SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

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Part 6…

“I’m pretty sure Randy knows about the three wishes rule.”

“How is that possible after only Saturday and Monday?”

“It was actually Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday.”

“Four days in a row. I thought the limit was two?” I asked, dumbfounded by this new information.

“I can only say no after they get sex two days in a row. I can’t tell you what happened when, but he gets wishes again today.”

“Wait. So, Sunday, something happened, at it wasn’t sex. And Randy had sex with you on Monday and Tuesday?” I asked lamely, trying to piece everything together in my head, as I remembered when we had been separated on Sunday and whether she had left the house during the day on Tuesday. I then remembered she had gone out Tuesday night for something, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what. It didn’t matter because the real reason was to come here to have sex with Randy. My cock was aching terribly in its confines.

“I wish I could tell you, but I’m afraid we might get in trouble for what you know already.”

“It’s fine, I love you,” I said as we pulled into the parking lot of Intimate Treasures. Friday night was a much busier time for a sex shop than a Saturday afternoon. There were about ten cars in the parking lot, and I got a sense of dread knowing most of the patrons were likely to be men. If any of the men in there asked anything of Emily, she would have to do it. Then I had a thought. Emily knew where Randy lived, so according to Butch’s rules, she didn’t have to do anything sexual for a guy if Randy was present.

As we walked through the door, four men were visible in the store. Randy and a cute young blonde girl were behind the counter. I guess it made sense that there would be more than one employee working a Friday night. With ten cars in the lot, I expected to see more people in the store than the four employees and two customers, but I knew the showroom only occupied about half of the space, meaning there was a considerable amount of space I hadn’t seen yet.

Emily and I were holding hands as we approached the counter, where Randy was watching the pretty blonde help a customer make their purchase. Before we arrived at the counter, Randy saw us approaching. He had a concerned look on his face when he saw I was with Emily.

“Hey, Johnny boy, is everything cool?” He asked before he noticed Emily’s outfit, realizing she was wearing exactly what he had asked her to. “Em, it’s even hotter than I remember,” he continued, realizing that I wasn’t a threat if Emily was wearing the dress he had requested. “Come on back here,” he continued, gesturing with his arm to the spot he wanted her.

I released my wife’s hand to allow her to join Randy behind the counter. Emily gave me a peck on the cheek before she took her spot next to Randy. The guy who was making his purchase was riveted to the voluptuous redhead who had just kissed her dorky husband goodbye and joined the slob porn store clerk behind the counter. I felt my cock swell further inside its cage when Randy put his arm around my wife and pulled her in close to him.

” I guess the night with Clyde and Kira ended early?”

“Uh, yeah, I was hoping to talk to you about that,” I said as I watched Emily accept his hand, which was wandering over her body. She looked much more comfortable with his touch than she had just six days ago. She had obviously become accustomed to him taking liberties with her. “Is there somewhere more private we can talk?” I asked.

Just then, a door behind the counter opened and out walked a short, balding, overweight man I recognized. When I say short, I mean short, standing about five feet two inches (157 cm for everyone outside of the US). His hairline had receded well past the centerline of his skull, leaving a shiny half circle of his scalp visible. I recognized him as the owner of this establishment, Jack, whom I had seen multiple times at city council meetings where Emily was leading our church delegation against Intimate Treasures receiving a business license. I never participated in these meetings so that he wouldn’t know me, but he would certainly recognize Emily.

“Emily, my dear. Welcome back,” Jack said, and I got a sinking feeling in my gut when I heard ‘Welcome back’. I saw Emily flinch at the sound of his voice. “This is quite a surprise. Randy told me you weren’t going to make it tonight. Come on back and we’ll get started.”

The transaction with the man next to us was completed, and the cute blonde left the counter area without paying any attention to either me or Emily. Still, the customer remained rooted to his spot, watching the cuckolding scene unfolding right in front of him.

Emily gave me a weak smile before she turned away from Randy’s grasp, only to be groped by this disgusting old man. He was easily as old as Emily’s dad, if not older, and quickly put his pudgy hand on my wife’s ass to escort her into what I assumed was his office. I felt the customer’s judging stare as I allowed my wife to enter the office without me. The office door closed behind them with the clicking of the latch as the only sound. I started walking in that direction, unsure of what I was going to do, but not wanting to leave Emily alone with someone we didn’t even know.

“I wouldn’t do that. He has cameras everywhere in here, and the monitors are located in his office. He’ll see you standing outside his door,” Randy said. “Come on, let’s walk and talk,” Randy said as he grabbed a paper bag from under the counter before heading into the store.

I followed behind him numbly as he traversed the aisles, picking up items and talking.

“I bet you and Em were laughing your asses off at how long it took me to figure out your little three wishes thing. I’m right, it’s three wishes, right?” Randy said and asked at the same time.

“I really don’t know anything about it.”

“Come on. You can tell me now. I think I’ve got it all figured out. First, she says ‘yes, sir,’ and second, she says ‘yes, master.’ My problem was that she doesn’t always give me three wishes, and I’m not sure why. I only get one ‘yes, sir’ and then ‘yes, master’. Jack says he always gets two ‘yes sirs’ and one ‘yes master’. I just don’t get why I don’t get all my wishes, and Jack gets all three every time.”

I knew why he only got two wishes; he was fingering her and getting ‘it feels good’ in place of ‘yes, sir’ for one of his wishes, but he wasn’t going to hear it from me.

“You’ll have to tell me what wishes you’re getting and maybe I can figure it out with you,” I said, wanting to hear as many details as I could about his time with Emily.

“Well, Sunday when she came over…”

“When was that?”

“Didn’t she tell you all about this?”

“She gives me tidbits, but it’s never enough.”

I realized how true this statement was. I knew nothing of what Randy had done to Emily aside from the sex she had obviously had with him on Monday and Tuesday. I wanted all the details of my wife’s defilement. I truly am a sick man.

“Well, ain’t that a pile of shit? She’s out fucking other guys and not even telling you about it. You got that cage on tonight?”

“Yes, it’s still on.”

“Still? As in, you haven’t had it off all week?”

“No, I haven’t had it off.”

“Well, shit. You gotta be ready to burst by now. Are you sure you wanna hear this stuff while you’re wearing that thing?”

“I need to hear it.”

“OK, you asked for it. So, I saw her come out of your house Sunday night in that hot little jogging outfit. I called her over, and the next thing I know, she’s naked and sucking my cock. I got to tell you, for a bible thumper, your wife sure can suck a cock like a pro. She took it right down her throat after just a couple of tries. I brought her off twice myself, then when I said I was going to fuck her, she said no. She finished me off with her mouth and swallowed every drop. I only got one ‘yes, sir.’ Why do you think that is?”

I knew exactly why. The slob had kissed and fingered my wife for two of his wishes, but I wasn’t going to clue him in; I wanted to know the rest. “I’m not sure. What happened on Monday?” I asked, thankful that my pad was absorbing the stream of cum flowing inside my panties at that moment.

“I talked her into giving me her cell number on Sunday, so I texted her Monday afternoon to stop by my place, but she said school would be getting out soon. So, then I told her she should stop by here later. I think I only got two wishes on Monday. She said ‘yes, sir’ when I said I wanted to fuck her and a ‘yes, master’ when I told her I wanted to take the condom off and have her finish me with her mouth again. Even after hearing Jack talk about her saying ‘yes, sir’ and ‘yes, master’, I didn’t put your little wish thing together. We both thought she was trying to be submissive.”

