softly. "I'm just kidding, baby! But it's good to learn another little snippet that drives you wild." She winked at me and glanced at the clock on the wall. "Now, we'd better stop this hot little chat - we're due at John and Lisa's barbecue in about thirty minutes, and if we don't hurry we'll be late."

    I grunted my reluctant agreement. Angela playfully kissed me, and added a last zinger: "We can talk about what we did last night a little more after we get home tonight, honey - and about when I can have another little workout with Jason!" With a final wink, she arose and went to get changed.

    Angela had, in fact, spoken to Jason that morning. She had dropped me off in town to pick up my car from the garage, and as she drove back home she gave him a quick call on her mobile phone. Their conversation had naturally drifted to their steamy romp, and Jason informed my wife that he would be only too pleased if she wanted to continue their relationship on very casual terms. He understood that her married status meant that any future liaisons between them would be on a totally ad-hoc basis, but he would be happy to 'hook-up' anytime an opportunity presented itself. Angela had playfully asked him if that meant he wanted to be her 'fuck-buddy', and Jason had laughed but essentially confirmed her coarse description.

    He had offhandedly asked Angela why she had chosen the gym as a venue for their evening of fun rather than upstairs in any of the bedrooms. Angela had told him that the gym was basically a 'safe' place for them to play - there were no sheets to wash afterward, and that the gym always held a slight aroma redolent of sweat and physical exertion which would mask any hint of their sexual activity. She had added that she enjoyed relaxing in the spa with him, and that it was convenient to use after their coupling, and so the gym was the perfect place 'to fuck'.

    He had breezily accepted her explanation and quipped that he was looking forward to giving her another 'good workout' in the gym the next time her husband was out of town. Angela had replied that I might be heading interstate again soon, although there were no firm dates as yet, and as soon as she found out when I was next 'leaving' she would call and let him know. They bade eachother goodbye and rang off.

    After we returned from the barbecue, Angela and I hit the sack early, and as she had promised our conversation soon returned to her recent sexual escapades, and also to the lascivious ideas she had told me about the previous evening. The underlying theme for almost all of her new scenarios was her intention to once again use the gym as an arena for further steamy encounters, and, of course, for me to observe her doing so. She had duly noted that me witnessing her illicit coupling whilst I was totally restrained and essentially impotent had induced an almost incandescent level of arousal in me, and she again quizzed me about how it had had felt for me to sit there and be able to do nothing but watch. I sheepishly confessed that it had produced a state of almost ethereal lust and desire in me, where all manner of kinky and almost masochistic thoughts seethed through my excited mind.

    This admission had piqued her interest, and she asked whether the clear disparity between my chemically induced impotence and Jason's hard, solid erection had been a major factor in my extreme level of arousal. I shyly admitted that it had been, adding that I was overwhelmed with a dark, primordial excitement as I watched Jason fervently copulate with her whilst I was conversely incapable of doing the same. My wife smiled softly, and began musing that we could put the impotence-inducing medication to some intriguing recreational use; she had noted that there was nearly a full packet of those evil little pills left, and several times I had seen her glancing speculatively at the innocuous packet on top of the fridge.

    The discussion had, by this time, aroused both of us, and Angela had attempted to stimulate me to hardness - but the medication had still not completely worn off, and my cock petulantly failed to respond to her caresses. My wife teasingly stated that we should wait until the drug was completely flushed from my system and I was able to harden before my next climax. This statement simply excited me even further, and Angela smoothly suggested that I soothe my carnal appetite by performing cunnilingus on her. I did so with relish as my cock remained defiantly limp, listening to Angela's lewd moans and exhortations bounce off the bedroom walls like lecherous taunts.

    Sunday passed slowly, and Angela and I spent the afternoon at a local market, browsing the stalls. It was during this time that I felt the first stirrings of an erection. I excitedly whispered this fact to my wife, and she quickly whispered back that in that case we would be going to bed early.

    We did indeed go to bed early on Sunday night, and Angela and I made love for the first time in nearly ten months. I was close to tears as I felt my cock finally sliding into my wife's tight, slippery pussy. I had forgotten just how warm and deliciously erotic it felt; her silky-smooth heat enveloped me, and the velvety cling of her moist cunt gripped me like a long-lost lover - which in many ways I was.

    My erection wasn't completely rock-hard - a little above three-quarters or so - but it was firm enough to slowly ease it inside her. I could feel the warm, soft flesh of her thighs cupping my hips as I finally touched base, and Angela cooed softly to me as I excitedly began thrusting into her. After only twenty seconds or so of almost desperate fucking, I made the mistake of picturing Jason doing exactly the same thing just two nights ago, realising that his long, thick cock had plumbed my wife's cunt to a depth that I could never hope to match. A carnal, almost poignant ripple of pure lust tore through me as I remembered how Angela's moist pussy had contracted around her young lover's thick cock, and how her tight cunt had overflowed with her own creamy secretions as she had climaxed. Within seconds the lecherous visions swept me beyond the brink and I moaned loudly as a powerful orgasm rocketed through me.

    I shortly collapsed on Angela, panting and gasping, and she evinced her usual intuition by softly asking if I had been thinking about her recent coupling with Jason just prior to my climax. I shamefacedly admitted that I had been, and Angela simply nodded and chuckled softly. She said that she found it deliciously kinky that her torrid romp with her young lover could arouse and excite me to such an intense level in such a short time that I went off like a 'popgun'.

    As afterglow gently bubbled through me, our pillow talk returned to some of her lascivious ideas. Angela idly began telling me about a lecherous little game she had devised; the game was simple, yet devilishly in context with every aspect of my cuckold fantasies. The game would be played thus: She would buy a deck of playing cards, and each time we made love I would select one card from the deck. This would continue until I got two of a kind - any kind, from aces to kings. Logic dictated that on average I would draw a pair of cards every seven or eight times that Angela and I became intimate - but it could be a lot sooner, or a lot later, depending on the whims of fate and how Lady Luck dealt the cards.

    When I finally drew a pair, Angela would then call Jason and inform him that I was 'going interstate' a week later, and extend an invitation for him to spend the evening with her whilst I was 'gone'. If Jason took up her offer, then a week later there would be an encore performance of their steamy tryst in the gym as I again secretly watched from the spare room.

    Angela added a wicked proviso to the game; she stated that as a further 'tease' and to add a little 'spice' when I finally drew a pair of cards, I should refrain from any further sexual activity with her until after her next romp with Jason. There was a means close at hand, so Angela stated, to ensure my chastity for the week - namely the diabolical little pills that I had just stopped taking; if I resumed taking the medication until the day before their rendezvous, this would naturally guarantee that I would not be able to climax for at least a week. Only on the day after Jason's visit, and after he had once more sampled my wife's intimate charms could I do the same - provided the effects of the evil little pills had dissipated.

    Angela smoothly stated that my enforced impotence would be a full week of tease and denial of the most delectable and exquisite sort, culminating in me watching helplessly as she eagerly cuckolded me yet again. I had to agree with her evaluation; the prospect of once more being reduced to a mere spectator as Angela's accommodating pussy engulfed Jason's long, thick cock whilst my own penis remained defiantly flaccid was incredibly arousing. I actually began getting another erection thinking about it, which Angela noted with a surreptitious smile.

    My wife had lewdly pointed out an exquisitely kinky twist to the game - she had said: "You do realise, honey, that each time we make love it would increase your chance of drawing a pair? So - the hornier you get, the more likely it will become that Jason will soon get another serve of the goodies in my panties, lover."

    She was quite correct, of course: if we played this game, then the timing of the next sexual interlude between Jason and my wife would be directly linked to how often I slaked my own desires. I had to admire Angela's deviously erotic imagination - she had cunningly formatted the game so that my own lust would eventually trigger her next illicit coupling with her lover. The stratagem had a wickedly seductive and tantalizing appeal.

    Angela had then asked if I wanted to be securely attached to the desk and unable to move again as I watched her and Jason fucking, and I sheepishly replied in the affirmative. The deliciously bittersweet anticipation of not being able to stop or interfere with their coupling simply added to the mind-blowing carnality of Angela's intention to cuckold me for the third time.

    I did, however, point out that Angela couldn't keep conveniently 'forgetting to get cigarettes' when she wanted to spend the necessary few minutes alone with me so she could secure me to the desk.

    She had laughed softly. "You're forgetting something, lover: Jason knows where I live now, and I'll be inviting him to come here directly. Unlike last time, I won't be going out anywhere with him first - meaning that I'll be here when he arrives. So I'll have plenty of time to make sure you're all locked and ready. In fact, I'll ask him to make sure he gives me a buzz on my mobile phone when he's about ten minutes away - then I'll have all the time I need to get you nicely cuffed and ready to watch!"

    "What about my car?" I countered feebly. "I can't keep taking that into get shock absorbers fitted. Where am I gonna put it?"

    "Again, that's easily fixed," Angela glibly replied. "Leave it in the garage; I'll tell Jason that you went to the airport with a colleague, or, even better, that you now have a company car. He can park his car in the garage and I'll leave mine outside, and that way if anyone we know drives past they won't see anything unusual - not they should drive past anyway, because I'll tell people we're 'going out' again that night."

    I nodded slowly; as always, my wife had covered all bases and had thought everything through very carefully.

    "So, my little Cuckie?" she finally asked with a slight smile. "Do you want to play my wicked game? Would you like to gamble on the chance that you'll have to sit in the spare room - with your wrists and ankles cuffed, and your cock all soft and limp - and watch Jason fuck your naughty little Slut-Wife again?"

    I gulped, and paused for several seconds. A vague hint of the lecherous little buzz darted through my mind as I imagined myself once again being rendered impotent, and then helplessly sitting by as I watched my gorgeous wife eagerly and vigorously cuckolding me - all triggered by me simply drawing a pair of playing cards from a deck. The wickedly lascivious nature of the game was incredibly seductive, and I found myself nodding almost involuntarily.

    "Yeah," I discovered myself telling her. "I'd love to play that game."

    My wife chuckled. "Okay, my little lover. But if we play, we play it to the rules okay? No backing out, and no changing the rules once we've started."

    I swallowed and nodded. "Understood."

    "I'll pick up some fresh cards tomorrow, and we can start playing the game next time we have a roll in the hay, okay?"

    I nodded again, and the evil little buzz gave what was almost a scream of triumph: My gorgeous, sexy wife was going to cuckold me again.

    But when?

    As I slumbered that night, I again dreamed of Angela in her little red come-fuck-me dress - but the dress was bedizened with images of Hearts and Diamonds, Clubs and Spades, all swirling and dancing.


    Angela duly arrived home from work on Monday with a fresh deck of cards. After we had made love again that night, Angela duly shuffled the new cards and held them out, face down of course, and got me to draw one: I drew the eight of Hearts.

    "So, my lover," she had intoned softly. "All you need now is another eight, and it'll be no more nookie for you until Jason gets a bit first, hmm?" I felt a quiver of lewd pleasure ripple through me at her statement, and another latent hint of that evil little buzz suddenly tickled my loins.

    Every silver lining, however, can sometimes encase a cloud; after some careful examination I had discovered that my manhood had indeed lost some length - almost an inch or so - and when I became erect I did in fact now have a pronounced downward curve, just as Mr. Rogers had predicted. The most disturbing aspect was that I was still unable to achieve a completely hard erection: The best I could achieve was the consistency of a raw hot dog - firm, but far too flexible. It meant that when Angela and I made love, I had to be cautious with my thrusts in case my shaft fell out. We found the best way to avoid this was if we made love with Angela on top.

    I had at first thought that my somewhat pliant erections were probably a lingering aftereffect of the medication I had been taking, which would soon dissipate. But when my erections failed to become full by Wednesday night, I placed a phone call to Mr. Rogers office the next morning, and I was surprising told that he could, in fact, see me the next afternoon due to another patient canceling an appointment.

    I duly made my way back to his office on Friday afternoon. After another examination, the good doctor informed me that the scarring was responsible for both the loss of length and the downward curving, just as he had forewarned. The inability to achieve a completely hard erection could have several causes, and Mr. Rogers speculated that a slight blockage in the spongy tissue was the most likely culprit. He said that I could possibly have corrective surgery performed, but that it would be best to wait a while until he could be sure that my injury was completely healed. On a brighter note he added that it might correct itself, given time.

    I had relayed all this to Angela when I arrived back home on Friday night; it was early evening, and we were sat on the couch idly watching TV. Angela was still dressed in her work attire - a gray skirt and a peach-coloured blouse. She greeted the news of the possibility of me having to have more surgery with a doleful expression.

    "Christ, you've just been through four months of that!" she groaned.

    I grunted. "Well, exactly."

    Angela fixed me with a long, speculative stare. "Honey, you do know that I'm perfectly happy with you as you are, right? We can make love now, and everything else is working just fine, isn't it."

    I smiled a trifle ruefully. "I do know, baby, and yes - everything's working fine. My sperm count is okay, and I can ejaculate, as you already know. I guess it's just a male ego thing."

    Angela smiled softly in return. "Oh, I'm well aware of that, honey. You guys are all obsessed with your dicks."

    I chuckled. "Guilty, as charged!"

    Angela laughed. "Well, as I said, sweetie - I'm just happy that we can make love again, and I'm so glad and relieved that you're basically back to normal."

    A sudden titillating thought entered my mind, almost of its own volition; it would be an almost obvious progression for Angela to salaciously combine my erectile problems with the carnal game we were playing. I was startled to discover that the idea of my wife taunting me about my loss of length and my infirm erections sent delicious tendrils of almost masochistic excitement through me.

    I glanced at Angela. "I guess this will make the game we're playing a little more interesting." I said nonchalantly.

    Angela grasped the latent meaning in my words right away, and glanced sharply at me. "Ahh - I'd wondered if that thought would occur to you, lover. I was just thinking the same thing myself. In some ways it would work in quite wickedly with our little game, wouldn't it?" Her green eyes flashed as she looked at me. "Does that thought excite you, lover?"

    I slowly nodded. "Yes - it does."

    "I thought it might," she replied. She crossed her legs, and my eyes flickered downward to catch a glimpse of her smooth thighs. "Knowing you as I do," Angela continued. "I can certainly see why you not being able to get completely hard would kinda tie in with all the things we've done over the last few months, hmm?"

    "Very much so," I agreed quietly. I glanced at her again. "Does that seem weird to you?"

    "Not in the least," she replied at once. "In fact, I get a huge kick out of finding all your kinky new buttons, lover. And it looks like we just found another few to push, honey." A playful grin poured across he beautiful face. "And let me guess - you're wondering how hard I'm gonna push those buttons?"

    I swallowed. "I guess I am," I replied softly. I could feel my cock arousing from slumber at the frolicsome course our conversation had taken.

    Angela uttered a low chuckle. "Be careful what you wish for, honey - I just might push them harder than you expect."

    "Try me," I found myself answering almost breathlessly.

    Angela raised an eyebrow at my gentle challenge and smiled playfully. "Okay, my frisky little lover. You do realise, of course, that I'd have to be a nasty little bitch, don't you?"

    "Uh-huh," I replied. The soft, husky tone of her voice had already started to excite me. "Be as nasty as you like."

    My wife's smile broadened even further. "Very well - you want bitch? You'll get bitch! Let me see... I could maybe remind you that your cock is almost an inch shorter than it was a year ago. Or I could tease you about how you can't get as hard as Jason can."

    I took a sharp breath, and my penis gave a sudden delighted throb at her lurid words. I felt it begin to grow.

    My wife turned more fully toward me on the couch, and my glance briefly darted down to her thighs again. Angela continued in that soft, sexy voice that I knew so well. "Or I could giggle at how your little cock now bends downward, or about how you have to be careful when you fuck me in case your pecker slips out of my pussy. Or I could be really nasty, and tell you how it amuses me that you can't even fuck me for a whole minute before you shoot your little load - like some fucking teenager getting his first hump! But that's okay, because it's the truth, isn't it, lover?"

    "Yeah - it is," I replied shakily. Butterflies began whirling in my tummy.

    Angela's smile became salacious. "Well, at least now you can actually get it up, so I guess I should be thankful for small mercies." Her eyes flashed mischievously. "I just might have to think up a few more pet names for you, my Cuckie. Let's see... Well, for starters you do have a little cock now, don't you? Not the six-and-a-half inches you had a few months ago. So I can truthfully call you my little Shorty now, hmm? My short, soft-dicked little Cuckie!"

    I stifled a sharp gasp. The lecherous little buzz screamed into life, and my cock hardened further.

    My wife flashed me a teasing leer. "And that's another thing, Cuckie - from now on you'll lick me until I cum before you fuck me. I'm not going to stand for you blowing your load in thirty seconds flat like a fucking popgun and leaving me unsatisfied, like you have been doing. So, from now on, you'll lick me until you make me cum - over and over - and then I'll let you fuck me!" She uttered another giggle. "Well - I'll let you slide that flimsy little worm of yours into me and desperately wiggle it until you blow, because I wouldn't exactly call it fucking me. You should have paid more attention to how Jason did it, lover - he knows how to properly fuck a woman! His hard cock doesn't fall out - unlike some I could mention." She chuckled softly, and licked her pouty lips.

    "Jesus Christ!" I gasped. Her wicked words caused my cock to grow even faster, and I felt my balls contract.

    Her sensual green eyes flickered down to my crotch briefly. "In fact, you can lick me right now, Cuckie. I can see that your little pecker is getting hard - well, semi-hard, anyway. Don't you find it strange that the more I tease and scorn that short little dick of yours, the more it seems to like it?" Angela chuckled. "I wonder what it would do if I said that it's now the smallest cock I've ever had inside me?"

    What it did was instantly harden further! I uttered another soft gasp as Angela suddenly arose from the couch and turned her head to look down at me.

    "Stand up," she told me, "And slide my panties off."

    I shakily stood and knelt in front of her and reached up under her skirt. I quickly eased her panties down her smooth legs, and she stepped out of them and promptly lowered herself back onto the couch. She slid sensually downward until she was laying almost horizontally, her hips overhanging the leather cushions. She smiled sweetly at me, raised her rump, and pulled her skirt up until it was a creased ring around her waist. I was still on my knees in front of her, panting softly.

    "Come here, Cuckie," she said, crooking a playful finger at me. "It's taco-time again; let's get that eager little tongue of yours where it belongs - between my legs! After I've creamed all over your face, I'll let you slide your rubbery little dick inside me and wiggle it until you blow, okay?" She uttered a low chuckle and slowly raised her legs until they were almost vertical; she then teasingly parted her thighs completely until her legs were almost perpendicular, forming an almost flat, inviting 'V' before me. I found myself gazing hungrily down at her neatly trimmed pussy; her widely parted legs had pulled her labia slightly open, and her clit peeped out almost demandingly at me.

    "And after you've shot your load," my wife continued in a teasing drawl. "You can pick out another card - and you know what? I hope you draw a pair, because I'm getting desperate for a good, hard fuck again! Now - get licking!"

    "Oh my God!" I moaned, quickly bending forward and guiding my face between her splayed thighs. Her smooth, upturned pussy beckoned like a moist, welcoming gateway, and I inhaled her musky scent. I felt myself begin to salivate, and my cock was now almost as hard as it was going to get. "Oh my God!" I repeated in what was almost a choke.

    "Don't worry about God," Angela replied smoothly, sliding her fingers firmly through my hair and pulling my face down onto her. "You just worry about burying your face in my pussy and making me cum, and let me worry about God!"

    The lounge room was soon echoing to the moist, slurping sounds of me eagerly performing cunnilingus, and to Angela's ardent gasps and moans.

    Thirty minutes later, and after my wife had enjoyed several deep orgasms, she languidly told me to mount her as she lay sprawled on the couch. I almost tore my jeans and briefs off, and as I shakily guided my cock towards her molten pussy, she looked up at me, and that teasing smile I knew so well reappeared on her beautiful face.

    "Put that wobbly little thing in me," she taunted, followed by a brief giggle.

    This time I didn't even last fifteen seconds before I exploded inside her, accompanied by Angela's almost jeering chuckle.


    By the end of the weekend I had made love with my wife a total of six times since we started playing the game, and drawn six cards: a two, a five, an eight, a nine, a jack, and an ace.

    On Sunday night, after another torrid romp in the bedroom, Angela held out the deck of cards. I drew one, and got the jack of Diamonds.

    My wife smiled softly. "Ahhh! You finally got a pair! Well, my little lover, it looks like it's time for me to give sexy Jason a ring tomorrow, hmm?"

    My sated cock gave a disloyal twinge of delight, and felt my balls contract. "It looks like it," I croaked tightly, looking down at the jack in my hand.

    As per the rules of the game, I took one of the wicked little pills shortly after, and my tummy tingled in mingled excitement and apprehension as I resigned myself to a week of enforced impotence.

    Angela rang Jason on Monday morning, and she informed me that he had eagerly accepted her invitation to join her next Sunday evening. In fact, she had just finished telling me when she leaned close and whispered in my ear.

    "I've got just two words for you, lover." she intoned sensually.

    "What are they?" I tentatively asked.

    Angela giggled. "Slut-Wife."

    It was going to be a long week...

    *Chapter 11*

    The medication began taking effect within 24 hours; by Monday night I was once again effectively impotent. I had, incidentally, gotten myself another job in the building industry; with my injury now all healed, there was nothing to prevent me from getting off my ass and getting back into work. The company that I was now working for employed about sixty men, and strangely enough more than a couple of them bore a passing resemblance to Jason - young, fit and handsome.

    As I drove home from work on Monday afternoon I found my mind flitting to the rather bizarre and one-sided menage-a-trois that had recently developed between Angela, Jason and myself. Watching Angela cuckold me for real far surpassed even my most carnal fantasies, and the fact that my sexy wife's previously sacrosanct pussy was now on offer to another male seemed to sharpen my own sexuality - I felt like a teenager anticipating his first taste of real sex. Even the strange, erotic humiliation that welled through me as I remembered Angela eagerly spreading her lean, sexy legs for her young lover left a weirdly satisfying tingle in its wake. I began to realise just how powerful the reality of being truly cuckolded was - but that simply made me crave it even more. In essence, I was vicariously relishing my wife's ostensibly furtive infidelities, and the wicked little game she had devised simply cranked up the juice.

    Angela had naturally noted my return to my previously flaccid state, and as the week slowly passed she made several teasing references to Jason's impending visit and the fact that I would have to wait until after the next weekend before I was able to 'get a hard on' and climax again.

    As I have previously stated, I was quite unable to masturbate myself to orgasm whilst I was taking the evil medication - a fact not lost on my lecherous wife. She had playfully quipped that she could now really indulge my Tease-and-Denial fantasies; she had made it perfectly obvious that she would not masturbate me until next Sunday, and she almost seemed to be taking perverse delight in my mounting excitement and frustration as the week slowly passed. Conversely, however, her appetite for cunnilingus remained as ravenous as ever, and she had me orally please her almost nightly, and not just in the bedroom.

    Saturday approached and drifted by, and almost before I knew it Sunday evening finally arrived. Angela showered and got herself ready, and we sat waiting for Jason's phone call - me pensive and inwardly shaking, and Angela relaxed and perfectly at ease. Her cell phone warbled at about 8:15pm: Jason calling to announce his imminent arrival.

    Three minutes later I found myself downstairs in the spare room, securely restrained to the office chair. Angela had previously told me that this time she herself would ensure Jason's departure not long after their fun, so I would have no need to 'call' announcing my 'return home'. This being the case, I wouldn't need to use my cell phone, and Angela had proposed that my wrists should be cuffed behind me, with the "D" rings of the leather cuffs firmly anchored by a short piece of rope to the metal back support of the chair. I had just enough scope to lean down to sip a straw thrust into a can of soft drink on the desk, but little more.

    Angela playfully stated that having my hands tied behind my back would add to my sense of anticipation and helplessness, and as it turned out she was right - but as I later discovered that she did it for another reason as well.

    My wife flashed me a parting smile, and then closed and locked the door. As Angela went upstairs to await her lover, I was once again left to ponder the gym through the hidden window, and to think about what would shortly occur. I heard Jason arrive soon after, and I then breathlessly waited for the evening's debauchery to unfold.

    I didn't have to wait long. The pair made their way down to the gym, and immediately stripped. I once again jealously admired Jason's superb physique, and - to my fervent imagination - Angela gazed at him hungrily, her eyes raking over his lean torso and drifting down to linger on his cock, which was already swelling in apparent anticipation.

    They climbed into the spa and sat closely together, making small talk and exchanging banter in the hot, swirling water for ten minutes or so. They then began to softly kiss. As I may have mentioned, my wife was a great kisser, and she eagerly gave Jason a tour de force of her skills. Their kisses gradually grew from gentle and tender, to urgent and passionate. I could see Jason cupping my wife's wet, slippery tits, and my cock spasmed enviously as he lifted a hardening nipple to his lips and sucked it. Angela tilted her head skyward in pleasure, lifting slightly and arching her back to offer him greater access to her tender orbs. She moaned softly and gently cradled his head as he licked and suckled each nipple in turn. For some reason I found this to be almost unbearably erotic - to see my wife ardently presenting her breasts to his lips and clearly relishing him licking and sucking her nipples.

