A Husband Further Learns His Place

PART FOUR:

The first time they were together was at our company bbq at my boss’s house. We were at a huge party, tons of people there. Many were his clients. When my boss met my wife for the first time I could tell he liked her, openly complimented her on the shorts she was wearing. They were short to say the least and tight. She always dresses much sexier than most women, not openly slutty but hot. The entire time at the party he paid a lot of attention to her and after being there several hours I noticed the two of them had disappeared. I went into the house to see where’d they gone off to and after wandering around, going near the basement door, I heard my wife. I heard her laughing, softly.

I didn’t think anything of it, though others were downstairs. I walked down the stairs and came up on my boss and my wife, her back to me…his hand clearly on her ass. She was leaning up against him and she was telling him she’d love to see him again…she was giggling like a girl. I could see his hand up under her blouse, on her right breast. When I walked down she quickly pulled away, saw his hand fall out from her top. I couldn’t believe what happened next. She stared, more glared at me…”Are you spying on me!” She stood next to him. “No dear.” I answered…”I just wondered what happened to you.” She moved slightly closer to him…”Well now you know, I’m talking with Jim….was talking with him until you interrupted us.”

Her hair was messed up and I saw for the first time his fly was down…and his cock bulged in his pants, plainly see the hard-on he had. “We’ll be done here in a minute. Would you be a good husband and get my purse…my make up is in it. Don’t come back down here…just leave it at the top of the stair. Hurry along, baby…I’ll be upstairs to join you in a minute. Go!” He smiled at me. She watched as I, shocked by what I’d walked in on, just mumbled “Yes, dear.” I went back up stairs, stunned. The rest of the party I was like a zombie, just sort of going through the motions.

Wasn’t sure but thought my wife had just done something she’d never done before, had just been playing with my boss in his home basement…she said nothing to me the rest of the party about it. My boss ignored me too. He said as they both came back upstairs…”I like your wife, a lot. A real lot.”…I heard her giggle, she looked back at him. She said nothing. When we left the party I was embarrassed to see him kiss her on the lips as we left. She still said nothing. Until we were in the car on the way home…

“I’m going to see him again.” She sat and calmly watched the scenery go by as we drove home. “He touched something in me, turned me on like you haven’t been able to do. You’ll get used to it.” She watched as I started to cry…”I told him you were submissive to me, told him I decided a long time ago I’d see others if I wanted to. I think that shocked him…he’ll get used to it. I told him you’ll get used to it too…I’ll help you through it, baby. You’re my husband.” She moved closer to me. “And you know you will get all hot and bothered thinking about the things I do for him, all the dirty little things I do with him, baby…come on, you’ve been a submissive little fuck for me for some time. I know this turns you on. He’s perfect! He’s the one we’ve both been fantasizing about and looking for.”

She reached down and started playing with me…”Oooooooo, see…makes your little dick want to get hard, doesn’t it.” She moved close to my ear…”I didn’t fuck him, if that’s what you’re worried about. I wouldn’t do that on the first date baby, I’m not a whore, not yet anyway.” She laughed. “On the second date, for sure, can’t wait. I did go down on him, he was so hard, he had to cum…what else was I do to. I couldn’t very well say ‘no’, could I? He did that thing all men do; he had that huge wet spot at the top of his cock. I had my hand on it when you walked in. You came down just as I was about to take it out of his pants. And he was so cute…he begged me to suck it.” She smiled as she was talking, thinking out loud…”He’s a real good kisser, got me all wet.

He got rock hard as soon as he kissed me, I mean rock hard, not like you, took me in his arms and I felt his dick up against my leg. But I told him I wouldn’t fuck him, not until we had a proper date. Told him I wanted to be alone with him, could get all messy and not have to worry about going back up stairs to a house full of guests. So I sucked him. I told him I’d hurry, went to my knees and made him cum in real fast. He was very pleased, baby, very pleased. You know I’m real good at that, even when I don’t take my time.” She pinched me through my pants. Oooo, your little dick is getting hard, Mama can feel it!” She unzipped my pants, put her hand inside…”And he’s big, not like you. I couldn’t get him all in my hand like I can your little thing.” She covers my semi erection with her hand…” I couldn’t get it all in my mouth either, baby. He’s real big. I like that. You should be happy for me; I’ve found a real man. You know you got you all turned on by talking about that before, fantasize Mama with güvenilir bahis a real man.” She laughed, loud…”He’s the one, baby!”