“Jack was with her on Monday. Did they have sex?” I asked in a state of shock. My wife had had sex with two guys on Monday night while I sat at home completely clueless.

“Oh yeah. She didn’t string him along at all. He said he had her bent over his desk within seconds of getting her into his office. He said she loved it too. Your wife might pretend to be a straight-up prude in public, but she is one wild fuck when you get her going.”

“What happened Tuesday?” I asked, feeling severe pain in my cock as it pushed against the constraints of the cage.

“Pretty much the same as Monday, except Jack went first, because he’s the boss. But I reckon I like going second better anyway. She was on fire when I got her back to the booth. I let her get on top, and she fucked ol’ Randy nearly to death. I feasted on those big titties of hers the whole time she was slamming that pussy down on my cock.”

“Was that it?”

“Yeah, man. She sort of ghosted me until tonight when she said she had plans with Kira and Clyde.”

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Clyde and Kira are aware of the cage. They might ask you about all of this, even the cuckold thing, but all they know about is the cage. So, I just need you to tell them I bought one, and that’s all you know. Can you do that?”

“Sure thing. Like I said, what happens in Intimate Treasures stays in Intimate Treasures,” Randy said, turning his not-so-clever phrase again.

“Thanks.”

We had made it back to the registers, where Randy began helping a customer who had been waiting there while we were walking through the store’s aisles. As Randy was helping his second customer, with me standing near the counter, looking absentmindedly at a magazine rack, waiting for him to finish, Emily and Jack exited Jack’s office.

Emily’s hair was messy, her face was flushed, and her nipples were prominently visible through her red dress. Her eyes were cast down as they came through the door with his arm around her waist. Their height difference would be laughable had it not been my wife who had just been fucked by this man whose head barely came up to her shoulders in the heels she was wearing.

“You were unbelievable once again. I’m sad to see our time come to an end, but I’m sure Randy here will take good care of you, right, Randy?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve got props today,” Randy said, holding up the bag of items he had picked from the shelves while he was telling me about his time with my wife. Shit! Why hadn’t I paid better attention to what he was doing? I realized I had no idea what was inside that bag.

“Our little minx has a surprise for you, too,” Jack said, obviously alluding to my wife’s newly shaven pussy.

“Ooo. I like surprises. This might take a while, Johnny Boy. You might want to take a seat while you wait,” Randy said as he escorted my wife toward the back of the store and behind a curtain.

“Are you with her?”

“Ummm, yeah. I’m her husband,” I said meekly.

“Well, I can’t thank you enough for sharing that little slut. I’ll tell you, she’s better than any pro I’ve ever been with. I don’t get it, man. What do you get out of it? I’m not complaining, but I don’t get it.”

I already knew my answer to this because Butch had given it to me. “I like to watch.”

“Well, I think I can help with that. Looks like Jenny has this place under control,” Jack said as he glanced around the store. “Come on back”.

As we entered his office, I was hit with the smell of sex. There was sweat in the air and the definite smell of my wife’s arousal, but no musky smell of cum — probably because he had worn a condom. The office was small and dank, with a huge oak desk situated right in the middle, accompanied by a couple of small chairs on one side and a large office chair on the other. There was nothing on the desk, not even a phone. There was a puddle of liquid right near the edge of the left-hand side of the desk.

I immediately understood this puddle was left behind from their copulation, and without the musky smell of cum, it meant this was purely my wife’s juices. The image of Emily lying on this old man’s desk while he fucked her well enough for her to leak a puddle onto his desk jumped into my mind. Had this old man given my wife an orgasm? Was his cock huge? I found myself wishing I could have watched it, and my cock was pressing tightly against the cage anew.

“Oh yeah. She is a gusher when she cums, but you probably know that,” Jack said as he noticed what I was focused on. “There’s more on the floor.”

I looked down at the floor, where another puddle lay. My wife, who barely got wet enough to lubricate with me, was gushing enough to make puddles with this disgusting man, old enough to be her father. Why was this causing my cock to swell so much?

“Here is what I wanted to show you,” he said, pointing to a huge flat screen hanging on the wall of his office behind the two small seats. The TV displayed the feeds from the security cameras in the building. He used a mouse to enlarge one of them to full screen. On the screen, Emily and Randy were in a small room. The room was barely large enough for both of them to stand. There was a small love seat that looked like it had come out of a train car. The whole room looked as if it had been designed to be hosed down with a pressure washer, which I suppose was a good thing, considering its intended use.

“You’re recording them?” I asked incredulously.

“Oh, no. I could get in big trouble for recording that stuff, but I am allowed to monitor what goes on in there as long as I don’t record anything.”

Randy appeared to be setting up a video to play on the screen, while Emily stood nearby, looking nervous. The bag of items he had picked out while I trailed behind him and listened to him telling me about his time with Emily was sitting on the floor next to him.

“I still remember her ranting about this place as a den of sin at the town council meetings, and now she comes around here begging me to shove my finger in her ass so she can cum while I fuck her. I guess it’s true that the uptight bitches are just sluts in denial,” Jack said as Randy continued to fiddle with the video. I didn’t understand why he was trying to get a video playing when my wife was ready and waiting for him. I had no response to Jack’s statement, so I just let it hang in the air while I continued to watch the screen, hoping he would stop demeaning my wife.

“I’ll tell you, I was still pretty pissed about all the money she cost me with her bullshit with the business license that first night she came in. I think the feeling was mutual at first, but after I face fucked her, she lost her attitude right quick. There’s something about gagging on a cock that adjusts a bitch’s attitude. After I gagged her for a little while, she was practically begging me to fuck her,” Jack said as Randy finished getting his video going. I couldn’t see what it was, but he seemed to screw up right from the beginning, as he must have asked for a kiss first.

I was elated that Randy had used one of his wishes on a kiss, but I felt terrible for Emily having to kiss Randy. I had seen him with his fingers in her pussy, but this stirred more jealousy in me than that had. Emily seemed to be keeping an eye on the video Randy had put on while they were kissing. What could he have put on that was so enthralling to her?

The kiss ended very quickly as Emily descended to her knees in front of Randy, who was standing in front of the small couch. Emily was still keeping an eye on the video playing while she freed Randy’s cock from his pants. I found myself wishing the camera had audio and better video quality. I could tell that Randy had an above-average-sized cock. I can tell you that it measures approximately 6.5 inches and is slightly over 5 inches in diameter. It was circumcised with an exceptionally bulbous head. The head appeared to be almost 6 inches in diameter. Emily had to stretch her lips wide to get the head of his hard cock into her mouth.

“This is the best part. I love watching her swallow cock. She has a magic throat, that wife of yours,” Jack said as we both watched Emily inch the giant head further into her mouth until her nose was in Randy’s pubic hair. I was in awe that she had gotten that huge head down her throat. I was also elated that he had wasted a second wish already and hadn’t even gotten any of his goodies from his bag yet. It was going to be enjoyable watching Randy leave that room without getting to fulfill all his perverted plans with my wife.

After a few minutes of the blowjob, Emily looked back at the screen. She then dipped lower and started sucking on Randy’s balls. I wondered whether she had been including this in her blowjobs, or whether it was his last wish. I hadn’t seen her say anything, so it seemed to be the former.