    My wife then urged him to sit higher up in the spa. He promptly did so, and his large cock breached the water of the spa like a submarine periscope rising from the depths. Angela licked her lips and lowered her pretty face and took the broad, mushroom head of his cock into her mouth. I breathlessly watched as she fellated him for several minutes before she looked up at her lover and urgently suggested a more reciprocal approach. They immediately alighted from the spa and Angela quickly sheathed his large cock in a rubber. They then had intercourse as Angela lay on the spa decking, her ardent moans and exhortations accompanying the heavy slap of his wet flesh against hers.

    I squirmed in my chair and panted as I watched, my balls now softly aching and the kinky little buzz dancing joyfully through my lions - especially when my wife climaxed loudly, exhorting her lover to give it to her! Jason duly did so, and their coupling quickly reached a frenzied crescendo. Angela climaxed twice more before Jason gasped that he was 'gonna blow!' and I watched Angela's long, sexy legs lock around his hips as he climaxed, his cock buried to the hilt in my wife's drenched cunt. The pair lay for several minutes, spent and panting before they languidly returned to the spa for another twenty minutes or so. Angela finally suggested that they make their way upstairs.

    My wife had previously fished out an old dressing gown of mine for Jason to wear, whilst Angela wore her silky black kimono; for some reason it gave me a weird thrill to see them both dressed in just the thin material, knowing they were both naked underneath. They headed upstairs and watched TV for just over an hour or so, and I strained to hear any sounds that would indicate any further sexual activity - but apart from several brief kisses they simply chatted softly over the drone of the TV. In due course they once again returned to the gym, slipped off their gowns, and stepped back into the spa.

    They again kissed and petted in the swirling water, their arousal rapidly escalating before they eventually climbed out and hurriedly made their way to the bench-press. My wife once more fellated Jason to full potency and slid a condom on his large, twitching cock. He then proceeded to fuck my wife in the doggy position as she lay on the vinyl bench, her shapely rear arched high. Angela was facing me, and I was treated to the sight of her beautiful face twisting in pleasure and ecstasy as Jason took her vigorously from behind. On several occasions Angela sent me surreptitious winks and fleeting grins through the mirror as she cuckolded me.

    I again stared with fixed, unblinking eyes at this strong, handsome man taking my wife so thoroughly, and I enviously acknowledged his prowess in being able to rise to the occasion so soon after their initial coupling. I strained and wriggled in the chair, my cuffed ankles and wrists flexing as Angela's lusty moans and cries of pleasure floated through the little speakers in front of me. My wife climaxed at least twice, and I again found that I was silently cheering her on - that I was relishing every gasp and grunt and pant and squeal. My full balls ached in almost jeering derision when Jason huskily announced his impending climax. He hooked his palms under my wife's shoulders and slammed his hips even more powerfully against Angela's taut, quivering buttocks, making her whole body jolt.

    An incredibly lewd thought drifted through my mind; the doggy position was aptly named - because the panting, writhing duo greatly resembled a pair of dogs feverishly engaging in a heated mating frenzy.

    Jason emitted another loud moan and arched his back, driving his cock deep inside my wife's cunt and holding it there as he exploded for the second time that evening. Once more my own feeble cock throbbed in silent salute, as if vicariously enjoying its own displacement. Not to be outdone, my balls ached even more intently, as though they were petulantly resentful that their opposing counterparts out in the gym were joyfully emptying their creamy contents into my wife's receptive pussy.

    The pair lay slumped on the bench-press for a minute or so before Jason rose to his feet. I could see the bulbous end of the condom on his deflating cock bulging with his semen. Angela looked over her shoulder and noted it, too. She seemed pleasantly surprised at how full the condom was, and in fact she went so far as to compliment him on being able to ejaculate so much, seeing that he'd already climaxed once this evening. Jason's grin had a slightly smug tinge to it, and he suavely replied that it was a natural consequence of being with such a beautiful and sexy woman.

    Jason discreetly disposed of the used rubber, and the couple languidly returned to the warm water of the spa again and made idle chit-chat - Angela seeming to take a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction from her post-coital cigarette. They eventually alighted and dried themselves. Jason redressed in his clothes this time, whilst Angela slipped her kimono on. They went upstairs and had another drink before Angela eventually ushered Jason out the door at around 12:30am.

    Angela promptly joined me in the spare room. She slid my chair out from under the desk, and mischievously told me that she was going to do something 'naughty'. She then proceeded to slide my jeans and briefs down to my cuffed ankles, but left my wrists tied securely to the back of the office chair.

    She looked down at me briefly, her sexy smile ripening as she contemplated both my bound and helpless state and my soft, vulnerable cock. She then absentmindedly opened her kimono, sank to her knees, and began softly stroking and tickling my flaccid member, taunting and deriding me when I naturally failed to achieve an erection. It was clear from the light, casual way that she caressed me that her intent was not to make me cum - it was instead solely to further stimulate and excite me. I suddenly realised that this was another reason that she had cuffed my hands behind my back - so that I was powerless to stop her as she explored a devious new avenue of tease and denial. I gasped as she cupped my aching balls in her warm palm, and she airily quipped how 'full and bursting' they felt.

    She then took great satisfaction in describing how her lover's long, hard, thick shaft had filled and even stretched her pussy, and just how many times he had made her cum. She interspersed this with taunting comments about the 'soft little worm' that she was currently tweaking between her fingers - meaning my cock, of course.

    After about twenty minutes of what was essentially a slow lascivious torture, my level of arousal once again reached an almost incandescent state. I frantically bucked and arched in the chair, pleading with her to let me climax, but the more I implored her to let me cum, the more she simply giggled and teased me - and at one point she threatened to gag me with her discarded panties unless I stopped 'begging'.

    She eventually lowered her head and took my flaccid cock into her hot, wet mouth. She wriggled the tip of her quick tongue just under my glans, at the most sensitive location. I almost screamed in ecstasy, and bucked my hips. Angela briefly let my limp tool slip from her lips.

    "Mmmmm, soft lil cock!" she drawled in her slow, sexy voice, followed by a tittering giggle. She repeated this about five times - alternatively fellating me for half a minute, and then chanting "Soft li'l cock!", and her kinky little giggle that followed was what drove me past the brink. Orgasm screamed through my like a freight train, and I thought I would pass out from sheer pleasure and ecstasy as Angela took me fully into her mouth and sucked hard as my semen trickled forth. It was the most powerful climax I had ever experienced.

    As we lay in bed an hour later, she smilingly asked if I had enjoyed the evening. I haltingly stated that it had far surpassed the previous episode in the gym, and that it had been the most erotic night of my entire life. Angela inquired if I wanted to repeat the card game, and I at once nodded my assent; there were just enough pills left for another lascivious round of the game.

    Angela then suggested another wicked proviso - she proposed that next time I was bound to the office chair, I should remove all my clothes first. My wife stated that this would add another delectable little twist - me sat there totally naked as I watched Jason vigorously fucking her. Angela smilingly added that the exquisite disparity between her lover and myself would become glaringly obvious if I could peer down at my limp little pecker - and then look up and gaze out at Jason's long, hard cock as it sank - inch by inch - into her tight, welcoming pussy.

    Her lewd remarks just made me more eager to play the game yet again, and I hastily agreed to her changes. I should point out that Angela had, in fact, studied psychology during her stint at university, and I wondered how much her training in the workings of the mind had influenced her decisions in regard to my rapidly evolving kinks and cuckold fantasies. These thoughts lingered in my mind as I drifted off to sleep.


    As the second round of the game commenced, I often found my thoughts drifting to the bizarre sexual situation I had almost eagerly placed myself in. Right from the start, the whole carnal situation that had developed between Angela and I had, by its very nature, inadvertently encompassed and even embraced many aspects of femdom. I had always been intrigued by the notion of total submission - sexual and otherwise - to a beautiful woman, but I had never really explored the idea. Now, however, Angela's assertive side seemed to blossom, and her use of the leather cuffs as she blatantly cuckolded me seemed to bring my submissive side completely out of it's shell, and Angela was both delighted and intensely inquisitive when I admitted as much to her.

    She stated that although she could never see herself as a fully-fledged 'Domme', she did get a huge kick from being able to sexually tease and control me - especially using my own powerful desire to be cuckolded as a catalyst to ignite my deepest and most carnal passions. She coyly added that she loved the new sense of freedom and power that being able to openly bed another man gave her - particularly when she thought of me helplessly watching her do so. In fact she said: "Knowing you're sat there - panting and shaking and so desperate to fuck me - as I suck Jason's cock almost makes me cream."

    I did note, however, that she seemed to luxuriate in playing the Domme, and more than once I found her idly trawling femdom web sites. Her demeanor slowly shifted into a more assertive mode, and I wondered if certain aspects of femdom appealed to her more than she admitted.

    I actually found myself relishing her changing attitude, and I often fantasized about how sizzling it would be to become even more submissive to her. Angela seemed to sense my growing excitement, and this simply accelerated the process; for example, as the second round of the game progressed, I found that Angela had ceased asking for cunnilingus - instead, she would demand it. I lapped up her newly acquired imperious nature with the same fervor as I lapped up her insatiable pussy.

    Of course, eating her delicious slit simply heightened my own ardor, and Angela would often smilingly offer me intercourse afterward - pointing out that if I did so, then I risked getting the dreaded pair of cards that would trigger both her next coupling with her lover, and also a week's worth of enforced impotence for myself.

    Like any hot, horny man being offered a warm, juicy pussy, I naturally took the risk whenever Angela gave me the opportunity.

    I duly drew another pair of cards a six days later after a torrid, if brief, lovemaking session. Ten minutes later, Angela sent me out to retrieve a glass of water and the plastic bottle that contained the evil medication.

    Smiling her sweet smile, Angela popped the first pill into my mouth, casually adding that she herself would administer it to me for the next six days so that I wouldn't be tempted to 'cheat'. The next morning she called Jason and issued an invitation to hook up a week later while I was 'interstate' again. He quickly accepted, and the pair made arrangements for him to arrive at about 8:30pm next Sunday night.

    The week drifted slowly past. My eager tongue was often a guest between Angela's parted thighs in the interim, and her loud orgasmic moans again floated over me like lecherous taunts, strongly emphasizing my own inability to climax, or even become erect. As Sunday night approached, I discovered that I was looking forward to it with fluttering anticipation

    On Sunday evening Angela again showered early, and she then added to my growing angst by asking me to shave her legs. It was all I could do to stop my hands from shaking as I dutifully barbered her long, sexy legs. She then parted her thighs and told me to repeat the process on the pubic thatch and pussy. My wife serenely smiled down at me as I trimmed her thin bikini line and finally shaved her cunt smooth. Although no words were exchanged, the latent message in her mute gaze was obvious - You're shaving me smooth for my lover to enjoy!

    My excitement was further stimulated when my wife donned a new dress, which I hadn't seen until now - a sheer red number remarkably similar to the come-fuck-me dress that seemed to haunt my lascivious dreams. The hemline was a scant few inches below her pubic region, and the neckline plunged to reveal a more than generous glimpse of cleavage.

    Angela, in fact, noted my hungry gaze as I gawked at her. "I picked this up on Friday night," she told me. "Is it like the dress you dreamed about?"

    I shakily told her it was, and my wife's sexy smile slithered over her face. She playfully modeled the new dress for me, and it was obvious that she was naked underneath - I could see no hint of a panty line, and the swell of her delicious breasts stretched the thin red material. I could easily make out her nipples pressing sharply outwards, as though eager to assert their presence. She looked almost unbelievably sexy, and she again smiled at my rapt gaze before ushering me out into the lounge room.

    About an hour later Angela's cell phone cheerfully warbled, and my pulse quickened as I realised it was Jason calling to let Angela know he would be arriving shortly. Several minutes later, I was once more ensconced in the spare room, bound to the chair - naked this time. Jason duly arrived, and I helplessly watched as the events of two weeks ago repeated themselves.

    With my wrists cuffed behind the chair again, I had just enough movement to be able to lean down and sip from a couple of open soft drink cans that my wife had placed on the desk, the straws poking firmly skyward in what was almost a mockery of my flaccid state.

    Angela had forewarned me that she was going to do something especially 'evil and kinky' tonight, and I soon found out what it was. After she and Jason had fucked on the spa decking and taken a subsequent dip in the hot, swirling water, Angela once again suggested that they retire upstairs. They dressed in their gowns and made their way up into the lounge room above me.

    Whilst she and Jason ensconced themselves on the leather couch, I naturally listened intently to what was going on as the pair sat watching TV. After about an hour I became aware that they had stopped talking and the sound of fervent kissing asserted itself over the soft hum of the TV. Shortly the wet smack of their kisses grew into soft sighs and moans, quickly followed by urgent pants and gasps. The noises abruptly ceased, and I heard muted whispers, and then I heard the soft crinkle of plastic - a condom wrapper; Angela must have slipped the packet of rubbers into her kimono before they went upstairs.

    All I could hear for half a minute or so was the drone of the TV, and then Angela uttered a sharp gasp, and said: "Fuck me!" A few moments later the little speakers in front of me relayed the rhythmic, fleshy slap of Jason's hips against my wife's thighs. It was incredibly arousing to hear the sounds of their passion, but not be able to see what they were doing - but I could vividly picture my naked wife sprawled on the leather couch, her thin kimono contemptuously discarded on the floor, her long, sexy legs pulled sharply upward and spread wide to accommodate her lover as he eagerly mounted her.

    "Fuck me!" Angela repeated, her passion amply evident even through the little speakers. She moaned as Jason apparently obliged her, and she added: "Christ, I love your cock!"

    I sat sweating and trembling for about fifteen minutes as the pair apparently fucked in several positions. The couch occasionally groaned and creaked in protest at their fervent exertions. Angela, possibly knowing I was listening in, went out of her way to express the pleasure that his large cock was bringing her; her squeals and pants burst from the speakers in front of me almost constantly, and she climaxed at least three times from what I could hear. She also went out of her way to praise her lover's skills, again loudly telling him that he fucked her 'so much better than Michael!'.

    Their coupling eventually reached its ultimate conclusion, and Jason gave a groan of satisfaction as he apparently climaxed. Their pants subsided, and my wife duly arose to get them another drink. They then began chatting and giggling softly, and I feverishly wondered if my wife was still naked as she lazed on the couch beside him. I sat waiting for almost another hour until they finally returned downstairs so that Jason could redress himself prior to leaving.

    When Jason left - at just before 1:00am this time - Angela once more joined me in the spare room. She was clad in just her black kimono, and I gazed hungrily at her smooth, sexy legs as she stood smiling down at me. She pulled the chair out on its castors and rotated me to face her, but again leaving my ankles and wrists securely cuffed to the chair.

    She then sank to her knees and tickled and caressed my limp cock, teasing and tormenting me with another lewd and explicit narrative. She said that it had made her so hot when she fucked him upstairs, knowing that I was sitting here unable to see, but being able to hear every moan and gasp, and she added that she knew that it would 'make my soft, useless little cock tingle'.

    She grinned up at me, tilting her head in thought. She suddenly rose to her feet and let her kimono slide to the floor, and pushed the chair on which I was bound back under the desk. She cleared the soft drink cans from the desk, and then turned and seized the pillow on the single bed behind me and placed it on the desktop. She then slid herself up onto the desk, propping her shapely bare rump on the pillow and maneuvering herself until she was sitting naked directly in front of me. She leaned back on her hands and parted her thighs, lifting her legs and resting them on my shoulders. Her moist cunt opened before me like a steamy tropical flower ready to pollinate. Angela's limpid gaze drifted suggestively from my face down to her crotch.

    "Yeah, my lil Cuckie," she playfully intoned. "You know what I want - so get your eager little tongue down there and start licking me. Lick your Slut-wife's naughty little pussy! I want you to taste just how wet Jason's big, hard cock has made me!"

    I shakingly lowered my face to her crotch and slid my tongue eagerly into her moist slit. As I fervently slurped and sucked her syrupy sex, my wife hummed her approval. I felt my cock tingle as I pressed my tongue deeper inside, licking the velvety walls of her cunt.

    "Mmmmm, that's it, Cuckie," she drawled softly. "Lick it nice and deep. Lick the cunt that only an hour ago had a long, hard cock deep inside it! Does it make you hot to think how Jason's big, thick cock was exactly where your hungry little tongue is right now, honey? It's too bad I can't make you lick me while Jason's actually fucking me, hmm? Or - even better - I'd make you lick my asshole as his juicy cock rams into me again and again! Wouldn't that be kinky, my flaccid little man? If I made you rim me as Jason fucked me!" Angela tilted her head back and uttered a low giggle. "I think that would drive me wild, Cuckie - feeling Jason's hot cock slamming into me as you licked my asshole - using you just to give me more pleasure!"

    I uttered a stifled moan and drove my eager tongue inside her even deeper. The impious little buzz was trilling through me so strongly that it was almost making me vibrate.

    "In fact," Angela added, raising her hips from the pillow and tilting her pelvis slightly upward. "Get your tongue down to my asshole right now! Slide it down... that's it... lick it, Cuckie... lick it! Mmm, yeah! That's better!... flatten it, and lick... harder... harder!... ooh, yeah!... just like THAT!" She slid her hand down to her pussy and her fingers began rapidly tweaking her erect button. "Mmm, that feels soooo good, Cuckie... now tongue-fuck me... slide it into my asshole as I play with my clit... tongue-fuck my asshole until I cum!"

    I did just that; I eased my wet tongue into her asshole, and began thrusting it desperately in and out. Angela moaned her appreciation, and she stroked her clit even faster. I could feel her buttocks and thighs trembling as orgasm rapidly approached her. Her pursed rosette suddenly clenched my probing tongue, and she gave a sharp gasp, and wailed a lascivious, almost pleading mantra: "Lick my ass!... Lick my ass!... Lick my ass!... Lick my ass!"

    I almost frantically did as she asked, flattening my tongue and rapidly grinding it against that most intimate part of her as she began to climax. I could actually feel the pulse of her orgasm ripple through her nether regions, her asshole gleefully puckering in time with her powerful internal contractions as if it was relishing the warm, wet rasp of my tongue. Her already damp cunt seethed anew with her cream, and I could feel a long, thick stream of if cascading over my nose and lips.

    She emitted a final satisfied grunt, and slumped back onto the desk, her smooth legs dangling on either side of me.

    She giggled breathlessly. "Was that good for you, too, my little Cuckie? Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you lick me there?" Angela stifled a soft titter. "And I can tell that you like it too, little one! Do you like licking my asshole, Michael?"

    "Yes!" I gasped.

    My wife grinned down into my upturned face. "Good. Now lick me clean, lover."

    I hastily did as she asked, lapping and slurping up her delicious feminine secretions from her asshole and pussy. All the while she gazed down at me through glazed eyes from her perch, softly running her fingers through my hair.

    "Now suck it, lover," she instructed. "Clean me... suck every drop from my pussy."

    I quickly obliged, pressing my lips firmly to her labia, and applying a gentle suction; her feminine juices welled out and soon added to the growing pool in my stomach. I continued my oral ministrations for three or four minutes until Angela finally sat upright with another satisfied grunt.

    "Ready for your reward, my little ass-licker?" she lewdly asked.

    "Jesus, yes!" I almost shrieked.

    My wife dropped to the floor and slid the chair out from under the desk. She sank to her knees, and for the next five minutes Angela alternately sucked and stroked my flaccid little cock, once more mocking and teasing me about how a 'real' man had just had her, and how much she loved making me lick her after Jason had just 'fucked her ass off".

    She looked up at me and licked her lips. Her finger had zeroed in on that ultra-sensitive spot just underneath my glans. "Oh! Jason mentioned that he has to get his regular medical next week, lover. He said he'll be get screened for sexually transmitted diseases as part of the check-up." Angela grinned. "Soooo, he said that he'll show me the results, but he's sure he'll get a clean bill of health, Cuckie."

    In a flash I realised where she was going, and climax literally tore a path to my groin. I moaned and bucked in the chair.

    "Yesss..." my wife drawled, "You know what that means, don't you? If he's all clear, then there's no reason why he can't take me bareback, is there, my little lover? Just imagine the next time you watch him fuck me, and you see his full, heavy balls tighten, you'll know that his hot, thick cum is going to explode inside me! I'll make sure that his cock is buried in me when he cums so you can see his cock pumping and throbbing, and you'll know at that very second he's blowing his hot, creamy load right inside my pussy! Will that make you hot, Cuckie?

    "Yeah! YEAH!" I wailed. My back arched again as climax slowly began bursting inside me.

    "And of course," my wicked wife continued. "I'll have to let you see his cum trickling out of my pussy. Imagine sitting there and having to watch his sperm leaking from my hot, used cunt, baby!" Angela's green eyes bored into mine. "And later on, I'll get you to lick me clean - just like you did just now - and you'll suck every single drop of his cream and mine from my hot, wet, juicy cunt, won't you?" Her voice lashed me in a commanding bark "Won't you, you short-dicked little CUNT SUCKER!"

    "YESSSS!" I screamed.

    The room tilted, and time stood still as I rocketed upwards, orgasm tearing through me like a thunderclap.


    As we later lay in bed in the early hours, she again smilingly asked if I had enjoyed the evening. I told her that I did, and ruefully added that now that the supply of pills was spent it would be difficult to play her wicked little game anymore.

    Angela simply smiled.


    The next evening after she got home from work she placed a large white plastic bottle on the table in front of me.

    "What's that?" I asked, gazing down at it.

    "A good supply of your medication, lover." my wife replied.

    I had, of course, forgotten that Angela worked for the company who distributed the evil little pills. She had called in a favor and arranged for a supervisor in the warehouse to purloin a whole box for her; the 'missing' box would simply be assigned to the 'damaged goods' register, and that was that.

    Angela had once told me that this kind of thing happened a lot, and as long as the losses were small, and no schedule eight drugs - the opiates and narcotics - went missing, the company simply turned a mostly blind eye to the petty thievery.

    I opened the screw cap on the bottle and peered inside; it was full almost to the brim with the innocuous little pills.

    "Jesus!" I grunted. "How many are there?"

    "Twenty pills in each packet, and twenty-four packets in a whole box - you do the math, lover." She winked.

    "Four hundred and eighty?" I gasped.

    My wife smiled softly. "Uh-huh. That should be enough for us to keep playing our little game, hmm, honey?"

    I simply nodded and did some more mental arithmetic; each time we played the game I used six pills. At that rate, there was enough medication for eighty rounds of Angela's wicked little game. I stifled a gasp, but my cock twitched its lecherous approval. Angela slid over to me and kissed me. Her playful tongue wriggled between my lips.

    "So, my baby," she intoned softly, breaking the kiss. "Shall we start another round of the game?"

    How could I say no?


    For the next three months Angela and I carried on with our lecherous little game, and on average Jason visited Angela while I was "interstate' twice each month. Jason did, in fact, show Angela his medical clearance, and as she promised the next time I watched the pair fucking, Jason took my wife unprotected. To witness him climaxing bareback inside her nearly made me swoon. Also, as Angela had promised, she demanded that I lick her moist cunt dry of their combined juices almost as soon as her lover departed.

    Angela's general demeanor also went through some further changes. Her work skirts got about two inches shorter, and she also bought a whole new range of skimpy panties - tossing out her staid white undergarments that she usually wore under her work attire. She also bought a pair of long black stiletto-heeled boots, which she often wore to work. Just looking at her sexy legs encased in the boots could make my mouth go dry.

    She also began making playful use of the wrist and ankle cuffs outside of the spare room. She would shackle my wrists behind my back, and then get me to orally serve her as she sat in an armchair - and not just cunnilingus. She especially relished having her toes sucked, and she would often have me to do this for over an hour as she leaned back and closed her eyes, her face clouded in soft pleasure.

    On one particular evening, Angela was sprawled on one of the armchairs and I was kneeling in front of her, licking and sucking her slender toes with my wrists cuffed behind me. I had 'lost' another round of the game and had been taking the evil little pills for the past three days - meaning I was again effectively impotent. Angela had arranged for Jason to join her on the forthcoming Sunday, and as I suckled her toes she gently teased me about his impending visit. She suddenly looked down with a mischievous grin and told me to remain quiet. She picked up her mobile phone and called Jason.

    She told him that I had 'popped out' for a few hours, so she decided to give him a call and see if he was free to chat. He apparently was, and I kept sucking her toes as the pair chatted, and my pulse raced as their talk slowly became amorous. Angela teasingly asked her lover if he was looking forward to coming over on the weekend and giving her a good seeing-to. She then softly inquired if he'd like to hear her play with herself. He obviously assented, because my wife duly hiked up her skirt and slid her nimble fingers into her panties, silently motioning to me to continue sucking her toes.