She took her hand off of me…went back to her side of the car. “You’re not going to cum baby…we both know that makes you an unmanageable less than submissive little fuck.” She stared at me. “Put your hand inside your pants!” I did as she told me…”Don’t you dare cum, baby. Just play with yourself. Now tell me you want me to fuck your boss. Come on; tell Mama…you can do it.” She glared at me…”Tell me!” She turned her body toward me, put her arm on the car seat, she stared hard at me.

“I want you to fuck my boss.”…I was crying softly…

“What?? I don’t believe you…don’t believe what I’m hearing! Convince me. Sounds like you’re not sure about this.” She patted the back of my head…

“I want you to fuck my boss, Mam…I do, please fuck my boss…” My face turned bright red…”please, please, please…” I started to cry.

“Okay.” She laughed, laughed out loud. “Good, real good boy, I’m glad you want me to be with him…because I want to be with him too. He’s hot. He makes me want to go to him now. I’m going to talk with him later, on the phone. He told me to call him, gave me his cell number.” She looks out the window…”And he fucking makes me laugh, the man says funny things, that’s important to a woman. Had me laughing as soon as he got into the kitchen, before he took me down to his basement office, the man is fun. And he can French kiss, go me so wet the minute he grabbed me and put his tongue in my mouth…never met a man that kisses like that. And that’s important too; a man should be a good kisser….mmmmmmmm”. She was thinking…”When I met him we both knew…he had that look. I got a little wet the moment you introduced me to him, felt it then.”

That’s when it all started. That’s when my life as her real cuckold started.

The rest of the way home she said nothing…

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PART FIVE:

“Come on, baby…you know that feels good. Oooooo, Mama’s little boy…I love doing this for you.” She sits on the edge of the chair. Her ‘reward’ chair, that’s what she calls it. She usually sits in that chair when she plays with my penis or watches me masturbate for here.

I’m standing in front of her, hands behind my back like she insists on when she gives me my reward. I grip my cheeks tight, spread them slightly. She holds my penis just below the head in her right hand…holds it between her thumb and second finger. She runs the tip of her index finger around the head…runs it over the hole…I whimper, moan, she drives makes me crazy for her like this, she knows it…

“Ah, that’s it…yes!” I start to get hard. She took my chastity tube off, tossed it to the floor; it sits on the floor next to her chair. “Come on, baby. I know you love this…and I know you love me. Tell me.”

“I love you, I really do…” I speak through my tears…she smiles up at me…

Five minutes ago I was on my knees, facing the front door, naked with a pile of clothing roughly tossed into my face. She was standing over me, glaring down at me. Scolding me for a jealous fit, yelling at me for questioning her…”You fucking little shit…do you want to leave??? Do you??? There’s the door, little boy. You and I both know that you’ll come back, that is if you have the balls to leave…begging me to take you back. Do you think another woman, any real woman, wants a little submissive like you? That little dick of yours is no bargain, baby…do you think you could ever be so fucking lucky as to find another Mistress like me, one that know your sissy little perverse desires? Do you??!??” She slapped the side of my face so hard I cried out. “Put your fucking clothes on and leave!” She opened the door…anyone walking by could clearly see me kneeling naked at the door…”Do it…fucking get out!!” She slapped me again…I began to cry, sob heavily…started to beg her to forgive me, to please forgive me…

I questioned her. Asked her why she had to do whatever he wanted, I asked her why she now had to not only see him once or twice a week but now see him and whoever else he wanted her too, why she had to see more men than just him…I was so jealous I lost control. I asked why she had to be gone sometimes three four times a week. She went to the closet, I know what she was going to do…I asked her not to do it. I said I loved her and missed her when she was gone, worried about her. She took the clothing out of the drawer, walked to the front door and threw them down on the floor. She screamed at me to dress and leave, screamed so loud I thought the neighbors could hear her. I knelt in front of the door, started to cry. Tried to explain…she slapped me, slapped me hard…I broke down, cried so hard…begged her not to make me leave…

She walked to the reward chair, sat and watched me sob.. “I know this is very hard for you. That’s all part of it, baby. I know you know that. And I know you can handle it…it’s our life. Tell me you know that.”

“I know that, Mam.”