“That’s hot. She’s never sucked my balls. I’ll have to get her to do that next time she comes in,” Jack said, settling the question of whether she included it in her usual blowjobs. Perhaps she just didn’t like the idea of suckling on the balls of someone as old as Jack, I thought.

While she was sucking his balls, Emily continued to stroke his hard cock with her left hand, giving a glint from the diamonds in her engagement ring on every stroke. Seeing that gave my cock a painful surge of blood that almost brought me to my knees.

After a few minutes on his balls, Emily moved further back. She was too far back to be sucking his balls anymore, and I wondered what she could be doing. Jack answered my question with a phrase I had never heard before.

“Holy shit, she’s giving him a rim job.”

“A what?” I asked as I watched my wife move to kneel behind Randy with her face pressed tightly against his ass. Her left hand reached around to continue stroking his cock. It was obvious what she was doing, but it was just too disgusting for me to believe.

“A rim job. You know? She’s eating out his ass. Looks like she’s really getting in there deep, too. Who would have thought that holier-than-thou church lady would be an ass eater?”

I watched in stunned silence as Emily licked and probed Randy’s anus with her tongue, the whole while stroking his cock fervently. By my count, this was Randy’s third wish, and Emily’s ordeal would soon be over.

After a few minutes of demeaning herself, Emily moved back in front of Randy, where she resumed sucking his cock, but now the fingers of her left hand were toying with his asshole. Before long, she was fingering his asshole while she sucked his cock.

“That’s a nasty little slut you got on your hands. Hey, you aren’t one of those cucks who sucks cocks, are you?”

Emily was furiously fingering his ass with her left hand, sucking the huge knob of his cock, and stroking the shaft with her right hand.

“What? Not a chance,” I said, incredulous that he thought I might suck his cock.

Randy had moved his hands to the sides of Emily’s head so he could fuck her.

“I was just asking, because I’m getting a stiffy watching this and thought it would be hot to get my cock sucked by a husband and wife in the same night.”

Emily’s right hand was now cupping Randy’s balls. She was still fingering his ass with her left and her nose was in his pubic hair. Randy was bucking as he ejaculated down her throat.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m completely straight.”

Emily was taking Randy’s entire load right down her throat.

“Maybe you could talk your slut wife into giving me another go tonight? I’ll even let you watch.”

Emily’s hands stopped their work on Randy’s anus and balls. Randy pulled his semi-erect cock out of her mouth and started slapping her cheeks with it.

“Umm, No. Once a night is all you get.”

Emily stayed on her knees in front of Randy, letting him continue to slap her face with his cock. She seemed to be intently watching the video still. He alternated between a back-and-forth cheek slapping motion and an up-and-down forehead slapping motion. I couldn’t believe Emily was taking this humiliation from Randy after he had obviously used all his wishes.

Finally, after a couple of minutes of this degradation, Emily stood up. Randy collapsed onto the couch with his cock still in his hand. Emily started dancing in front of him. She started to seductively raise the dress over her head, giving Randy his first view of her newly shaven pussy. As soon as it came into view, Randy reached out and gave it an appreciative caress with his fingers.

Emily ignored his groping hand as she continued to pull her dress over her head, before casting it aside. Once naked, my wife turned around and shook her ass in Randy’s face before she lowered her ass to his lap. She continued to gyrate her ass on his lap. My wife was performing an awkward lap dance.

“Just look at those melons bounce around. I love chicks with big tits,” Jack commented as we watched her shake her ass on Randy’s bare lap.

I continued my pattern of ignoring Jack’s rude comments about my wife. Randy seemed to have noticed Emily’s breasts bouncing as well. He took a breast in each hand and fondled them as Emily continued twerking in his lap.

This lewd display continued for about five minutes before Emily stood in front of Randy, with her ass in his face, her legs spread wide and bent forward at the waist. She then used her hands to spread her ass cheeks, giving Randy an unobstructed view of her pussy and butt hole. Randy leaned forward and started licking in long strokes. It appeared his tongue was traveling from her clit all the way up to her butt hole.

I again wished for sound, wanting to know if my wife was enjoying this treatment. Without sound, there was little evidence either way. He soon brought his hands into the play. He started fingering her with his left hand, then he did the same with his right hand. The left hand was below the right hand, meaning the fingers of his right hand were in my wife’s ass.

Emily turned her head and said something to Randy. It seemed as though she was saying no. Randy stopped fingering my wife’s holes and paused the video. They seemed to have a back-and-forth until it appeared that Emily acquiesced. Randy then reached into his bag of props and pulled out a silver device that resembled a phallic object, but was shorter.

“Oh yeah. At the butt plug. I bet she’ll love that,” Frank said. My heart sank at the thought of Randy forcing that device into my wife’s ass.

Randy dug around in the bag again, producing a tube of lube, which he used to lube the butt plug before lubing my wife’s ass hole. He then started pushing the huge thing inside my wife’s ass until it was fully seated. By my count, this was Randy’s fifth wish. I didn’t understand why Emily was continuing to subject herself to further degradation at the hands of someone she hated so much.

Randy resumed the video. As soon as it was going again, Emily pushed Randy down on the couch, where she straddled his face and put her head in his crotch. The classic sixty-nine position. Emily was sucking Randy’s cock while he tongued her pussy with a butt plug stuck in her ass. Even without sound, I could see she was writhing in pleasure, often ignoring Randy’s cock as her head rose from Randy’s crotch while she panted.

It was at that moment that something changed with my cock. I was able to achieve an erection inside the cage. I was still pressed firmly against the tip of the cage, but I had a painfully full erection. I was confused but couldn’t investigate it in front of Frank without further embarrassment.

After a few minutes of mutual oral stimulation, they switched positions with Emily lying on the couch. Randy straddled Emily’s chest, placing his cock between her huge breasts, while Emily pushed them together. His cock was hard again as he fucked my wife’s tits.

Just then, there was a chiming noise from an intercom on the wall.

“Damn, just when it was getting hot. Looks like it’s getting busy out there,” Frank said as he switched the monitor back to the feed from the store cameras. Reluctantly, I followed him out of the office and back into the store.

I wandered around the store, waiting for my wife to emerge from the back rooms. It was another thirty minutes before my haggard-looking wife came into view with Randy following closely behind her.

“See you tomorrow,” Randy said as he fondled my wife’s ass right in public. I quickly glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. There were a couple of guys looking her way, but I didn’t recognize any of them. She came right up to me, threw her arms around me, and kissed me deeply. The bitter, tangy taste of cum was on her lips and in her mouth. She had recently swallowed a second load of Randy’s cum.

I waited until we were in the car before I started asking her about the wishes she had given Randy.

“How many wishes did Randy get?”

“He got all three.”

“I watched from Frank’s office for a while, and it looked like he got a lot more than that.”

“Oh my god, you weren’t supposed to see any of that. How much did you see?”

“Right up until he had his penis between your boobs.”

“Oh wow. I’m so sorry, honey. He had a video playing. His first wish was for me to do everything the actress in the video did. It felt like he was abusing the rules, but I couldn’t think of any reason to deny him. So, you saw him put that thing up my butt?”

“Yes. Did it hurt?”

“It’s a little uncomfortable, but….” She said before I cut her off.

“It’s uncomfortable? It’s still in you?”

“Yes, his last wish was for me to leave it in until he takes it out,” she whispered, sounding embarrassed.

“But you can’t see him tomorrow. We have D&D tomorrow.”