    She then sent me a teasing smile and continued talking into the phone. She began fingering herself, and relaying her actions to Jason. She would say things like: "Mmm, yeah baby - I'm getting soooo wettt!" and "Mmm-hmm, sexy - my button's nice and hard for you!" I shakingly licked and sucked her toes with greater fervor as she became more aroused; she began panting, telling Jason how she wished that she had his big, hard cock in her right now.

    I couldn't hear what Jason was telling her, but it was obvious he was playing the game and telling her all the right things, because she started gasping comments like: "Oooh, YEAH! I'd love that!", and "Would you do that until you made me cum, sexy?", and "You know I'd let you fuck me any way you want!".

    Her legs were soon trembling, and her toes began curling in my mouth. She pressed the mobile phone even closer to her ear and closed her eyes. The moist sound of her fingers rapidly stroking her clit underscored her urgent pants and gasps, and she suddenly arched her back, and cried out to her lover: "Oh, Jason! Yeah! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, JASON! I'm CUMMING! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

    Her legs shook violently as she climaxed, and I had to move my head rapidly in order to keep her fully curled toes in my mouth.

    As she recovered, I continued sliding my eager tongue between her toes; the pair chatted for several minutes before she blew him a kiss and rang off. Angela's contented gaze slid down to me, and she smiled and pulled her damp toes from my lips, lifted her sexy rump from the chair, and eased her panties down her long legs. She tossed the moist panties aside and slowly spread her thighs and uttered a satisfied giggle. "Now, my little lover? Lick my pussy clean."

    And - of course - I quickly complied.


    One Thursday evening, about two weeks later, Angela and I were sat watching a movie on TV. Jason had paid Angela another visit last weekend after I'd 'lost' another round of the game, and I had already drawn another four cards.

    The film was a typical Hollywood potboiler, and I watched the show with only cursory attention - until once scene suddenly engaged my interest: An unfaithful wife and her unknowing husband had gone to a bar and were sat nursing their drinks and talking. The wife's gaze snaps to the door as her lover unexpectedly walks in. It's apparent that although the three of them know eachother socially, the meeting wasn't planned. The husband spotted the newcomer, and invited him to join them at their table. The wife shows great aplomb in greeting her lover cordially, and without overt affection. The trio duly exchanged small talk - the husband doing most of the talking. The wife's gaze gradually begins to linger hungrily on her lover. He covertly returns her meaningful stares as the husband prattles on, totally oblivious to the slightly lustful glances his wife and her lover are exchanging. The wife become even more brazen, and under the table we see her toes begin to slide up her lover's instep. We then see a flashback through the wife's eyes: she and her lover in bed, fucking like animals.

    This brief scene instantly aroused me. For the last few weeks a niggling extension to my cuckold fantasies had been growing in my lecherous mind. I had begun to imagine Angela and Jason's ostensibly clandestine trysts becoming a far more open affair, to coin a phrase - where Jason and I actually met, and he was even made aware that I knew of and complacently accepted his sexual relationship with my wife. I had even gone so far as to imagine him openly 'dating' Angela - blatantly embracing and kissing her in front of me - and I was startled at how incredibly turned on this idea made me. I strongly suspected that the card game that Angela and I were playing amplified these new fantasies. Whatever the reason, the kinky ideas sprouted like weeds in a new garden bed.

    I sat riveted to the TV as the wife's flashback ended, and her toes surreptitiously wriggled up her lover's trousers under the table. I suddenly pictured Angela, Jason and myself in a similar situation to what was occurring in the movie, and I felt my pulse quicken.

    Angela chose that moment to fortuitously remark: "Hmm - I wonder how I'd react if we went to a bar, and Jason came strolling in."

    I was still wistfully contemplating my new fantasies, and I replied without thinking. "In a way, it would be kinda hot."

    Angela's head swiveled sharply towards me. "You think so?"

    Realising my indiscretion, I tried to ameliorate my remark. "Well, I mean - after everything that's happened recently, it would certainly give me a buzz for the three of us to be sat together talking - like in the movie." I gestured to the TV, hoping to forestall any further discussion of the topic.

    Angela, however, was not so easily distracted; I now had her full attention, and she brushed the fluff from my reply and cut to the meat. "Really? It would turn you on if we did happen to run into Jason in a bar or something?"

    I realised it was now too late to pull back - but a large part of me was titillated by Angela's eager curiosity, and I found myself breathlessly wondering how she would react to my thoughts about her relationship with Jason becoming far more open. My arousal skyrocketed, and I took a deep breath and plunged shakily ahead. "Yes. To see you openly sitting with him - chatting and laughing and stuff - as I sat watching? Yes, it would turn me on."

    My wife appraised me for several seconds. "Ahhhh... I see." She paused briefly and sent me a knowing glance. "And how would it make you feel if I started flirting with him right in front of you?"

    Seeing how the subject was now well and truly broached, there was no point holding back. "I think I'd cream my fucking jeans."

    Angela's eyebrows lifted at my frank admission. "Oooh - would you now?" She turned her whole body toward me, the movie now forgotten. Her expression took on an impish slant, and her sexy grin started forming on her lips. "So if you were sat next to me as I flirted with him, it would turn your crank, lover?"

    "Uh-huh - very much so." I softly admitted. I could feel blood rushing to my face - and it was also rushing elsewhere; my cock gleefully awoke from slumber at the unexplored but delightful course our conversation had taken, and it began to harden.

    My wife warmed to the subject. "I see. So what if we change the location; we're not in a bar - instead, let's say we're here at home. Let's say that I was sat with Jason right here on the couch, and you were over there in the armchair - how would it feel to watch us sitting so close together?"

    I felt my mouth go dry. "It would drive me out of my fucking mind."

    Angela's sexy grin was now fully formed. "Sooo - you seeing Jason and I together - without you hiding in the spare room - would push another button?"

    I cleared my throat and paused for a few seconds. "Yeah - a big one. I guess it would take that fantasy to a whole new level if everything was completely in the open."

    Angela raised her eyebrows again and then nodded, as though I'd just confirmed something she had long suspected. "Completely in the open? You mean if Jason knew that I was free to play? That I had your permission to go to bed with him?"

    "Yes." A sudden wave of almost unctuous humiliation danced through me; during their numerous couplings, Angela had often told Jason that he was much bigger than I was, and that he fucked her far better than I could. To imagine actually meeting Jason in a social setting, and having him know that he surpassed me in both size and performance suddenly sent a fluttering masochistic ripple through me - especially if he was aware that Angela was completely at liberty to spread her gorgeous legs for him.

    Angela's grin curled into a sensual leer. "Ahhh - I see. So if Jason was sat next to me on the couch, it would just make you hornier if Jason knew that he could have me anytime he wanted?"

    "Yes," I replied shakily. Her use of the term he could have me anytime he wanted simply added fuel to my rapidly growing inferno. "I think I'd melt watching you..."

    "Watching me do what?" my wife prompted playfully.

    I paused for a few seconds. "Flirting with him... Seeing you sat very close to him... Seeing you kiss him..." My voice suddenly faltered as the incredible eroticism of what I was saying washed over me. My cock joyfully hardened even further.

    Angela's sexy eyes glittered; she was obviously relishing this new information. "What else, lover? What else would really drive you fucking insane?"

    "Seeing him fondling your tits through your blouse." I blurted.

    "Through my blouse - or would under my blouse be better?" my wife teasingly asked.

    "Under it," I panted.

    My wife tilted her head and her smile spread even wider across her face. "With or without me wearing a bra?"


    Angela giggled briefly. "Mmmm! So you'd like to see Jason fondling my bare tits under my blouse right in front of you, hmm? And what if you saw me caressing his cock through his jeans - would that be okay too?" she blatantly inquired, going into what I thought of as her 'Domme' mode.

    "Uh-huh," I almost squeaked. "That would be more than okay."

    My wife crossed her long, smooth legs. "And how about if I took his hand, and led him into our bedroom and shut the door behind us, Cuckie? Would you sit here on the couch and wait and listen as he fucked me in our bed?"

    "Christ - Yes!" I yelped. My cock gave a delighted vicarious throb at her words as it began pressing against my fly.

    Angela tilted her head and gazed at me intently for a second or two. "Are you telling me that you'd really like that to happen, my little cuckold?"

    I swallowed. "I guess I am," I replied breathlessly.

    "You want me to be that open with Jason in front of you?"

    "Yes!" I panted. "I've been thinking about it for weeks..."

    "Ahh!" my wife replied. "Have you now? What things have you been thinking, my little Cuckie?"

    "Just like you said - him knowing he can take you to bed, and me hearing him fuck you as I sit waiting!" I told her in a tight voice. I could feel my cock swelling even faster at my depraved admission.

    "Mmmm! - and wait you would!" my wife assured me. "What else?"

    "Imagining that you're dating him," I blurted.

    Angela's eyebrows lifted again. "Ooooh!" she drawled. "Dating him? Like I was his girlfriend, you mean?" she asked with another sexy grin.


    "Ahhh!" Angela replied smoothly. "That would be very, very kinky, wouldn't it, my little lover? Jason and me going out together, and kissing and petting in front of you when we got back - and you having to sit there, waiting and watching it all..." Her voice trailed off for a few seconds and she gave a soft, almost imperceptible quiver of delight. She eyed me for several seconds. "Would you like me to try and set it up with Jason the next time you lose the game, my little Cuckie?"

    Almost against my will I found myself nodding. The sheer magnitude and carnality of what she proposed washed over me like a salacious drug. Another pang of almost delicious humiliation surged through me as I again imagined meeting Jason fact-to-face, and him being fully aware that Angela could freely and openly cuckold me. My cock was now totally hard - or as hard as it was going to get - and it pressed urgently against the front of my trousers.

    Angela uttered her sensual chuckle. "Okay, my little lover - I'll see what I can arrange. You're sure that you'd be okay with it if I could swing it?"

    I simply nodded again. Angela glanced down at my hard on tenting my trousers, and her lips curled in a leer once more.

    "Hmm!" she intoned throatily. "Looks like something else is excited by the idea of you openly watching!" She uttered her sexy chuckle again. "Wanna pick another card, my little Cuckie?" she mischievously asked; this was her new euphemism for us having sexual intercourse - me 'picking a card'.

    I huskily told her I did, and she rose from the couch without another word, and led me into our bedroom. A minute later I was moaning her name as my pliant cock gradually slithered into her warm, moist pussy.

    Angela glanced up at me through half-closed eyes. "Are you sure you wanna openly watch me and Jason together, Cuckie?"

    "YES!" I moaned. I began thrusting almost desperately into her.

    "You know if I do set it up that you'll have to sit there and watch me kiss him, don't you?"

    "YEAH!" I wailed. "I want you to!"

    "I bet you do!" My wife spread her legs wider, opening for me more fully. "And I will let him play with my tits as you watch - and I'll even look at you and wink as he does it!" she hissed.

    "Jesus! - DO IT!" I practically shrieked. My semi-hard cock spasmed as the clinging friction of her velvet-smooth cunt caressed it. Climax hovered like a circling vulture.

    "Mmm, I will do it, cuckold! And I might even do what I said - bring him in here as you sit outside in the lounge room and wait! Just imagine hearing me scream as he slides that big cock of his into me, Cuckie!" Angela tilted her head back and giggled. "I'll even yell out nice and loud how huge his cock is so you can hear!"

    I gave a strangled choking gasp, and climaxed.

    Several minutes later, Angela held out the now familiar deck of cards. This would be my fifth card, and I apprehensively picked one.

    Angela smiled softly as she saw I had drawn a pair.

    "It looks like Fate is trying to tell us something, Cuckie?" she said. "I'll call Jason tomorrow, and see if he wants to come see me again - next Friday night, maybe," She looked sideways at me. "And if he's able to make it, I'll ask him about your kinky little ideas, hmm?"

    I simply nodded. Immediately after climaxing, the notion of Angela and Jason's relationship becoming more overt had less appeal - but I knew that within the hour I would be as receptive to the idea as I was before I'd made love to Angela - and possibly more so.

    Ten minutes later, my wife smilingly handed me one of those evil little pills, and she watched as I swallowed it - the first of six or so that would start another period of enforced impotence, and culminate in my wife cuckolding me yet again.

    I looked at her briefly; here was a woman who had once said that she would most likely never cuckold me for real - and here she was, eagerly doing it and apparently loving every second of it. I shook my head at the vicissitudes of sexuality, and wondered where this carnal odyssey would take us. I did know one thing.

    I didn't want it to stop.


    Jason duly visited just over a week later. I was again ensconced in the spare room - naked, cuffed and bound to the office chair - watching through the mirrored window as he and Angela stripped and settled into the spa. Earlier in the week Angela had once again asked me if I really wanted her to pursue the possibility of her intimate relationship with Jason becoming an open secret. I softly told her that I did, and as the week drifted past the notion of watching Angela and her lover with no need to hide simply become stronger - no doubt augmented by my drug induced impotency.

    As I now watched my sexy wife easing herself into the hot water of the spa, my stomach fluttered as I wondered whether she would broach the subject with Jason. My heart raced and I panted in tingling apprehension.

    The pair made small talk in the spa for only a minute or two before Angela said to him: "By the way - how'd you like to take me out to dinner in a week or so?"

    "Sure, babe," Jason replied. "Is Michael going away again soon?"

    "Nope," my wife told him. "Michael will probably be right here at home."

    Jason's eyebrows vaulted high, and Angela laughed at his puzzled expression. She announced that she had made an interesting discovery; she told Jason that she and I had recently discussed the idea of swinging. Jason sent her an inquisitive stare, and my wife went on to explain that 'swinging' was perhaps the wrong term. Instead, she had 'discovered' that the idea of her having sex with another man excited me, and I had strongly hinted that I would give her 'permission' to do so if an opportunity presented itself.

    Jason evinced surprise, but told Angela that he was quite familiar with 'open' relationships. In fact, he went on to reveal that when he was nineteen years old, he had become involved in a sporadic threesome with a friend named John, and John's girlfriend, Mary-Anne. The trio engaged in sex on more than a dozen occasions over a period of about eight months, and Mary-Anne would ardently service both men in turn. Mary-Anne had privately told Jason that John had coaxed her into the threesome because it drove him wild to 'watch another man shagging me'.

    Jason finished his tale by telling Angela that John and Mary-Anne had eventually broken up over an unrelated matter - but the situation had given him new insights into both human sexuality and polygamous relationships.

    I could see Angela's eyes glittering as she listened, and I realised that Jason's admission of previously engaging in a threesome had played beautifully into her hands

    "Sooo," Angela drawled, leaning back in the spa. "You used to bang your buddy's girlfriend as he watched, hmm? Very kinky! And let me guess - you were a little bigger than John was?"

    Jason chuckled modestly. "Yeah - by a couple of inches. In the end, Mary-Anne would openly tell me - in front of John - to fuck her with my 'big cock'." Jason chuckled again and gave his head a rueful shake. "John seemed to lap it up, and at the time I thought the whole situation was crazy - but they both seemed to really get off on it."

    "I'm sure they did," my wife replied smoothly. "And how did it make you feel to be able to screw her in front of him - to basically take your buddy's girlfriend?"

    Jason's eyes swiveled towards her. "I gotta say that it made me feel pretty cocky - no pun intended!" He laughed briefly. "Mary-Anne often told me - again, in front of John - that I was the best fuck she'd ever had, and that's always good for any man's ego, I guess. But I gotta admit that screwing Mary-Anne as John watched, and knowing I was doing it better than he could, made me feel pretty damned smug."

    "No doubt," my wife commented, her face curling into a grin. "I'm sure that you made Mary-Anne a very happy and satisfied girl!"

    Jason laughed. "I sure gave it my best shot."

    Angela chuckled. "You gave it quite a few shots by the sound of it," my wife tartly replied, leaning over him to reach for her cigarettes and lighter. She kissed him briefly before settling back and lighting a smoke.

    "So, sexy," she said, exhaling a stream of smoke. "It seems that my hubby is a bit like your friend John - Michael actually told me that he's been fantasizing about another man screwing me ever since we got married."

    Jason turned his head towards her and nodded. "He sounds a lot like John." Jason shrugged. "I've heard that plenty of guys have that fantasy."

    "Quite a few, I'm betting," Angela replied. She sent him a long, appraising stare. "How would you like to repeat what you did with Mary-Anne and John?"

    Jason looked at her for several seconds. "Are you talking about you and Michael and me having a threesome?"

    Angela shook her head. "No - not a threesome. Michael's main kink is to simply know that I'm having a 'bit on the side', as the saying goes. He told me he'd like to watch, but it's not an absolutely crucial part of the fantasy. For example, he said it would drive him out of is mind to just hear me fucking in our bedroom as he was sat out in the lounge." Angela's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh - and like your friend John, Michael told me that he's always imagined me being with a guy who had a big cock - a big cock like yours."

    Jason grinned briefly at her ego-stroking remark. "And you're sure he'd actually let you do it?"

    Angela nodded. "He's already told me that he'd be very open to the idea. So if I can swing it, would you be interested?"

    Jason rubbed his chin. "I dunno," he replied uncertainly, but I could see that he was giving the idea serious thought. "I'd have to be sure that Michael was totally cool with you and me hooking up - there's a difference between fantasizing about your wife screwing another guy, and her actually doing it."

    "True enough," Angela said. "But knowing Michael as I do, I have no doubt that he'd be fine with it." She further dangled the carrot by telling him that he would be able to enjoy her considerable charms a lot more frequently if she had my approval to 'play'. This aspect naturally appealed to him, and I could see that he was giving the idea even more serious consideration.

    "How often would we be able to play?" Jason asked her.

    My wife pondered for no more than a second. "Each weekend, at least," she replied. She stared towards my hiding place and immediately added: "And maybe more if my little hubby really gets off on it. Would you mind driving over here on weeknights?"

    Jason grinned at her. "Not at all - I'd drive over each night if I could!"

    Angela giggled. "You're too horny for your own good! Well, let's just say that if it makes Michael as hot as I think it will, then you'll probably be seeing me some weeknights, as well!" Angela leaned toward him and playfully added: "So - would you like to have free access to some married pussy, honey?"

    Jason chuckled. "I like access to your pussy, married or not! But it is kinda hot to imagine us doing it, and Michael knowing about it."

    Angela mirrored his grin and rolled right along. "I think so too," she said. "In fact, thinking about you and me screwing as my hubby waits is making me quite frisky."

    Jason laughed. "Is it now? Kinky girl!"

    Angela smiled demurely. "I'm a lot kinkier than you think!"

    They then idly discussed various methods to 'introduce' Jason into the picture. Angela's approach was direct - she suggested that she'd simply inform me that they had met at a local store, and she'd noted that he did landscaping work. She would get him to call around for a 'quote' on a new rockery for the front garden - which Angela and I had previously discussed - and things would go from there.

    In the spare room, I sat bound and naked, and once again admired my wife's deviously lecherous planning. What she was proposing was, of course, a considerable distortion of the truth - but Jason would never know that. All he would know was that Angela's husband had just essentially sanctioned her having a 'bit on the side'.

    In fact, he again told Angela that it would be 'hot' to be able to bed her, knowing that I was fully aware he was doing so. Angela giggled softly, taking a last drag on her cigarette before butting it, and promptly told him that he should really think about bedding her right now.

    He duly obliged her on the bench-press - with enough zest and skill to make my wife climax three times. My cock and balls tingled as Angela's squeals of ecstasy gushed from the speakers. Perhaps to further tease and torment me, my wife loudly told him that she agreed with Mary-Anne - he was the best fuck that she'd ever had, too.

    Jason eventually gave a husky moan of his own, and his large, full balls suddenly hoisted themselves tightly to the base of his shaft, spasming joyfully as his rock-hard cock sank into my wife's cunt to the hilt. Her long, sexy legs convulsed around his clenched buttocks as his cock began pumping his semen into her creamy depths. Angela actually climaxed again as he exploded more than eight inches inside her, underscoring her orgasm with a pleading yell for him to fill her up! Her unbelievably lewd exhortation sent a masochistic ripple dancing through me, and I uttered a choked gasp as a thin stream of his semen oozed from the base of her slit and trickled, with almost sensual slowness, into the crack of her ass.

    A few hours later I was again leaning forward as I sat bound to the chair, licking their combined juices from my wife's sopping cunt. After she had climaxed to the warm, wet rhythm of my tongue, Angela again slowly masturbated my soft cock and teased me about what she and Jason had planned.

    She gave a brief chuckle and her sexy green eyes gazed into mine. "That reminds me - I had better officially ask for your permission to play, I guess!" She uttered her wicked giggle. "Is it okay if I hook up with sexy Jason anytime I want so that he can fuck my brains out, baby?"

    "Yes!" I gasped.

    "And while I was giving Jason my pussy tonight I thought of some naughty changes to the card game, Cuckie," Angel began. "Wanna hear them?" I quickly nodded as her warm, soft fingers rubbed and tickled my glans. My wife grinned up at me and began explaining.

    The changes she suggested were not only major, but also had diabolically lascivious consequences. As the game stood now, I selected one card each time that Angela and I made love in order to trigger her next liaison with Jason - and for me to subsequently spend a week taking the medication that kept me completely flaccid until the pair had intercourse.

    Angela now proposed what amounted to an almost complete inversion of the game. I would start taking the pills that kept me flaccid permanently until I drew a pair - and only then could I stop taking them so that I could harden enough to fuck her. The sting in the tail was that I would only be able to draw a card each time Jason fucked her, instead of me!

    "So my little Cuckie?" Angela drawled. "How would you like that? For you to be kept soft and limp until Jason has fucked me enough times for you to draw a pair of cards, hmm?"

    With Angela gently cupping and stroking my soft but desperate cock, my sexual excitement once again reaching an incandescent level, I openly moaned at her statement.

    "Aww, does the new and improved version of the game excite you, my limp little Cuckie?" Angela teased. "To imagine Jason screwing me seven, eight, nine times or more before you're able to get hard enough to do the same?"

    "YES!" I shrieked

    Angela flashed me an evil grin. "And, of course, if Jason plays ball and takes up your generous offer to let me play, then it'll all be out in the open, won't it? Jason will meet you, and he'll know that he can fuck your wife anytime he likes! In fact, you'd better hope he fucks me plenty - because it's the only way you're gonna get to pick another card!" Angela tilted her head back and giggled.

    "Jesus fuck!" I practically screamed. "DO IT! DO IT!"

    "Okay, my soft-cocked little man!" she replied. "We'll play the new version of the game from now on." Her eyes bored up into mine. "And - just so it's absolutely clear - while your taking those pills and waiting to draw a pair of cards, I won't touch your limp little pecker, or stroke it, or suck it, and you definitely won't fuck me with it! While we play this game, you won't cum at all - you'll be completely cut off! Understood? The best you can hope for is that I'll let you lick my hot, steamy cunt every so often - probably after Jason's just creamed it!"

    "OH MY GOD - YES!" I wailed. Her dancing, stroking fingers found that perfect spot under my glans. I arched my back as orgasm beckoned to me!

    "But of course I'll suck and fuck Jason while you wait, honey!" my wife added almost merrily. "You wont have to worry about me going without - my young lover will pop over every weekend or so to make sure that my pussy gets a good, hard serve of decent cock!" She smiled sweetly, uttered her sexy, teasing giggle again. "And I'll give him plenty of THIS, too..." She leaned down and took my soft, twitching cock into her hot, wet mouth.

    I came almost immediately.


    An hour or so later we were lying in bed, having our usual gentle chat about the evening's sizzling events. Angela once more asked me if I was sure that I would be okay with both the new version of the carnal game, and also about her openly hooking up with Jason.

    I briefly wondered just how it would feel to sit in the same room with my wife's young lover - and to know that he was fully aware I had given Angela total permission to spread her long legs for him whenever she felt inclined. Another poignant ripple of almost masochistic waves ebbed through me as I imagined the pair drifting into the bedroom, and hearing my wife's ardent gasps and squeals trickle from within. Even more titillating was the prospect of waiting until Jason had fucked Angela enough times for me to draw a pair of cards.

    "And I'd draw a card each time you and Jason fucked?" I shakily asked her.

    My wife nodded. "Yes - each time. Tonight, for example, you would have been able to pick two cards because we screwed twice."

    I suddenly realised that even if the pair hooked up once a week and had intercourse twice each time, the odds were that it could take several weeks for Angela's lascivious game to run its course and for me to cease taking the wicked medication.

    I quietly mentioned this to Angela.

    A slight grin floated across her face. "Uh-huh," she nodded. "It could take a few weeks - but that's part of the tease, don't you think, honey?" She propped herself up on her elbow beside me and stared into my eyes. "I kinda worked out the game so that the more often Jason gets to have me, the faster you'll get your reward, my sexy little lover! So - the more he gets my pussy, the sooner you'll get it! Am I evil, or what?" She finished with a cheeky giggle.

    "You're evil, alright," I softly replied.

    "But you love it, don't you, my little Cuckie?"

    I gulped. "Yeah," I told her softly. "I do love it."

    Angela chuckled. "So do you want me to get Jason to come over and give us a 'quote' for a new rockery this week?"

    I slowly nodded, the impious little buzz screaming into life.