“Good. güvenilir bahis siteleri I want to help you through this. It’s important to me. I love you. I love what you are to me…for me. I’m going help you with all of it. You know that. Come and stand for me. Come here, baby.” She sat forward on the edge of her chair…

“That’s a good boy, that little penis standing up as best it can.”, she laughs…”I know that feels real good. Let me do the real special thing for my baby…the special secret he doesn’t know about”, she leaned forward…”Well?” She was inches from my semi erect penis…

“Please, please…oh…Please…do it, please Mam…please”

She smiled up at me, “Our dirty little secret, baby…”, and then put it into her mouth. As she sucked me slowly I closed my eyes, could feel the tears on my cheeks…

The pile of clothing still at the door…the front door she pushed closed…standing in front of her now…I started to cry again, softly…she sucked me to the point of complete erection…standing with my hands behind my back holding both cheeks of my rear open…the position she insists for reward time…naked in front of her, completely naked in her home, her clothed…in control…I never wanted to leave her, ever…I want to please her…please her…

“If he knew I did this for you he’d be upset with me…and probably you too…you know he told me to never do this again for you…” she took her mouth off of me, looked up at me as she said it…”You really do have a cute little dick, baby…like a little boy…I like that, small…mommy likes that, can get the entire thing in my hand and all of it in my mouth if I want to. My boyfriend is so much bigger, don’t want to hurt my little man’s feelings but he is. I can’t even get it all into my mouth like I can with you, can only get about half of his in my mouth…I hardly feel yours when I reward you like this.”…she put me back into her mouth…started pumping me slow, driving me crazy, she had me pushed all the way into her mouth, was pumping so slow, driving me crazy…

The phone rang…

She stopped immediately and stood. I looked at her, felt panic…felt like screaming…’please…don’t stop…please…’ as she walked to the dining room. She picked up the phone. She giggled into it…it was him. She said something I couldn’t understand that then turned toward me…”Baby, I need you to be a good boy, pick up your clothes, put them back where they belong and then I think it would be very good idea if you spent some quiet time in the basement…think about what happened with your lapse in attitude, your little tantrum. Don’t you? And put that little cock harness back on…we both now what you’ll do with it off.” She stood and stared at me, watched as I locked myself back into my chastity tube. I knew he could hear her telling me to that…

“Yes Mam. Thank you, Mam.” As I went to the door, bent to pick up my pants, shirt and shoes…the ‘outfit’ I get if I walk out the door, the only thing she said she’d let me take if I left, I hear her talk to him, talk to him like she belongs to him, talk to him like she wants to see him right now…be his…I hear her say…”Stop, you’re too cruel…I’m not going to say that to him.”, she laughs into the phone…turns to me, looks at me. I hurry to the basement door. Hear her say to him…”You know I’ll do that for you. Tell him I can be a good girl…or a very bad one..” She started to laugh. “I like it, set it up, baby. Tell him if he likes he can call me direct here at home to discuss details, give him my phone number. I’d rather go to his hotel room, though, might scare him to see my little sissy crawling around here naked. Not all men as open minded as you, Daddy.”…hear her laugh into the phone again…

I walked to the basement stairs, could hear her talk to her lover…all the way.

In the basement I can hear her muffled talking on the telephone, through the floor, on my knees thinking about her…crying, thinking about almost losing her…thinking about my little dick still being semi hard and wanting to cum, locked up in the chastity tube her lover bought for me…but not letting that happen without her permission…thinking about what she just did for me. Thinking about not losing my submissive edge, the attitude she loves in me…thinking about being ashamed, embarrassed…about not being able to ever stop doing that…thinking about only wanting to please her, feel her hand reward me…

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PART SIX:

After the incident at the bbq, the party at my boss’s house, I dreaded going to the office on Monday. She talked with him after the party, after we got home. Talked to him in the bedroom with the door closed, they talked for over an hour. Then he called her on Saturday too. She said nothing to me about the conversation…just smiled at me, knew I was beyond curious and apprehensive. She also dressed super hot on Saturday when we went out to dinner, openly smiled at men in the restaurant. She was becoming the ‘new’ her, she was becoming the Mistress she is to me. Monday iddaa siteleri morning at work I felt all eyes on me. They weren’t but it felt like it to me. I didn’t see my boss all day; his office is a floor up from mine. I work in the accounting office. I rarely see him. At 3pm he called me…had his secretary call and tell me he wanted to see me in his office…my throat choked up. I felt my face turn red, felt dizzy as I stood and walked to the elevator…