“He’s coming to our place at ten o’clock. I told him he can’t stay more than an hour. That still gives us an hour before anyone should get there.”

“What? He’s coming to our house. What about Kira and Clyde? What if they see him?”

“They both work Saturday mornings at the dealer. They usually leave by nine, so we gave plenty of cushion,” Emily said. It was obvious they had given this a lot of thought.

“What about me?” I asked. I felt myself hoping she would say I could watch—and listen.

“Believe it or not, we didn’t talk about you at all.”

“I want to watch,” I said, feeling my cock harden in my cage as I said it.

“Really? It’s humiliating enough having to do these things with Randy, but to do them in front of you would make it even worse. He likes to talk a lot, and it’s very demeaning.”

“I will be there to support you, not judge you. I love you more than ever because you are enduring these indignities for us.”

“John, you need to know…umm….well…you need to be prepared to see me have orgasms doing nasty things I shouldn’t like. I don’t want you to see me like that.”

“You were drunk tonight, so you can’t blame yourself.”

“John, wasn’t drunk or high on Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday, and I become someone else when I’m doing these things. I have become someone with no self-respect. Someone who has orgasms with disgusting men doing disgusting things to me.”

“I love watching you orgasm.”

“I just don’t understand this cuckold fetish of yours, but if that’s what you want, then you can ask Randy, but he seems to get off on making me do things that disgust me. So, I hope you can still love me after watching this.”

“I’ll ask him, and I’ll love you no matter what. Can I see it when we get home?”

“See what?”

“The butt plug.”

“It’s not much to see when it’s in, but sure. Then we’re going to sleep. I’ve had a very long day.”

Looking back on the day, I realized she had endured more in a day than I ever imagined she would ever have to. Fucked by three men she loathes. Two of them had obviously given her orgasms despite her best efforts not to cum and having to fake an orgasm with the other.

As it turned out, she was right; there isn’t much to see when the butt plug is in. The one Randy had put in my wife’s had a pink glittery design. I was amazed at the small, flat, round disc I could see, knowing how much more of the device was inside Emily’s sphincter. I wanted to pull it out to see it up close, but Emily gave me a firm no.

While I was getting ready for bed, I was able to inspect my cage to see what might have changed to allow me to achieve an erection. Nothing with the cage seemed to have changed. The length hadn’t changed, and the ring around my scrotum was still in the same position, but for some reason, I was now able to achieve an erection inside of it when I hadn’t been able to before. I was just happy that my excitement wouldn’t be as painful anymore.

The next morning at 10:00, Randy was a no-show. He rang the bell of the front door about 10:30. He was standing on my step with two big bags of props.

“Hey, Johnny Boy. Is your hot wife ready for me?” Randy said, completely ignoring the fact that he was thirty minutes late.

“Yes,” I said, stepping aside, letting him into the front room where Emily was waiting on the couch. She had dressed in a sexy sheer pink camisole and matching panties. Randy had seen her nude on multiple occasions, but his eyes were fixed on Emily’s barely covered body as though it was his first time seeing her nearly naked form.

“Where do you want to do this?” Randy asked.

“Let’s do it in the spare room. John has something he would like to ask you first,” Emily said, putting me on the spot. Randy stopped eyeing Emily’s body to look at me inquisitively.

“Can I, err, watch?” I asked. I had wanted to sound assertive, but in the moment, it came out sounding as desperate as I felt.

“I kinda thought you might ask that. There won’t be any watching, though. I brought a couple of different bags depending on how you guys wanted this to go down,” Randy said, holding up his two black bags of goodies. “In one of them is stuff for Ems here. In the other one is some special cuckold husband stuff and a DVD named humiliated cuckold husbands. Are you sure you want to join us?”

“Umm…” I started before Emily interrupted me.

“That sounds perfect. Humiliation turns him on,” Emily said, sounding excited. I couldn’t believe my wife had just shared this intimate information with our neighbor’s disgusting, freeloading brother. He didn’t need to know that being humiliated turned me on. My cock swelled to a full erection inside the cage as soon as she said it, though.

Emily stood to lead the way to the back of the house, her panties-covered ass swaying seductively. The sparkly pink disc of her butt plug flashed into view from time to time as she walked. As we arrived in the spare room, Randy said, “Ok, just show me the DVD player”.

“Oh shit. There’s not even a TV here. John, where do we have a DVD player?” Emily asked.

We hadn’t done anything with a DVD in years, but still had a player in our bedroom because I had been too lazy to disconnect it. “In our bedroom.”

Emily led the way towards our bedroom and our marital bed. I know Emily had fucked Leroy in our marital bed multiple times, but it felt so much worse for Randy to have my wife in our marital bed while I watched.

Randy handed me the DVD. On the cover was a picture of a white man kneeling before a huge black man. The white man was wearing a black dog collar and leash. The leash was in the black man’s hand. The other arm of the big black man was around the waist of a white, blonde woman wearing a tight red dress, black stockings, and stiletto heels. I turned the DVD over to look at the back and instantly felt a sick feeling in my stomach. There were about 20 small stills from the DVD. The first one I saw showed the white man with the tip of the black guy’s huge cock in his mouth while the wife was licking the thick shaft.

‘Nope. No way I was going to suck Randy’s cock’ I thought as I put the DVD into the player. ‘Emily would certainly understand that it was different for me than it was for her,’ I rationalized. It was too late to back out on watching them at this point. I planned to balk when it got to the point of having to do anything gay. I was under no obligation to grant any wishes today, so I could simply say no, and Emily would need to understand.

After getting the DVD in and the TV on, I turned around to see Randy emptying the contents of his bags onto the bed. I spotted a leash and collar in the pile of props he had brought with him, and I had a pit in my stomach, and my cock started leaking into my panty liner. It was at that point that I realized I would probably be taking my clothes off in front of Randy, and he would see that I was wearing panties. Pink ones that matched Emily’s outfit, as she had chosen them for me this morning.

There was a list of four titles to choose from. Sissy Husband Services Both of Them, Cum Eating Husband, They Both Like Anal and Pegged Husband.

“I’ve got all the props we need for Pegged Husband. I wish that you both would do everything that the husband and wife do in this video,” Randy said.

“Yes, sir,” Emily said.

“I umm don’t have to grant any wishes,” I said, trying and failing once again to sound assertive.

“I see. Emily, I wish that you would make your husband do everything the husband does in the video,” Randy said.

“Yes, sir.”

“Great. Give me the remote and let’s get into our costumes,” Randy said as he reached the bed for a yellow negligee, garters, and stockings and threw them towards me. “This one’s for you, Johnny Boy, and Emily; you’ll be nude to start this one”.

Emily quickly shed her panties and camisole. I hoped this was eagerness to get this over with and not eagerness to get started. I decided to be quick about undressing, hoping Randy wouldn’t notice the panties and pad as I pulled my pants and panties down in one fluid motion. Unfortunately, the panties got stuck at my knees while my pants continued to drop to the floor.

“Oooh, sexy panties you got there, Johnny Boy. I like how you two match,” Randy said with a little chuckle. My cock lurched in the cage, spewing fresh cum that dripped into the gusset of the panties suspended between my knees. “Looks like you sprung a leak there, little fella,” Randy noted. I tried to ignore his laughter as I removed the rest of my clothes.