    "Okay, honey," Angela said. "I'll ring him tomorrow and see if he can make it over on Tuesday then. I've got the day off work on Tuesday, so I can be here and tell him what I want him to do - in the garden, and elsewhere." She flashed a suggestive smile at me.

    We both fell asleep, spent and exhausted, soon after


    I didn't get to talk to Angela much early Monday evening; she had to grab a bite of dinner, and then drive to her sister's house for a Tupperware party, or something similar. She did say before she left that she had called Jason, but that she would fill me in on the details when she got home later that evening.

    As I sat waiting for Angela to get back, the evil little buzz had a grand old time teasing and tormenting me. The medication was wearing off, because my cock started to harden on several occasions.

    Angela duly arrived home at about 10:30pm. We were in bed thirty minutes later, and Angela softly informed me that in their phone call that morning, she had announced to Jason that she had spoken to me again about getting my 'permission' for her to engage in sex outside of our marriage. She told Jason that I had eagerly encouraged her to do so, and that I was highly excited at the notion of her discreetly taking a lover. In reply, Jason had confirmed that as long as I was agreeable, he would love to broaden and expand their sexual relationship, adding that it would even be a lot of 'fun' to hook up so blatantly. Angela had concurred, impishly telling him 'the more blatant, the better'. Angela also told me that he would be arriving to do the 'quote' tomorrow at around 11:00am.

    I glanced at her; as she had told me, she wasn't working tomorrow, and another masochistic pang slithered through me as a lewd thought popped into my mind. "Are you going to go to bed with him while I'm at work?" I asked shakily.

    Angela turned her head towards me. "Would it be okay if I did?" she asked with a slight, almost knowing smile.

    "Yes," I found myself answering breathlessly.

    Angela smiled. "Then after he takes a look at the garden bed, I'll show him another sort of bed - and I'm sure he'll enjoy that a lot more than writing out the quote." Angela's eyes crinkled, and another soft giggle escaped her lips.

    As our conversation progressed, my cock had naturally begun to harden, Angela felt it pressing against her soft belly, and she reached down and started stroking me.

    "Is it making you hot to think of Jason fucking me while you're working, my Cuckie?" she asked gently.

    "Uh-huh!" I panted.

    "And if he takes me to bed tomorrow," my wife continued. "I think we should start the new game right away - don't you?"

    "Oh my God - YES!" I croaked. My underworked cock grew rapidly at both her soft ministrations and her lascivious suggestion.

    My wife smiled softly "Good," she breathed. "C'mon, baby - let's get that little pecker of yours a bit harder for me..."

    I gasped and shakily slid my fingers down to her pussy; to my surprise, she was already soaking wet. Angela continued stroking my cock; it grew to just over three-quarters erect, and Angela decided that it was firm enough to enter her. She rolled over onto her back and spread her long legs, pulling me up on top of her.

    Angela maneuvered the head of my stiff but slightly pliant cock between her labia, and I gasped as I shakily thrust forward. As my cock slowly inched inside her, Angela uttered a soft moan, and her legs curled around my hips.

    "Fuck me, lover," she drawled, her sea-green eyes staring into mine. Her breasts pressed into my chest as I began shakily thrusting. I uttered a long groan of sheer ecstasy as the heat of her cunt enveloped me.

    "Fuck me," she repeated. "Give it to me with your rubbery little pecker! And as you do, just think: this will probably be the last time for weeks that your tiny lil cock will be inside me. After you cum tonight, you're going to have to wait until you get another pair of cards, my poor little cuckold - and that's only going to happen after Jason has fucked me - over and over and OVER!" She giggled.

    I gave a thin wail as I climaxed about five seconds later.

    As I lay panting on my wicked wife, my deflating cock gave a poignant twinge, as if it knew that this was the last time it would explore the warm, moist confines of my wife's pussy for many weeks.

    I knew it too - and I couldn't wait for it to start...

    *Chapter 12*

    As you may perhaps understand, my mind was not entirely on my work on Tuesday. I was stuck in the office today, and I frequently glanced at the clock as it made its sluggish journey towards 11:00am. I toyed with the idea of calling Angela at home, but I knew that she would be unable to resist playfully teasing me about Jason's impending visit, and I was frisky enough as it was: the way I felt, even the crack of dawn wouldn't be safe. As the eleven o'clock news warbled by on the radio, my imagination gave itself unlimited reign. In my mind's eye, I pictured my sexy wife answering Jason's knock at the front door - and giggling her soft, sexy giggle as she led her young lover into our house, and then into our bedroom, and finally into the yawning gap between her parted, hungry thighs.

    The day trickled by, and my feverish imagination regularly drifted homeward, conjuring up a bevy of lascivious possibilities. My cock became a frequent distraction as it alternatively rose and fell like some frisky oil pump in the Texas countryside. I was still unable to achieve a totally hard and full erection - but this simply played into my wife's lecherous hands. After our brief coupling last night, Angela had made several offhand comments about how bendable and squashy my shaft had felt inside her, knowing that her remarks would simply arouse me even further. She had even coined a new tongue-in-cheek name for it - Three-four - meaning that I could only reach three-quarter hardness. To hear her playfully deride my penis in such a way simply added to the kinky eroticism of what we were doing.

    At just before 5:00pm, I eagerly climbed into the car and headed home.

    Angela greeted me with a warm, passionate kiss when I arrived. We made small talk for a minute or two as she stirred bubbling pots on the stove, wisps of steam arising from them as though they were witch's cauldrons. I subconsciously checked to see that she wasn't preparing tacos.

    This evening she was dressed in a white tee shirt, which was tucked into a faded denim skirt. I noted that her legs were freshly shaven, and my gaze flickered over them for a few seconds. Angela caught my stare, and I'm sure she could sense my fluttering arousal. She grinned softly and retrieved a slip of paper from on top of the fridge. She silently handed it to me: the quote from Jason for the new rockery.

    "So Jason made it here today, then?" I inquired lightly, absentmindedly glancing at the scrawled quote. My brow abruptly furrowed when I saw the estimated cost for the new rockery at the base of the page. I focused my gaze to make sure my eyes were reading the number of zeros correctly. I was. No wonder landscape gardeners all drove fucking Beemers or Mercs! Maybe I should change professions. I wryly remarked to Angela that her fuck-buddy was apparently not satisfied with screwing my wife - he was attempting to do the same to my goddamned wallet.

    Angela tilted her face skyward and brayed with laughter, and she embraced me. "Now, that's funny!" she chuckled. "No wonder I love you so much!"

    I sent her a grin, and uttered a mock gasp of pain - "Eeeeh!" - and flung the quote down as if it burnt my fingers, and my wife guffawed again. I looked at her, and I was suddenly realised just what a beautiful and sexy lady she was. She peered into a saucepan as though unsure what lurked within, and - apparently satisfied - she clamped a lid on its seething contents and then ushered me to the lounge room. We seated ourselves on the couch, and all humorous thoughts dissipated from me as I contemplated her gorgeous legs; I fleetingly wondered if they'd been spread to more than a ninety-degree angle today. My lewd thoughts were rudely interrupted - on the stovetop behind us, I could have sworn a pot farted. I suddenly wondered what the hell was for dinner.

    "So - did Jason stay long today?" I asked in what I thought was smooth nonchalance, stoically ignoring the flatulent saucepan.

    My wife tossed her long blonde tresses to one side and cut me off at the knees. "Are you asking if he took me to bed, lover?"

    I swallowed and deflated. "I guess I am."

    Before she even replied, the appearance of a sultry smile on her face told me everything. "Yes, honey - he did," she softly replied. "I hope that's okay with you?"

    I took a long, shaking breath. "Yeah - you know it's okay," I replied in a tight voice. My heart raced, and I could feel my cock stirring in my trousers, like a puppy ready for a frolicsome game.

    My wife tilted her head sideways and gazed at me. "Does that make you hot, honey?" she asked, a playful tone coloring her voice. "To know that I was letting him have me while you were at work?"

    "Uh-huh!" I confirmed almost enthusiastically. The wicked little buzz screeched into life as my cock began to gleefully harden - or harden three-fourths, as Angela might have said. "How many times?"

    Angela's smile broadened. "Just once, honey," she said, and then added: "But it kinda lasted a while..."

    I swallowed and took the bait. "How long?"

    "Ummm - almost an hour or so," Angela confirmed. Her eyes glittered. "That's okay, isn't it, baby?"

    "Jesus Christ, yes!" I muttered excitedly. A tinge of exquisite humiliation fluttered through me as the disparity between Jason's ardent stamina and my own recent feeble efforts in the sack struck me like a blow. I could barely last a minute, whilst Angela's virile lover could go nearly a whole hour!

    "Jason was a bit frisky when he arrived, honey," my wife continued. "So we were kinda naughty - we went to bed before he'd even looked at the garden." Her eyes darted to my face and she uttered a brief giggle. "But later on he had a look in the garden and we talked about getting the rockery done."

    "Did you talk about anything else?" I prompted. My stomach fluttered in anticipation.

    Angela sent me a shrewd look, instantly comprehending the thrust of my question. "Do you mean did we talk about him and I openly hooking up?" Angela knowingly inquired.

    I nodded. The pot burped petulantly behind us, as though it was pissed at us for ignoring it. I made a mental note to check Angela's cookbook.

    My wife smiled softly. "As a matter of fact, we did, lover. I asked him if he wanted to take me out to dinner this coming Friday, and then maybe go see a movie or something." Angela's eyes flickered to my face. "He said that he'd love to - so he's going to come here Friday evening to pick me up. Is that okay too, baby?"

    "Jesus - yes!" I replied huskily. I could feel my cock pressing pliantly against the front of my trousers.

    Angela studied my face for a few seconds, and her own expression then took on a salacious lilt. "So - here is the situation: As far as Jason is concerned, he thinks that you've just agreed to let me discreetly 'play' - and, of course, he's totally unaware that you already know about him coming over when you were 'interstate'. He's kinda nervous about meeting you, so we'll just take things slowly until he gets accustomed to the idea. When he comes here to pick me up, just act like everything's cool, okay? He won't be here long anyway, and I'm sure that you'll know what to do."

    I simply nodded. For a moment the surreal nature of our conversation washed over me as I realised my quick nod had just cleared the path for Angela to begin openly cuckolding me. I momentarily felt like pinching myself; just a few hours previously, my wife had slept with her lover - in our marital bed - and now here I was giving her the all-clear to not only continue with her dalliances, but giving them my tacit endorsement. I briefly wondered about the term being a slave to one's passions. It struck me that I was certainly becoming a slave to mine - and relishing every second of it.

    Angela candidly pondered me for a few moments. "So, honey - I guess we've started our new game, hmm?"

    "I guess so," I answered softly. The buzz seemed to give a wild screech of victory. My stomach fluttered again, and my cock joined in - giving several impatient throbs.

    "I think the new game will be a lot of fun, lover," Angela playfully intoned. Her gaze swept over me once more, and her eyes crinkled mischievously when she noted the slight tent in my trousers. "Ahh! I see Three-four is up! Getting a bit frisky, my little Cuckie?"

    "Christ, yes!" I panted, her use of my new nickname just adding to my excitement.

    My wife crossed her sexy legs on the couch beside me; her denim skirt rode up an inch or two, and my gaze was virtually pulled downwards as her soft inner thigh came into view. My wife smiled. "Just think how hot you'll be Friday night when I'm out with Jason, honey - waiting for me to get home..."

    I reached down and placed my hand on her warm thigh and began sliding it up under her skirt. Angela instantly seized my wrist and hoisted my probing fingers off her smooth, soft leg.

    "Ut-ahh!" she playfully admonished, shaking her head. "You're forgetting that the game has started, lover - and you know the new rules: None for you!"

    I uttered a frustrated groan. Angela glanced down at the swelling in my trousers and a fleeting grin passed over her face. The pot on the stove behind us had passed through its flatulent stage - it was instead now whistling in agony like a boiling lobster. I glanced uncertainly at Angela.

    "That reminds me," she began, ignoring both my bewildered stare and the painful whistle emanating from the tortured contents of the saucepan. "Seeing how I was such a naughty girl with Jason today, you had better go and get the cards so you can pick one, lover," Her smile almost became a leer. "And get one of your pills, too - if we're playing the game, we'd better do it by the rules, hmm?"

    I swallowed. I realised that once I started taking the medication I would again be rendered completely impotent and unable to climax, except with Angela's help - which would not be forthcoming this time. That deliciously submissive wave danced through me again. I looked at her and asked: "Are you going to let me cum before the pills kick in?"

    "Nope," my wife replied at once. "I'm certainly not. You wanna play the game? Then like I just said - we play it by the rules - and last night was your final chance until we finish the game, my lil lover!" Angela's tilted her head. "Now go and get the cards and your little pill. It's time to take your medicine, honey!"

    I gulped again, and arose on weak legs to do as she asked. My pliant erection had reluctantly started to deflate, but it remained semi-hard, like an enthusiastic but sidelined team member who was keen to leap into the contest should the summons arrive. I returned with the pack of cards and one of the pills. In the meantime Angela had retrieved a glass of water from the kitchen, and she watched with a half smile as I placed the pill on my tongue and swallowed it with a mouthful of water. The pot plaintively fluted behind me, as though in reproachful disapproval.

    Angela then shuffled the cards and held them out to me. I picked the Queen of Hearts. It would later go into my bedside drawer - the first of what would more than likely be at least half a dozen more. My cock twitched again when I thought of how I would earn those cards - one at a time, sitting impotently by as another man's cock regularly explored and enjoyed the warm, clinging confines of my wife's pussy.

    My lewd thoughts were distracted yet again as the pot suddenly uttered a vibrant, gurgling moan - like a death rattle. "Jesus fuck," I finally grunted to Angela. "What the hell's in that fucking pot?"

    "Huh?" My wife looked askance at me. "Oh! Something new I'm trying." I peered uncertainly out into the kitchen, half expecting to see the contents of the pot attempting to flee. I shrugged.

    Angela shortly served dinner. As we ate I asked her if she'd made any mention of the kinky game that we were playing to Jason.

    My wife shook her head. "Absolutely not - that's our little secret, lover. Jason has no need to know about that, or about anything else we've done, for that matter. All he knows is that you've decided to let me 'play' a little - and for now that's perfectly adequate."

    After we'd washed and dried the dishes, we returned to the lounge room and sank onto the couch. We listened to the rain tinkling on the roof, and Angela promptly served me an added treat - one that required her to firstly remove her panties, rapidly followed by me sinking to my knees in front of her and pressing my face firmly to the apex of her naked thighs. It was a dessert I'd always relished - now more so than ever.

    By the next morning, my cock was again unresponsive and limp.

    The pills had kicked in, and the new game had begun in earnest.


    Friday evening duly arrived. In preparation for her dinner date with Jason, Angela had showered early and blow-dried her blonde tresses into soft undulating waves. It was now the middle of winter, and despite the cool weather my wife dressed in a shortish skirt under which she wore black stockings and suspenders. I suspected that she wore the sizzling hosiery just as much to tease me as she did to please and impress Jason. Three-inch heels accentuated her shapely legs. I glanced appreciatively at her as we sat down in the lounge room to await her lover's arrival

    As we waited, apprehension began wafting through me. Angela sensed my unease, and did her best to reassure me by keeping the chatter going.

    At just before 6:30pm we heard the soft purr of a car engine pull into the driveway. Angela rose and peeked out the front window.

    "Jason's here," she said over her shoulder. She turned to face me. "Just play it cool, okay baby?"

    I shakily nodded. Heavy footfalls clunked up the front steps, followed by a tremulous knock at the door.

    Angela strode over and opened the door. Jason's tall outline filled the doorframe.

    "Hi!" Angela greeted him in a smooth voice.

    "Hi Angela," Jason replied.

    "Come in for a minute," my wife said, ushering him inside. I shakily rose to my feet. My mouth felt dry.

    Angela did the introductions, and I finally shook the hand of the man who had been banging my hot, sexy wife for the last four months or so. He seemed to be just as apprehensive as I was, and I wondered if his stomach was fluttering as hard as mine.

    Angela kept the conversation flowing, and we chatted for a few minutes about the quote for the new rockery before my wife ostentatiously glanced at her wristwatch.

    "We'd better head off," she told Jason. He seemed relieved as my wife plucked her handbag from the coffee table. She then stepped towards me and gave me a peck on the cheek.

    "I'll see you when I get home, sweetie." she told me. My heart gave another hard thump.

    Jason again extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Michael."

    I shook his hand once more and mumbled: "Good to meet you too, Jason."

    Without further ado my wife ushered her young lover to the front door. It was now raining lightly, and Angela turned to me one final time and sent me a sexy smile and winked before she pulled the door closed behind them, chirping a final "Bye!" to me. I heard them laughing about the rain as they made their way down to his car.

    My pulse was still racing as the full impact of what was occurring washed over me like a heady, lascivious comber. I let out a heavy breath, expelling some of the tension inside me as Jason's car reversed down the driveway and drove off.

    I settled down - as best I could - to await the return of my wife.


    I heard the rumbling purr of Jason's car as it pulled into the driveway at just before midnight. A few minutes passed before I realised that my wife and her lover were not stirring from Jason's parked car. My stomach fluttered again as I wondered what they were doing. The minutes drifted past.

    It was nearly half an hour before I heard the bark of Jason's car as it started, followed a few moments later by the click-click-click of my wife's high-heels coming up the front steps. She opened the front door and strode inside.

    "Hiya, honey," she purred.

    "Hi," I replied tightly. My wife approached and softly embraced me, and we kissed deeply. Her soft, warm perfume wafted over me, and I realised I was trembling like a leaf in her arms.

    "Are you okay, baby?" she inquired when she broke our kiss.

    "Yeah," I panted. The lecherous buzz inside me was practically bouncing, and I found that I was glancing at her face - trying to discern if her lipstick was smudged, or if her long blonde tresses were hanging askew. To my excited eyes, I thought to detect both, and her face seemed to have a healthy flush to it. I cleared my throat. "I wasn't sure if you and Jason were coming inside..."

    Angela smiled softly. "Not this time, lover."

    I swallowed heavily, a curious wave of half relief and half disappointment pouring through me. "I guess it's a bit too soon..." I mumbled.

    My wife tilted her head. She was still embracing me, and I could feel the heat of her body as it pressed against me. "Well - a bit too soon for him to come inside and sit with you watching us, anyway." She paused for a few seconds, and then released me from her embrace. "You'd better go and get the cards from my dresser, baby."

    I gaped at her. "You want me to pick a card?"

    My wife slowly nodded. This naturally could mean only one thing - but I had to ask.

    "He fucked you tonight?" I inquired in what was almost shock. My stomach did flip-flops whilst my flaccid dick conversely tingled in delighted glee.

    "Uh-huh," Angela smoothly replied. "Just now - out in his car." She sent her sexy green gaze crashing into mine. "I'm guessing you heard us pull into the driveway, and you probably wondered why we were out there so long - well, now you know." Her tone became playful. "It's been a long time since I've had to screw in the front seat of a car."

    I felt the room tilt slightly. As I'd been waiting pensively in the house, my wife had been steaming up the windows of Jason's car! I mentally pictured Angela laying back on the cramped front seat, maneuvering her long, nylon-clad legs towards the car's roof as Jason mounted her, his thick, hard cock slithering into her receptive slit. I stifled a low moan.

    My wife glanced at me, her face now lit by her soft and sultry grin. "So go and get the cards - my little Cuckie." She stressed the last syllable - Cuck-ieeeee.

    I hastily did as she asked, my pulse rocketing and my legs trembling. When I returned to the lounge room, Angela was sat on the couch with her stockinged legs crossed; I could just make out the lower sections of her stocking tops. She held out her hand for the cards and silently shuffled them. I drew the Three of Clubs.

    "Aww," my wife playfully intoned. "No pair for you yet, honey."

    I dazedly slid the Three of Clubs into my pocket, and stood looking down at her as she placed the deck of cards on the coffee table. She then leaned back and contemplated me with a knowing smile.

    "Has it made you hot to know that he's just fucked me in his car, lover?"

    "Yes!" I squeaked.

    Without another word she raised her hips and tugged the hem of her black skirt up her legs; the ebony tops of her stockings came fully into view, framed by the black suspender belt. The contrast between the dark hosiery and her creamy skin was startling, and also incredibly erotic. She pulled her skirt up even further until it was a sagging ring around her hips. She settled back onto the couch and slowly parted her thighs, and I saw right away that she was sans panties. Mesmerized, I gazed down to her crotch. Her neatly trimmed pussy came into view - and I could see that her labia were puffy and slightly swollen.

    My wife gazed up at me. "Like what you see, lover?"

    I simply nodded. The buzz seemed to tickle the root of my flaccid cock, and I felt my balls shifting in my scrotum.

    "Kneel down," Angela told me. I did so, not taking my eyes from her sex. I could now also see how moist she was.

    My wife now stared down into my face. Her eyelids were lowered, and her pupils were dilated - Bedroom Eyes. "I told you that you'd just get to lick my pussy after Jason had creamed it," she whispered huskily. "Well, here's your chance. I'm not gonna ask you to lick me. The choice will be totally yours. My hot, wet, creamy pussy is right in front of you, Cuckie - if you wanna eat me, then eat me!" She teasingly lifted her hips slightly, and her damp cunt tilted invitingly upwards, causing her labia to slide unctuously together. Her clitoris peeped out of its sheath as if it sensed the closeness of my tongue.

    Angela hooked her hands under her knees and gently pulled her thighs open even wider. Her dewy outer labia parted, making a soft, wet smack!, and her inner lips winked at me, moist and slippery.

    "You want it, baby?" my wife teased. "Then take it. Don't you wanna taste me? C'mon, Cuckie - my pussy's so wet and creamy for you!"

    I immediately lowered my face between her nylon-clad thighs and hungrily slid my tongue into her syrupy slit.

    I spent over half an hour on my knees - licking and worshipping my wife's freshly fucked cunt as her soft exhortations and satisfied groans echoed through the lounge room.


    Events sometimes take on a momentum of their own, and Angela's newly open relationship with her young lover was just such an event. I began keeping a dairy of what subsequently occurred; I found this to be not only cathartic, but it was also incredibly arousing to read back. In order to condense the increasingly lascivious occurrences that followed, I will simply chronicle excerpts from what I came to call my 'Depraved Diary' - beginning with Angela's next 'open' meeting with her young lover up until the present. To possibly protect the kinky, I had abbreviated the names Angela and Jason to 'A' and 'J' respectively. Many cuckolds will perhaps find it interesting reading:


    Monday July 4th: 'A' went out with 'J' again last night - this time to catch a live show in town. They arrived home at about eleven o'clock, and 'J' accompanied 'A' inside the house this time. The three of us sat and chatted for thirty minutes or so. Atmosphere was tense, but better than initial meeting with 'J'. He seems to be quite a nice guy, and the tension gradually eased, helped by 'A's' bubbly chatter.

    When 'J' went to use the bathroom, 'A' quietly suggested that I go to bed.

    When 'J' returned, I did as she asked, saying that I was tired and that I was gonna hit the hay. My heart pounded as I lay in bed, listening intently. Fifteen minutes or so later I could just make out 'A' moaning softly! What was 'J' doing to her???

    A few moments later it became obvious what 'J' was doing to her - the couch began creaking, and I actually heard 'A' moan: "Fuck me!"

    I find it difficult to describe what hearing them fucking did to me!!! All I can say is hearing 'A' getting fucked in the lounge was so FUCKING HOT!!!

    I tried to wank, but my cock stayed soft - damn those fucking pills!

    I licked 'A's' cunt for ages when she came to bed after 'J' had left. She was so wet and creamy - I made her cum twice as she teased me about 'J' enjoying her pussy before I'd licked it!!! Jesus, she drives me insane!!!

    I picked another card - got the Jack of Diamonds. No pair yet! 'A' told me she's meeting 'J' again next Friday. She also told me that 'J' was very excited by the new situation, and that he was very glad he decided to accept 'A's' offer to start openly seeing her.


    Saturday July 9th: Third meeting of 'A' and 'J' last night. They went out for dinner, but came back very early - about 9:00pm. 'A' had arrived home with a hired DVD, and she turned off the lights and the three of us sat watching the movie - me in the armchair and 'A' on 'J' on the couch.

    I tried to concentrate on the movie, but I frequently stole looks at 'A' and 'J'. Maybe because the lounge was lit only by the TV, 'J' seemed a lot more relaxed, and even slid his arm around 'A', who reciprocated. Even seeing them do this made my balls ACHE!

    I again went to bed after the movie finished, prompted by 'A's' subtle gesture. Ten minutes later the urgent sounds of 'A' and 'J' fucking out in the lounge again drifted through the walls. I listened intently to 'A's' moans and squeals of pleasure. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! - lying in bed and hearing them fuck with my cock soft and me NOT able to cum is like a delicious torture!!! But I am getting so much enjoyment from it!!! What is this DOING TO ME???

    'A' came to see me as soon as 'J' left. She asked me to come out into the lounge and pick a card. I picked one and got the Seven of Clubs.