“Sit down.” He closed the door behind me. I sat across from his desk. “This is awkward…I guess you know what this is about. I know you know what happened at my house last Friday.” He stared at me. Then he just said it. “I’m going to start fucking your wife.” He smiled…”I never thought I’d say anything like that…” he laughed loudly. “Seriously, this is not easy for me now either. I know that you answer to her, know the type of relationship you have with her, she told me about you and your fantasies in detail…and I know after talking with her that you two will work it out. I want you to know that if you can’t handle it here, in front of me, you are free to leave, free to quit my company.” He stared at me. “But I’m going to start seeing her. She and I both want that, whether you stay or go.” He leaned back in his chair. “And I think if you have to start looking for another job she’ll be disappointed with you. We talked about that too.”

I felt tears come to my eyes but I didn’t cry. I looked at the floor. “I guess I really don’t have anything to say about it. And I’ve never been in this position, ever.. I know she wants another man, for sex. She is very dominant and has told me she would do this when the right man came along.”…he interrupted me…

“I’m the right man. You can trust that or you can leave. It’s up to you. I want you to stay. You do good work around here.” He leaned forward. “But after Friday, I have to see that girl. I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman more than I want to fuck her. The thought of her on her knees at my house…fuck, I jacked off to that at least ten times, get hard just thinking about it now. I wanted to fuck her then, so bad. She told me to be patient, I am.” He smiled. “I’m seeing her tonight. First date, first real date, I know there’ll be many more. You up for this, can you handle it?” He stared…

“I guess I have no choice.” I looked at him.

“What?” He smiled.

“Yes Sir.” I heard him laugh out loud again as he stood.. “Good. She told me about the way you asked her to do it, to go with me, in the car on the way home. I liked that. She said that turned her on very much. I’m kinda kinky, I kinda like that too.” He laughed…I felt my stomach turn. “Ask me to do it.” He stares.

“Please fuck my wife. Please Sir, fuck my wife…” He laughs out loud again, I feel my face burn bright red.

“And you’re right…you don’t have anything to say about this. We’ll develop that as we move forward. I could get very used to this. I know she will. She’s a very ready girl; I could tell by the way she used that tongue on me.” He looked through me. “I think that about wraps it up.. You can go back to work. And don’t worry, nobody will ever know about this around here…unless you tell them. I won’t. And I won’t do anything out of line, count on it. I just want that woman! She’s very hot and I know she has not been getting what she needs from you. She told me all about that too. Our secret is safe.” He walked to the door. As he opened it he said, “You keep being a good husband to that woman. She loves what are to her, very much.”

I stood and walked out, looked at his secretary as I walked by…she smiled, looked away. I know she heard his last sentence. I felt my face flush and I almost passed out.. She knew…even if she didn’t it felt like she did. I kept walking. Then I heard him tell her to get my wife on the phone and heard him close his door…

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PART SEVEN:

“Come here, baby…” she’s yelling loudly…”Baby, where are you?” I can hear her from down stairs, doing laundry…I drop that run up to her bedroom. I strip as soon as I enter the house from work; she demands that, no clothing in the house. It’s the day my boss called me into his office, presented with the ultimatum about her…they are going out tonight, first date…I’m in a state of shock. I hurry to her…

She’s kneeling on the bed looking back over her shoulder into her mirror. She’s wearing only a white robe, it’s pulled up over her back, no panties…bare rear, looking at herself in the mirror. She’s beautiful. “Baby, there’s some K-Y jelly on the stand there, see it?”

“Yes Mam.” I look to her left, she’s pointing…

“You’re going to do something for me. And you’re not got to ask a ton of pestering questions and no back talk.” She stares at me. “You’re gonna help Mama get real slippery, don’t ask, just do what I tell you to do. Take that tube put some K-Y on your fingers, enough to make my asshole super slippery but do NOT make a mess all over my rear end! I want my rear very lubricated…but I also want to be cute, be clean so that when I don’t slide all over the place when I sit. And I do NOT want to make a mess, stain my panties. Are you clear on what I want? Real slippery, no stains, got it?” She bends down with her elbows lowered, pushing her rear up and out. “Well?”