I put the negligee over my head. It fit me nearly perfectly, hugging my body tightly, with the cups of the bralette giving the illusion of breasts on my flat chest. Once the garters and stockings were in place, I appraised myself in the mirror. If it weren’t for the hair around my crotch and the testicles hanging under the cock cage, I would make a fairly attractive woman from the neck down.

As soon as I finished attaching the stockings to the garters, Randy reached the bed and handed Emily a butt plug before saying, “hubby gets one too”.

OK, I know what pegging is, but this was a surprise. I knew arguing would be futile, since Emily already had one in her ass. I also found I didn’t want to argue. I found myself becoming more submissive by the second. Emily had a huge devilish grin on her face as she held the butt plug in her hand.

“Bend over, baby,” Emily said as she pushed me forward, bending me over the foot of our bed. “Spread ’em,” She followed once I was bent over. The lube she squirted onto my ass felt cold. Then I felt the cold steel of the butt plug pressing against my anus. “Relax, it will go in easier,” she said. I tried to relax, but I was scared it would hurt. To my surprise, it didn’t hurt at all. There was a definite stretching sensation as the bulb passed through my rectum, but there was nary any pain. It felt pretty good, once it was in.

Now that my butt plug was in place, Randy threw me the collar and leash. I put the collar around my neck and attached the leash, reluctantly handing the other end to Randy, who immediately passed it to Emily. Randy then hit play on the remote.

We all looked at the screen. Following the husband on the screen, I got down on my hands and knees next to my wife as she walked me toward Randy. We then worked together to get him undressed. I was responsible for his pants, while Emily removed his shirt. His cock sprang straight up when I pulled his boxers down. The head of his cock looked even bigger up close than it had in the video. It was also more purple in person. It was like a plum sitting atop an ugly bratwurst.

It only took about a minute into the video, and I was already going to balk as I watched the husband start to stroke the black guy’s cock while the wife kissed him. Emily was already kissing Randy when I spoke up.

“I can’t do that.”

“Sure, you can, Johnny Boy. It’s just like yours except it’s the full adult size,” Randy said as he paused the video.

“But I’m not gay.”

“Ain’t nobody said you were. You know, you’ve always acted like you’re better than me, but you’ll learn to be my little bitch, just like your slut wife here,” Randy said before turning to Emily, “Ain’t that right, my little slut?” Randy finished.

“Yes, sir,” Emily said to Randy before looking down at me. The look on her face was that of a stern teacher looking at a child who had spoken out of turn. My will to resist withered under that stare.

I reached up with my left hand while Emily looked down at me. I slowly snaked my fingers around Randy’s hard cock. Unlike my own cock, it filled my hand such that my fingers were barely touching my thumb. As I started stroking his cock, he hit play on the video again. Emily’s gaze remained on me for a moment before she returned to making out with Randy. Randy’s left hand was caressing Emily’s right breast softly before he pinched her nipple, eliciting a chirp from her.

“Keep an eye on the video, Johnny Boy, you’re missing your cues.”

I looked to see that the husband in the video was licking the wife’s pussy while continuing to stroke the bull’s cock. I eagerly pushed my face between my wife’s legs, finding her pussy fully engorged and soaked. Her clit was already protruding from its hood, giving me a target for my oral stimulation. As soon as my tongue contacted her clit, Emily started moaning into her kiss with Randy. Of course, I was still stroking Randy’s cock, meaning both were moaning because of what I was doing down on my knees in front of them.

I had no way to see the TV, so I continued my work on my knees until Emily pulled her pussy away from my mouth. I quickly looked at the TV to see that my wife was sucking the head of the bull’s cock while her husband stroked the shaft. Every few seconds, Emily followed the actions of the wife on the screen, taking her mouth off Randy’s cock and giving me a deep kiss. I knew there was no way I should be tasting his cock in my wife’s mouth, but it still felt repugnant to be kissing her mouth a second after she was sucking his cock.

I could just imagine if people we knew could see us right now. Two upstanding pillars of the community kneeling on the floor of their own bedroom, servicing the cock of a slovenly stoner. I was still wearing yellow lingerie and stockings with a butt plug stretching my ass, preparing me for the first pegging Emily was going to be giving me at some point later. My beautiful wife was completely naked with an even larger, pink butt plug filling her ass. The humiliation of it all had my cock hard inside the cage and dripping cum onto our hardwood floor.

“Ahh, this is nice. Now show your hubby how you deep throat me slut.”

Emily immediately obeyed, pushing my hand down the shaft of his cock until I had to pull it away, or touch his belly. With some effort, she was able to get the plum-sized head of his cock into her throat. I was amazed when I saw a bump appear just below her jaw and slide further down, until it was firmly in her throat with her nose buried in his pubic hair.

“mmmmm. That’s a good little slut. Do you suck your husband’s little dicklet like this?”

“No, sir. I’ve never sucked his cock,” Emily gasped out as she dislodged his cock from her mouth before diving right back in to deep throat him again.

“Really? Is that right, Johnny Boy? Has your slut wife never sucked your cock?”

“No, she hasn’t.”

My cock throbbed inside the cage. I knew this meant I was likely streaming a steady flow of cum onto the floor between my knees. I looked back at the video to see when this portion would end. The wife on the TV was deep throating the big black cock while the husband sat inches away watching in awe, just as I had been doing. I was in awe as I watched that lump in my wife’s throat appear and disappear repeatedly.

“Wanna see something your innocent little wife loves?” Randy asked. He didn’t wait for me to answer, as he took Emily’s head in his meaty hands and began to roughly face fuck her. Emily obediently kneeled in front of him, gurgling around his cock, looking up into his eyes with what appeared to be reverence.

After a short while, he finally stopped abusing Emily’s throat, pulling his cock out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air. A string of saliva connected her lips to his cock for a moment before it fell to her breasts.

“Tell him what you are.”

Her already flushed face flushed a deep red before she turned to me. “I am a slut.”

“Say it all slut.”

“I’m a cheap cock hungry slut,” Emily said as she looked to Randy for his approval. This was obviously a phrase they had rehearsed in the porn shop.

“That’s right. You hear that, Johnny Boy? Your wife is a cheap cock hungry slut,” Randy said as the scene on the TV changed to the wife now behind the black man with her face buried deep in his ass. The husband was kneeling under the black man, using both of his hands, one to stroke his cock and one to fondle his balls.

Emily scooted on her knees behind Randy as he pulled his hairy ass cheeks apart for her. Emily dove right in and started tonguing his ass hole. I was disgusted, but Emily didn’t seem perturbed by this degradation at all. I took Randy’s cock, still wet with my wife’s saliva, in my right hand and started stroking it while I fondled his hairy balls with my left hand.

“Oh yeah. That’s nice. Your wife is coming along in her rim job skills. That’s it, Emily, get that tongue all the way in there. I guess you two will be showing ole Randy more respect from here on out, eh?”

I was watching the TV, hoping this part of the video would end quickly, but I was mortified to see the husband begin licking the head of the black man’s cock as he stroked it.

“Go ahead, Johnny Boy. Get that tongue involved down there,” Randy said, noticing the same thing I had.

I knew I should resist, but I found myself leaning forward uncontrollably. I tentatively started licking the purple head of his cock. There was pre-ejaculate fluid leaking from the slit, and I immediately tasted the familiar, tangy, bitter flavor I had become accustomed to over the past few days. It was at this point that I decided I would draw a hard line at sucking cock. I wasn’t sure if it would be included in this video, but I decided not to submit it that deeply.