    'A' became very wicked - teasing me plenty about her pussy being freely available for 'J's' big, hard cock, but off limits to mine. Not off limits to my lips and tongue, though! She sat on the barstools in the kitchen and told me to lick her 'well-used pussy' and ass from behind - taunting me again about my 'soft, limp, tiny little cock!' Christ, it's SO hot when she teases me like that!!!

    'A' also told me 'J' had asked if I had heard them fucking last Monday night. 'A' told him that I did, and that it turned me on. 'J' replied that knowing I was able to hear him screwing her was 'wicked', and that he'd make sure that I had 'a lot more to listen to' from now on. For some reason, haring this just added even more to the utter kinkiness of what we were doing - to know 'J' was not only aware that I could hear him fucking my wife, but that he was planning to make their couplings even more audible!!!!


    Sunday July 10th: I told 'A' this morning that I had meeting with tax accountant next Wednesday night (13th), at seven p.m.. 'A' asked how long I'd be in meeting - I told her a couple of hours or so with travel time. 'A' later called 'J' and asked if he could visit Weds. night whilst I was gone. He told her he would.

    Getting VERY hot thinking about what 'A' and 'J' will be get up to while I'm at meeting!!!


    Thursday July 14th: 'J' came over again last night as planned. I went to the meeting with my accountant before 'J' arrived - and couldn't stop thinking about what 'A' and 'J' were doing while I was gone! I returned home to find 'A' dressed in just her black kimono as she sat beside 'J' - it was obvious she was naked underneath.

    When 'J' left at about ten p.m., he and 'A' kissed for a few seconds in front doorway - the first time I saw them actually kiss! I felt my balls tighten as I watched my wife openly kissing her lover!!! I swear I almost shot my fucking LOAD!!!

    'A' later told me 'J' had arrived five minutes after I'd left, and within another five minutes 'A' had turned off the lights and they'd both stripped naked. They'd fucked twice - once on the couch, and later in the master bedroom.

    I picked two cards, and got Four of Clubs and King of Spades. 'A' let me lick her creamy cunt until she climaxed.


    Monday July 18th: It's now been three weeks to the day since I last had sex with 'A'. Pills keeping me soft as ever - and as promised 'A' hasn't wanked me. I'm so incredibly horny!!!

    'J' spent another evening here last night (Sunday). He seems to be completely sure about status now - especially after last Weds. night when he openly kissed 'A' in front of me in the front doorway before he left. The three of us chatted for an hour around the kitchen table. The situation between the three of us wasn't mentioned at all - but we were all conspicuously aware that 'J' had become 'A's' primary sexual partner. The pair left to browse the video shop for another movie, arriving home forty-five minutes later.

    'A' turned off the lounge room lights again before starting the DVD. I again sat in an armchair as 'A' and 'J' sat close on the couch. We watched the film, and of course I subtly watched THEM. Halfway through the film 'A' and 'J' began kissing - right in front of me! I nearly creamed my jeans as I sat there!!!

    The kissing didn't stop, and in darkness I saw 'J' sliding his hand under 'A's' blouse. I knew 'A' wasn't wearing a bra, and my legs went weak as I watched him fondle 'A's' tits! - just like I had imagined!!!

    I felt my balls start aching deliciously. 'A' looked over 'J's' shoulder and used her hand to motion me to go to bed before she resumed kissing him. I silently rose, and the last thing I saw before leaving the lounge was 'J's' hand sliding up 'A's' skirt!!!

    I shakily went to bed and soon heard them fucking again! Again tried wanking, but couldn't cum. Heard 'A' shout out in the lounge room how "big and hard' his cock was!!! I LOVED HEARING MY WIFE SAY THIS!!!

    'A' came to bed after 'J' left about an hour later and asked if seeing her kiss 'J' made me hot. I told her it did, and told her it made my balls ache. 'A' giggled, and told me to 'lick her juicy cunt clean'. I eagerly did so.

    Drew another card - got Ace of Clubs! STILL NO FUCKING PAIR!!! I have seven fucking cards - Queen, Three, Jack, Seven, Four, King and now an ACE - and no fucking, FUCKING PAIR!!! I am going literally fucking INSANE!!!

    After I'd picked a card, 'A' added that 'J' was REALLY getting off on the situation now. He told 'A' that kissing and fondling her so openly in front of me made him 'so fucking horny'. He had even suggested to 'A' how 'kinky and hot' it would be if she blatantly fellated him in front of me, too!

    'A' told me that she would think about it!!! OH - MY - GOD!!!!!


    Saturday July 23rd: Nearly a month since I've cum! I have SEVEN cards for the seven times that 'J' has fucked 'A' since we started the game. I found I am going into kind of "sub-space" now watching 'A' and 'J'. Very powerful feeling!

    'J' came over last night and picked 'A' up. They went out to catch another live show. 'A' was dressed in a hot white mini-skirt and thin black singlet-thing that needed no bra underneath!

    They got back at about eleven-thirty p.m., and I saw that she had another hired DVD tucked under her arm. 'A' asked me to again shut off the lounge room lights, and we again sat in the dark watching another movie - me in the armchair whilst 'A' and 'J' curled up together as usual on the couch. Almost right away they started kissing deeply. Several minutes passed, and sure enough I saw 'J' slide his hand under her top and start fondling her bare tits under the thin material.

    I sat SHAKING as I watched!!!

    They kissed and petted for maybe fifteen minutes before 'A' whispered in 'J's' ear, and they rose from couch, 'A' leading 'J' by the hand into our bedroom - they didn't even look at me as they walked past me in dark room.

    A few minutes later heard 'A' start to moan, and heard our bed creaking!!!

    It sounds crazy, but I loved the feeling of helplessness and humiliation as I listened to 'J' fucking 'A' in OUR bedroom!!! Wanted to lick her delicious WET cunt SO BADLY right then!!!

    The pair came back out into lounge after about an hour and a half, just as the movie was finishing, and sat back down on the couch as if nothing had happened! 'A' asked me what the movie was like, adding after a sexy giggle that she and 'J' had been 'kinda busy' elsewhere. 'J' greeted her comment with a half-apologetic and half-smug smile, but made no comment of his own. It as becoming very apparent that he had settled comfortably into his role as 'A's' paramour.

    'A' brazenly kissed him goodbye in the front doorway again for nearly five minutes this time before he departed. 'A' giggled and whispered in his ear. 'J' turned to me, still embracing 'A' and said: "Thanks for letting me enjoy your wife's pussy."

    For some insane reason I am still unable to fathom, his casual yet blatant remark nearly made me cream my fucking jeans!!!

    I shakily replied that he was VERY welcome, and blurted that it sounded like he did it extremely well. 'A' giggled again, and said: "He sure DOES!"

    With a wave 'J' departed.

    'A' got deck of cards out and I picked one - got a SEVEN! A PAIR!!! 'A' smiled and said that as soon as medication wears off I can TAKE HER!

    I was so fucking hot that I BEGGED 'A' to let me lick her cunt!!! 'A' teased me, but finally allowed me to do so ONLY if I made sure to 'lick her creamy pussy clean' again!

    I took my last pill yesterday morning, so they should start wearing off on Sunday - I HOPE! I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT!!!


    I was indeed Sunday evening before the effects of the medication eased. In the meantime, Angela had called Jason on Saturday morning to let him know that she would have 'guests' for a few days - making his visits awkward - and that she'd call him later in the week after they'd 'buggered off'. I couldn't help guffawing at her somewhat colorful expression.

    I spent the remainder of the weekend in a kind of groggy sexual anticipation, the events of the last month playing through my mind like potent erotic video. I often found myself daydreaming about watching Angela exchanging hot, deep kisses with her lover, or seeing Jason brazenly fondling my wife's tits, or listening to them as they fucked in the master bedroom.

    Angela sensed my pent-up arousal, and on Saturday evening she tried a novel way to increase it even further - she got me to sit beside her as she browsed the Internet and visited web sites featuring a cuckold theme. She was delighted when a link on a page discussing the symbolism of ankle bracelets led her to an online store offering kinky jewelry. She then browsed the ankle bracelet section and she promptly bought three of them - one of which had a silver emblem proclaiming HOT WIFE! in chunky little letters. She smilingly suggested that it would be an exquisite twist if I paid for them using my credit card - which I duly did.

    Sunday drifted sluggishly by. When we went to bed on Sunday night, Angela reached down and wrapped her soft, warm fingers around me. I uttered a low, grateful moan as I felt my cock slowly swelling as she stroked me to gradual firmness.

    I shook so badly as I attempted to guide my pliant cock into Angela that she had to reach down and steer my glans between her labia. I gently eased my semi-hard cock inside her, and I almost screamed as the smooth, velvety heat of her creamy cunt slowly enveloped me.

    My wife looked up at me and licked her pouty lips. "Mmmm, my poor little Cuckie!" she said in that smooth voice of hers. "A whole month without any nookie, hmm? You've been such a good boy, waiting as Jason's been taking your share of my sweet, hot, juicy pussy! C'mon, baby! Fuck me! Fill me up with all the cream that's been making your poor swollen balls ache! Let it out, lover! FUCK ME!"

    It took no more than fifteen seconds for me to cum. In fact, even before my orgasm actually started, I could feel thin trickles of pre-cum and semen sliding unctuously down my urethra and emptying into the humid depths of my wife's molten pussy. The sensation pushed me past the brink, and I arched my back and literally screamed as climax - sweet, heady climax! - sizzled through me like an electric current! Angela's smooth legs wrapped around my hips, locking me into her moist pussy, and the waves of ecstasy pulsing through me were almost painful. I moaned her name over and over and over...


    Over the next four days I made love to Angela eleven times. She was delighted at my horniness, and she quipped that if this was how I reacted to going a whole month without sex, then maybe we should try going even longer. I knew she was only kidding, but the remark served to intensify another lascivious thought that I'd been having - as you will soon see.

    As one would expect, the now-open relationship that Angela had with her young lover dominated a lot of our conversation. In our numerous dreamy post-coital talks, we candidly discussed the events of the past month or so.

    For my part, I told my wife that sitting there as she openly kissed and petted her lover was sizzling enough, but to subsequently hear her moaning as they fucked was the most erotic, carnal and mind-blowing experience of my entire life - especially when he took her in our marital bed! My wife eagerly probed the freshly exposed depths of my sexual psyche, and I was perhaps a little freer with information than I should have been - but she opened me up like an oyster ready to be devoured. I shamelessly poured forth all of my latest lascivious thoughts and fantasies. My wife listened intently, occasionally prompting me for clarification of a certain idea.

    For example, she had noted that when Jason had tacitly thanked me for letting him 'enjoy' her pussy last Friday, his remark had clearly aroused me. Angela had then gently explored the reasons why I had been so visibly excited by hearing Jason's frank statement, admitting that she had indeed urged him to do so.

    I tried my best to explain that hearing Jason openly verifying my own acquiescence and acceptance of him bedding my wife was what affected me so intensely. In essence, hearing him specifically and candidly state that he had been enjoying my wife's intimate charms simply drove the truth home - I'm fucking your wife! - with my explicit complaisance and even approval. For me, it was a wild mixture of envy, humiliation, lust, jealousy, and the pure intoxicating rush of very intense sexual tease.

    Angela nodded. She was well aware that I would never fall into the 'wimp husband' category, and she summed it up perfectly: "You get off on Jason letting you know that he can and has been taking my pussy."

    She then asked me how I would feel if Jason openly acknowledged that he knew the situation was arousing me, and how I'd react if he became even more daring and brazen - like him offhandedly mentioning to me how much my wife liked being taken from behind, or how she loved giving head. I pondered this for a while, and then softly and truthfully told her that for some weird reason it would be a mind-blowing turn on if he did.

    Another example was how she picked up a brief reference I had made about her lover staying overnight. She asked me if the notion of her spending the entire night with him appealed to me. I haltingly told her that it did - and how sizzling it would be if she announced to me one evening that Jason was staying the night - in our bed with her - and I had to listen from the bedroom next door as they had intercourse.

    There were numerous other slants and scenarios that we discussed, and I could see her sucking up this salacious new information like a sponge. I again felt like a horny teenager eagerly awaiting his first fuck.

    On her part, Angela frankly stated that she relished being able to bring my fantasy to a totally new level of reality, and she loved being able to also sexually tease me with my own fervent fantasies so openly - in fact she admitted that knowing I was hungrily watching whilst she and Jason kissed on the couch had often made her nearly cream her panties. She also admitted that Jason was extremely good in bed, and that she was also relishing the 'raw, hot sex' that she was having with him.

    Late on the following Thursday evening, Angela had been gently teasing me between ardent kisses, and my libido was in full flight - I was once again incredibly horny, and my wife knew it. She suggested going to bed early - a proposal I was only too pleased to act on. Just after we slid into bed, my wife softly asked when I wanted to start another round of the game. I'm sure that she slyly chose that moment to make her inquiry, knowing that I was already highly aroused.

    Of course, with my hardening cock doing most of the talking, I quietly told her that I would love to begin a fresh round of the game soon.

    My wife smiled that sexy smile of hers and slid her soft, warm fingers over my belly. She then started musing about further ways to make the game more interesting. She stated that we needed a means to signal the start of another game, and once again she suggested allowing Lady Luck to decide by using the deck of cards.

    Her idea went thus: After I had drawn the coveted pair of cards that would signal the end of the game, and the medication had worn off sufficiently to allow us to have intercourse, I should subsequently put my accumulated cards back into the deck, and pick a single fresh card before I was able to make love to her. This card would indicate how many times I could finally sample her delicious pussy before the game started again - for example, if I drew a six, then I could make love to her six times before I resumed taking the evil little pills and the game recommenced. If I drew a Jack, then I could have her eleven times, and so on. I'm sure you get the idea.

    There was, however, an additional kinky sting - Angela suggested that if I happened to draw an Ace, then I would not stop taking the pills, and the game would simply be reset and continue. I would have to try to get another pair from a fresh deck without me having the chance to fuck her or climax at all!

    A sudden teasing and almost humiliating thrill tingled through me as I imagined this situation - finally drawing the prized pair of cards after me impotently listening to Angela and her virile lover screwing for weeks, only to have to do it all over again if I drew an Ace.

    I wasn't able to restrain a shudder of excitement; a weirdly powerful masochistic urge fluttered through me - and I was stunned to realise that a very kinky part of me was actually hoping that I'd draw an Ace. I could feel myself surrendering to the warm, fuzzy glow of 'sub-space' as I thought of Angela making me to wait longer and longer to enjoy her gorgeous body - whilst at the same time she evilly and ardently gave it to her young lover. I realised I was panting like the animal I'd suddenly become. I replied in a trembling voice:

    "Just Aces?" I asked - and even to my own ears the question had a hint of tense and wishful craving to it.

    My wife glanced at me and her eyes sparkled, immediately picking up the subtle nuance in my inquiry. "Hmm..." she mused. "Why don't we make it even more interesting by including Kings as well, eh?" Angela tilted her head sideward and grinned at me. "So if you draw either of those two - a King or an Ace - and the game gets reset, and keeps going, okay? You put all the cards you've drawn back in the deck, and we start all over again, and you don't get to cum or fuck me at all."

    My stomach fluttered with almost perverted delight. I did a quick mental calculation: I had about a six-and-a-half to one chance of having to restart the game without climaxing and being unable to have sex with my wife if we used these new rules! A rippling pang of lascivious submissiveness welled through me like a shot of morphine.

    Her warm fingertips glided softly to my right hip, and Angela looked at me again with her sexy green eyes and her smile curled into a leer; I realised that she was fully aware what this was doing to me, and she decided to push it even further: "Or I could be really bitchy, and include Queens as well, hmm?" she suggested playfully. "And maybe even Jacks, too... Mmm, yeah! - Queens Jacks as well, Cuckie."

    "Jesus!" I replied breathlessly. "All four cards? Aces, Kings, Queens and Jacks?"

    "Mmm-hmmm." Angela softly confirmed, her blonde tresses waving as she nodded.

    I couldn't withhold a soft moan; the six-and-a-half to one odds would obviously plummet to just over three-to-one using all four high cards. Another poignant quiver of almost pure lust danced through me.

    "And if I picked any of those four cards, you'd make me play the game all over again, right from the start?" I asked tightly. I felt my heart flutter.

    Angela kissed me briefly and smiled. "You fucking bet I would."

    "Jesus Christ!" I gasped.

    "Mmmm! Is that idea making you hot, my little Cuckie?"


    Angela's nimble fingers danced over my hips and down to my thighs. I squirmed in bed beside her, my cock throbbing its excitement.

    "Just imagine," my sexy wife began softly. "We start another game - you taking your medicine for another three or four weeks, keeping your poor little pecker all soft and useless. Meanwhile I'm still putting out for Jason every few days, practically right in front of you, hmm? Now just imagine finally picking the precious pair, and then - before you even have the chance to fuck me - you pick, let's say, a Queen, meaning that it will be another three or four weeks before you can fuck me, or cum again! You'll have to listen to Jason giving it to me - night after night - all over again!" My wife's eyes glittered, and she uttered her soft, sensual giggle. My cock seemingly relished this talk about itself being not only prohibited from enjoying the warm, moist confines of Angela's juicy cunt, but also being kept flaccid for a period that could possibly extend to months instead of weeks! My pliant shaft pulsed and throbbed as if it was doing a victory dance.

    I swallowed. The evil buzz trilled inside me like a raucous alarm. Another lascivious thought floated through my mind. "Would you tell Jason that I wasn't fucking you?" I inquired in a voice as tight as a drum.

    "Hmm..." my wife softly mused. "Now there's an idea! As I've told you - he knows nothing about the wicked little game we play - but it might be kinda kinky to let him know that I've cut you off for a few weeks, hmm? I'm sure he'd get a huge kick knowing that I'm saving my pussy just for him!" Her fingertips slid back up my thigh, and my cock throbbed once more in almost pleading anticipation. "Would you enjoy Jason knowing that in not giving you any, my little Cuckie? - that he's gonna be the only one having me for a month or two?"

    "Fuck, yes!" I moaned, and immediately blurted: "Would you tell him in front of me?"

    My wife leered. "Possibly." She glanced at me again with those mesmerizing green eyes before correcting herself. "Probably - and, of course, I could be a very evil little bitch, and openly start teasing you about it as Jason's sat there, listening to every word..."

    I uttered a shaking groan as I mentally pictured her doing what she said - seeing her sexy lips curled into a leer as she taunted me about not being able to fuck her in front of her lover.

    "Of course," Angela smoothly added. "If I wanted to be extremely bitchy, I'd secretly ask Jason to tease you about it too. Imagine him saying something like: 'Hey, Angie tells me that she ain't lettin' you have any pussy! No problem - I'll make sure I keep it filled and happy for ya!'"

    "Oh my fucking GOD!" I breathed. The notion of Jason not only knowing I was 'cut off', but also openly aiding and abetting my wife in teasing me about it sent fluttering waves of perverse delight and anticipation into my loins!

    Angela giggled softly. "So many evil, kinky thoughts, lover!" she drawled. "In fact," she added. "You've given me a whole heap of new ideas over the last few days. And some of them I will carry out - trust me!"

    I uttered another soft moan, and squeaked: "Which ideas?"

    Angela's fingers danced up my thigh and began tickling my pubic hair. "You'll have to wait and find out!" she teased. "But I will give you one hint - you'd better make sure the bed in the room next to ours has fresh sheets on it - because one of us will probably wind up sleeping in there a few times in the coming weeks - and it won't be me!"

    "OH, JESUS!" I softly yelped.

    Angela pressed her beautiful face towards mine and briefly kissed me again. Her knuckles brushed my cock. "So, lover? Wanna play the new version of the game?"

    "Fuck, yes! YES!" I pantingly replied.

    Angela smiled softly and gave her head a soft, wondering shake, as though amazed at how far my little kink enabled her to effortlessly extend my boundaries.

    "Okay, my little Cuckie!", she drawled. "We'll play it that way. We'll begin a whole new game with the new additional rules - if you draw a King, a Queen, a Jack or an Ace at the end of it, then you'll have to go through it all over again, right from the start."

    "JESUS!" I rasped. "Starting when?"

    Angela's teasing fingers finally trickled downward and curled with hot finality around my twitching, pliable cock. "In a few minutes," she whispered hotly in my ear. Her moist tongue danced over my lips as she gave my cock a firm squeeze "Right after you fuck me with this soft, floppy little thing."

    Fuck her I did, but once again my sexual stamina was measured in mere seconds as I imagined drawing a high card. In my mind's eye, I saw Angela giggling at my ill fortune, teasingly telling me that I could forget about fucking her for another month or so. Jason sat close by, chuckling and adding that he'd make sure my wife's hungry pussy got plenty of his long, thick cock. I imagined Angela tittering at his comment, and playfully telling her lover that he'd better give her plenty of it - seeing how it was going to be the only cock she'd be letting into her pussy for the foreseeable future!

    I exploded with my wife's imaginary giggle dancing through my mind!

    *Chapter 13*

    A slave to my passions I must certainly have been, because after our brief coupling on Thursday night Angela and I duly started what promised to be another hot and kinky round of our little game - this time with the titillating new rules. It was a definite possibility that these new rules could see me forbidden (and also completely unable) to have sex with my beautiful wife for many weeks - or even months - on end. On more than one occasion I sat ruefully pondering how I had allowed myself to be talked into playing such a wickedly devious game.

    The answer was, of course, quite simple: I was getting off on it. Knowing that I would once again have little choice but to sit passively and impotently by as Jason continued to enjoy my wife's intimate charms gave me a spine-tingling, tummy-fluttering rush like none I had ever known before. The effect was intoxicating, and I had discovered that I was eagerly looking forward to larger and stronger doses - and Angela seemed not only willing but also keen to provide them. She made it very clear that she intended to take full advantage of the new lascivious game rules, and she brazenly declared that in the weeks ahead she intended to thoroughly 'cuck' me - and in ways that would stretch the boundaries of my most lurid fantasies.

    Well - 'cuck' me she certainly did, and she not only stretched my boundaries - she smashed them, as you will see.

    But before I begin describing Angela's highly successful efforts to cuckold me over the next few months, I should outline in greater detail what was perhaps a natural progression in our evolving relationship - how Angela began to really emphasise her sexual dominance over me.

    I had previously read that many couples combined the act of cuckolding with varying degrees of female domination, using one to augment and enhance the other - to the pleasure of both partners. In my own case this was certainly true; I found that Angela openly cuckolding me whilst I remained totally denied simply led to more intense thoughts and fantasies about her dominating me - sexually and otherwise. My disposition towards her became increasingly more meek and subservient. Angela was, of course, already well aware that her dominant side excited me, and I'm certain that she noted the growing tractability in my demeanor. Perhaps with this in mind she began to use less subtle ways to express her blossoming sexual assertiveness.

    For example, she had taken the pills into her custody, and each night when we retired to bed she made sure that there was a glass of water and one of the evil little pills awaiting me on our bedside dresser. She would then watch as I swallowed it, a soft smile drifting across her face. I don't think that Angela was concerned about me breaking the rules of the game by dodging the medication; it was more a case of Angela emphasizing her authority over me by ostensibly supervising when and how I took the dosage.

    Her considerable appetite for cunnilingus also grew even more voracious; my lips and tongue were pressed into service at least once daily - and at any hour of her choosing. For instance, if Angela awoke before our alarm clock went off, she would sometimes caress and tickle my flaccid cock until I also awoke - and she would then simply part her thighs and firmly guide my head downwards under the blankets. I would then spend the next ten minutes or so groggily licking my wife to an early morning climax.

    She also became fond of voicing sly hints and innuendo which served to underscore my chaste and impotent state whilst simultaneously emphasizing the fact that her 'married' pussy was receiving generous and regular helpings of Jason's large cock. For instance, she once cupped my flaccid penis in her hand, and declared that the game had turned 'Three-four' into 'Zero-four' - a sardonic reference to the fact that now I could not even become three-quarters erect. She had followed this observation with a quick giggle, and stated that later that week she would be meeting someone who was a guaranteed 'Four-four'.

    "In fact," she added. "He's definitely bigger than Four-four - more like Eight-eight, wouldn't you say, my little Cuckie?"

    I was somewhat stunned to find that I was relishing both her flourishing sexual assertiveness and her wicked taunts and jibes. Perhaps for me it was some weird form of vicarious and masochistic justification and rationalisation for me not only allowing but also encouraging my wife to have sexual relations with another man. It was a strange paradoxical symbiosis; the more Angela cuckolded me, the more I wanted her to dominate me. The more she dominated me, the more I wanted her to cuckold me - and so the kinky little spiral continued. The end result was that as the weeks passed I discovered that I was descending further and further into the murky, carnal world of 'sub space' - and relishing every second of it.

    On her part, Angela seemed to be delighted with this new development, and I could also sense that she was thoroughly enjoying the power shift. This became perfectly apparent when one evening we had a frank discussion about this subject. We had both had more than a few drinks, and the booze had certainly made us both a little more candid with eachother than we would otherwise have been.