With my limit decided, I soon found myself licking the full length of Randy’s cock, from scrotum to head, as I mimicked the husband in the video. I was trying to watch the TV to see the moment this position ended, but every time I went down to his scrotum, my view was blocked. As I licked my way to the tip of his cock about the fifteenth time, I saw Emily looking directly at me. I felt my face redden instantly as I realized my wife was seeing me licking another man’s cock like an obedient little slut.

She had a smirk on her face as her eyes went from mine down to the floor between my legs. I followed her gaze and saw the puddle of cum I had dripped onto the floor both before and while I was licking Randy’s cock. At the realization that Emily thought this was turning me on, I felt a surge of pressure in my cock, and even more cum spurted from the tip of the cock cage.

I looked back up to see Emily getting into position for the next scene in our debauchery. She lay on her back on our bed, awaiting Randy to straddle her chest so that he could use her breasts as a fuck toy. I saw my position was to hold her breasts together while Randy fucked them. I saw the husband on the screen was using his thumb to hold the cock down between the boobs while the bull thrust his cock between her breasts. So, I did the same on Randy’s cock.

“You ever fuck these tits, Johnny Boy?” Randy grunted as his cock slid between her breasts.

“No,” I said as I watched Emily’s tongue dart out every time the head of his cock came within reach.

“I think you should call me sir, since I’m in charge here.”

I hesitated for a second before saying, “No, sir.” I couldn’t believe I had just been coerced into saying sir to someone so utterly beneath me.

“It’s probably for the best. Your tiny cock would get lost in these puppies. I have to tell you, though, it feels great. And little Emily here loves it. She’s real proud of her big titties,” Randy said as he pinched Emily’s nipples, eliciting a high-pitched chirp from her, but not a word of actual protest.

I looked at the TV to see if this scene was almost over and instantly hoped I hadn’t. The husband was licking the tip of the bull’s cock on each upward stroke. Of course, Randy noticed this as well.

“Go ahead, Johnny Boy. Get in there with your slut wife.”

“Yes, sir,” I said as I leaned forward to join my wife in licking the tip of his cock on each stroke. Thankfully, this only went on for a couple of minutes before it was time for Randy to fuck Emily, or, more precisely, it was time for Emily to fuck Randy.

Emily vacated the bed to allow Randy to lie down. He spread his flabby, pasty white body sideways across our bed to give us all the ability to continue watching the video.

“Come on slut, get on,” Randy said once he was in position.

Emily straddled his waist, facing him. She reached down to put his cock in, but Randy stopped her. “Oh no. It’s hubby’s job to put my cock into his wife today,” Randy said before addressing me. “Go ahead, Johnny, put my cock in your wife’s tight little pussy”.

“Um, condom?” I asked.

“What do you say, Em?” Randy queried.

“You can’t cum inside me. I’ll swallow it if you want, but we have company coming over soon, and I don’t want you leaking out of me while they’re here.”

“You heard her, Johnny Boy.”

I was in shock that she would allow Randy to fuck her without a condom. Of all people, I would have thought she would have wanted him to wear two. I didn’t delay as I grasped his cock at the base and pointed it at my wife’s pussy, before she slowly descended, taking the huge head into her pussy with very little resistance. Her pussy was so wet and ready that the head pushed for only a second before her lips swallowed it whole, following the head inward. Emily let out a long moan as the bulbous cock head made its way deeper into her pussy.

“You love that cock, don’t you slut?”

“MMmm, yessss.”

“Tell Johnny how much better my cock is than his.”

“Oh, baby. It’s so good. Ahhhhh. So much longer and thicker than yours,” Emily said. At this point, I wasn’t sure whether Emily was saying what Randy wanted to hear, whether she was just telling her truth, or if she was trying to turn me on by humiliating me. I didn’t care because the humiliation was turning me on so much.

I was fascinated watching Emily slide up and down Randy’s cock. The huge head came almost all the way out, then slid back in as she pushed her ass back with a loud moan each time.

“Don’t just sit back there twiddling your thumbs, Johnny boy. I love having my balls fondled while I’m getting ridden,” Randy said, breaking my trance. I looked at the screen and sure enough, the husband was rubbing the bull’s balls. I took Randy’s hairy ball sac in my hand. They were already wet with Emily’s juices that were running down his rod.

“mmmm. That’s nice. Now grab ahold of that butt plug in your wife’s ass and tease it out a little bit. Not all the way. Just a little bit. She loves that. Don’t you, my little slut?”

“Oh, fuck yes!” Emily shouted as soon as I began tugging on the butt plug. After I had the plug about halfway out, where the fattest part was stretching her sphincter to its limits, Emily’s body went rigid before she started quivering in a silent orgasm.

“You see that, Johnny Boy. Your slut wife loves ole Randy’s fat cock. Has she ever cum for you like this?”

“No, sir,” I said as I continued to hold the butt plug in place with my left hand and fondle Randy’s balls with my right.

“Oh yeah. Your little wife loves having both holes stretched. Don’t ya, Em?” Randy asked as Emily continued to squeal and shake through her powerful orgasm. His taunting of us seemed to be sending her to new heights of orgasm. I was similarly turned on, with my cock hard inside my cage.

“Hmmmm, hmmmm,” Emily grunted in the affirmative as her body continued to convulse.

I couldn’t believe I was fondling Randy’s balls while my wife rode his cock. This position continued for another orgasm by Emily and more degrading comments by Randy before the video switched to a new position.

I was now lying on my back with Emily in a doggy style position, her pussy directly over my face. It was going to be my job to lick her clit while Randy fucked her from behind. Emily’s pussy had that freshly fucked look to it. The lips were red and swollen. The hole remained stretched open. The whole area was wet with her slippery juices. As soon as she was in place, I started licking away at her clit, causing her to moan deeply and press herself down into me.

“That’s a good boy, Johnny Boy. Now reach around and line my cock up with your wife’s tight little pussy.”

I looked up to see Randy’s hard cock still glistening with my wife’s juices inches above my eyes. I reached around Emily’s thighs with my right hand, grasping Randy’s cock and pointing it directly at my wife’s awaiting pussy. As much as I hate to admit, being so close to the point of contact was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. Her pussy puckered in as he pressed the huge head forward, resisting entry at first, before the lips began to part. It was at this point that Emily let out a gasp as his giant cock head finally stretched her opening enough to accept it. I knew my cage would be bubbling cum right in front of Emily’s face as I was pinned under her, watching their coupling.

“Don’t just lie there, Johnny Boy. Get to work on that clitty. We’re going to give this little slut the best orgasm of her life. Ain’t that right, Em? You gonna cum hard for us?” Randy asked as he slammed his cock home.

“Unnngh. Unngh,” Emily grunted out.

I started licking her clit as Randy started a slow in and out motion. I had to keep my eyes closed because his ball sac was rubbing from my forehead to my nose on each stroke. Emily was responding to the fucking and my work on her clit. She was beginning to fuck Randy, instead of him fucking her. I just kept my tongue out as she ground her clit from my chin to my nose. This meant that my tongue was on Randy’s cock every time she pulled forward.

“You love this, don’t you slut?”

“Ahhh fuck. Yes!” Emily screamed out

“She’s gonna pop soon. Keep licking down there, Johnny Boy. You wanna feel this butt plug stretching your ass again?”