    Angela once more reiterated that being able to sexually tease and dominate me made her 'tingle', and that she was beginning to thoroughly enjoy the new authority she had over me. She admitted that although she had once professed that she could never become a fully-fledged 'Domme', she was beginning to surrender to the wickedly erotic appeal of being in total sexual control. She stated that she relished being able to glance at me and simply say eat me, and know that I would fervently do so for as long as she wanted - and to have me do it so eagerly and subserviently had awakened a deep and primordial craving in her sexual psyche.

    As I listened to Angela confirming that she was excited by her new sense of sexual authority, I realised that my own arousal at her words was causing me to tremble slightly, and I could feel that familiar carnal buzz begin to trill through me. I asked whether me passively sitting by as she 'cucked' me was adding to her new feelings in this regard.

    "Definitely," she quietly replied. "I do get a very deliciously perverse kick from openly kissing Jason in front of you, and letting him fondle my tits as you helplessly watch." She paused for a few seconds, tilting her head in thought. "And then to know that I'm perfectly free to take him into our bed, knowing that you'll obediently sit out here and wait as he fucks me? Then yes - that gives me a very powerful and very kinky thrill too, and it does bring out my wickedly bitchy and dominating side."

    Hearing her highlight her own excitement at my 'obedience' instantly intensified the buzz inside me. I took a deep, shaking breath and asked: "Bring it out in what ways?"

    My wife's sly grin slowly crept over her face. "Let's just say that I've had some very evil thoughts - like me making you chauffeur Jason and I around one night as he and I play in the back seat. Or the three of us going out to a restaurant - making you pay for our meals, of course - and making sure you knew that I was constantly fondling his cock through his trousers under the table. Or I've fantasized about Jason and I kissing on the couch, and me pausing to tell you to go and prepare our bedroom for me and my lover - having you turn the lamps on and get the bed ready for us, and make sure that we have drinks waiting on the bedside dresser." My wife flashed me what was almost a guilty smile. "So many wickedly kinky and evil thoughts, my little lover!"

    Hearing these disclosures simply aroused me even further. With the booze flowing breezily through my veins, I threw caution to the wind. I softly told her that I too had been having some rather extreme thoughts about her dominating me even further, adding that the game we were playing - and my subsequent drug induced impotency - simply augmented the kinky eroticism of the whole situation. Angela's interest was immediately engaged, and she quizzed me regarding these lascivious and kinky thoughts. With my tongue loosened by alcohol, I told her everything, sparing no detail.

    I told her about the poignant masochistic waves that enveloped me whenever I watched she and Jason kissing, or listened to them having intercourse in our bed. I told her that I loved it when she demanded that I lick her creamy pussy - a pussy that I was currently both forbidden and unable to fuck. I told her just how aroused I became when she derided and teased me about my flaccid cock, and how I was incapable of penetrating her. I told her how I yearned to be compelled, and even forced, to serve her, and please her and worship her - in fact, to become her sexual slave. By the time I have finished, I was in fact startled by my own brazen admissions. I could feel my face burning, and I held my breath as I waited for my wife's reaction.

    Angela simply sent me a tipsy smile. "Whoa! I knew that me being a little assertive makes you horny - but I wasn't aware that me being that assertive had such a strong effect on you! Very interesting!" She flashed me a quizzical glance. "This wicked little game is really bringing out that side of you, isn't it?"

    I slowly nodded, inwardly heaving a soft sigh of relief.

    My wife continued. "I can certainly understand why; I know that a lot of men who enjoy being cuckolded also enjoy becoming submissive to their partners - so your reaction isn't unusual." She paused for a few seconds. "Is that mainly what's making you feel this way, lover? That Jason is perfectly able to fuck me whilst you can't?"

    "That's certainly a big part of it," I admitted.

    Angela smiled softly and nodded. "Well, as I said before, being assertive with you is also a turn on for me. I have no idea why, but I love being able to control you. In fact, thinking about you becoming my 'little slave', as you put it, is making me kinda hot - so maybe I should start being a little bossier, hmm? Take our kinky little game a little further, maybe?"

    "I think you should," I replied huskily, feeling my mouth go dry.

    My wife leaned back in her chair and crossed her sexy legs. "And if I did this a little further, you do realise that I'd be quite a demanding little bitch, don't you? I'd take it as far as I could, my little one."

    "I know you would," I found myself replying. "In fact, I want you to..."

    Angela's eyes flashed at me again. "If we do take this further, you wouldn't have a choice." She sipped her drink and sent me another appraising glance. "So what if on some nights I wanted you to be my total little slave, huh? Would you serve me, and please me, and obey me, and do exactly what I told you?"

    I gulped softly. "Yes - I would." My flaccid cock gave a tremulous twitch - whether in jubilation or apprehension at my wife's question I couldn't tell.

    My wife seemed to sense my rapidly rising excitement, and she added: "And you know that I would use physical force to get you to do what I told you if necessary?"

    I simply nodded, but her words sent another deliciously carnal ripple through me.

    Angela's voice took on a silky and playful tone. "Would you lick my juicy, wet pussy for hours? Would you kneel in front of me - and worship my cunt? Would you obey me, and please me for as long as I told you to?"

    "Jesus, Yes! I would!" I almost gasped.

    "I see," Angela replied. She licked her soft red lips. "And I guess if you didn't obey me, then I could find ways to make you obey me, couldn't I? I might have to make use those nasty wrist and ankle cuffs a little more - exactly like you just told me, hmm? I'm sure I could make you do anything I wanted you to..."

    "I'm sure you would," I said somewhat weakly, feeling that familiar impish little buzz begin to dance through me with even more vigor.

    "Oh, that I will, little one," Angela replied. "In fact, I already have a few kinky little ideas..." She uttered what could only be described as a devious chuckle. "And I'll have to do a little more research on the 'Net, maybe - get some ideas on how to really make you my little slave..."

    And sure enough, from that point on Angela's dominant side really began to flourish. Don't get me wrong; her intensified assertiveness wasn't a 24/7 thing - Angela asserted herself only when the mood came upon her. But as the weeks passed, my sexy wife began to experiment with this new and very kinky side of our relationship with increasing frequency and zest. It was still role-play - but it was now serious role-play.

    For example, one night she airily suggested that I completely shave the area around my genitals. Her tone left no doubt that this was in fact a demand and not a request. I duly did as she had instructed, and Angela's eyes sparkled impishly as she inspected my freshly shaven cock and balls; she uttered a soft giggle and stated that although my balls seemed quite large and 'normal', my bald cock now resembled that of a 'little boy'.

    Her playful jibe simply added to my excitement, and my wife took note. Henceforth on many nights when her lover was not visiting, Angela would often tell me to strip naked and then cuff my wrists behind me and have me spend the next hour or so orally pleasing her, gradually building her to a powerful climax. As I did so, she would sometimes gaze down at my limp, hairless cock and full, swollen balls and make a derisive comment, such as smilingly announcing that my bald and flaccid manhood looked so dainty and cute, and she would utter that soft, sexy giggle that drove me virtually insane.

    As she had stated, Angela also began visiting femdom web sites and forums on the Internet. One evening she called me to her side as she sat at the PC. She showed me a series of onscreen pictures portraying a Domme and her male sub engaged in some mild BDSM play. My wife was particularly intrigued by the method the Domme used to 'control' her sub; a solid stainless steel cockring had been fitted snugly behind the sub's cock and balls, and in two of the photographs the Domme was seen attaching the snap-hook of a leather leash around the cockring. Subsequent images showed the kneeling male being compelled to orally serve his Mistress as she kept a tight reign on the leash, often pulling his genitals taut in an effort to ensure his total obedience.

    Angela announced that she found this form of control to be particularly appropriate and wickedly erotic, since it represented total feminine control of the very core of a man's masculinity and sexuality - his cock and balls. Looking at the completely subservient male in the images, I had to agree. My wife flashed me a teasing smile and softly mused that perhaps she should consider employing a similar method to control me. I had, of course, already begun to imagine serving Angela in a likewise fashion, and I discovered that the idea sent tendrils of fluttering excitement through my stomach - and my eager and rapt expression was duly noted by my perceptive wife.

    Sure enough, a couple of nights later Angela suggested that I remain in my dressing gown after my evening shower, stating that she had a 'surprise' for me. As I showered, I anxiously wondered what the 'surprise' might be. When I returned to the lounge room, clad in just my dressing gown as Angela had asked, I saw that she was sat on the couch. She glanced up at me and drew my attention to several items resting on the coffee table: the leather wrist cuffs, a thin leather dog leash, and three stainless steel rings of different diameters. My wife crossed her legs, smiled demurely, and announced that she wanted to emulate what we had seen in the pictures two evenings earlier. She added that she had previously researched how the steel rings were fitted; a fair portion of the scrotal sac was first drawn through the ring, and then one testicle was gently eased inside. The process was repeated for the second testicle, and finally the penis was slowly pulled through the steel loop, thus ensconcing the metal ring snugly behind the testicles at the base of the penis.

    Angela tilted her head, and instructed me to test each of the rings for fit and comfort. With my heart now hammering, I opened the front of my dressing gown and sat down beside her on the couch and, with some trepidation, I followed her instructions. I found that the rings were easier to fit than I had expected, and I tried all three different sizes, one after the other, as Angela smilingly watched on. I found that the 40-millimeter ring was loose enough to be comfortable, but still provided a very snug fit around the base of my cock and balls. After some experimentation I quickly realised that it would be impossible for the ring to come off without carefully reversing the process of fitting it, since all three appendages could not squeeze back through the 40-millimeter ring all at the same time. Angela told me to leave this particular ring on.

    My wife then leaned forward and seized the thin leather leash. She then carefully fitted the leash's snap-hook to the steel ring encircling my genitals. She gave the leash a gentle tug, and softly told me to stand up, remove my dressing gown, and face away from her with my hands behind my back so that she could cuff my wrists. With my pulse now rushing in my ears I did as she requested. Angela quickly fitted the cuffs, and then fastened them together with a thick double-ended metal clasp. I instinctively tested the bonds, and I felt my balls contract as I finally realised just how vulnerable I now was. The thought simply excited me even further.

    My wife told me to turn to face her again. As usual, she seemed to read my mind; sliding the loop of the leash around her slender wrist, she softly pointed out that with my hands securely bound behind me and with my cock and balls literally under her control, she could now force me to do whatever she wanted - that I was at this moment her complete 'little slave', just as I had fantasized. She emphasized her statement by giving the leash another gentle but firm tug. Feeling the unyielding metal band around the base of my cock and balls being resolutely pulled towards her, I realised that she was totally correct. I had never felt so helpless and vulnerable - but the feeling of delicious sexual submissiveness tinged with a slight rush of fear slithered through me like a drug.

    My wife seated herself more comfortably on the couch and instructed me to kneel on the floor beside her. As I did so, she raised her smooth legs and rested her bare feet on the coffee table. She sent me a soft, sly grin and looped the leash around her wrist several times to take up slack.

    "Now, my little slave," Angela began. "You can start by sucking my toes. Come on - I want to feel your tongue sliding between each and every one. Lick them clean. And you'd better do a good job... or else," - here she gave the leash a harder yank; my balls were once more pulled sharply towards her. "You'll have a pair of very sore nuts. Now - get licking!"

    In my vulnerable position, her threats were more than enough to induce me to do her bidding. I spent a considerable part of that evening on my knees, my hands remaining cuffed behind my back, and my lips and tongue preening and caressing various parts of my wife's body. In due course she arose and removed her skirt and panties, and then sank back onto the couch. She smiled down at me and hoisted her long legs high and wide, and softly commanded me to begin gently licking her pussy and asshole. She kept a constant tension on the leash, and I discovered that Angela had no hesitation in giving the leash a sharp tug if she felt that my oral efforts were flagging. Although this was never enough to cause me any real pain, I was well aware that it could if my wife so chose - all she had to do was really yank the leash. An incredible rush of tingling eroticism poured through me as I realised that for all intents and purposes I was now Angela's 'little slave' - and that she literally had me by the balls. Several times I glanced up to see that Angela's pretty face was flushed with arousal, and I realised that my total submissiveness and enforced servitude was exciting her just as much as my oral ministrations.

    In fact, at one point I was gently licking her labia when she slid her fingers through my hair and tilted my head up to face her. She gave her leash another firm yank and gazed down at me and huskily told me: "You love this, don't you? You love being made to worship me, hmmm? Me making you eat my warm juicy pussy - the pussy that I'm freely giving to Jason, but not letting you have! How does it feel to know that if you don't please me and obey me, then I simply have to pull those poor, neglected, swollen balls of yours harder and harder until you do as I say! You wanted to be my slave? Then be my slave you certainly will!"

    She emitted a soft, sensual giggle and her glazed eyes stared down into mine. "Maybe next time I'll take you down to the gym and make you kneel down as I tie the leash to the treadmill, with your hands cuffed behind your back again. You won't be able to move or do anything except kneel there and watch me work out - naked, of course - watching me work up a good, hard sweat. And then? I'll take the leash into my hand and make you lick every drop of sweat from my body, hmm? - from every nook and cranny. I'll stand there as you kneel in front of me, using this nasty leash to make sure you lick me totally clean!" She uttered another chuckle. "Ahh, my little Cuckie - you shouldn't have told me that you wanna be my little slave - 'cause I'll have you doing things you never dreamed of! I'll make you my little slave, all right - my little impotent, cuckold, cunt-slave! Now - continue licking me, slowly until I tell you to stop!"

    On my part, I was stunned at how much I was relishing the physical control that my wife was exerting over me - that submitting to her will and being forced to sexually gratify her was an intoxicating mix of submission, eroticism and fear of physical punishment unless I did as she demanded.

    And, of course, I did do as she demanded. From an observer's point of view, it must have been a startlingly erotic sight: Angela naked from the waist down, leaning back on the couch, her right hand firmly clenching the leash attached to my steel cockring, and her long, shapely legs widely parted. And me completely naked on my knees, my hands cuffed behind my back, and my face pressed firmly to the apex of her thighs, ardently licking and sucking her moist pussy. She eventually had several shuddering orgasms that left my face coated in her delicious juices.

    It was, in fact, almost midnight when Angela finally removed the leash from my cockring and uncuffed my wrists. My wife leaned back on the couch, thoroughly sated and satisfied. She languidly inquired if I had enjoyed being her 'slave', and how it felt to be 'forced' to please and serve her. I was still buzzing, and my answers eagerly gushed forth.

    I then asked a tentative question of my own: "If I hadn't done what you told me to do, would you really have made me do it?"

    Angela's green eyes sparkled. "Do you mean would I have yanked the leash very hard? Making your poor balls really ache unless you did what I told you?"

    "Yes," I said softly.

    My wife smiled and leaned forward until her beautiful face was a few inches from mine. She gave me a deep, slow, spine-tingling kiss, and then pulled slightly back to look deep into my eyes and replied: "Absolutely."

    My intake of breath was audible. Angela leaned back on the couch and continued: "If you're going to be my slave, then you will do what I ask. How much force I have to apply in order to get you to do it is entirely up to you, my little Cuckie - but when you're my slave you will do as I tell you."

    I suddenly wondered if I had opened Pandora's box. If so, then it was a box that I was eager to jump in to.

    Angela idly mused that perhaps I should wear the ring permanently, stating that the metal band encircling my cock and balls would be a constant reminder that I could be required to serve and please her whenever she chose. She also added that since I had been rendered completely impotent by the drug, I would not be vulnerable to any painful nocturnal or involuntary erections making my cock swell inside the metal band. Her tone again left no doubt that this was a demand and not a request. So from that moment on I wore the metal cockring 24/7. There was some minor chaffing and irritation at first, but a few drops of baby oil eased any discomfort, and within two weeks I didn't even need that - most of the time I forgot that a solid metal ring was tightly encircling my manhood.

    Angela also informed me that the rings originally came in packets of four. As a kinky little twist, my wife used my engraving tool to inscribe words on the outer rims of all four of the 40-millimeter rings. In Angela's flowing script, the rings read: 'Property of Angela', 'Angela's Slave', 'Angela's Cuckold', and - perhaps most wicked of all - 'Angie's Little Pindick'. The ring that bore the relatively tame words 'Property of Angela' was the one that I usually wore during the day - but Angela would often insist that I change this for one of the rings bearing a more risqu‚ phrase whenever she was in 'Mistress' mode, as she'd begun calling it. She always made sure that the steel ring was positioned with the words facing upwards so that she could read them.

    Angela picked up yet another lascivious idea from the Internet. One evening she called me over to the PC and played a short movie that she had downloaded. The video depicted yet another scene involving a Domme and a naked male submissive. The male sub was lying on his back atop a long, low coffee table, and both his hands and feet were firmly bound with rope to the four sturdy wooden legs of the table. His head and upper shoulders, however, were resting on the cushion of an armchair that abutted the end of coffee table. The Domme - naked except for a pair of long black boots - was perched above him with her widely parted thighs resting on each of the leather arms of the armchair, her genitals hovering directly over the sub's upturned face. The Domme languidly lowered her nether regions onto the sub's awaiting mouth and imperiously instructed him to eat her. In his bound state, the sub had absolutely no choice but to comply; he licked and slurped and sucked her cunt with feverish enthusiasm.

    Watching the video I could feel myself becoming very aroused. The situation in the movie emphasized the totally female dominant position; the Domme was able to lean comfortably back in the armchair and fully abandon herself to the oral ministrations of the immobilised male underneath her. The wide leather arms of the chair cradled most of her weight, and her outstretched thighs ensured that her nether regions were completely exposed and accessible to his deftly probing tongue. His cock stood up like a flagpole, and if his oral efforts failed to please his Mistress then she casually leaned forward and gave his erect shaft a few sharp slaps, which instantly caused the sub to perform with greater zest. At the conclusion of the short film the Domme ordered the sub to tongue-fuck her asshole as she reached down to caress her clitoris. A few moments later the Domme sharply exhorted the sub to keep licking! - and she quickly and loudly climaxed. The film actually showed her juices freely pouring from the base of her throbbing slit and coating the sub's chin. I found that I was panting softly as I watched.

    Angela announced that she found the scene to be incredibly hot. She too had noted that the Domme was not only in complete control, but was able to lean pleasantly back and enjoy the sub's oral ministrations in total comfort. My wife glanced sideways at me, and informed me that our own sturdy coffee table and one of the armchairs could easily be used as a platform for a similar game...

    Fifteen minutes later I discovered myself in exactly the same position as the hapless sub in the video we had just watched, lying face up and naked on our coffee table, my wrists and ankles firmly bound to its wooden legs, and my head and upper shoulders resting on the cushion of one of our armchairs. Angela attached her leather leash to my cockring, and then removed her skirt and panties. She deftly straddled the armchair and seated herself over me, using the wide arms of the chair as a pedestal for her shapely thighs. She then proceeded to duplicate the events in the lascivious video, lowering her pussy onto my face and instructing me to lick and preen her nether regions as she leaned back in the armchair, making good use of her thin leather leash to ensure that I complied with her wishes.

    She also became quite vocally assertive, telling me things like: "How do you like being tied up and forced to lick my cunt - a cunt that you're not allowed to fuck anymore, my little Cuckie? Does your lil' dickie miss my warm, creamy pussy, hmm? Nevermind - you just use your tongue to keep it happy until Jason fills it up on his next visit, okay?"

    Or "Lick my asshole slowly like I told you - or do you want me to really give your swollen nuts a good fucking yank?"

    Or "Did I tell you to take your tongue out of my cunt? Get it back in there - now! - or I'll pull your fucking balls so hard you'll think I've ripped them off!"

    I was relatively sure that Angela wouldn't carry out her threats - but taking into account her previous statement that she would use the leash as sternly as necessary to enforce her will, I can assure you that in my bound and vulnerable position, and with my cock and balls in a figurative and literal noose, I quickly responded to my wife's lascivious demands. Angela again seemed to relish this new method of oral pleasure, and her excitement grew rapidly. At one point she pantingly stated that she loved having me tied up like this, making me worship her cunt, and being forced to please her over and over again. In fact, she duplicated the culminating scene in the video we had just witnessed, instructing me to tongue-fuck her asshole as she caressed and stroked herself to a very powerful climax. As she trembled in afterglow above my drenched, upturned face, she told me to slowly lick her sodden cunt and asshole clean of her succulent juices.

    Episodes like the above became regular occurrences, and Angela's lascivious imagination seemed to work overtime finding new methods and positions in which I could be compelled to serve and gratify her. She discovered that the kitchen table made another ideal platform for my enforced oral ministrations; I would be seated on the floor with my legs lying straight out in front of me in a 'V' shape under the table. Angela would then tie my ankle cuffs firmly to the far pair of table legs, whilst my arms would encircle the near two table legs so that the crook of my elbows were pressed snugly against the smooth wood. My wrist cuffs would be shackled together with a bridge of rope. In this position, with my arms forcibly clasping the two sturdy table legs, my chin hovered just over the rim of the table, and I was completely unable to move backward. Angela would then take the leash into her hand and seat herself on the tabletop, and slowly ease her hips forward, firmly forcing my face into her humid crotch. I would then be commanded to tongue her moist pussy.

    She particularly loved having me bound to the kitchen table in this manner, since it also allowed her to stand over me and straddle my face, facing whichever direction she chose. With my arms securely encircling the table legs, all Angela needed to do was lower herself slightly and ease her weight against me. She was particularly fond of standing with her back to me, and then leaning down to rest her torso on the table. She could then slide her naked rump backwards, forcing her rear hard against my face and commanding me to rim and tongue-fuck her asshole. Whatever position she chose, the thin leash was never out of her hand, and if she deemed that my efforts were not up to par, she would quickly remind me who was in control by giving the leash a sharp yank.

    I was compelled to become her 'little slave' two or sometimes three evenings a week. Although I have stated that we didn't play these games (if indeed games they were) on a full-time basis, there were definite echoes of Angela's sexual assertiveness that lingered long after such sessions were over. She was now fully aware how aroused I became whenever she teased and taunted me about how my chaste and impotent status was in stark contrast to that of her virile and potent lover. Jason continued to visit at least once weekly, and Angela had no hesitation in using increasingly overt means to highlight the fact that her lover was receiving all of her sexual favors.

    For example, she would make a point of ensuring that I saw her remove her bra just before Jason's visits, telling me that Jason was definitely a 'tit man', and that he had mentioned how much he relished seeing her pert nipples clearly outlined under her top. She also began to instruct me to shave her legs and trim her pussy so that she'd be so soft and smooth for her lover. The ankle bracelets that she'd ordered online - and at my expense - had duly arrived, and she'd immediately began wearing them full time. Whilst at work or in company, she wore a simple plain one - but when she was at home she often changed this for the one the announced Hot Wife! In fact, she made a point of displaying it to Jason at the first opportunity, and he simply smiled and softly remarked that he could certainly endorse the lascivious slogan.

    I should point out here that my wife never became blatantly dominant towards me whilst in Jason's company. Whenever he visited, the dominant side of her personality retreated. I found this puzzling, and I once quizzed her about it. She replied that as far as Jason was concerned, the two aspects of our relationship were totally separate, and that she felt no need to involve Jason - for which I was somewhat thankful. She did, however, state that she had indeed informed Jason that I was in effect 'cut off' from having sex with her, and that Jason had naturally worked out that if I was complacently accepting this, then I was obviously more than a little submissive towards her. To hear this added another wicked and bizarre twist to the whole situation.

    Jason himself was by now totally at ease with the bizarre menage-a-trois. He had become completely relaxed in my company, and he would engage me in conversation just as often as he would Angela. I sensed, however, that Jason seemed to derive considerable satisfaction from the fact that he was now the sole beneficiary of my wife's sexual favors. I could understand this, since if I had been in his position I would possibly feel the same.

    Don't get me wrong - Jason never came across as being arrogant or conceited, and in fact quite to the contrary. He was a confident, friendly and likeable young man who possessed an infectious sense of humor - but he was smugly aware that he had virtually limitless access to Angela's intimate charms, and it was obvious that he was quietly enjoying the sexual one-upmanship.

    For example, if I answered one of his telephone calls, he would greet me affably, and then ask if he could speak to my 'sexy little wife'. Or, when he was visiting, he would often sit beside Angela and casually slide his arm around her waist, and then progressively lift the palm of his hand until at last it gently cupped her breast under her shirt or blouse. The latent message was clear: I remained the man of the house - except in the bedroom, where Jason had no qualms about asserting his resounding authority.

    So - having outlined the evolving sexual dynamic between Angela and myself, I will now describe what occurred as our kinky and deviant game progressed. I will again simply display excerpts from my 'Depraved Diary' to chronicle the events that followed, starting from the beginning of the next round of our game.


    Sunday July 31st: Started another game last Thursday night. 'A' called 'J' on Friday, and arranged for him to visit last night (Saturday). 'J' picked 'A' up and they went out for dinner, getting back at just before ten p.m.

    In what was almost a well-rehearsed ritual, 'A' dimmed the lights in the lounge room and I watched the pair on the couch again. They now openly displayed their affection and desire for eachother, and my poor, soft little cock tingled as I watched them kissing and petting. 'A' was once more bra-less, and she actually winked at me when 'J' slid his hand under her shirt and began fondling and caressing with her tits. She must have been feeling very evil, because over the course of the next ten minutes or so she slyly and surreptitiously undid each button on her shirt, from top to bottom. In the dim light I swallowed heavily as I watched the front of her shirt eventually billow open, exposing her tits completely. 'A' then guided 'J's' lips to her erect nipples. From this point on they took no notice of me sitting opposite in the darkness.

    After a few minutes of 'J' nibbling and sucking 'A's' tits, I heard 'A' whisper to him: "Take me to bed."

    They promptly rose from the couch and retired to the master bedroom, and within minutes I was again listening to 'A's' muffled moans and gasps of pleasure as 'J' took full advantage of 'A's' warm, receptive pussy!

    After 'J' left I picked my first card, and got the Six of Hearts, and then licked 'A's' sopping cunt and asshole for almost an hour.


    Saturday August 6th: 'J' wasn't able to make it here through the week, but came here last night (Friday). Took 'A' out to dinner again and then to a movie. They returned at about ten forty-five p.m.

    'A' and 'J' fucked in our bedroom again as I sat watching TV with the sound turned down. About an hour later 'A' came out dressed in her black kimono. She retrieved two cans of beer from the fridge and quietly asked me if I was 'enjoying the show' - and it was obvious she wasn't referring to the television. I pantingly told her I was, and she just giggled. She then handed me one of the evil little pills and told me to swallow it - which I duly did. I was puzzled why 'A' was making me take the pill now, rather than when we retired to bed, as usual. She smiled and offhandedly told me that the reason was simple; tonight I was sleeping in the spare bedroom - she had invited 'J' to spend the entire night with her, and he had agreed to do so!

    'A' then blew me a kiss and bade me goodnight and returned to our bedroom, closing the door behind her with a soft thud of finality.

    After a few minutes I went to bed in spare room, undressed, and climbed into the single bed. I trembled as I listened to the muffled buzz of their chatter in the next room for about fifteen minutes, and then I heard the bed begin to rhythmically creak - 'A' and 'J' going at it again!!! I tried wanking, but my cock refused to rise, and in frustration I was forced to simply listen to my wife's ardent gasps and moans of pleasure, underscored by 'J's' occasional hoarse grunts of enjoyment. I drifted off to sleep after their moans finally subsided twenty minutes later.

    I arose early this morning and waited in trepidation for 'A' and 'J' to arise. At about eight-forty a.m. I suddenly heard our bed creaking again, followed quickly by 'A's' muffled exhortations. They were fucking for the third time in less than twelve hours! 'A' and 'J' then arose and showered together.

    THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT! This feeling I have, hearing and seeing and knowing 'A' is fucking him, is driving me INSANE!!!! But I LOVE how it's making me feel! What's happening to me???

    I drew THREE cards after 'J' had left about midday - Two of clubs, Jack of Hearts, and Ace of Hearts.


    Thursday August 11th: 'A' and 'J' together again last night. 'J' didn't stay the night, but he had 'A' again in our bedroom. They returned to lounge room about an hour later.

    At what I suspect to be 'A's' prompting, 'J' is becoming far more brazen in openly discussing his sexual relationship with 'A'. In fact, when 'A' went to use the bathroom, 'J' softly told me how 'sexy' 'A' is, and what 'gorgeous tits' she has. He also blatantly told me that 'A' was 'a mind-blowing fuck', and that he was more than happy to 'give her plenty of cock'.

    My voice shook as I responded that 'A' had told me how she enjoyed bedding him, and that I was happy to see her being satisfied so well. Even telling 'J' this sent made my tummy flutter! I could hardly believe I was telling 'J' this!

    'J' smiled and just then 'A' came back from the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later 'J' departed, and 'A' asked if I wanted to taste her 'creamy taco'.

    Naturally, I did. Afterwards, I picked another card - the Seven of Hearts.


    Sunday August 14th: 'J' came again last night (no pun intended) and the three of us idly chatted in the lounge room for an hour or so. 'A' then went for a quick shower - unusual for her - leaving 'J' and I alone. Whilst 'A' was gone, 'J' once again gently steered our conversation to his physical relationship with 'A' - prompted, I strongly suspected, by 'A' herself. 'J' nonchalantly announced that 'A' had informed him that I was turned on by the situation. I felt my tummy fluttering as I admitted to him that I was. 'J' then asked how I had felt two weeks ago, when I had observed 'A' openly exposing her breasts for him, and then to watch him suckle her nipples

    In almost a daze, I told him I found it to be a huge turn on, and 'J' smiled and asked if I would allow him to go further. I shakily told him that I would. He smiled, and announced that he and 'A' had 'something a bit wilder' planned for tonight.

    At that moment 'A' returned from showering and overheard his last remarks. She was clad in just in her kimono, and she simply smiled and dimmed the lights and then sat next to 'J'. Within moments they were kissing deeply. After about ten minutes they broke their kiss and 'A' arose to her feet and led 'J' to the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Instead of leading him up into the hallway, however, she turned to face me with 'J' looming behind her.

    'J' now began to kiss her neck from behind, and 'A' tilted her head as 'J's' lips skimmed the sensitive skin on her neck. 'J' then slid a hand around to undo the clasp on her kimono. A few moments later her kimono drifted open, and my gaze was drawn down to her neatly trimmed pubic patch. Even in the darkened room, I clearly saw 'A' flash me a teasing smile as 'J's' hands drifted upwards. He lifted her kimono from her shoulders, and she arched her back; her kimono fluttered to the floor; she was now totally naked. Flashes of light from the TV rippled across her body, simply accentuating her total nakedness. I heard the intake of my own breath.

    'J' wasted no time in sliding both hands around under 'A's' arms to cup her full breasts. His palms hoisted my wife's tits gently upwards, and 'A' uttered a soft gasp as he took both of her nipples between his fingers and began skillfully tweaking and rolling them. I watched almost in a dream state as 'A' swiveled her head sharply to the side, her lips seeking his. The pair kissed again as 'J's' large hands continued to caress and massage my wife's tits!

    They broke their kiss, and 'A' turned her gaze back towards me, and I could see her eyes were alight with passion and excitement. In what was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen, she opened her stance slightly, took 'J's' right hand from her breast, and guided it slowly down over her belly until it came to rest between her thighs. 'J's' palm instantly covered her pubic mound, and I could actually see his middle finger working its way softly between her labia!

    'A' uttered another soft moan, and I knew that 'J' has deftly located her clit. His finger began gently swirling, and 'A' moaned again, louder this time. 'J' began kissing her neck once more, and 'A' tilted her head to the side, offering him her soft skin in a gesture of erotic surrender.

    For about a minute I sat and watched as 'J' fingered my wife's pussy, noting that 'A' had closed her eyes, her face clouded with an expression of sexual excitement and pleasure. I also noted that her nipples were now jutting out like little horizontal flagpoles, and Jason was continuing to tweak and roll 'A's' left nipple between the forefinger and thumb of his left hand. Her hips had begun to almost imperceptibly undulate back and forth.

    'A' finally opened her eyes and she sent me a brief, smoldering glance, a hint of a smile forming on her full, pouty lips. She winked suggestively and then peered down over her breasts, her gaze focussing on 'J's' palm cupping her mons pubis. I followed her gaze, and even in the dim light I could clearly see 'J's' middle finger was now almost totally buried in 'A's' pussy.

    'A' raised her eyes to meet mine once more, and she sent me another passion-laden glance and then turned her face back to her lover and said: "Mmmmm, that feels SOOOO good... you're making me SO wet! Now take me to bed - and FUCK ME!"

    The pair quickly turned, 'A' leading him by the hand up the hallway and into the master bedroom. My heart was hammering so hard that I didn't even hear the thud of the bedroom door close behind them. Within a minute I heard 'A' yell out in pleasure, and the muffled rhythmic CREAK! CREAK! CREAK! of the bed began to echo through the house. I sat and listened, my mind's eye picturing 'A's' soft, silky legs wrapped tightly around 'J's' back as his large cock explored the smooth, velvety confines of her delicious cunt!

    'J' finally departed just before midnight, and after he'd left 'A' softly quizzed me how it felt to see her lover's hands caressing her naked body. I gasped that WATCHING Jason openly fondle her tits and finger her pussy had made me want to EAT HER so badly, that I had wanted to kneel in front of her and SUCK her HOT CUNT as her lover kissed her and caressed her soft, warm tits. 'A' giggled, and told me that it might indeed come to that - but right at the moment all she could offer my hungry tongue was her drenched, well-used pussy without 'J's' presence.

    I ate her with feverish abandon!

    I drew another card, and I stared in both shock and delight when I drew the Ace of Clubs! I HAD A PAIR!!!!!


    But - of course - in this new game, drawing a pair of cards wasn't enough. Angela smiled softly when I triumphantly showed her the card, but she impishly stated that I was only halfway home. She announced that tonight - in accord with the rules of the game - I wouldn't take one of the evil little pills, and that tomorrow night I would be able to select the 'deciding' card - the one that would decide not only how many times I could make love to her, but whether I could make love to her at all. A tingling sexual anticipation mingled with a teasing apprehension rippled through me.

    As it turned out, I had good reason to be apprehensive...

    *Chapter 14*

    To say that I spent Sunday in a pent-up sexual daze would be an understatement. Angela and I had tacitly agreed that I would draw the deciding card when we retired to bed on Sunday night, and the titillating fear (or was it a perverse hope?) of drawing a King, Queen, Jack or an Ace was never far from my thoughts. I was quite aware that even if I were successful, it would take another day for the effect of the medication to wear off sufficiently for me to achieve an erection. Even so, excitement bubbled through me like a hot liquid in a gently simmering pot.

    On her part, Angela seemed to derive considerable enjoyment from my situation. I often caught her sending me a speculative gaze that always culminated with her Mona Lisa smile, which was far from innocent; her wickedly sensual side was in full flight.

    Apart from my own trilling excitement, Angela and I did, however, spend a quiet night watching TV before retiring to bed. Once ensconced under the duvet, Angela sent me a soft smile before sitting up in bed beside me and retrieving the deck of cards from her bedside dresser. She softly asked me for the cards I had previously picked, and they soon went back into the deck in her hand. As she shuffled the cards, my wife glanced at me, and her smile deepened.

    "Are you ready to pick the most important card of all, baby?" she finally asked in that soft, silky voice of hers.

    I swallowed. "Yes."

    She spread the shuffled deck and held the fanned cards to me, staring into my eyes. "Then pick one, honey..."

    My hand was trembling as I reached forth to pull a card from the deck. My heart pounded as I turned it over and peered down at it.

    The leering face of the Jack of Diamonds peered back up at me. Time stood still for a second or two, and I was aware that I was uttering a soft, almost inaudible groan.

    Angela lifted her eyes from the card in my hand and glanced at me. "Oh, dear... I guess we both know what that card means, don't we?" she rhetorically asked. I lifted my own eyes to her face, and I was sure I could detect a slight hint of wicked amusement in her expression.

    "Yes," I almost whispered. The stark reality of my ill fortune crashed over me like a powerful breaker. The Jack of Diamonds had just doomed me to several more weeks of enforced impotence.

    In almost desperation I stared beseechingly at Angela. "Please - this one time could we just bend the rules?" I pleaded. "If you let me go a couple of days-"

    "No!" Angela cut me off sharply. "You agreed to play by the rules. You pulled a Jack - and that means that we have to play another round, just like we agreed!" Her face softened into a slight leer. Her hand darted down, and she seized the card in my hand. I watched as she quickly slid it back in the deck. "Besides, Cuckie - think of it this way; just imagine how hot it's going to make you to go another few weeks, hmm? And how much more I can tease you. You like it when I tease you, don't you?"

    "Jesus, yes - you know I do," I half stammered. My heart was hammering inside my chest, and in spite of my desperation to couple with her, the prospect of a few more weeks of watching her kiss and pet with her lover, and then to listen to them fervently fucking was working its familiar spell. I felt the erotic ripple pulse through me: He's going to keep fucking her, he's going to fill her creamy cunt with his cum, and I will have no choice but to listen! I drew a sharp gasp.

    My wife unctuously continued. "And after all, it's only been what - two and a half weeks? - since we started the game. The last time we played, it was over four weeks. I'm sure you can handle another round, my little lover."

    "I guess so," I replied.

    "I know so," Angela said. She sent me a sideward glance as she quickly placed the deck of cards on her bedside dresser. Her sexy grin began to form on her pretty face as she turned back towards me. "Besides," she added. "I have a few new ideas that you might find exciting..."

    My interest was instantly engaged. "What new ideas?"

    "You'll have to wait and see," Angela's grin tightened as she dangled the bait. "But I can tell you right now that I'm sure they are going to blow your mind."

    I gulped, and bit - hard. "Do they involve Jason?"

    "That they do, Cuckie!" Angela replied. "Well - most of them do. There's a few other ideas that will be just you and me - but they're mainly to do with Jason..." Angela's grin tilted into a full smile.

    I could feel the impish little buzz rocketing through me again. It swept up my desire and lust and focused it solely on Angela not only cuckolding me further, but on her apparent eagerness to do so. My cock gave a frustrated twitch, as if it was just realising that it would not be sliding into the moist heat of Angela's pussy anytime soon.

    "Please, Angie," I begged. "What kind of things are you gonna do?"

    My wife tilted her head. "Well... it won't hurt to tell you one thing. Let me ask you this; you said it made you hot to actually see Jason playing with my tits and fingering me the other night?"

    I simply nodded.

    Angela uttered a soft giggle. "The let's just say that over the next few weeks you had better get used to seeing it happen a little more."

    "I want to see it a lot more!" I involuntarily blurted. It was like hearing someone else's voice - but is was my tight voice telling my wife that I wanted to see her lover fondling and caressing her!

    "Aww, I know you do, my little Cuckie," my wife continued smoothly, seeming delighted with my inadvertent admission. "In fact, Jason knows it, too. When we went into the bedroom that night, he told me how you were looking at him touching me, and that he got a real kick out of undressing me in front of you and playing with my pussy..."

    "Christ, did he?" I gasped sharply.

    Angela's eyes sparkled playfully. "He did. He also told me that I should've unzipped him, and knelt down and given him a blowjob right there in the hallway..."

    All I could do was groan softly in reply. A mental image of Angela on her knees as she fellated her lover right in front of me flashed across my mind. I inwardly saw her turn her head towards me, giggling and sending me a wink as she pressed her warm, wet tongue underneath Jason's plum-shaped glans.

    Angela's voice snapped me out of my brief trance. "Do you wanna know what I told him, Cuckie?" she asked softly.

    "Yes!" I literally shrieked.

    "I told him that next time all he has to do is tell me to do it - and as you watch, I'll sink to my knees and take out his beautiful thick cock, and suck it and lick it and keep doing it until he explodes in my mouth!"

    "Oh my fucking God!" I groaned. "Do it!"

    "Mmmm, I just might do that, Cuckie! Is that making you hot? To imagine your wicked little slut-wife sucking another man off, right there in front of you, and knowing that I'm gonna let him cum in my mouth - and swallow every single delicious drop? Does that make your little cock tingle, Cuckie?"

    "Fuck - yes!" I bellowed.

    "Does it make you shake, little one? Does it make you wish that I was doing it right now?"

    "Jesus, Jesus, yes!" I almost shrieked.

    "Good!" Angela hissed. She abruptly slid the duvet aside and parted her legs. "Then get your tongue down there and lick me - now! Just because your limp, floppy little pecker isn't gonna be pleasing me anytime soon doesn't mean that I have to go without! So get down there and fuckin' lick me!"

    The bedroom was soon echoing to Angela's lewd exhortations as I sucked and licked her with feverish zest. Later, as Angela lay in afterglow, she softly ran her fingers through my hair and peered down at me through slitted eyes.

    "Clean me," she purred. "Lick it all up."

    I duly did so, and later her last act before sleeping was to hand me another of those innocuous looking little pills. I duly swallowed it, and my thoughts turned to the next few weeks.


    Angela's prediction that my cock would not be pleasing her anytime soon was in fact prophetic. If Lady Luck had been kind (well, sort of kind) in the last round of the game, then this time she turned into a total bitch. It was six long weeks before I got the chance to cease taking the evil medication that kept me flaccid - and this happened under very unusual and incredibly carnal circumstances. I am, however, getting ahead of myself.

    Angela never carried out her lascivious threat to fellate Jason as I watched - but over the next six weeks she came up with numerous ploys that were just as carnally and wickedly devious. Jason was a regular guest - averaging perhaps three visits every two weeks - and with each visit he seemed to become more and more relaxed with the whole situation, and in fact learned to improvise when the need arose.

    For example, one Friday evening Jason had just arrived, and we were all sat in the lounge chatting. I was, of course, aware that he and my wife would at some stage retire to the master bedroom, and I was already buzzing as the delicious anticipation and angst grew. A pair of headlights suddenly flashed across the curtains, and Angela arose and quickly peered out the front window. She turned and announced that her sister, Vanessa, had arrived with her husband, David. She quickly hissed that she would introduce Jason as a friend of mine who had dropped in for a few drinks. I nodded, and Jason simply smiled his assent.

    This ploy worked well, and Angela's sister and her husband simply took the ruse about Jason being my friend at face value. I flutteringly wondered what Vanessa would think if she knew that Jason was regularly banging her sister - with my knowledge and permission.

    The five of us were soon ensconced at our dining table - Vanessa and David on one side, Angela and Jason on the opposite side, and me seated at the head of the table. At one point I arose and went out to the kitchen to refill our drinks. As I did so, I glanced towards the dining table; from my present vantage point on the other side of the breakfast bar, Vanessa and David had their backs to me. My gaze rested briefly upon Angela, who was sat with her body facing towards me; she was leaning forward with her left elbow resting on the table, and her hand propping up her chin. She had her head turned towards Jason, who was sat next to her, and was currently in the middle of describing a recent fishing expedition.

    Angela must have felt my gaze, because she swiveled her head towards me and her eyes met mine. An almost imperceptibly lascivious expression drifted across her face. My gaze instinctively dropped to the gap between the chairs on which Vanessa and David were sat.

    In the dim light under the table, I noticed a strange, slow rhythmic movement. As my eyes focused, I was startled to see that Angela's slender right hand was softly stroking Jason's upper thigh. I raised my eyes to her face, and Angela held my gaze for a few seconds; an impish smile danced over her face, and she casually shifted in her chair, in the process moving two or three inches closer to Jason. My eyes dropped once more to the gap between Vanessa and David. I caught my breath as I saw that Angela's probing fingers had now slid upwards to Jason's crotch; she was now obviously stroking his cock through his jeans - and doing so just a few feet away from her unsuspecting sister and brother-in-law.

    I had to dampen the intake of my breath. For about a minute I stopped fixing our drinks and pretended interest in Jason's anecdote, but my gaze kept fluttering downward, watching my wife gently massage what must have been a growing bulge in Jason's jeans. Jason himself never missed a beat; he kept telling his story as my wife surreptitiously caressed and fondled his cock. I could hardly believe my wife was being so brazen, and several more times she flashed a glance towards me, her eyes alight with teasing amusement.

    I finally returned to sit at the head of the dining room table, and I was glad that nobody noticed how my hands shook as I handed out the drinks. Angela swiveled her head towards me, and flashed me a subtle grin. I noticed that she didn't shift position, and I knew that sight unseen her soft, warm fingers were still skimming over her lover's cock. I have to tell you that to sit in company and know that your wife is stroking another man's cock is stimulating in the extreme - as if I needed the extra stimulation.

    Vanessa and David departed about an hour later, and within minutes Angela and Jason exchanged a brief and muted conversation in the kitchen as I sat watching TV in the lounge room, my pulse still racing. Jason soon excused himself and went to use the bathroom. As soon as he was out of earshot, Angela strode over to me and leaned down over me, her hands resting on the arms of the chair.

    Her eyes glittered as she stared down at me. "Did you see me playing with Jason's yummy cock, my little Cuckie?" she asked playfully.

    "Yes." I replied softly.

    "That was very naughty of me, wasn't it, hmmm? Letting my fingers slide over his cock as my little sister was sat across the table?" She uttered a soft giggle.

    I simply nodded. My heart raced.

    "Oh! By the way? Before she left, Vanessa quietly told me that Jason is quite a dish! In fact, her exact words were 'Mmm, he's a hottie!'. I agreed with her, of course! Maybe I should have let her see where I had my hand, hmmm? I think little Sis' would have gotten a kick knowing I was running my fingernails over Jason's big, throbbing cock! It was throbbing, in case you're wondering. I think Jason loved me doing that - because he got so hard..." My wife uttered her soft, sexy chuckle. All I could do was pant softly, spellbound by her words.

    "It made him horny, too," Angela continued. "He just asked me to go to bed - and how can I refuse, hmmm? He's all hot and frisky, and he said that he wants me - NOW!" My wife's eyes sparkled. "He said he needs to slide his hard, throbbing cock inside me, Cuckie. He even said that I made his full balls ache... you wouldn't want Jason to get blue-balls, would you honey?"

    I slowly shook my head. The buzz twittered though me like a sizzling electric current.

    "I didn't think you would," Angela purred softly. "So I told him to wait for me in the bedroom. I'm going in there in a few seconds, my little man, and I'm going to let him fuck me. He's going to fuck your wife after I stroked his big, juicy cock right in front of Vanessa and David. Does that excite you, Cuckie?"

    "Jesus, yes!" I blurted.

    "Good!" my wife giggled. "Because it made me hot to feel his cock getting hard under the table. In fact, my pussy is dripping, and I really need a good, long, hard FUCK..." She stressed the last word: Fucccckkkkkkk...

    "Then go in there, and let him give it to you!" I gasped. I could barely believe those words had escaped my lips.

    Angela's grin grew to a full smile. "Oh, I'm going to, my little limp-dicked cuckold! In fact, I'll make sure you hear just how much that big cock of his is driving me insane! You know he's gonna make me cum over and over, don't you?" She leaned down and gave me a soft peck on the cheek. "I'll see you later, honey!"

    She then arose and turned and headed towards the hallway door. She halted, and turned to me. "By the way? You're in the spare room tonight."

    She gave me a leer and a final salacious wink, and continued up the hall. I heard the master bedroom door open and then close with a soft thud of finality.

    I leaned back on the couch, my heart thumping and my breath coming in pants. I reached for the remote control and turned the TV volume down. I could hear muffled conversation drift through the wall, as well as muted giggling. My heart simply pounded harder. A minute or so later I heard my wife gasp, and the lewd rhythm of the bed faintly creaking slithered through the wall - slow at first, but then increasing in tempo. Angela was true to her word; her vocal appreciation of Jason's hard cock also became audible, and her gasps and moans also rose in both pitch and intensity. I sat in mesmerized silence, my mind's eye still picturing Angela blatantly stroking her lover's cock under the dining room table. The impish buzz leapt into new paroxysms of delight, and my traitorous cock twitched as if it was delighted to hear Angela's moans of pleasure.

    I spent a restless night in the spare room. The next day, after Jason had departed, Angela softly quizzed me regarding my feelings about her stroking her lover's cock with company only a few feet away - almost publicly, so to speak. By now I was used to telling my wife everything, and my words gushed forth. I told her that watching her run her fingers over his cock with her sister so close was an incredibly exciting. My wife mulled my words for a while, and I could see that she was mentally storing this information away.

    Another ploy that my wife began to use to heighten my impotent arousal was to greatly extend the intensity of her petting sessions with Jason as the pair sat on the couch in the lounge room. The lights were almost always off, and usually there was only the glare from the TV to illuminate the pair. Whereas previously they would kiss and fondle eachother before retiring to the bedroom, now Angela began to allow Jason to slowly strip her as I sat opposite in the armchair. On more than one occasion Jason removed everything but her panties in the darkened room. In fact, several times Jason maneuvered my wife so that she was lying on the couch, and he would then lower himself (still fully clothed) between her legs, and proceed to gently 'dry fuck' her.

    I would surreptitiously watch as their passion grew - a silent spectator at my own cuckolding. Angela's legs would often curl up over Jason's back as his hips rose and fell rhythmically between her thighs, his jeans making a swiff, swiff, swiff noise as they rasped against my wife's creamy thighs. It was also incredibly erotic and carnal to watch Jason fondling and licking Angela's naked breasts, and I could hear her soft whimpers of pleasure over the babble from the TV whenever Jason sucked her hard nipples.

    But what made the little buzz inside me really scream was to watch Angela's hips rising to meet his thrusts and grinding her crotch hard against his. They would fervently kiss as they did this - often open-mouthed so that their tongues danced and played wetly together in the dim light.

    After these 'dry fucking' sessions they would eventually arise from the couch and soon make their way into our bedroom. On one such occasion, I briefly glimpsed the gusset of Angela's panties in the soft glare from the TV; the thin white material covering Angela's pussy revealed a dark wet patch. The rhythmic friction of Jason's denim-clad cock had literally made my wife 'cream her panties'.