“Ahhh. Unggh. Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I opened my eyes to see Randy pulling the butt plug halfway out and letting it pop back in as she wildly fucked his cock while grinding her clit on my face.

“Whose pussy is this? Tell your husband.”

Emily seemed to ignore the question as she continued to slide her pussy back and forth on his cock while Randy toyed with the butt plug. Suddenly, Randy’s left hand came down in a hard slap on Emily’s ass. “I asked you a question slut.”

“Ahhhh fuck. It’s your pussy.”

“I don’t think Johnny Boy heard you. Tell him who this pussy belongs to slut,” Randy said as he smacked her ass hard again.

“Owww! It’s Randy’s pussy, honey! Randy owns my pussy.”

“That’s it. Now show him why I own your pussy. Cum for me slut,” Randy said as he held the butt plug with the thickest part stretching her sphincter to its limits while he met her frantic thrusts. I never imagined a stoner like Randy would have such stamina. I was completely forgotten as they both approached their respective orgasms.

“Ahhhh. Oh, my fucking god! Yes! It’s ahhhh. So. Ahhhhh. Fucking. Ahhh. Good,” Emily drawled out as her body quivered in a long, spasming orgasm that seemed to last for over a minute.

“Hot damn, this bitch loves cock. I’m gonna bust,” Randy said as he started pumping his cock at a frenetic pace in and out of Emily, who was lying limp on my body after her huge orgasm.

“You need to pull out. I’ve got company coming over soon,” Emily was coherent enough to say.

My eyes were wide open as I saw Randy’s cock pull out of Emily’s pussy, leaving it gaping open. He immediately pressed his head against my tongue that was still pressed against Emily’s clit. He quickly pushed the head down into my mouth. With my tongue already out of my mouth, there was no resistance as he pushed it all the way inside my mouth.

I was panicking at this point. My arms were pinned under my wife’s slumped body. I had no way to keep him from forcing his cock into my throat. Thankfully, Emily’s ass and Randy’s prodigious belly only allowed him to get a couple of inches in my mouth. After a few pumps, he grunted, forced his cock to the entrance of my throat, and shot his load directly into my throat. I found myself swallowing as quickly as I could to avoid choking. He kept his cock lodged in my mouth until he started to soften.

“What ya say, Em. Was that the best orgasm you’ve ever had?” Randy asked as he regained his composure.

Emily seemed to ignore the question, but she started to stir slightly from her catatonic state. Randy slapped her ass hard, causing Emily to shriek in surprise.

“I’m gonna need an answer slut. Was that the best orgasm you’ve ever had?” Randy asked again.

“Umm. Yeah, it was good.”

“It was good. Bullshit. Was it the best you’ve ever had?” Randy demanded.

Emily was now sitting up and had turned to face him, straddling my stomach. Randy was still kneeling over my head with his cock lying across my face and his balls resting on my forehead. I just wanted to sink into the bed and not draw attention to my predicament, hoping Randy would stand up soon.

“I don’t know. It was a big one, that’s for sure.”

“Tell us the truth. Was it the best you’ve ever had?”

“Yes, alright? It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Is that what you need to hear?” Emily asked, sounding flabbergasted.

“I just wanted the truth. Is that the truth?”

“Yes,” Emily whispered, sounding ashamed to be admitting it. Admitting that Randy Fricking Jensen had just given her the best orgasm of her life.

“You hear that, Johnny Boy? Your wife just had her biggest orgasm ever fucking herself on my cock,” Randy said as he finally lifted himself off me.

“Hey, where is the cum?” Emily asked as she felt her back, trying in vain to find a sticky mess that just wasn’t there.

“Johnny Boy sucked it all out of me.”

Emily looked down at me with wide eyes as she raised her eyebrows questioningly. In my state, wearing a yellow nightie with Randy’s cock and balls still resting on my face, I felt a fresh wave of shame wash over me. I had to defend myself.

“He surprised me, and my arms were pinned under you,” I said in answer to the question underlying the look she was giving me.

“Ain’t that some bullshit. You sucked that cum right out of me. Swallowed every last drop, too.”

There was no point in arguing with him. I hadn’t sucked his cock — he had shoved it into my mouth unexpectedly. Yes, I had swallowed his cum, but it was either that or choke on it. I just wanted to get him out of here, so I let it drop. I could explain it all to Emily once he was gone.

Randy finally moved, lifting himself off my head. This allowed me to get up. I glanced at the TV, hoping the video was over, but saw that the black man had more staying power than Randy. He was now fucking the wife in missionary with the husband’s face lying on her belly, watching closely. I was thankful this was over for us at least.

“I guess we’ll have to fast-forward this a bit to get to the next part,” Randy said after noticing me looking at the TV. I instantly felt a pit in my stomach, realizing this horror wasn’t over. I looked at the clock, hoping his hour was up, but it had been less than 30 minutes, which meant he should be leaving since he had been 30 minutes late; however, I couldn’t muster any more resistance. I had completely submitted, and it felt right.

“This part should be fun for you, Johnny Boy,” Randy said as he pressed pause. The husband was kneeling in front of his wife and the bull. The wife was wearing a strap-on like the one Randy had brought over. The dildo was in the husband’s mouth, and the bull’s cock was in his hand.

Randy helped Emily get her strap-on in place while I kneeled on the floor awaiting further degradation. After Randy had attached the dildo to the harness, Emily stood in front of me, looking amused by the idea of what was to come.

“This is kind of funny if you think about it. The first cock sucking between the two of you will be you sucking your wife’s dick instead of the other way around,” Randy noted, causing Emily to giggle uncontrollably.

“Come on, honey. Suck my penis,” Emily said, getting into character as she pushed the dildo against my lips until I accepted the phallus. I closed my lips around the dildo, thankful that it wasn’t as big as some of the cocks I had seen my wife suck recently. Or the cock that had just unloaded a load of come into my mouth.

I looked up into my wife’s eyes like an obedient servant as I sucked on the dildo sticking out from her crotch. Her eyes were fixed on my mouth, taking the dildo she was wielding. She had never been more perfect to me than she was at that moment. I felt completely submissive to her just as I had always longed to be. God, I was in love.

As I was sucking on the dildo, Randy grabbed my hand, placing it on his flaccid cock. I looked over to the TV to see the husband stroking the still hard black cock. I did the same with Randy’s semi-flaccid cock. I couldn’t believe how stiff he still felt after cumming just moments ago.

“Looks like somebody likes sucking his wife’s cock. Look at all of that cum he’s dripping.”

“I told you. He loves to be humiliated. I don’t get it, but the proof is right there,” Emily said while still looking down at me with the dildo in my mouth and Randy’s hardening cock in my right hand. It was more than humiliation turning me on at this point. It was the submissive nirvana I was feeling.

“Go ahead, Ems. Let’s see if he can deep throat like you can.”

Emily gave me an evil smile before gripping my head in her hands and forcing the dildo into my mouth until I gagged. I released my grip on Randy’s cock so I could use both hands to push on Emily’s thighs in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure on my throat, but Emily held my head firmly as she continued to push the dildo into my throat.

“Come on, honey. Use your throat muscles to swallow it down. Once you get used to it, you won’t gag,” Emily said, trying to encourage me.

I tried to follow her directions because I needed to please her, but I was in a panic as my airway had been blocked for what felt like minutes, even though it was probably only fifteen seconds. She finally released her iron grip on my head, allowing me to cough and gasp for breath.