    Angela never tired of finding new ways to emphasise my cuckold status. One Friday afternoon my cell phone trilled at work. It was Angela, who had a rostered day off. She greeted me affably and asked if I could find a few minutes privacy - perhaps in the men's room. I told her that I could, and I duly made my way to the toilet, my stomach fluttering. Once I had locked the toilet door and seated myself, Angela announced that she that she was calling from our bedside telephone, and she was lying there wearing nothing but her high-heels. She then giggled and announced that she had a little surprise for me.

    I felt my pulse skyrocket. "What surprise?" I asked shakily.

    "Just keep listening, honey," Angela replied in a silky voice. "And you'll find out..." I heard the TONK! of the telephone receiver being placed on a hard surface.

    And listen I did. In a few seconds I head my wife gasp sharply in the background - and I then heard her moan out in apparent pleasure. A second deeper moan followed - Jason's voice.

    Realisation crashed over me; Angela had obviously called Jason and informed him that she had the day off work, and had apparently invited him over - and not to do any landscaping work!

    A tinny Creak! Creak! Creak! began to echo through the receiver. I realised that it was the bedsprings gleefully trumpeting the lewd act that was occurring above them.

    Angela's voice suddenly trilled. "Yeah Jason!... Shove it in!... Fuck me!... Give it to me... Give it to me SO hard!... FUCK ME!"

    And for the next ten minutes or so I sat fully clothed on the toilet, listening to Jason energetically fuck my beautiful wife. Through some weird foible of technology, the phone receiver made the wet, high-pitched smack of their kisses particularly loud, and I pictured Angela's long legs wrapped around his back as their lips slid moistly together, their tongues dancing and frolicking. I could also picture Angela's full breasts wobbling back and forth as his thrusts rocked her body. I wondered if her nipples were erect, and if they were brushing against Jason's chest as his long cock pierced her to the hilt, and deeper than I would ever go. The culmination of their torrid session was particularly lewd; I heard Jason huskily announce that he was going to climax, and Angela exhorted her lover to 'fill her up' with his cum, and to 'cream' her - which he evidently did. I was shocked to discover I was softly whispering "Do it... Do it... Do it..."

    I sat shaking as the receiver warbled, and Angela pantingly whispered a soft farewell, ending with "I love you!", and a final giggle. The phone then went dead.

    Episodes like this often made me wonder at Angela's new and apparently turbo-charged sexuality. This was the same woman who had once stated that she would never enact my fantasy of her being with another man. And yet here she was, reveling in the chance to cuckold me. If her eagerness to cuckold me was flourishing, then so was her more dominant side. I was still her little slave two or three times a week, and she began to introduce new aspects to this side of our relationship as well. I found that I relished this side of her, and I duly became even more subservient to her wishes - perhaps to rationalize and justify my own excitement at now seeing Angela openly cuckolding me.

    For example Angela made it a point to have me lightly kiss her pussy through her panties each morning before we departed for our respective workplaces. This was more a symbolic act than a physical one - but my wife seemed to derive great enjoyment from me sinking to my knees, fully dressed, and lifting her skirt, and pressing my lips gently to her femininity in what was a gesture of supplication and worship.

    She also had me continue to perform cunnilingus almost nightly, but she had me do it in a variety of positions and locations. No room in the house was spared, and Angela still made imaginative use of the cock-ring that I now wore full-time (and her little leash) to ensure that I did her lascivious bidding. She became extremely fond of kneeling over me, and having me lick her asshole as she used her toy on herself. I would slide my tongue rapidly over that intimate place as Angela slowly fucked herself, telling me that the big fake cock felt 'sooo good!'. As she approached climax, she would tell me to tongue-fuck her ass, and she would sometimes wonder aloud how it would feel to have me repeat this act with a real cock inside her instead of a fake one. She once giggled, and asked me if I thought Jason would mind if I licked her asshole as he drove his cock into her, adding that this act would make her so excited that her cream would 'run like a river!'.

    In any event, I will continue with the tale, and detail the next carnal, if very unusual, development. As you may recall, each time she coupled with Jason, I picked a card. But luck, as I have said, had deserted me. It was coming up to five long weeks when Angela made an interesting announcement.

    "You remember a little while ago when Vanessa and David dropped in, honey?" she asked.

    I nodded. Something in her tone made my ears prick up.

    Angela continued. "And seeing and knowing I was fondling Jason whilst they were sitting across from us made you really hot?"

    I nodded again. "Yeah - you know how hot it made me..."

    My wife smiled. "Was it because it was done practically openly? Even if Vanessa and David didn't actually see me doing anything?"

    I thought for a few moments. "Yes. To imagine you doing it blatantly in front of me is a very hot thought."

    Angela raised an eyebrow. "Blatantly? You mean like publicly?"

    "Uh-huh," I replied.

    "So - if we got into a situation where Jason and I could act like lovers openly, and also in public, then that would drive you wild?"

    "Yes... Jesus, yes, it would," I confirmed softly.

    My wife smiled. "Okay. Well - I have a little plan, my lover. But I just want to make absolutely sure that you would be perfectly okay with seeing Jason and I really acting like lovers openly and very flagrantly. I mean that you would have to watch Jason kissing and hugging me, and very likely in public, too - and maybe a little more." My wife sent me a level gaze. "Would that excite you?"

    It certainly would! For some reason imagining Angela and Jason be so casual about their intimate relationship made my loins boil - rapidly.

    "Yes, it would excite me... a lot," I told her softly.

    Angela sent me her lascivious smile. "Okay, my little Cuckie. I have a plan for next weekend, which as you know is going to be a long weekend. I've already asked Jason if he will go along with it, and he said no problem." Angela uttered a soft giggle. "In fact, he was very eager to play, my little one! And as an added bonus? We will suspend our little card game, and on Friday you can stop taking your little pills, and - all going well - then on Sunday you can finally have me.... How does that sound?"

    I swallowed softly. Whatever Angela had planned, it was obviously going to be spectacular. I nodded my eager assent.

    My wife smiled again. "Okay - I'll tell Jason it's on for the long weekend..."

    "What are you going to do?" I asked.

    She told me - in lewd, lascivious detail.

    It was all I could do to stop shaking. Her wickedly lecherous imagination had outdone itself, and I looked towards the coming long weekend with both an incredibly amount of excitement and not a little angst...

    *Chapter 15*

    In the dimming light of early evening I stood staring at the magnificent old homestead; it was set in a picture-perfect garden on 20 acres of pristine Australian bushland. The air carried a fragrant, fresh rural tang, and I glanced up into the trees encircling the house; birds perched in the upper branches lamented the approach of night, twittering and squawking. Somewhere in the distance a magpie warbled its long, distinctly beautiful call, a uniquely Australian sound.

    I lowered my gaze back to the house in front of me, my hands on my hips. The house was located just over an hour’s drive from our place on the trendy and rather exclusive east side of the Mornington peninsula. The homestead was one of many in the locality that has been turned into a really good money-spinner – to wit, as a sumptuous and well-equipped weekender rental property. It had been, so the owner had informed me, built in the 1930’s by a businessman for use as a rural holiday retreat for himself and his family. The house was clad in weatherboard, and the exterior was painted in the typical cream and Brunswick green that typified the period in which it was constructed. The inside of the house, however, was totally contemporary; the interior sported all the mod cons, including a six-seater spa, a 60-inch television with matching surround sound system, fully equipped kitchen, and a solid wood four-poster bed in the master bedroom.

    I cast my eye around the place appreciatively once again. It was indeed a charming abode, and I grudgingly admitted that the cost of renting the place for three days was indeed worth the hefty dent it had made in my credit card account. Angela had, in fact, found the place after a search on the Internet; there isn’t much that cannot be Googled these days, so it seemed. She had informed me that she had chosen this house because it was very secluded, yet conveniently near to several major towns – which suited her purposes extremely well, as you will see.

    It was currently early Thursday evening, and Angela, Jason and I had arrived at the house about fifteen minutes ago. Angela had previously informed family and friends via email that she and I would be going away for the long weekend, but she had left the details hazy. She had also chosen this locality because she was aware that nobody we knew frequented this particular area; as always, she made sure to take care of the small details.

    So – as you may already have guessed, my wife’s devious little plan was for us to spend three days in this tranquil little haven. I knew, however, that for me at least the next 72 hours would be far from tranquil; Angela’s plan called for what was for all intents and purposes a role swap between Jason and myself – Jason would ostensibly become Angela’s ‘partner’, whilst I would simply be the ‘friend’ who was tagging along. The fact that we were extremely unlikely to run into anyone we knew would allow Angela to play this game publicly.

    It had crossed my mind that this was perhaps the ultimate way for Angela to ratify my status as a cuckold; I would have to sit idly by and watch my wife and her lover openly displaying their affection in public, and displaying their lust in private. Angela had hinted that exhibiting their lust in public wasn’t beyond the realms of possibility, either.

    The sudden appearance of Angela strolling out onto the wide patio engaged my attention. My stomach fluttered. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a white tennis shirt. The swell of her breasts caused my gaze to flicker southward for a second or two. She saw me, and approached.

    "Where’s Jason?" I asked with as much nonchalance as I could.

    Angela tossed her head sideward. "He’s just unpacked his overnight bag, and now he’s gone to take a quick shower – so we have a few minutes alone, honey." My wife’s eyes scanned my face, and she smiled. "You still one hundred percent sure you want this, lover?"

    I cleared my throat. "Yes."

    Angela placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned closer. "You know I’m gonna tease you so wickedly this weekend, don’t you? You know that I'm gonna be a teasing little bitch, right?"

    "I sure do." My mouth was suddenly dry.

    My wife kissed me softly, and my cock twitched inside my jeans. "And you realise," she continued, breaking the kiss, "That you’re probably gonna hear him fuck me every night for the next three nights, hmmm?"

    I simply nodded. A waft of her perfume drifted across to me – a scent that I had long since learned to associate with sexual excitement.

    "Annnnd," my wife slowly drawled. "You do know that I’m going to openly kiss him all weekend. And that I’ll probably wear that slinky little bathrobe during the evenings – when I’m sat with Jason on the couch. You remember how thin it is, don’t you? And how easily it slides off my skin? All I’d have to do as I’m sat next to him would be to undo the tie – and it’d slither apart, letting him see my bare tits… is that ok too, honey?"

    My cock felt like someone had just attached a transistor battery to it. I uttered a soft moan, and my wife giggled.

    "Aww, I’m sorry, honey!" she said. "I can’t resist teasing you!" She kissed me again, making it a full open-mouthed kiss. I could feel the soft press of her nipples through her tee shirt against my chest, and again the mesmerizing aroma of her perfume wafted over me. She broke our kiss with almost seeming reluctance.

    "Mmmm… Very nice, Michael," she said softly. "You’re still a great kisser. But I have to tell you that’s gonna be the last time that we'll kiss until Sunday. You sure you’re ready for that?"

    I nodded again. "Yes. And I know it’s gonna drive me out of my mind."

    Angela giggled. "Oooh, you’re absolutely right, my little, little Cuckie – I’ll make sure of it!" Her eyes flashed at me. "Oh! I hope you paid attention to what I just said – ‘We’ won’t be kissing, but you can be sure that ‘I’ will!"

    I uttered a croak, and Angela giggled that sexy little giggle.

    "Come on, honey," she said. "Ready to live out your most wild fantasy?"

    I gulped and nodded softly.

    My wife smiled. "Let’s go, then."

    She turned, and I followed her inside the house.


    Can any man really write a definitive and accurate description of his innermost feelings as he watches his wife - the woman at the center of his world – openly kissing, petting and fondling another man? Can he truly describe the heady whirlwind of lust, desire, envy and sheer angst that sweeps through him as he listens to her gasps and moans of pleasure drifting through 80-year-old walls as another man’s hard cock is eagerly exploring her warm, moist cunt? Is there a way to convey the sensation of being the most turned-on that you have ever been in your whole life – but not have the means to slake one’s own lust? Even worse, what can one do in this situation when one’s wife is determined to tease as much as possible, and to push the boundaries even further than one’s wildest dreams?

    Rhetorical questions, of course – but I am simply trying to convey to you, the reader, just how intense, lascivious and deliciously evil the weekend turned out to be. Angela must have been mulling this weekend for a long time – because the wickedly carnal events that unfolded did not seem like random thoughts; the things Angela did and said were the result of some very intense erotic machinations

    In order to shorten my tale, I will chronicle the events of the next three days in the simplest form that I can.


    The night had passed slowly. It was now 11pm, and although I was fully aware that I was going to witness my wife and her young lover showing open affection for eachother, I was still shocked when Angela slid herself down onto Jason’s lap as he sat on the couch, wrapped her slender arms around his neck, and kissed him. I stood there practically gaping as I watched Jason’s arms slide around her hips and return her kisses with not even a hint of shyness or reservation. A tingle rippled through my flaccid cock as the kiss deepened; I knew well the soft, wet rasp of Angela’s tongue against mine, and the lustful feelings that this intimate contact aroused in me. I wondered if Jason’s cock was hardening as Angela’s nimble tongue slithered into his mouth, licking and exploring; that teasing touch that sent ripples of arousal through me. I watched like a man entranced – which I was.

    My question was answered a few minutes later; the pair exchanged a few soft words, and arose from the couch. Angela turned her head and gazed at me, and her face twisted into a soft smile as she took Jason’s hand and led him towards the master bedroom. My last vision of her was of her sending me a lewd, suggesting wink before the pair disappeared into the bedroom, and the door closed with a resounding thud.

    Several minutes later I heard Jason utter a moan of pleasure that seemed to trickle through the walls. A sudden vision assailed me; my wife sat on the bed, her full, pouty lips sliding sensuously up and down her lover’s large, twitching cock, taking his hardness into her mouth, her eyes half closed in rapture. I sat myself down in a daze; my head cocked (pun intended) and my heart pounded as I strained to listen. A few minutes later a rhythmic thumping resounded – a sound that I actually felt more than heard; the wickedly lewd intonation of a bed being subjected to the intense exertions of two people making hard, passionate love upon it. I pictured my wife naked on the bed, her long, smooth legs jerking and bucking as her young lover drove his hard, hungry cock into her. I stifled a moan as I wondered if he was whispering teasing endearments in her ear – such as how I was probably panting as I listened to their lovemaking, or asking her if she was excited to know that her husband – the man who’s place he was taking – was outside listening in vain, his own cock limp and defeated, as he took her. In my imagination, Angela giggled in lecherous excitement, and told him that the thought made her soooo fucking wet…

    My own cock remained defiantly flaccid – the medication working its frustrating magic. It did, however, twitch and quiver – almost as if it was delighted at my wife’s faint gasps and moans. The steady knock, knock, knock issuing from the master bedroom was almost hypnotic, and with not inconsiderable shock I realised that I was literally adding unspoken encouragement to my wife’s lover – thoughts of urging him to fuck her, to drive his hard, thick cock into her, and to take her in ways that I never had, and never would, and make her climax over and over again danced through my mind, adding to the overload of carnality.

    When Jason’s long, earthy groan announced his climax, I silently hoped that Angela had those long, sexy legs of hers locked around his hips, and that her creamy cunt clutched his throbbing cock, and that his cum was so abundant that it overflowed her moist crevice and slithered down into the crack of her ass. In my minds eye, I watched it trickle with deliberate slowness, covering her anus in a slippery, pearly stream… I had a sharp thought about licking it from her as she cooed encouragement, her beautiful face alive with excitement, her hand gliding through my hair, guiding me, giggling and telling me to lick her clean. In my imagination her soft voice was laden with teasing excitement: "Lick my ass clean... Lick! Lick it!… tongue-fuck me… lick all of his cum from my asshole… Licckkk ittttttt… Cuck-ieeeeee"

    With a start I shook myself from my self-induced daze. My cock twitched again – seeming to mock me. I went to bed soon after – the echoes of my wife’s squeals of pleasure dancing through my mind…


    Although the situation was perfectly apparent, nobody discussed it openly. Jason was still the personable young man, and Angela treated me with all dignity. But we all knew that the status quo had been altered. Angela made sure to lavish a little more attention on Jason than usual, and she often held my gaze – and it said: He is my Lover… He is the one fucking me… He is the one who’s going to take me to bed tonight, and enjoy your pussy, the pussy that’s supposed to be yours – and I am going to enjoy every single second while you and your soft, useless little dick cant do anything to change it…

    Friday passed rapidly. The three of us spent the day shopping and visiting some of the quaint little places offered by the locality. We drove to Mornington, and Angela made it a point to hold Jason's hand as they strolled along the main street; this sight was uncannily erotic for me, and my cock twitched as a walked behind the pair. After we got back to the house late in the afternoon, Angela called a local restaurant and made a reservation for three people.

    Whilst Jason was using the bathroom, my wife strode over to me; she smiled softly. "Are you okay with everything, Cuckie?" she asked. I noted that she used the word Cuckie instead of Michael.

    I nodded. "Yeah. Jesus, Angie... it's driving me wild!"

    Angela giggled. "I know it is. Did you hear us fucking last night?"


    "He's gonna fuck me again tonight. You know that, right?"

    I drew a sharp breath and simply nodded.

    My wife grinned and decided to give the erotic knife a twist. "He's such a good fuck, Cuckie. His cock is soooo much better than yours - and bigger, too - even when you can get that lil' knob of yours hard." She leaned close to me. "I love him fucking me, Cuckie. Did you hear how he made me scream for him?"

    I swallowed and simply nodded again. The soft buzz trilled through me.

    "I climaxed three times last night just from him fucking me," my wife softly announced. "And it was so hot to think of you out here, climbing the walls as you listened to me getting fucked! Did you know how creamy it made me, Cuckie?"

    "N-No," I stammered. "I didnt know!"

    My wife's face was split by another sexy grin. "Well - just know that it made me soooo hot to know that you were out here listening to everything... listening to me getting fucked! It made me giggle... Jason giggled about it too!" Her tinkering laugh simply added to the erotic furnace.

    "J-Jason giggled about it?" I asked.

    "He did! He told me that it was so wild to know that you - my husband - were out here as he fucked me - and that he knew you couldn't even get that weeny little dick of yours hard, even if you wanted to! He loves my 'married' pussy!"

    I uttered a soft moan. My wife giggled.

    "But don't worry, Cuckie," she told me as she reached for her cigarettes. "You wont be taking your medicine tonight, and so by late Saturday or Sunday you can get that lil' dicklet of yours hard enough to fuck me." She lit her cigarette and smiled sweetly at me. "In the meantime? You'll sit here and watch as my hot, hard lover does all the things that you want to do to me!"

    I was attempting to answer her when Jason returned to the room. Angela winked at me, and that was that.

    We departed for the restaurant just before 7:00pm. Angela 'suggested' that I drive, and so I did - with my wife and her lover in the rear seat. I could hear them whispering and giggling as I drove. The meal was delicious, but not as delicious as watching my wife flirt with her young lover. My cock trilled in flaccid excitement as I watched them flirt and tease eachother – and tease me into the bargain. At one point Angela fixed her long, sexy gaze on me and smiled. Her expression begged something, and – looking closely – I could see her right shoulder rising and falling slightly. Then it occurred to me – she was caressing Jason’s cock through his pants right there at the table. My wife's soft grin became wider when my expression announced that I realised what she was doing. Jason also glanced at me with a soft grin, and it was clear that he was enjoying the situation.

    We returned to the house at about 10:00pm. I tried my best to be nonchalant, but Angela made sure to let me know who would be in her bed tonight. The pair sank into the soft confines of the couch, and petted and kissed. I tried to make myself inconspicuous on the other chair – but my gaze was constantly drawn to my wife and her lover. They spoke in soft whispers that I couldn’t hear – and at one point Angela darted her gaze at me and smiled.

    A few minutes later, Angela leaned back. Jason also leaned back into the couch, cleared his throat, and glanced at me.

    "So," Jason began. "You like being a cuckold, Michael?"

    My heart hammered. My eyes slid over to Angela, and her expression was placid and cool – but her eyes sparkled in poorly concealed excitement; she clearly knew that something was going to happen, and I had a good idea that she had instigated it

    I looked back to Jason. "Yes." I replied. Inwardly, I was panting.

    Jason smiled, showing his boyish grin. "Angie tells me that you love knowing I’m fucking her. That you get off knowing that I have a bigger cock, and that I can fuck her until she screams… is that right?"

    My heart gave a sudden double thump. I could feel my face flushing – but the sheer surreal carnality of the situation bore me like a twig tossed into a rushing torrent. I was drawn into the moment.

    "Yes," I repeated.

    Jason chuckled. "Well, you know that I've been fucking her for a while, right? You realise that I’ve fucked her while you were at work… come over to your house, fucked your hot, sexy wife in your bed?"

    I nodded. My heart pounded.

    "Do you like me fucking your wife?" Jason asked.

    "Yes." I felt like I was miles away - but I wasn't... this man was fucking my wife - and I did like it.

    "And you know that I am going to fuck her again tonight, don’t you?" Jason continued in a conversational tone. "That soon, I’m going to get up from this couch, and me and her are going to go into the bedroom, and your wife is going to suck me - then fuck me. How does that make you feel?"

    Time stood still. "It makes me hot," I replied in a voice that sounded far away.

    Jason uttered a soft laugh. "Yeah – I’m sure it does. You can’t get a hard-on, can you? No, don’t raise your eyebrows – Angie's told me all about the medication you use. Your cock's gonna be soft for another day or so yet. Deal with it..." He laughed again and changed tack. "Did you hear me fucking your wife last night?"

    I nodded. The surreal feel of the situation flooded over me again.

    "Did it excite you? Did you like hearing me bang your horny wife?" Jason asked.

    "Yes." My words were virtually drawn out of my by the carnality of the situation, and I was now powerless to stop them.

    Jason grinned. "So - you liked hearing your hot little wife screaming as I fucked her?"

    "Jesus, Yes!" I panted

    "How much?" Jason slid his hand towards Angela and cupped her right breast as he asked this question.

    "Very much… I wanted you to cum in her!" I blurted.

    Jason smiled. "Did you? Well - I did; I blew my load deep inside your wife’s hot, wet, hungry little pussy. Didn’t I, babe?" he turned to Angela

    Angela grinned. "Yes – you did… I loved it!" Angela's soft, tittering giggle nearly made me cum right then. My heart felt like it was going to explode.

    "So," continued Jason, turning his gaze back to me. "I shot my cream in her. I creamed this delicious little lady - I fuckin' drove my cock deep in her, and blew my load. And you know what, Michael?"


    "I’m gonna fuck her again tonight, too. And I’m gonna cum inside her again. But – you are gonna ask me."

    "Ask you?" I was slightly confused – but I kind of knew what was coming. My pulse throbbed in my ears.

    Jason smiled. "You are going to formally and officially ask me to fuck your wife. And ask me to cream her – to shoot my load deep inside her hungry, hot, wet, tight little cunt,"

    I could feel my chest heaving. I glanced over to Angela. Her pretty face was tilted, and her eyes sparkled.

    "Ask him," Angela said sweetly. Her pretty face transformed into a bitchy leer. "Now! Ask him! If you wanna cum this weekend, you ask him!"

    I swallowed. "Please fuck my wife, Jason… Please cum in her!"

    Jason chuckled. "My pleasure… Cuckie…" I must have raised my eyebrows as this word slipped from his lips, because Jason quickly raised a palm towards me and added: "’Cuckie’ – that’s what Angie calls you, isn’t it? Very apt, I think – ‘cause that’s what you are, aren’t you?… a cuckold. A man who lets his wife fuck other men… and that’s what you do – you let me fuck this hot little lady… Cuck… Cuckie… Chucky…. I think Angela and me should call you ‘Chucky’ from now on… not quite perfect, but near enough." He turned to my wife. "Waddaya think, babe? ‘Chucky’ the Cuckie a good name for Mr. Cuckold over there?"

    Angela giggled. "Perfect!" She giggled again and looked at me. "Chuck the Cuck! When we are out in town, Chuck or Chucky will be a wonderful name for him…"

    My hands began shaking. This conversation was so surreal. I gulped – but I realised I was loving this. My flaccid cock quivered.

    Jason turn back to me and laughed. He then sang, using the Rickie Lee Jones tune of the famous song. "'Chucky's innn lovveeee!' Well, Chucky – me and your hot little lady are gonna go hit the hay – but the only thing hit will be your wife’s creamy lil' cervix! It'll be covered in my cum a lot..." He smiled at his own joke. "But - you’ve asked me to fuck this delicious babe – and who am I to deny you?" He glanced at Angela. "Wanna go fuck, baby?"

    My wife smiled and licked her lips. "Ooohhh yeah – you know I do!"

    Jason laughed softly and rose to his feet. "Ok." He glanced down at me. "Well, Chuck? Your hot, sexy wife and me are goin’ to bed. I hope you listen real good this time – we’re gonna fuck a lot longer than last night…"

    And so they did. I sat there listening to their lovemaking for an hour.

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