“OK, honey, we’re going to try again. I’ll go slow this time. Try to relax your throat and let it slide down there,” Emily coached as she slowly pushed her hips forward, forcing the dildo toward my throat while still holding my head in her hands. I once again gagged on the dildo as soon as it hit the back of my throat. Emily didn’t let up, forcing it forward until it entered my throat. She kept it there for only a second before pulling it back a little and pushing it even deeper.

As Emily started to fuck my throat, Randy started slapping my face with his, mostly rigid, cock. I took the hint, reaching up to start stroking his cock while Emily continued to guide my head forward and back on the dildo attached to her crotch. Randy started making out with Emily, causing her to lose her focus on fucking my face. I could only assume they were still mimicking the couple on TV, but I was just thankful to be able to breathe again.

While I sucked the dildo, I watched my wife make out with a guy she utterly despised for a few minutes before the kiss finally broke. Both looked to the TV, which had developed to what I assumed was the conclusion where this strap-on would be in my ass. My submission was about to be paired with the pain of being fucked in the ass for the first time. To my delight, the black man wasn’t in the scene at all.

I kneeled on the floor, facing the TV, so I could keep my cues without Emily needing to prompt me. The butt plug was removed; lube was applied to both my ass and the dildo before Emily pushed the head of the dildo against my virgin ass. The butt plug had done the job of preparing my ass for penetration. The dildo slowly made its way into my ass without much issue until it went past where the butt plug had stretched me out. I groaned in pain as I felt the foreign object stretching my rectum unnaturally.

“I think he likes it,” Randy said, taking my groan as a sign of pleasure instead of pain. Emily seemed to agree with him as she grasped my hips and slammed the dildo all the way into my ass, causing me to scream in pain.

“Does it feel good, Johnny Boy?”

I shook my head emphatically.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it eventually, Randy said to me. “Now, Ems, you need to pull out almost all the way. Now get up a little higher, so you’re angling your cock downwards. You’re only going to push in about as long as your finger is and then pull back out and do it again.”

Emily followed his instructions carefully. I immediately felt pleasure instead of pain. The dildo was massaging my prostate perfectly. I couldn’t believe how good this felt.

“That’s great. Now massage his balls.”

I felt Emily’s hands begin rubbing my balls while continuing to fuck my ass with the dildo with shallow strokes. I felt the cum boiling in my balls as the dildo did its job on my prostate.

“Oh yeah. He likes that. Don’t you, Johnny Boy?”

I quickly nodded my head in the affirmative.

“You see, when you’re a good little cuckold, you can have some fun too. Now open up.”

I glanced at the TV to see that the husband was indeed sucking the bull’s cock on the TV. I had been determined from the beginning not to suck Randy’s cock, but I was weak at that moment. I was in submissive heaven. What Emily was doing behind me was causing more pleasure than I had felt in a very long time. I had Randy to thank for teaching Emily how to fuck my ass properly, giving me pleasure instead of intense pain. It was like a case of good cop, bad cop, with Randy being the good cop.

So, please don’t judge me too harshly when I say that I obediently opened my mouth wide enough to accept his cock. Randy wasted no time, slipping the huge head of his cock between my lips. As anyone who has been to a dentist is aware, your tongue automatically starts exploring the surface of any foreign object that enters the mouth. It was with horror that I realized my tongue was giving Randy pleasure when he spoke up.

“Mmm. That’s it, Johnny Boy, use that tongue. Your hubby’s got some nice tongue action there, Ems. Are you sure this is the first cock he’s sucked?”

“I’m not sure. Have you been sucking cocks behind my back, John?”

“Mmmmnnnnmmmmnnn” Was all I could get out with Randy’s cock filling my mouth.

“I think he deserves a spanking for not telling you how good he was at sucking cock,” Randy suggested as he continued to slowly piston his cock in and out of my mouth. I was only vaguely aware of what they were saying as I felt wave after wave of pleasure coming from my prostate.

“Do you need to be punished, John? Have you been a bad boy?” Emily asked in a motherly tone before she smacked my ass. This started a pattern of her pulling out of my ass nearly all the way, smacking my ass, then pushing in again — all the while massaging my balls with her other hand. I felt Randy’s cock stiffen to full hardness in my mouth while I was enjoying everything Emily was doing.

Just then, I came. I groaned loudly around Randy’s cock as it happened. The release of pressure from my balls was amazing. It was technically a ruined orgasm, because I wasn’t getting any stimulation on my cock, but I needed it so bad that it didn’t matter.

“I think we found Johnny Boy’s new favorite position.”

“Huh?” Emily asked.

“He just shot his load all over the floor.”

“Really?!?” Emily asked as she withdrew the dildo from my ass, leaving me feeling empty. “That’s not supposed to be possible with the cage on.”

“I guess he was extra excited getting it from both ends,” Randy said as he continued to use my mouth like a fuck toy, not allowing me to join the conversation. “Damn, he’s good with that tongue. I’m gonna nut soon too,” Randy said as the pace he fucked my face increased.

“Why don’t you get your face down there, and I’ll cum on both of you.”

“No way. I don’t have time to shower again since you got here late.”

“I guess you get it all, Johnny Boy,” Randy said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. “You do the honors, Ems.”

Emily, now standing next to Randy with the slimy dildo still protruding from her groin, looked down at her loving husband sucking another man’s cock. When he pulled his cock from my mouth, Emily took her cue and started stroking him rapidly, pointing the tip directly at my face. Randy had taken his left hand off my head to cop a feel of Emily’s breasts as his right hand grasped the back of my head, holding me in place for the inevitable cum shot.

“Oh fuck. Here it comes, Johnny Boy,” Randy bellowed. The first shot of his cum splattered across my forehead and into my hair. Each successive spurt had less force and thus hit lower on my face, until I could feel cum on both eyes, which thankfully I had closed, my nose, and in my mouth, which I had forgotten to close.

His deflating cock was pushed into my mouth one more time. I wasn’t sure if it was Emily’s doing or Randy’s, but it was Randy who said, “Lick it clean, boy.” I did as he ordered, feeling the warmth of complete submission. As I was cleaning his cock, I felt fingers wiping the cum from my eyes. I opened them to see Emily with globs of cum on her fingers. I knew what she intended, so I was prepared when she stuffed them into my mouth after Randy had pulled his cock free. She continued to scrape Randy’s cum off my face and feed it to me while Randy got dressed.

“To think I thought you guys were just ordinary citizens, but you’re as freaky as they come. Any time you want a repeat, just let ole Randy know,” he said as he headed towards the door.

“Oh my god. He took the entire hour. You’d better get in the shower; everyone will be here soon,” Emily said as she helped me up from my kneeling position. “Wow! That’s a lot of cum. Make sure you clean that up too,” She continued as she got a look at the puddle of cum I had left on the floor.

I hesitated, wanting to discuss what had just happened, but she prodded me toward the bathroom while removing the strap-on and handing it to me. “You should probably clean this too,” she said before heading to the closet.

In the bathroom, I was able to get a clear view of myself in the mirror. My face was battered with dripping cum, even after Emily had wiped most of it up. The negligee and stockings made my bottom half appear feminine. I’m embarrassed to admit that I tucked my caged cock between my legs to see what I would look like without a cock. I made a very attractive female from the neck down. My narrow waist and flared hips paired well with the faux cups of the bralette.

To Be Continued…?

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